Chapter Nine
“It is still raining, sir,” the young man declared as he peered out of the hovel window.
“And it will stop,” Sir Tristan replied calmly as he leaned back in his chair, gulping the rich brew from his silver goblet. “Come here, milady, I fear that too much of a reprieve will make you think we’re soft. Besides,” he snickered, “we want to teach these boys the rudiments of dominating their b***h/slaves. And you are the bitchiest around.”
Charlotte had been huddled in a corner, her naked body covered by a thin blanket. Earlier that day, by orders of Sir Tristan, and in front of his two trainees, she’d been ordered to strip and took the position for inspection while her body was thoroughly examined. The act had been fairly easy, but afterwards, she remained naked, given just the b
