It might seem less obvious to her. Miss Worden was not a professional musician; she was a professional governess. She was the orphan daughter of a cle...gyman and, thus, a gentlewoman -- one who might have ridiculous reservations about taking employment in a rather isolated bachelor establishment.It seemed to him, though, that bachelors, or at least widowers, did employ governesses. He merely had to think clearly.Very well, he merely had to plot clearly.When Violet heard a knock, she opened the. One threatened again, "Kiss ... kiss passionately ... I'll hurt you otherwise or I'll kiss Liz."No, Liz didn't want that ugly man to kiss her. So, she put her hands around her husband's head and kissed him and he kissed back. They kissed passionately, licking and sucking, not only their lips but also their tongues. It was a wanton sight to see Liz and her husband hugging, mashing against each other's and kissing widely. Liz didn't care. After all they were being threatened to do it. Moreover. .. and I'm going to fuck your ass." I said as straight forward as I can. "no... no way... I'm definitely not doing that." he said shaking his head. "You said anything... " I said pushing him on as he took a deep breath. He was clearly thinking about it. "no... I can't...sorry." he took off walking out the door and I was left there by myself. This was such a waste of time, and he was such an idiot for coming all this way, I thought to myself. After about 5 minutes there was another knock on the. In the dimly lit punishment room she was quickly cuffed at wrists and ankles to the same vertical X frame used to hold her before. Once again, as when she first arrived here was no warning and no explanation before the multi-tailed whip descended on her. This time it struck her shoulders, her arse and her thighs in quick succession. Her screams would certainly have wakened any dead bodies within the palace as she again felt the multiple lines of burning agony across the whole height of her.