Arthur took an angry breath. Gretya must have finally broke down and told him about the boyfriend. Gretya looked so small and frail. Arthur turned and...quickly grabbed an armful of aluminum trays, best not to keep the cook waiting, she was one of the friendly people at the camp, and the food was really good. The cook thanked him as he placed the stack of trays down on the countertop, calling him by the Danubian word for son. As he waited for her to get caught up Arthur thought over the whole. As I had promised him I had already fixed a nightlight in the room. I had positioned it in such a way that his bed was illuminated and mine was in shadow, as I was unused to having a light in the room. He was happier and soon settled down to sleep. At one point during the night I was woken by some sound and looking around saw Bunty was making some sort of movements. I had no idea what those movements indicated and though that he was crying again. In the morning I noticed a small damp spot on. He then tightened the strap around my waist so I was completely immobile. He then walked slowly to a cupboard on the wall and spent some time selecting a cane from the selection I saw he had there. Once he had chosen one he walked around in front of me and held it on his outstretched palms up to my face. “You have behaved well this week Slave” he said “so you will receive just 10 strokes of the cane.” “You will count each one out loud in a clear voice. After each stroke you will thank me and. ‘Yes, My Lady.’ ‘Good. Fill our goblets again. Then come here.’ I did so and she slipped her arm around mine, holding her wine to my lips. ‘Drink.’ She nodded approvingly as I held my filled glass to her. I sipped, my eyes locked on hers. ‘More,’ she whispered. I did so. She laid her glass aside and held out her hand. ‘Come to me.’ I came into her arms and she kissed me. It was a passionate kiss. My head swam at its intensity. In fact, my head swam until I passed out. When I woke up, I was in a.