When she got back home, she asked the butler for a glass of wine, which she took in the library. She wanted a little time for reflection. What was the core of her relationship with Edmund? What was it that she wanted from him? What gave her the most pleasure? She knew that she got an erotic charge from exercising her power over him, whether that was beating him or merely ordering him to do things to please her. She felt a thrill in her groin; every time she laid the cane on him her cunt twitched. During a prolonged beating, it began to ache. Invariably, afterwards it was wet. But it wasn’t merely a physical thing. It went much deeper. It wasn’t easy to pin down what was going on in her mind. The most sense she could make of it was that what she was involved in was part of the age-old strug
