The girl had evidently been trained well, he thought as Jenn stood and approached him. She knew how to move and how to present herself for both punishment and pleasure; seemingly utterly unashamed of her nakedness. As she bent from the hips, he caught the faint scent of her pussy, salt-sweet and with a soft tang underneath it that was her own scent of citrus and green tea.
Carrick's cool fingers moved over Jenn's ass, caressing its softness and the unmarked skin. It would look beautiful when it had become a throbbing red and she was weeping in penitence and pain. "Very nice," he murmured. The girl's arousal was undeniable, he noticed. He was curious to see whether she became more or less lustful as the punishment went on.
"Alright," he said. "That's enough." He grasped her arm and pulling her round to face him, his voice low and authoritative.