Jenn found herself silently agreeing with everything Carrick said and although the clear lack of mercy made her tremble slightly, it was familiar territory. The man knew what he wanted and would not hesitate to take it and that was comforting, she would not have to second guess this man's intentions and desires unlike her Master's.
A soft whimper escaped her lips as the tip of the crop moved over her sex, tortuously teasing her clit and making her even wetter. She bit her lower lip, ashamed at how easily aroused she was at the prospect of pain and punishment of all things. This wasn't meant to be arousing so why was it?
She flushed as Carrick inspected how wet the riding crop was, very much so, a fact she could not ignore as it was held in front of her face. Bright red with embarrassment she leaned forward and obediently began to lick her juices from the leather. Feeling just how thick the crop was made her heart race in fear but she steeled herself and worked on the task at hand. She made sure that every drop of her juices were cleaned from the crop and swallowed. She might never see the stranger again but for her Master to see her like this, aroused so easily and swallowing her own juices was deeply humiliating. He was right, she shouldn't be aroused. Even in punishment she was disappointing him it seemed.