Had it been appropriate to do so, Jenn would have hugged Carrick for suggesting regular spankings to her Master. Instead she looked up at him, grateful to him and wishing she could thank him properly. Maybe she could ask her Master for permission to thank him.
She rose and followed Carrick without hesitation, blushing furiously as the maid saw her like this... bright red ass and thighs, face streaked with tears and the extent of her arousal all visible to her. Jenn was relieved when she was out of sight of the maid but the humiliation lingered with her until she entered the chamber and it was completely forgotten.
Jenn had never seen a room like this one before, one dedicated solely for pain and pleasure. She had no idea what half the of the things in it were even for but it both frightened her and excited her. A primal instinct to flee took her but she was like a rabbit caught in the headlights, fueled with a morbid curiousity.
The Vampire's command snapped her out of it, drawing her focus to him. Was she scared of him? Yes. Yet she did not think of running, the dark anticipation of cruelty to his countenance only made her want to stay. To serve him, to worship him, to obey him.
Jenn walked over to the table and tentatively sat there, wincing as her weight was concentrated on her sore ass. Watching him, she spread her legs for him as wide as she could. She felt heat spread across her cheeks, knowing how easily he could confirm just how hungry her pussy was for him with just single glance at her soaked arousal.
A shudder of fearful anticipation ran through her as she saw him swing the hunting crop through the air and heard the noise it made. Whatever she imagined that the pain from it would be, she was sure that the reality would be far far worse and she knew that it was utterly deserved.