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Post by Johanna de Chagny on May 30, 2008 23:51:13 GMT -5
"I understand."
*She didn't, really. That is, she knew how to follow his orders, but she had no idea what was the reason behind them. Still, this did not seem the time to question.*
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on May 30, 2008 23:53:37 GMT -5
"Good."
He leaned back in the chair and curled his hand over the mahogony arm rest.
"Then show your new master what is it you have to offer."
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on May 31, 2008 9:48:05 GMT -5
*As if in a trance, Johanna began to unbutton her uniform. She slipped it off, refusing to blush this time, keeping her head high. She was not a whore, she reasoned- she was being paid as a maid, whatever her master wanted from her. She did not need to be ashamed.*
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on May 31, 2008 12:26:33 GMT -5
He motioned her over to stand before him and turned her around slowly, getting a good look at her. Morangias seemed pleased and smirked a bit, directing her down to her knees in front of his chair.
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on May 31, 2008 12:33:55 GMT -5
((!!!))
*Johanna wasn't sure if she should be scared or excited...*
**FADE OUT**
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on May 31, 2008 12:49:20 GMT -5
**FADE IN**
Quite a bit later in the evening, Johanna would find herself disavowed of her innocence and with a wealth of new knowledge she may not like to have learned. She was, however, unharmed and unmarked, and the Comte was quite worn as he directed her to dress herself again. He had never fully undressed, of course. He never did.
"Upstairs with you then, my dear, you'll be needing your rest."
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on May 31, 2008 12:55:27 GMT -5
*Johanna dressed with a slight smile on her face. As she went back, she wondered if she should feel dirty. But she didn't.*
I don't know if we're supposed to like it...
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on May 31, 2008 13:04:36 GMT -5
Morangias, on the other hand, was quite pleased that the girl hadn't screamed and struggled, for once. He went to bed smirking.
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on Jun 9, 2008 20:58:55 GMT -5
***ANOTHER NIGHT***
When they reached the specially equipped room, the Comte stood aside to allow Johanna to enter and attend to her first duty of pouring him a drink, which he took over to the X shaped wooden structure against one wall.
"Strip."
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on Jun 9, 2008 21:01:22 GMT -5
*Johanna pulled off her dress hurridly, without allowing herself time to think*
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on Jun 9, 2008 21:06:48 GMT -5
He moved to one wall which contained a locked cabinet, produced the key on a chain about his neck, and removed from the velvet-lined interior a cat-o-nine-tails, this he tucked into the belt of his robe and came back, roughly turning Johanna so that she faced the frame of smooth wood.
The older man pushed her arms up one at a time and strapped them into place, rather tightly, the same treatment to her legs so that her limbs followed the frame in an X.
He was curious how she might scream, and grinned, giving her no warning as he stepped back and let fly with an incredibly savage blow across her exposed, creamy backside.
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on Jun 9, 2008 21:13:25 GMT -5
*Johanna gave a sharp intake of breath, her body shuddering. It felt as though she'd been given a jolt of electricity, and the very fact that de Morangias was in control (absolving her own complicity) gave her pleasure.*
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on Jun 9, 2008 21:21:04 GMT -5
A gasp? That was all he got? He pursed his lips and struck another blow across the small of her back, leaving an angry red weal.
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on Jun 10, 2008 14:36:48 GMT -5
*This time, Johanna cried out, but whether it was a cry of pain or pleasure could not be determined (and perhaps she herself did not know).*
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on Jun 11, 2008 12:21:24 GMT -5
Ah, that was better. His scowl lifted a bit and he repeated the exercise several times, up and down her back, leaving her red-striped but never breaking her lovely skin. She wasn't ready yet, for a proper marking.
After several minutes, he was panting and his loose hair stuck to his face a bit.
"Well, my girl? Do you feel you've been properly punished?"
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