Chapter Six
Rennie was quite right, she was much too tired when she got back to her room to do anything but fall in bed and sleep, putting everything that had happened out of her mind. Yet with the dawn, she couldn’t wait see what remained of her night’s bizarre trial. Waking, she jumped from bed, going straight for the mirror. Somewhere haunting her dreams all night was the picture of her marked ass.
Just as she noted at Rennie’s hideaway, there were distinct marks where the cane damaged the skin. These morning remnants were smaller than she’d seen before she went to bed, having diminished in intensity during the night. What remained had cut deep enough to suggest bruises. And in at least three places the skin was slightly broken, the welt quite fierce. If she had enough time, she migh
