"A shame for you," he remarked. "I think you'd benefit from regular sessions across your Master's knee. I'll mention it to Mir." He raised his eyebrows. "He might even start to enjoy it."
Carrick set his glass down and stood up. "Follow me, girl. We're going upstairs. You've had enough of a break. Any longer and I'd have to spank you all over again... imagine what state you'd be in."
Not looking behind to see if she was following, the vampire walked out of the room and through to the hallway, stepping noiselessly up the stairs. He passed one of his housemaids on the landing. who stepped aside, dipping her head with a curtsey. She did not seem at all peturbed to see a naked girl following in her Master's wake, face streaked with tears.
The vampire led Jenn to a room on the third floor of the house. Other masters might have referred to the chamber as a playroom,. but Lord carrick's pleasures couldrarely be described asplay - unless it was the sort of play of a cat tormenting a half-dead mouse.
The walls of the room were painted in a dark oxblood, finished with wood panelling and set with erotic paintings from centuries past. Against the far wall stood an iron-framed four poster bed with restraints fitted to all four corners. The rest of the room contained a variety of bondage furniture and spanking benches. An open set of shelves held a variety of plugs and vibrators, while another wall held rows of paddles and straps in all sizes and weights.
Carrick crossed to a padded table and pulled up one end. it clicked into place at slightly less than right angle, so that the slave tied to it would be in an almost upright sitting position. From a variety laid out on the bed he took down a long spreader bar with leather cuffs attached to each end, then hooked it to the end of the table.
"Sit down on the table, slave. Spread your legs as wide as you can. Expose that hungry little pussy to me." A cruel half-smile played on his features. his eye sparking with anticipation. "I know you thought your spanking was severe, you might change your mind shortly."
He picked up the hunting crop from where he had laid it aside briefly and swung it through the air. It hissed with a low, vicious sweeping noise.