Chapter Seven
A week later they met again. When she arrived, to find Edmund kneeling naked on the floor, she took a careful look at his bottom. There were still one or two bruises, but nothing much. The beating had not much marked him. She could do much worse in future without fear of damage.
This time she wore her new corset. She ordered Edmund to remove her dress. Underneath, as far as her waist there was only the corset. Below, she wore, as usual, a starched petticoat, and this time a pair of embroidered white cotton drawers that reached almost to her ankles.
“Lie on the floor, on your back,” she said.
She stood with her feet either side of him, facing his legs. She lifted her petticoat and squatted, lowering her hips onto his face, the petticoat billowing down around him, hiding h
