[Raven.]

Raven’s stride became awkwardly stiff as she felt his presence follow. She rarely, if ever, shouted at Eeth, but she was just so sick of everyone riding her lately, sick of having to do nothing but work and most of all, sick of being punished for her failure to accept all of this in good grace. Those feelings of righteous indignation did not last long, in fact they quickly morphed into panic as he took her arm and then dread when she found herself hauled to her desk and tipped over his knee. “No Master please don’t!” she started begging when the back of her tunic was flipped up. “DON’T! Oww! Don’t do it! OWw!” but it was too little too late. Raven was intimately familiar with her master’s paddle, and knew exactly how much it hurt; even through two layers it had her bottom clenching and legs stiffening in an effort to stop some of the burn from setting in. Yeah, like that ever worked….