He was far more ruthless than her own master. “Ouch! No!” she finally cried after just a minute of the brutish beginning.
“Antoinette!” Sir Roger jumped right on her. “Do not disappointment me.” His tone was harsh and warning. “I will lay my belt on your ass if you cry out again!”
She shut up quickly, gritting her teeth and tightening her fists, as the man’s rough palm delivered one stinging smack after another. There was no mirth in this blast of terror, and it didn’t stop until the miserable man pushed her off his lap toward the man next in line to punish her. She came to an awkward stance in front of this fellow, needing several seconds to get her bearings again. The savage sting on her rear was finally easing into a pleasant warmth.
Gazing down at the third of her tormentors she
