Zoey sighed softly, sending her hot breath tickling over the length of his cock, when Quentin began to gently stroke her side. It felt strange to her that the man who had paddled her ass a glowing red was also capable of such a tender gesture. She found herself blushing deeply at his pseudo-compliment and she could see that he hungered for more from her. Thankfully though he controlled himself and instead ordered her to clean herself. The thought of hot water, of soaking her battered body, actually made her smile. She continued to lap softly at his length, knowing better than to move before he did.<br/><br/>Once he did pull himself away, she struggling to her feet.<span style="color: indigo">"Thank you Master for training me and for allowing me the privilege of bathing for you." </span>She said softly before turning and walking from the room. Again, he might find humour in watching her attempt to walk as quickly as she while trying not to aggravate her aching backside. Zoey closed the door softly behind herself.<br/><br/>She was not gone long before the staff showed up with the tub and water to fill it. Only a moment after that did Zoey herself reappear with a fluffy white towel in hand. She smiled softly to Quentin, dipping her hand into the water to test the temperature before she slipping into the tub, almost but not quite stifling a moan as the warm water enveloped her. She dipped her head under the water and then took a moment to relax. She knew that he would probably disapprove if she wasted too much time but hoped that her obedience had earned her a little respite.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>