<strong>GoodFellow</strong><br/><br/>GoodFellow's eyes were on her as she followed his choices. His look encouraging. He wanted this to be wonderful. Frightening yet thrilling. Such a mix she would compare all the rest to this one time. To her learning. To everything she would ever become.<br/><br/>On hands and knees she came to him. Red eyed and puffy faced, the marks of the whip decorated her body deliciously.  He resisted holding her on her knees as she looked up. He resisted taking her in his arms and kissing her savagely.  Only because there was so much more to give her. Lots more.<br/><br/>"I promise Charlotte. It's just training," His tone solid in the way that there were ten commandments, in the way that Dover Cliffs hung over the ocean, she could bet her life on his words.<br/><br/>"And you're going to help out tremendously," He assured her.<br/><br/>GoodFellow held out his hand for her , "Let's sit on the bed side by side so I can explain what I need you to help me with today."<br/><br/><br/>