Chapter Twelve
Jenny sprawled on Sarah’s bed, enjoying the incredible luxury of unfettered movement for the first time in a day. Even her leather cuffs had been removed, and the pressure marks on her wrists and ankles slowly faded. The ointment that Sarah had gently rubbed into her outraged flesh had awakened a thousand sparkling pinpoints of pain and made her aware of the deeper bruises below the surface. Every joint and muscle was aching. Her ass throbbed inside and out. Yet she felt oddly refreshed and whole. Her penance had been served. She had earned forgiveness.
The receding shadows had exposed Jenny to the heat of the sun before the door of the ranch house opened again. She had been alone by then. The cowboys had satisfied themselves at last and left. Button had been dismissed to
