She's eternally glad that she's had so many years of practice at this. Because there's something about this girl, about Tavris that gets under her skin, tries to shatter her carefully constructed control. There's something animalistic in her that just wants to take and the way Tavris so meekly accepts her punishment makes it roar in her chest. Were she a lesser woman her breathing would already be ragged.

"Good girl," she says, voice husky because she lets it be. And now there's no more hesitations, Charlotte quick and her aim perfect as she lays out the row of red lines across Tavris's ass. One, two, three, four, five, six and only then does she pause, admiring her work. "Okay, Tavris?"