Charlotte’s last passionate cry fell about the gathered company like a soothing balm –as if it were enough to quell their lust. At least for a few moments.
As the tension in the hall eased, Mountbane strode before them again. There was other business to conduct. One forthrightly commenced as soon as the disgraced slave’s c*m finally subsided and the two tarts slipped off to attend to their Lord again.
“So,” he said, “what would my noble gentlemen suggest to punish this contrary slave? I’m so weary of the battle that I leave it up to you.” He was mocking them—which they all guessed. Mountbane would never weary of a battle as choice as this. But then, this was a game they couldn’t help but enjoy. “Sir Ellemore, what would you say?”
“To punish, sir? I prefer the stre
