MRS HEMLOCK, HOUSEKEEPER<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I meant that I have not done anything wrong in order to be kidnapped and forced into rope! Besides, wouldn't you be screaming too if you were bound and left alone without knowing why? And that lashing is not helping the matter at all."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Oh, I don't know,"</strong>I answered in a relaxed matter-of-fact voice,<strong>"It is helping me quite a bit."</strong>I pressed my thighs together more where heat and tingly niceness was now beginning to blossom quite wonderfully.<strong>"If I was to lay my belt across you for thirty minutes I don't doubt I could reach pleasure."</strong>My voice was sugar sweet but with a twisted edge.<br/><br/>Strapping girls has only caused this reaction in me in recent months, no more than a year at most. It took me six months to even come to grips with what I had stumbled into at Forest Keep and another six to decide I enjoyed it. After that, it was a case of fine tuning what it was exactly that I enjoyed and amplifying the pleasure. It had become apparent to me that laying my belt across the billowy bound flesh of innocent young women was just the ticket don't you know?<br/><br/>I let the Tongue lay against my skirt and stepped forwards, my footfalls mostly silent on the rug. I stepped quietly around her until I was behind her ear,<strong>"Screaming isn't going to help dearie,"</strong>I whispered suddenly right in her ear,<strong>"You are in a place that is miles from anywhere. In winter. With a foot of snow on the hills and more on the way."</strong><br/><br/>Having surprised her with a close voice in her ear I moved away and circled back to her front. For a minute I remained still and silent, letting the tension build. Blindfolds were so useful to defeat a slave. I could see her confusion, wondering what would happen next. In answer my hand darted out with the belt again and it flicked against her bosom, hardly protected by the thin dress. I pulled my weight out of this blow, it would not do to mark up Master Alistair's property on the first day.<br/><br/>Even so, the curves of her front bounced magnificently.<br/><br/>I waited for her predictable reaction to subside then let another minute silently crawl by.<br/><br/><strong>"You are waiting for the next blow, aren't you?"</strong>I asked, my left hand now pressing at the junction of my thighs where my need was growing.<strong>"I can keep belting you all day, so if you would like me to stop, shall we enter into a little agreement? You will apologise for that dreadful noise and you will address me from now on as Miss Hemlock. You do not ask questions about why you are here or what you think you do and don't deserve. You <em>are</em> here, you now <em>are</em> a slave and your only task is to accept that and obey the orders you are given. Every single one of them, no matter what they are - and not just obey, but obey <em>instantly</em>. Alternatively~"</strong><br/><br/>My belt lashed her belly once more,<strong>"~You are going to become very sore."</strong>