"Y...yes, Sir" Jenn nodded her head slightly as she rose, wincing in pain but not pausing in her obedience. She walked to the corner and faced it, standing there with her feet shoulder width apart. She wiped her tears away with the back of her hand, smearing her make-up even more than she had already.
Now she was no longer being hit, she felt the cold air against her burning hot ass and thighs. Standing still like this the pain was not unbearable and although it still stung, she felt a calm wash over her.
It was testament to her mental state that she felt better than she had for days, the burden of her guilt now far lighter than it had been yet not quite completely gone yet. That did not concern her, she knew that Carrick would deal with that too. Jenn trusted him, a sadistic vampiric stranger, far more than she could ever trust herself.