Chapter Twenty-Six
Karl Watches Asha at Play
“It’s OK, darling,” Karl told Freya gently. “It’s over now.”
“Over?” Asha said, smiling. “No, darling, I don’t think so.” She’d collected her riding crop from the cupboard and was standing in front of the sofa, her feet together almost standing at attention.
“Get on your knees, slave, and kiss my shoes!” she ordered.
Freya, still trembling, eased herself away from Karl and lowered herself onto the floor. She crawled the three feet to where Asha was standing and began to kiss the toe of Asha’s right shoe. Asha stroked Freya’s back with the crop, causing her to flinch.
“Good,” Asha said softly. “Very good – now the other foot and take your time. Karl is exceptionally good at foot worship. Let’s see if you can learn to be as good, shall we?”
