This was as fierce as any whipping Fiona had ever had. She was exhausted when it was finally over, sobbing, limp, and much too undone to struggle anymore.
Gazing at his handiwork, Joshua was satisfied, Fiona’s bottom glowing with a red fire extending from the top of her ass to her thighs. It should be enough to teach her proper etiquette.
“Now, lass, you’ll return to the house, apologize to Mr. Dabenow, and serve us our meal. You’ll not cross me again, will you?” Joshua pulled her to her feet, Fiona standing at his side looking at his steadfast expression.
“No, sir,” she replied, meekly. She snuffed, still crying softly, she was too stunned to say more.
Hearing the contrite nature of her response, Joshua rose from the bench, and returned the leather to its place on the wall.
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