Chapter Twelve
Lady Honoria Turlingham raised the leather riding crop in her right hand and giggled as she stared down at Olivia’s hogtied nakedness.
“Oh dear, slave,” she confessed brightly, “I’m afraid I’ve never whipped a woman before. Only horses. I wonder how hard I should whip you?”
Silenced by the gag crammed into her mouth, Olivia could not reply and was well aware that the question was only rhetorical. Her Mistress would whip her just as hard as she pleased.
The blonde shrugged her slim shoulders, “Ah well, not to worry. I expect you’ll know if I’m not doing it properly, won’t you, slave? And they do say that practise makes perfect, so I will just have to practise a lot, won’t I?”
Olivia whimpered softly, realising that any practising her Mistress might do, would be on her na
