"I can have you do anything I like! I can have you flogged to death. Strung up to a tree and left to rot! Instead I offer you a chance of pleasuring me - of doing something no stupid buck has any right to even dream about..."

Her breasts rose and fell in sudden tempestuous passion. She snatched up her quirt from its position by the couch - an unusual place in an ordinary household for a riding whip - but in Lady Diana Deckford's bedroom an essential item of furniture.