Chapter Seven
Julia’s Proposal
Milady thoroughly enjoyed feeding Paige. All the insults, all the name calling that Milady endured, came back to roost with Paige. She never employed the same tactics as Paige; such just wasn’t Milady’s style. Her proper English accent never uttered one foul word or disparaging name, but if Paige demonstrated the slightest reluctance in eating the gruel, Milady took immediate action.
Her sharp nails pinched Paige’s n*****s or her exposed vaginal lips. An open palm slapped defenseless breasts, once so hard the red outline of her hand remained. Eventually, Milady brought a quirt into play, not only to save her hand but also to drive home the discipline.
“You’re not swallowing again,” Milady said, calm and quiet.
Swish. Thwick! Thin blades cut across
