“Yes,” she cried. “I did not give you permission to speak, wench,” he growled. “Now you will be punished.” He placed an object in her hands. She recognized it as a martinet - a small, multi-tailed whip made of leather with a short wooden handle. It was a French inspired instrument of pain. Like Napoleon Bonaparte, it was a small but brutal device, although the flogger was reportedly used much earlier by Louis the Fourteenth, The Sun King and his favorite general, Juan Martinet, after whom it was named. “Three lashes,” Charles proclaimed the penalty for her transgression of speaking out of turn. Scarlett squirmed and pretended to try to close her legs. Charles grabbed them roughly and held them apart. “Naughty girl,” he rebuked her. “Three lashes on your clit for crying out and the handle rammed up your pussy for trying to close your legs on me,” he added to her castigation. Scarlett nodded and held still, gladly accepting his domination. Swish! The first lash licked her pussy and she arched forward with pleasure.
