Oh what a romp. That murmured cursing had him turning his back to her so she could not see him snickering. The swish of the sheet spoke volumes. She was flush as she ran past to the window.<br/><br/>GoodFellow took his time admiring her. How the sheet kept slipping down her back as she worried that very locked latch. Bless those aides for their thoroughness.<br/><br/>When he thought she had enough time to raise a cold sweat he focused on her. The equipment on his belt and in his hands. GoodFellow approached as she struggled in another frenzied attack. It seemed they both knew the outcome of this intervention.<br/><br/>Her worth to him was in her struggle. Her refusal to surrender. GoodFellow would have to earn her submission. He like would have to earn her respect and fear. She should fear him. He planned to turn everything sensation against her. Every cell of her body would be his, one cell at a time. He planned to give her the full knowledge of that taking.<br/><br/>There would be no other taste but his. No other touch that would keep her gasping. No other punishment that had her reeling like his. Even eating would become an act of her submission.<br/><br/>Today she would be going to classes for the first time. This afternoon she would receive her first full punishment for all her minor and major sins. For now she must be made ready to travel with him as was her position as his property.<br/><br/>He stepped to her. He expected that she knew he was going to reach for her. He stepped against her back before taking her forearms with his strong hands. There was no doubt in his mind she could fight. He was warming to her already.<br/><br/>