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I want you to let me leave now”.’
    They stared at each other for the briefest of instants, and Casswell walked over to the side table and poured himself a brandy, contemptuously unmoved by her dilemma. He had seen it a hundred times before.
    Anna reddened. ‘I can’t do this,’ she shrieked, struggling furiously to free herself. But they both knew she had chosen. Chang was totally unmoved by her efforts and with the practise he’d acquired over the years, there was no way the blonde was going to get away from him unless Casswell commanded it.
    It seemed as if Anna Weissman was not the first slave girl to need correction in Casswell’s suite. Above them, set into the ceiling, was a large metal eyelet. With deft hands, Chang tied the blonde’s wrists together with a leather strop and then aided by Anna’s servants, soon had her secured and tied to a rope suspended from the ring, her arms stretched taut above her head.
    All the time it was obvious to Casswell that Anna was still torn between outrage, fear and curiosity. It was an expression Casswell recognised, though he suspected that when this evening was over it was not an experience Anna Weissman would be likely to repeat.
    ‘All right,’ she said, breathing hard. ‘You’ve had your little joke, Casswell, now let me down and we won’t say any more about it.’
    Casswell watched her with interest. ‘But you begged me a moment ago to show you how this felt. And you know what you have to say.’ He smiled thinly and ran his hands over her exquisite body. He could see in amongst all the other emotions Anna Weissman was almost crazy with excitement.
    ‘Bastard,’ she hissed, between those exquisitely painted lips.
    Under his exploratory touch Anna began to relax; perhaps the blonde felt she might win him over, but any feelings of success were short-lived. With two deft movements Casswell ripped away first her veil and then her sheer silk top. Anna shrieked, straining furiously against her restraints, but before the sound had stopped echoing Chang handed Casswell a thick leather paddle and without breaking his stride, Casswell drew it back and struck Anna Weissman hard across the creamy cheeks of her bottom.
    The blonde woman screamed with a mixture of shock and pain, then spun and hung for a moment on the rope, gasping for her next breath. ‘Rigel?!’ she shrieked, as if she could not believe what she had experienced.
    Before she could gather her wits, Casswell laid the paddle on again with a deadly accuracy. She squealed and swore furiously. He then hit her again, higher this time; her slim body convulsed with pain, heavy breasts jutting forward, her nipples – now having lost their spangles – gathered into florid crimson peaks. She looked absolutely exquisite.
    The two housemen looked on in complete astonishment, eyes alight, as Casswell lay on the paddle with an ease that came of experience. One, two, three more, each stroke making their mistress weep and beg him to stop.
    Casswell hit her one more time, and then said in a voice barely above a whisper, ‘Do you understand now, Anna?’
    Breathing hard she glared at him, her eyes as bright as flares. ‘I won’t do it, do you hear me?’ she snapped, glancing at her servant. ‘I won’t do it.’
    Casswell drew the paddle back again. ‘Oh, you will,’ he said, in a low, even voice. ‘I will beat you until you do.’
    Anna Weissman’s expression fell as she suddenly realised he meant every word, and she gasped with terror. ‘All right, all right,’ she gabbled. ‘Enough. Please Rigel, no more. Cut me down.’
    ‘You will obey me, you understand,’ he said, and it was not a question.
    She nodded. ‘I will obey you.’
    Casswell signalled at Chang to cut the rope. She fell like a sack to the floor, but even so her eyes did not leave Casswell’s. He looked towards the serving man, and this time without so much as a murmur Anna crawled slowly across the floor towards him, her bottom livid with