Jenn knelt there, naked, with her knees spread wide apart, her breasts pushed forward, hands palm upwards on her thighs, her gaze lowered in submission. Not knowing what her punishment would be was difficult because she still bore the guilt at what she had done but kneeling like this always helped her calm down. It was something familiar and safe to her.
It said a lot about Jenn's state of mind that kneeling, utterly exposed and accessible like this, made her feel safe. It would have felt even safer had she been at her Master's feet and him with a whip or something to hand. Being entirely at another person's mercy: to be used, abused, humiliated, punished and even killed - that was when Jenn felt safest.