She heard the door and whimpered, keeping her gaze lowered.  She wanted to look at him, to see how he looked.  She knew he was going to be so cross, she had broken a valuable antique and Mr. Hawkins was most proficient with his punishments.  She gulped, her body trembling.  But at the same time she felt that spark of desire ignite in her belly and a rush of moisture dampen her ladies secret place.<br/><br/>She was usually such a good girl, careful, gentle.  Her show of clumsiness was most unlike her.  She shuddered when she felt the tip of the crop on her body, teasing, gently telling her she was not going to enjoy this night.<br/><br/>But she probably would.  Evie would do anything for Mr Hawkins, she would gladly offer her bottom to him, letting him put as many stripes of fire across her as he felt she needed.  She had always been a good girl for the Butler, and had always been punished by him.  Tonight was no different.<br/><br/>A pound?  It was truly going to cost that much.  She gasped and raised her gaze to his.  Then she caught herself and dropped it again.  She was trembling as he spoke,  She was wet, and growing wetter.  "I am most wet Mr Hawkins Sir" she said softly, her voice gentle, soft but with a hint of fear in the undertones.  Mr Hawkins was wicked with a crop.  Many a girl had not been able to sit down after he had taught them a lesson.  She feared she was about to experience that for herself.<br/>