“Well...” I stammered. “…I suppose not, no.”
Laura leaned forward. “Wait a minute,” she said, sounding confused. “You don’t think so? You yourself don’t think it’s enough. So why did you even say eight?” she asked quizzically. There was no malice in her voice, only genuine puzzlement.
I was starting to panic.
“Ten! Ten!” I blurted.
The girls both laughed. Christine stood up and slowly paced around me. I felt something on my back, and realized she’d laid the strap over me. She continued to pace.
“I think…” she said after a few seconds, “that you’re just guessing now, aren’t you, slave?”
“Yes Mistress. I’m sorry.” It was the truth after all.
Laura took over. She cupped my face in those wonderful leather gloves and drew so close I felt her breath as she spoke, “Calm down and think abou
