"Then it's lucky for you that you misbehaved in August rather than December," he remarked.
"How long since you were last given a real thrashing?" Carrick asked. "I'm presuming that if your Master has sent you to me for discipline, it would have been before he purchased you."
As he talked, he continued to move the riding crop over her body, stroking her bare skin and occasionally flicking his wrist to leave a sharp little stinging spots on her naked breasts and thighs.