Jenn's whimpers quickly became muted cries with silent tears running down her cheeks. The tears smeared her make-up and spoiled her pretty face as her ass burned red at each hit. It was not the first time she had ever been spanked but it was certainly the most severe, she had belonged to Witches and they didn't have the same brute strength as Carrick did.
No matter how painful the spanking was though, each hit made her chest feel lighter and alleviated some of the crushing weight of her guilt. Jenn had not felt so utterly powerless for a long time and oh how she had missed it. Her Master had wanted her to be a person but although Jenn was a lot of things; a slave, a slut, an object, a toy, a piece of fuckmeat... a person wasn't one of them. All she wanted was to be what she was, to be the best slave she could be and make her Master happy. With Carrick she could just be herself and nothing more was required of her.
A yelp of pain passed her lips as his hand made contact with the crease at the base of her buttocks. Her glowing ass and thighs were sore and stung with pain constantly, intensifying between hits before the next sharp hit made her body jerk with fresh pain.
Had it been Mir asking the question she might have tried to work out what the right answer was. 'Yes' most likely. Like this though, helpless and controlled by his will, it was simple.
"I've regretted it for weeks, Sir" Jenn confessed quietly through her tears and pain, she was so sure that he would understand. That guilt had consumed her to the point where it threatened both her well-being and her life. She felt like her soul was reaching out to him, needing just one person to understand because she felt like she was losing her sanity.