In this scene, she has been discovered by the stable master and much pay penance for telling the first of what promises to be many, many lies.
When I felt the feather-light touch of his hand caressing my cheek, I
couldn’t help but meet his eyes. “I will not tell you it won’t be painful, Aimée, for it will. I will tell you that while I intend to impart a memorable lesson to your backside, I won’t leave any lasting damage.” It wasn’t the words he said, but rather that he’d called me by my name that helped me relax. I gave him a nod, though I didn’t try to speak. I feared if I did, I would begin to sob from the fear overtaking me.
“Now, I will go and turn this handle
and...” He trailed off as he went to the contraption and began to turn it as he
I watched him for a moment, my brow furrowed, when I felt myself being lifted off the ground. My feet dangled and I let out a little shriek of surprise.
“There is a locking mechanism here,” he explained, though I couldn’t see it. “That will keep you where I want you.”
“Why...” I trailed off helplessly. I was no longer pulling at my constraints for fear that I would plummet to the ground.
“Why do I have you suspended in the air? Because it keeps you from escaping and has the added benefit of allowing me to reach every bit of your delicate skin.”
I flinched, swallowing back a moan. I’d never thought to find myself in such a predicament and I wasn’t entirely sure what to make of it, so I reached for the first emotion I could find, which was fear. “Please,” I begged, though I knew it would do no good.