When she was finally finished Zoey looked to her Master to see how she had done. The look on his face made her breath catch in her throat. The look made it very clear that she was going to bear they remainder of the punishment that her Master felt the three deserved. She gripped the crop more tightly so as not to drop it as her trembling worsened. She just wanted to cry. Nothing she could do seemed good enough or at least no two things consecutively.<br/><br/>Mutely she turned back to server the work that she had done. The worst of them was about par with the light, disinterested blows that Quebtin had landed the last time they coupled. She hoped that he was not expecting her to match his strength but she knew she had to do better. The hand not holding the crop flew to cover her mouth and stifle a startled squeak when Quentin stepped up behind her and wrap his arms around her. She feared punishment and leaned back against him when his hand toyed with her chest while he drug her against him.<br/><br/>His words hissed hotly on her ear and she shivered. Her body reacted immediately to him even if her mind was still in turmoil. She nodded weakly to his instruction and raised the whip high. She brought it down as forcefully as her small body could. The angry red line blossomed across his bare upper back only to be crossed by the second mark to leave a welter red X across his upper back. She immediately justified herself by noting that she herself had endured worse.<br/><br/>The next two received similar lashes and even with her justifications she felt like she was going to be ill. She had done her very best to do as she was told and could have done no better. Slowly and fearfully she turned to see her Master's reaction. If he was still displeased then she was doomed to suffer for the men that had insulted her in the first place. It just was not fair. If that was her fate she at least hoped that her Master would not make her endure the pain in front of them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>