We swallowed our giddiness with dueling tongues, our nightclothes swiftly discarded, my wanton flame roaring back to furnace strength. Louisa hissed when my roaming hands clasped her bottom. My fingertips traced the raised welts. “Poor, naughty girl. Did his lordship thrash you unmercifully?” She yipped and tried to roll away. “Not so fast,” I scolded and pinched the cane lines. I breathed in her ear. “I need to…examine you…everywhere, and make sure I rub all your marks.” She moaned and I smiled in the darkness. I bade her lay on her stomach; she did so with a sound of relief.
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