Kitchen - Hawkins  and Evie<br/><br/>Annalisa's final curtsey and exit was well executed. Hawkins lifted the cup to his lips. The intimate fragrance of the black tea rising from it.  He drank deeply, gratefully. No sugar. No cream.  The richness of the leaves soothed him as the warmth trickled down his throat.<br/><br/>He regarded Evie over the cup and slowly brought it down to rest in the saucer once more. The high neck of her maid's uniform decorated at the white neck with the silver crest signifying her status as an Ambrose slave.  Her brand somewhere underneath. Deliciously placed, delicate.<br/><br/>"As to your punishment.  The item in question is repairable.  We shall see how well it was repaired in a few days time."<br/><br/>His look boring a hole into her eyes. "You are to ensure all your duties are in order before entering my room. Chain yourself, naked, arms over your head, standing at the left foot post of my bed."<br/><br/>He too had duties which must be seen to before he could discipline Evie.  It would heighten her humiliation and anxiety to wait for him not knowing when he might enter to punish her. Better in his room for the night rather than the dungeon incase he was called away to attended to the peerage needs.<br/><br/>"I shall expect your uniform to be hung properly on the hook on the bedroom door and your accoutrements folded neatly on your boots to one side of the entrance."<br/><br/>"Any questions before I dismiss you?" He said finally.<br/><br/><br/>