<span style="color: indigo">"Of course Master, you are the best... I-I umm.. assumed that went without saying."</span>She squeaked out weakly, cringing as his eyes left her to gaze for a moment at the heavy paddle on the table. Her breasts heaved and her breathing became erratic as panic started to set in. After all she had just gone through, he could not really still plan to beat her again. Luckily for her his gaze moved back to her and she sagged in relief. Her relief was only momentary though as he just stared at her as if pondering. She knelt silently, still rigidly adhering to the position he had taught her. As moments stretched on she became more and more nervous, feeling like a mouse cornered by a cat with nothing to do but await its fate.<br/><br/>Zoey watched as he seemed to make a decision and got to his feet. At his command she quickly complied. She even stopped herself from rising to her feet and crawled after him. He had said to follow, he had not told her to stand. The stairs were a challenge and dug into her knees and shins but she scrambled up them as best she could. When the former noble's eyes settled on the bath and the steaming soapy water she actually moaned. Never in her existence had she more wanted a bath. She noticed that one wall was fully covered in mirrored glass. She studiously ignored it and focused on Quentin's words. She did not think she could handle seeing herself like this again.<br/><br/>She pouted as he explained that unless given permission she was not to bathe. If she had tears left, she would have wept at the thought of not getting to clean herself but a moment later she was overjoyed at her owner giving her permission to do something she had taken for granted so many times. She would have leapt up and hugged him if it would not have earned her a beating. As it was she just knelt in the doorway, watching him strip and awaiting his command to bathe him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>