Chapter Seventeen
The chill of fall lingered in the air until nearly noon during these early autumn days—only sometimes warming to a pleasant afternoon heat. The stable would not be a cozy spot to take her licking but she’d been through worse. And she’d been with worse masters, punishing her for more flagrant crimes. Still, Liza accepted the fact that Jack would take extra measures on this occasion to make certain that she was hurting to the degree that he was offended.
She wondered all evening long just how much Jack would tell her husband. Until she fell asleep, she was scared to death that Oliver might call and give her a tongue-lashing at least as painful as the whipping she’d get the next day. Thankfully, that didn’t happen. When he didn’t call, she should have been relieved. Inste
