Chapter Five
As is inevitably the case with people who find themselves in that small minority that fancy the painful pleasures, Baron Trevor became that way for very good reasons. In his case, his mother, the formidable Baroness, was the purveyor of his annealing of the infliction of pain and passionate closeness to women. She was by all accounts the most beautiful woman of her time in that region, tall and imperious with fathomless brown eyes and dark hair and the voluptuous hourglass figure considered to be the ideal of feminine allure. No one knew how she came to be such an implacable martinet. But by the time of her death she was infamous for her predilection for wielding a bundle of birch twigs to the extreme discomfort of the quivering naked buttocks of whomever had the misfortune t
