Michael led Cassy into the privacy of the corridor and thrust the photographs into her hand. Then he folded his arms across his chest and quietly watched her reaction as she stood nervously before him, her eyes falling on the indecent pictures.She scanned the photographs, shame overwhelming her. Then she lifted her pleading eyes to his angry amber ones. “Please, I’m really sorry.” She implored him.“I’m trying to figure out how you hoped to prove your virginity to me.”"I…actually…” she began to stutter, and he gave her a curt wave of dismissal.“Let me guess.” He interrupted in the same vein. “You were going to cry and pretend it hurts, right? After all, it is said that some women do not bleed. They probably lost it from rigorous physical activity like exercise, right?”She started shaking her head in denial.“No?” he pressed. “Okay. Maybe you had plans of using the fake blood capsule, which I hear can be inserted a few hours before penetrative interc

Zee searched for an excuse to avoid or delay doing as he had said. “They are …they are not in town.” She sputtered. “Tell them over the phone.” He said emphatically. Giving up on looking for even the least excuse, she gave him an imploring gaze, a frown, creasing her brow. “There is no love in this.” She said brokenly. He didn’t respond but focused his gaze on four of his best men who had emerged from the church and were searching for him with their eyes and body movements. Upon sighting each other, they hung around his range rover, working together to tear off the balloons and ribbons that decorated the vehicle. He returned his gaze to her face, taking in the nose ring she had on. To him, it stood there as one of her obvious signatures that marked her as unruly and thoughtless.

Zee sat before her dressing mirror and watched her phone ring, the name, Stanley flashing across the screen. She was dressed in a little black dress, her hair held in a single braid that lay flat on her head and flowed down to rest on her back. She was wearing a black choker and other red accessories, her lips painted a bright shade of red lipstick. Her eye makeup as usual was smokey. She had her trademark nose ring in her hand, about to put it on but she was reminded of Michael’s warning- when I say I don’t want to see it on you again, I mean it… She hesitated for a moment. It wasn’t like she was going out with Michael. This was Stanley and he already knew who she was. If she appeared differently, it would look like she was trying to impress him or it would look like she was trying to c

A small smile touched his lips as he perused Zee from head to toe, his eyes finally coming to rest on hers. “Elizabeth, my, you look fantastic.” Inara’s eyes traveled between Zee's and Michael’s face intermittently. Zee’s eyes fell. “Thanks.” She responded, her voice slightly croaky as it came out with the hint of a wavering whisper. “Fancy us meeting here. I see you even know Mrs. Arnold.” Zee lifted her gaze back to his and gave him a slight nod while Inara smiled at him. “We are best friends,” said Inara. “I’m surprised you know each other.” “We do,” Michael responded, snaking an arm around Zee’s waist and pulling her close to his side. “She’s my girlfriend.” Inara was confused for a moment as she looked from him to Zee. Didn’t Zee just say she was there on a date? “I thought you said…” she began but caught Zee’s entreating look and furtive shake of her head which told her not to ask the question she had been about t

As she wept, Michael gave her six more hard spanks, so that she was crying profusely and desperately blubbering out promises “I’ll be good… Michael p...please.” He paused with a determined raised hand, his muscles rippling underneath the arm of his fitted suit. “Will you lose the nose ring?” “Yes, please.” She blubbered. She couldn’t believe that Michael would punish her like this. No one had ever raised a hand to her before. She was practically a princess for God’s sake and she always had her way. This had to be karma because of what she had always done to Inara. She was sure of it. His palm came down punitively on her bottom again, eliciting a cry from her and more tears. When will he stop? Christ, she was dying. “Michael, please.” She pleaded. “I’m begging you, please, I’ll be good.” He paused again. “Say you’ll be good three times.” “I’ll be good…I’ll be good…I’ll be good.” She tearfully ran the lines in quick succession. She would