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“And what else?”
Her lips trembled as if each word was painful to speak.
“I can stay here all day, if you like,” Reggie filled the silent void. “I’m a very patient man. Now tell me, what else do you do with these when you take them from my cabinet?”
“I pretend.”
“Pretend? Go on.”
“Sir, I can’t say these things.” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “Please. Just spank me and be over with it.”
Reggie smirked. “The spanking would be easier, wouldn’t it?”
She nodded.
“Don’t fear, Helena, there’ll be that too, but I want your admissions on the record. No one’s going to harm you, in fact, you might get exactly what you want.” There was just a trace of affection in his voice, but it did nothing to ease the woman’s misery, especially when the sentiment was fleeting and Reggie turned cold and dictatorial seconds later.
Helena looked longingly at Jocelyn, as if the mistress of the house might have some compassion that her husband didn’t.
Jocelyn felt the woman’s agony herself, the gnawing pain in her excruciating. She was on the verge of pleading with Reggie to get on with the task, but there was that other more devious side of her that found the young maid’s travail as fascinating as it was tortuous to witness. She wanted to see the outcome, the whole thing, as Reggie played out the scene with his impeccable theatrical timing.
Why had a hundred women fallen in love with him? She could see clearly now, when her own lust might have blinded her before. It was elemental, something that she’d wanted to deny in herself, but couldn’t. He knew the powerful female need to be dominated that resided deep in women like Helena. And if Jocelyn was correct, this maid would be falling in love with him, too. Her husband was a quite master of this game.
“Helena,” he spoke sharply. “Mrs. Harold is not going to rescue you. In fact, punishing you like this was her idea.” He looked at his wife, as if to say, ‘you really had no idea I could be this cruel, did you, darling?’
“I don’t know what to say,” the girl replied.
“My dear, the simple facts are always easiest, just tell me what you mean by ‘pretend’.”
Helena closed her eyes as she prepared to speak, too much for her to talk and look into Reggie’s eyes at the same time. He forgave her for that and didn’t demand she open them. “I’ve taken the leather things,” she said in a breathless whisper, “the whips and paddles, and used them on myself.”
“How? Tell me exactly.”
“I-uh..I lift my skirt or take down my pants and turn about so that I can spank my bottom.”
“You like the way they feel?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And what goes through your head when you’re spanking yourself?”
“I-um, I think about…about you doing these things to me.”
“And do you imagine the punishment is painful?”
“Yes, sir, very painful.” Her eyes remained closed as if she’d mentally placed herself there and was seeing the pictures in her mind as she recounted her tale.
“And do you spank yourself hard?”
“Yes,” she answered. The tears were still falling from her eyes, but the trembling was beginning to fade.
“Until your bottom’s red?” he questioned.
“Yes, sir, very red indeed.”
“So hard it’s painful?”
“Yes, that too, but…but not enough,” she said, letting out a huge sigh.
