"Ah-" Daniel's voice escaped his lips again, and his eyes shut tight when he felt the sharp crack of the lead on his bottom.  He grimaced and crawled faster after her, desperate to avoid another smack, and he followed along just behind her and as he bit his lip repeatedly.<br/><br/>The anxiety was eating away at Daniel... What was she going to do with him?  He glanced over at the Countess as he padded smoothly and quietly, looking curiously at her skirts.  He had never seen such finely made clothing, and that was saying something.<em>She must be incredibly wealthy,</em>he thought.  After all, she had bought him, hadn't she?  He was merely another posession.  He wondered how much she had paid for him, looking up quietly to gaze at her dark hair as it hung about her shoulders.  Such a terrible woman... In such a lovely form.  He hung his head once again and continued after her silently, wincing at the dull ache of the mark across his bottom.