My Master peers at my butt. “I did have words with Kris about that afterwards. I had stipulated that he was not to leave any lasting marks."
“A fat lot of good that did!" Michael is clearly furious. “I don´t know what the hell to make of the pair of you sometimes..." Then he sounds upset. “For pity´s sake Charlotte, you´ve got to take better care of yourself. What would I do if something happened to you?"
My Master looks abashed. “Charlotte, I´m sorry. It won´t happen again."
Michael is not so easily put down. “It shouldn´t have happened in the first place! You can turn over now." As he finishes tending my sore stripes, he slaps my backside, making his point, as I holler a loud protest.
“Serves you right," he mutters, his voice livid.
Michael´s obvious displeasure casts a bit of a pal
