Hawkins ensure all tasks had been accomplished properly by staff before retiring for the evening. He made his way up the stairs after bidding those of peerage good night. The door handle before him. He stopped to contemplate her discipline before entering.<br/><br/>The door's ominous creak announcing his presence.  He had worked hours to get those hinges to sound like that. Half the work of punishment was setting up the delivery. The door was one of them. He had used it downstairs as well when punishing Evie or another maid slave.  Training them to dampen with the first sound of a door opening as they were presented unveiled.<br/><br/>He closed the door behind him and counted to three before turning. He unlike Evie was in no hurry for her punishment to be over. In fact, with the severity of her crime it might take all night.<br/><br/>He brought the crop down off the wall and stepped closer well within reach of  her body. He placed the crop to the side of her hip. Slowly moving it upward.<br/><br/>"The accident today." Hawkins stated, "Very unfortunate and costly."<br/><br/>He moved the crop and placed it on the other hip. The tip rose up slowly brushing upward. This time he pushed forward rolling it along her breast.<br/><br/>"It shall probably cost a pound or more." Hawkins said. "A pound for a pound of flesh. A fair exchange in my mind.  Tell me Evie. Are you damp?"