"two, three, four, five.. six... seven, eight" Jenn counted dutifully, stopping as soon as her Master did. She could see just how painful the whipping was by the welts already rising on his ass. Their Master was not being merciful with the blows and was shocked when she was ordered to go and fetch a box. There was more to the punishment? She had had no idea that a broken string would provoke so much wrath from her Master.
Still, she obediently hurried upstairs and quickly found the box that her Master had wanted. She didn't open it and instead carried it downstairs immediately. She was back in the room in time to hear Emry's be forbidden to wear clothing. She bit her lower lip, she didn't feel so certain that she had done the right thing now. She had not expected such a reaction from her Master, perhaps she should apologise to Emry's?
She set the box down on the side table and resumed her counting as the punishment continued "nine... ten... eleven.... twelve, thirteen" it was nearly over wasn't it? Only two more strikes and everything would be okay again.