Chapter Six
The barefoot girl came to her crying.
“Ah, mistress, look at me,” she whimpered softly. Jessamyn opened her robe to show Lady Casia the marks on her thighs, and then turning, the ones on her ass. On her rear cheeks there were angry looking weals of several inches in length. The skin around them had paled, but the red that remained was distinctive.
Casia ran her fingers over the raised skin. “How did these come to you?” she asked.
“You don’t know what you ordered for me?” the girl looked even more distressed.
“I am not the only one guiding your fate. Nor’s quite interested in your progress.”
“Quite interested in marring me permanently,” she snapped.
“Hush!” Casia answered her sharply. Her hand met the girl’s skin for a nasty thwack.
“Ouch!”
“I hope you’re pained. You d
