How do you answer her?

Other Needs

You smile at her and run a hand through her thick hair, and faintly she manages to return your smile despite her welted tits and tortured back. "I think I am fine for now..." You tell her. In truth, you are rather tired. It's been an extremely enjoyable day, but you are pretty tired now, and so you simply begin to untie her. "I think dinner will do just fine, and that's all I will need for tonight." She nods, trying to hide her relief. She's to exhausted to do a good job, but you let it pass for the moment.

Instead, you step aside and she staggers up the stairs, wincing as she walks stiffly away. You follow along, slower, taking the time to admire her body. You are tired, but you are not dead yet, and nothing is more gorgeous then such a thoroughly-punished bottom. Suddenly, she gasps and turns around, her eyes wide with horror. "Sir! I am so so sorry, but in all this confusion I forgot...the oven was still on! Your dinner is ruined!" She begins to sob hysterically, begging for forgiveness, asking for horrid punishments, collapsing to her knees before you. You gently nudge her with the tip of your shoe. "Imogen..." You say softly, as she looks up, her eyes wide with hope. You can see her registering your voice, wondering if she might find some mercy...