Without warning, the two carriage whips hissed out, curling around the naked left thigh of each of the trainee pony-girls to snap at their naked flesh and leave a bright pink line of unexpected heat.
Hazel jumped, yelping and tried to move back, but the leading rein at her cheek tautened and she could not get out of range of her Master’s whip.
Opposite her, Giselle made the same discovery and her eyes widened in anxiety as she realised that there was no way to avoid being punished.
Except to obey exactly.
“You see,” Miles grinned cruelly, “It’s quite easy really. Walk.”
The sharp command caught Hazel unprepared and before she could react, his whip snaked out to crack across her bare buttocks.
With a muffled whimper, she stumbled forward, her buttocks burning.
But Hazel had forgotten
