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hand on her shoulder, but instead he pulled her chair out from the table.
    They walked together into the sitting room.
    At first Andrea did not see the maid. She was hidden by the bulk of the large cream sofa. But then as they got closer she came clearly into view, and Andrea stopped dead in her tracks. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks. What she saw confirmed everything she had suspected. Charles Hawksworth knew her probably better than she knew herself.
    Julia was bending over in front of the large fireplace, her legs spread wide apart and her hands gripping her ankles. She had pulled the tight dress up over her hips so it was bunched around her waist. The fishnet tights were pulled down around her thighs, her buttocks naked but for a pair of tiny black panties. She had pulled the gusset of the panties into a tight string that cut deeply into the valley between her meaty buttocks and her labia, and Andrea could see the curly auburn hair that surrounded them.
    Charles walked up to her and put his hand on her back. The girl started slightly. Then he turned and looked straight at Andrea, those searching eyes staring right into hers.
    â€˜I see I have made my point,’ he said quietly. Without a word he went to the side of the fireplace. Andrea couldn’t think how she hadn’t seen it before, but there, in an elaborate china umbrella stand, was a selection of leather whips. Charles Hawksworth extracted a short riding crop and came back to Julia.
    â€˜Three, I think.’
    Without looking at Andrea he raised the whip, then swept it down firmly against Julia’s buttocks. Her flesh trembled and she gave a little coughing sound, her fingers gripping her ankles more firmly.
    â€˜Thank you, sir, may I have another?’
    â€˜Certainly you may.’
    Hawksworth raised the whip again. This cut was lower, almost on her thighs but clearly more painful as the girl reared up and cried out loudly before taking hold of her ankles again.
    â€˜Thank you, sir, may I have another?’ the girl intoned through gritted teeth.
    The riding crop had a thick leather loop at one end. Hawksworth wriggled this under the gusset of the panties until the heft of the whip was bisected by it. Then he yanked the whip upward, making the gusset bite even more deeply into her sex. Julia moaned.
    Two bright red stripes had appeared on her big buttocks. Hawksworth pulled the whip out from under the panties then raised it again. The whip whistled as if fell. This was the hardest blow of all and the girl cried out in pain.
    â€˜Thank you, sir.’
    â€˜Very good, Julia. You may go.’ He held out the whip.
    Andrea sat down on the sofa as the maid pulled the tight skirt down over her buttocks, took the whip from Hawksworth’s hand, replaced it in the umbrella stand and walked back to the dining room.
    Hawksworth sat in a large leather wing-chair, immediately opposite Andrea.
    â€˜That is what you want, isn’t it?’
    Andrea sipped her brandy. Her hand was trembling. Every stroke of the whip had affected her quite as much as it had affected the maid. Her own bottom was tingling, her nipples were so hard they felt like little pebbles, and her sex was alive, squirming internally as if a little snake had crawled into her vagina. There was no point lying. ‘How did you know?’
    â€˜I told you, it’s instinctive, something of a gift.’
    â€˜Do a lot of women respond in this way?’
    â€˜Not many. Shall we say a select few?’ He smiled again.
    Andrea was trying to think but her emotions were in a spin. She suddenly realised that though she’d suspected that Hawksworth had invited her to dinner precisely because he had in some way responded to her innermost needs, she had not thought any further than that. Now, faced with the fact that she was completely exposed, that he seemed to know everything there was to know about her sexuality, she hadn’t the faintest idea what was going to