Chapter Eight
Fanny Fashion
“Are you quite comfortable in that position, my dear Miss Worthington?” Dr. Valentine walked slowly around Violet’s bent-over, but still-clothed body. She bit her lower lip, determined to not give him the pleasure of hearing the fear and pain in her voice. She kept her eyes closed, avoiding the shock and insult of seeing his naked body and its erect male appendage.
Her belly lay on a small, square platform raised high off the floor on a metal pole. A wide leather strap wrapped up over her waist and buckled together on the small of her back, pressing her down tight against the platform.
The side of her turned head lay on a white, flower-scented silk pillow resting on another, separate platform. Her arms were stretched down alongside its pole, her wrists trapp
