Carrick stood up and took his phone out of his pocket. "Of course, if you're ready. Excuse me one moment," he said, flicking his eyes to Mir. He dialled his steward in the slave quarters.
"Are any of the servants in the house?" he asked without preamble. A reply came in the negative. "Good. Tell everyone to stay in the slave quarters for the rest of the evening. I am not to be disturbed, under any circumstances."
He pocketed the phone once more and held out a hand towards the doorway. "We'll have complete privacy, I assure you. My slaves are well-trained."
Carrick led Mir up two flights of stairs and towards the room where Jenn had received her punishment with the hunting crop. He indicated a rack holding a selection of belts, straps and paddles in different weights of leather.
"Take your time, Vladimir."
He stepped back, folding his hands and allowing his guest to select the instruments of his punishment.