Chapter Seven
Hell Hath No Fury Like A Mans Cold Wrath
Lester began each subsequent day with a menial task; generally more scrubbing which advantageously exposed her prime body parts for his voyeuring eye. These tasks were always followed by brisk punishment with the strap, and on one occasion a bamboo cane, when he claimed that shed done a slovenly job. After four days, shed knew his plan wouldnt change; he didnt have brains enough to come up with anything more original. He didnt, however, make the punishment s****l. Although the air between them may have been hot with expectation when he finished strapping her, he stopped short of demanding a blowjob. And unlike her first day in his cell house, there were no familiar physical gestures, no ass grabbing, no p***y fondling, not even
