Zoey forced her body to stillness when Quentin examined the marks across the back of the three men. She blushed darkly at the mention of her having to fuck everyone here but was oddly glad that these three would not be allowed. The retaliation she envisioned was rather unpleasant to say the least. She held her poise until the last of the men had walked quickly from the room. The moment she heard the door click her eyes found his and she fearfully tried to read his expression. As usual he was unreadable.<br/><br/>The simple command was instantly obeyed and Zoey lowered gracefully to her knees. Instinctively by now she assumed the customary position and even managed to almost look dignified despite her revealing outfit and position. She even almost managed to master the fearful tremors and frightened look. That fell apart at the command for her to relinquish the crop. Even as her wildly trembling hand held it out to him he could see her blinking back tears. What little color there was had drained from her face at the prospect of more pain and try as she might two fat, glittering tears rolled over her cheeks. Her wet, emerald eyes looked up at him and watched with growing worry while he toyed with the crop.<br/><br/>At length she managed to gather herself an speak. "I do not deserve to be beaten Master. I-I," she swallowed hard but her gaze stayed on his ".. I did as you asked and they learned their lesson I am sure. I was obedient and acted to your will. Please Master, see reason in this. I have been good and I can not bear another beating." the more she had been talking the more she had slouched and shrunk back until she was almost cowering.  She knew that there was a good chance that defending her actions would most likely earn her more pain than she would have received if she had just told him what he wanted to hear. She had done her best and she could not bring herself to admit fault when she had given her all to attempting to reach the lofty goals he set for her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>