He was a little surprised that she would try to argue for none, though there was no denying she didn't deserve any. Except perhaps for slouching... But he was in a magnanimous mood and instead just tapped the bottom of her chin with the whip, very lightly. "Sit up straight, Zoey. Don't let yourself down now." He tossed the thing to one side, and nodded curtly down at her from where he stood over her. "Of course you are correct, you did as I asked to the best of your ability. In fact..." He thought a moment, which was the same moment it took for him to wander and sit in a chair. One finger wagged to invite her over toward him. "you've been good all evening, I think? With the exception of that /letter/, but we needn't dwell on that."<br/><br/>He offered her a weak, thin smile as he relived the evening quickly; from the moment he'd caught her trying to cheat the letter, to the spanks, the switching of her pussy - which she'd accepted reasonably well. He'd fucked her - and what a fuck - then dressed her and made her play with that gadget... And then they were here. It reinforced the smirk; made it spread. It also, fortunately for Zoey, made him appreciate her efforts.<br/><br/>"Yes... Not too bad at all. Here... Up in my lap. Grind against my thigh, and give me your tits, and your lips." He waited for her to fulfil at least the first part of that and clamber up onto his leg, at which point one arm snaked around her waist to keep her balanced while another strained out toward a nearby liquor cabinet. With one hand he did all he was able to pour himself a measure of brandy. "Was it so intolerable? You came as hard as ever, several times I believe. And you got your revenge on those young men. And now you're perched on your Masters lap, ready to *shower* him with affection." The last bit was as much a demand as a fact, but regardless.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>