Charlotte listened to Mr. GoodFellow, he seemed quite nice, he seemed to care about her and she sniffed, wiping her nose across the back of her hand.  She couldn't see Lady Shaw anymore, but she knew she was there, hiding in the darkness.  Who else was there she wondered?  But her attention was on the man in front of her.   She was nervous of him, he was dressed in a way that sent a ripple of fear through her and she struggled, men weren't to be trusted, they only wanted one thing...<br/><br/>“No whips, crops or slapping?” she whispered, “do you mean it?  Please no more of them, I'm sorry” she whispered, whimpering, “I...I'm scared, so scared” she was sobbing again now, her body convulsing with the waves of upset.<br/><br/>She heard his words and nodded, “I..I do want to learn Sir, I really do” she told him, slowly crawling towards him.  She was trembling hard, the marks of her punishment were still bright and sore.  She got to his legs and slowly stood up, looking at him.<br/><br/>“You mean it Sir, you wont hurt me, you wont hit me or beat me?” she said gently, looking at him with her innocence shining in her eyes.  “I do want to be a good girl” she looked around, terrified of the dark.  She had no choice, “I...I will do what you want.”