Usually, the second maid soon fell victim as well and her confinement was in the basement cell adjacent to the wine cellar storage area, often left hanging in chains from the rafters, feet spread wide with a thick metal bar and side chains to rings in the floor. Joanne heard the screams from the cellars and once made the mistake of venturing down the circular stairs and into the wine room.
“Looking for something, my Dear?” Anita said from behind her just before she swung the crop.
With the often-used riding crop as a formidable weapon, the stepmother quickly reduced Joanne to a weeping heap of twenty-something femininity on the cold stone floor, beating her trim ass cheeks until they were purple and swollen.
“I think the nosey nuisance needs a few hours of contemplation,” Anita said qui
