CHAPTER SEVEN
Back in her room, Sandhu removed her cuffs, collar and corset. He laid her naked on the bed, face down, and from the bathroom brought a bottle of lotion. Gently he smoothed it on her buttocks, still burning from the severity of the caning. The effect was almost magical, the pain quickly subsiding. Then he sat beside her, stroking the back of her neck.
“You did well,” he said. “I am pleased with you.”
Cressida smiled to herself. That was good to know. “I did nothing, really. He did not want me for long. Was he bored with me so soon?”
“Once he has ejaculated he loses interest very quickly.”
I think I’ve met a few men like that, Cressida thought.
“The main thing is, you submitted. You allowed him to use you as he pleased. That is all that will normally be required of you.”
