Anika screwed her face up at that and told me she was expecting feedback any moment and just wanted the heads up on anything untoward. I told her not ...o worry.“Thank you Frank” she said smiling, “I knew you wouldn’t let me down” and gave me a knowing wink, she knew what happened, she just didn’t know the details and nor does she need to.She asked me why I was single and why I was doing the hosting, I told her I enjoyed the challenge and meeting different people and making them happy plus I am. ?It won’t ever happen again. You will be scourged and crucified for my entertainment and the instruction of the other girls of my harem.??No,? the terrified girl said, throwing herself at his feet. ?Please anything but that. Please no!?Mr. Simmons was no longer listening. He pressed a button on the table next to him and two large men dragged the weeping, hysterical girl away to the whipping post in the courtyard.The girl had been stripped of her bikini top and was now, except for the little. “This is Caren, my niece. She wanted to return something to you.”With that Caren handed me the ratty old moving blanket. I laughed because she had even washed it.“You did not have to bring this back, I am just glad I had it. It looked to me like you were going into shock so it was a no brainer that you needed warmth. How bad is your ankle? I hope it is just a sprain.”“Yes, it’s a bad sprain, but not broken. I’ll be in this boot and crutches for a couple weeks and the boot alone for a couple. I feel like royalty when my face is fixed. Not that I shall look anything like royalty unless of course it's Queen Harlot. Eyebrows tinted a darker shade, thick and smudged. Black lashes, heavy, to hide the eyes of a sinner. Lips, pink gloss, a not so delicate shade.Finally a septum ring in my nose. My eyes water as it pinches soft tissue.I know what happens when I get a hard slap on my arse. It’s time to kneel on the bed. ‘Click’, ‘click’. Like a cheap lingerie model I pose, my splayed thighs.