Chapter Four
Dining With Whores
“Maxine?” I called, just as I popped my head around another door. I had already found the downstairs toilet and a cloakroom, as I searched for the kitchen.
Third time lucky. Maxine had been sat back at a kitchen chair, legs crossed, stroking his own knee, with one hand and drinking wine with another. I got my head around the door before the reaction to my voice ensued. He jumped up, spilling a little wine as a result.
“Oh dear what would mistress give you for that misdemeanour?” I said picking up a towel, that was next to me and throwing it him.
“At least three lashes, sorry Sir” He mumbled.
“You will have to take them down there, one way or another. We can’t let Mistress’s standards slip. I’m in a shed-load of trouble myself and I want to get some poi
