Aurélie enjoys the rest

Aurélie welcomed the well-earned rest. She sat on the seat, massaging the knots out of her tired arm. Whipping was serious job. She was beaming from the Whip master's compliments. She eagerly took the refresments brought by the kneeling **** and drank from the glass while biting into an apple, while she studied how the sailor used his whip. She admired the way the leather seemed to fly effortlessly from his hand, hitting with marvelous accuracy and **** whatever target he wished to reach. She certainly had a lot to learn.

She also admired the way the muscles moved in his arms and chest. They bulged and tightened like ropes and the sheen of perspiration on the man's skin made him seem even more powerful. She had begun to like him, how strong he looked, how firm his arm and hand had been against her waist. She thought that he was growing fond of her too. She had caught some his looks at her when he thought she was not looking. If she maneuvered well, this cruise might bring her more than new followers and advertising money and it would certainly not hurt to have such a man as her ally on board the galley.

As she drank and ate, she realised the **** was still kneeling in front of her, obviously awaiting her orders, while giving anxious glances over her shoulder. Aurélie blushed as she understood what kind of service the Whip master and the **** had in mind. She was not a Lesbian though and the idea of having another girl's face against her pussy made her feel uncomfortable. However, she also realised that not using that **** might be seen as a sign of weakness. This gave her an idea.

"****, remove my boots and lick the sweat from my feet until they are perfectly clean," she ordered while stretching her legs forward. Then, turning to the Whip master who enjoyed a short pause between lashing, she said, "I think I might enjoy this job indeed, and I'm very eager to learn everything you can teach me about control and discipline as well."