After Mr. Steedstiff’s tutoring—no discipline given me—I washed up and I allowed myself to relive my defloration and the sodomy I’d witnessed. I had concerns—perhaps too strong a word—maybe confusion would be a better term for what had happened. The moon was hidden behind clouds, rain splattered the single window, Louisa snuggled to my bosom and we talked quietly while fingers lazily probed. Any lingering soreness vanished under her skilled touch. My orgasm was swift in erupting. She took several more before I begged for mercy. I wanted to reciprocate, but sleep dragged me under first.
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Spank Me Hard! ... Please? 
I’ve found the last three parts very intriguing. Has she reached a point of (self-) awareness that will affect her as the story moves on? Up to now she’s been very accepting of all the shenanigans, but the overt feminism combined with the sex depicted yesterday has clearly left her with much to muse on. Interested to see how her thoughts develop.
Beautiful writing as always. I really like the symbolism of the weather and nature to mirror her muddled mind.
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Interesting comment, Ina. I think this chapter exposed so many different plots that Ruby is completely confused as to what is actually going on at Peacock House. The feminism that Miss Frothinglips espouses is an interesting wrinkle. Whether or not Ruby gets sucked into radicalism, the sex and discipline will be hot and heavy. Mrs. Cleanknockers has been quiet lately, and Mr. Steedstiff has yet to take a whack on center stage. Much ground to cover over the next few chapters.
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I look forward to it, as always. 🙂
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