Chapter Eight
At her next meeting with Edmund she found him kneeling naked, as usual. Slowly, while he watched, she lifted her skirts and took off her boots, then unrolled her stockings. She sat and told him to approach closer.
“Open your mouth,” she said.
She forced her foot into his mouth, managing to get most of her toes in. “Open wider,” she ordered. She rammed in her foot as far as she could. Edmund began to choke. She took her foot out, leaned forward and grabbed his hair. Then she smacked his face, hard. “Have you been a good boy?”
“Yes, madam,” he said.
“You haven’t been playing with yourself?” She smacked his face again.
“No, madam.”
“Quite sure?” she demanded, slapping his face once more, and then again, so that the skin was red. She raised her hand once more and saw him f
