“Will you be impudent and contemptuous again?” he asked.
“No, no, no,” she whimpered.
“And will you be industrious in your work?” he added for good measure, for Miss March—though he didn’t care a farthing for the woman, except that she had given him a task she would eventually have done herself.
“I will,” Maggie replied. He pulled her up seeing her face was as flushed as her bottom.
“You will not forget this, I imagine,” he said sternly, looking into her green eyes, with his own dark brown ones. He raised the strap to her face, so she could confront the dreaded implement with her eyes. She shivered.
“I’ll not forget it,” she struggled to say.
For an instant Marcus felt sorry for her, for he was aroused himself. The wild energy pouring from her well thrashed body charged him.
And hal
