Chapter Thirteen
The crowd dispersed as Dev cracked open two of the chemical ice packs Sylvia had sent home with us and spent a good fifteen minutes cooling down my rather savagely abused buttocks. He murmured, “These have taken all the punishment they can for the meantime, so I’ll turn my attentions to other places for your after-dinner entertainment, little slave. After all, these perky little t**s have a good long dose coming to reward their mistress for forgetting herself and wearing a brassiere without permission this morning. But we’ll see about that after dinner, though I do suspect that a certain naughty slave won’t sit very comfortably unless we take a few rounds between the cold plunge and hot tub before Cook has finished preparing our repast.”
And so I was untied and led naked
