Penelope watched Katherine carefully as she stood and walked to the desk. Her eyes didn’t move when she leant over and began to write her name, though the thrill of triumph washed through Mrs Harper-Dasse. Her eyes remained straight, even as her fingers crept backwards on her desk, unseen. A smile moved over her lips, predatory, sadistic, perhaps a little cruel. Once her fingers closed around the supple black leather, she pulled it towards herself. Penny slid from the desk easily, keeping her surprise behind her as she moved closer to Katherine.<br/><br/>After her name was signed, poor Katherine looked like she might pass out. Her breathing was shallow and fast. It was understandable that she was overwhelmed by such a decision. Her entire life had changed in such a short space of time. For Penny this was the culmination of a lot of work. But for Katherine? Did she have plans this evening? Like those of a normal person, because she was no longer, now she was a possession and would remain so for twelve months.<br/><br/>There was that anticipation again. It was addictive. Penny revelled in it.<br/><br/>Katherine looked at her.<br/><br/>Penny grinned, and then as quick as lightning she brought the leather crop from behind her back and brought it against Katherine’s bare legs. The fleshy slap of the crop meeting skin was delicious. The sight of the black leather connecting with Katherine's soft legs, the jiggle and shiver of the skin as it was assaulted. Penny knew from experience that it would sting; and she was not as gentle as Daniel was with her.<br/><br/>Dan had bought it her as a present for Christmas last year, a beautifully expensive, custom made crop. An awfully decadent plea for her to let him play a little with sadism. It was that which had led them here, she knew she wouldn't ever be able to submit to him as fully as he liked. He wanted to push his limits, but Penny didn't have the pain threshold. It was the same the other way around; this way they could explore their deviancy together.<br/><br/>Penny pulled it away, marvelling at the angry red welt that now lay across the back of Katherine’s creamy legs. She was demonstrating exactly what Katherine would be now.<br/><br/>If she had any regrets, Penny planned to accentuate them a simple message.<br/><br/>It was done.<br/><br/>Signed. Sealed.<em>Almost </em>delivered.<br/><br/>There would need to be an impartial witness sign tomorrow, but Penny had enough people who owed her favours. She’d find somebody to sign to protect against whispers of coercion, no questions asked.<br/><br/>Not giving Katherine much time to react, Penny stepped behind her, reading her signature over her shoulder. She pushed the other woman forward, her fingers falling to the back of Katherine’s legs. Her fingertips pressed against the angry line the riding crop had left, her thumb pushing up the hemline of her skirt, caressing the curve of her ass, where the soft line of her panties started. Dipping towards her inner thigh, suggestively, but going no further.<br/><br/>As with everything it wasn't decency that held her back, or nerves. This was exploratory.<br/><br/>“Good girl.” She smiled, her lips close enough to Katherine’s ear that she would be able to feel her breath. It was<em>almost </em>intimate. This was as much an experiment as anything else she had done. To see how compliant Katherine was, would she push her away? And to test her pain threshold. How much did pain turn her on? Penny knew that she was submissive. But was she a masochist? Was any of this getting to the other woman, or was it all fear? Her being aroused would make her services infinitely more fun, even if it wasn't altogether necessary.