"I'm Louis," he introduced himself, smiling at the woman. He noticed the lie about his 'kind words' but said nothing about it. They, the rich, really didn't like it when people of his status pointed out their flaws. It often landed them, the poor, in big trouble. He could live with a lie himself after all. "Louis Benedict."<br/><br/>He blinked at the Countess' words, raising an eyebrow and tilted his head in confusion when she asked him for his sister's name. In him, in a tiny part of his mind, he was mentally panicking. He, his mind, was frantically wondering where or what on earth made her get to the conclusion so easily. He simply, on the outside, looked genuinely puzzled and perplexed by her choice of words.<br/><br/>"I think the Countess is mistaken," he said to her. "I came here to the house all by myself and have no sister here with me, Countess. I do not wish to seem imprudent with correcting you, but simply wish to clear that. I have no sister hear in the house, I assure you."<br/><br/>He felt his bulge throb even harder when Victoria sent him the invitation to come to her room. "Oh, the Countess is too kind to a man like me," he said. "And I am here to serve the wishes and desires of both the house and the guests no matter what. I shall promise on my heart that I shall see you tonight in White bedroom and be the best of service that the esteemed family can give to their friends and allies."<br/><br/>Before he could move on and go away, he was suddenly grabbed by the arm by Marcus. He turned to him, his jaw set so he wouldn't snap or say something wrong. He wished he hadn't, when the crop was pressed into his hand and he was ordered to punish his own sibling. His heart raced and he felt like he paled in horror, thinking he could never do that to her.<br/><br/>He wanted to argue with the man, pointing out she wouldn't have spilled it if he hadn't shoved it down her throat, but stopped himself. If he refused, he'll most likely lose his job and he won't be able to see Annalisa again. No one to protect her at all from the men here...<br/><br/>"If you say so sir," Louis said to Marcus, bowing and trying to resist the urge to punch Marcus to death for making him do this. There were some things he had to do in order to protect her. Even if it meant harming her himself. "I shall get to it now."<br/><br/>Striding over to where Annalisa was, he tugged on her leash to make her stand up. She followed his orders and stood up, looking at him in confusion, puzzlement and now in horror as he took her to the middle of the room and started to strip her of her clothing in front of everyone.<br/><br/>"Since you misbehaved, Annalisa, you shall be punished with five strokes to the backside," he announced loudly and confidently, his face cold and devoid of emotion as he bent her over. He pulled his hand back, his grip on the crop nearly pure iron as he steadied his grip and aimed carefully for the slave's full, tanned ass that was revealed to everyone.<br/><br/>Before she could even protest-<br/><br/><em><strong>THWACK.</strong></em><br/><br/>Annalisa cried out when he brought down the crop hard on her sensitive, soft skin. He looked at her with narrowed eyes, trying to keep his arousal and shame at bay as he did this.<br/><br/>"What do you say Annalisa?" Louis asked her as he steadied his grip again.<br/><br/>"Th-thank y-y-you," she said through gritted teeth, looking away from him. "M-M-may I have another?"<br/><br/>He nodded and brought it down again.<br/><br/><strong><em>THWACK.</em></strong><br/><br/>"Thank you," she said again. This time in a louder, clear voice. "May I have another?"<br/><br/><strong><em>THWACK.</em></strong><br/><br/>She yelled out at this time, her ass a bright red from the brutal strokes he was giving to her skin. It throbbed and singed for her as she bit her lip and tried not to cry from being exposed and humiliated like this. Louis wanted to cry himself but steeled himself again as he raised the crop high up into the air once more.<br/><br/>"Thank you. May I have another?"<br/><br/><strong><em>THWACK.</em></strong><br/><br/>"Thank you. May I have another?"<br/><br/><strong><em>THWACK.</em></strong><br/><br/>He made sure this one was the hardest and most painful of all the strokes. Using his wrist more as he flicked the crop down her ass. It seemed to work, as she screamed in surprise and pain from the final stroke and rubbed her face against her shoulder in a desperate attempt to rid herself of the tears forming in her eyes.<br/><br/>Louis helped her dress up, but made sure her ass was seen by all to remind the slaves to behave themselves. "Will you behave better now slave?" Annalisa nodded, keeping her head down the entire time. "Good, you may go back to the others now."<br/><br/>He walked back Marcus, handing back the crop. "I hope that was sufficient for you, my good sir," he said. His face cold as snow itself and blank as if he didn't give a damn to what he did to the slave.