He began to dress, then grinned broadly, “Most satisfactory, little pony-girl. It seems I shall not have to encourage you with a whipping. Not this time, anyway.”
Hazel blushed, knowing how deeply she had responded to him and well aware that he would have whipped her if he had not been completely satisfied.
His grin faded. “Tomorrow, of course, things may be different...” he added calmly, “but that is up to you, isn’t it? We will just have to see how your training goes during the next few days.”
He completed his dressing, connected Hazel’s collar to the ceiling track, then unharnessed her and took her back to her cell in his suite, locking her in with her supper.
“Get plenty of rest, pony-girl,” he advised seriously, “You’re going to need all your stamina.”
It proved to be wise advice
