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Lavinia, with a nasty chuckle. ‘Those druids did not train them to take their medicine well.’
    There was a brief and pregnant pause. Flavia could hear Delicia quietly sobbing, and her own heart beating. As the pain subsided in her bottom it began to twitch involuntarily in anticipation of another stroke of that wicked little whip.
    ‘But then,’ Lavinia continued quietly, ‘you haven’t trained them very well either, have you Paulus? Perhaps you are losing your touch and need a spell back in the ranks.’
    ‘I have not had time or permission,’ the major-domo burbled nervously.
    ‘No excuses. I shall consider your case later. I might just decide to have you flogged. I could sell you to one of the tribunes who are going on the Caledonian campaign. Then again, I may break you back to the lowest kitchen slave. Let even the lowest drudge have dominion over you. I think you might enjoy that, with all the friends you must have made amongst the female household slaves.’
    There was another pause as everyone, even Flavia preoccupied as she was by the vulnerability of her naked bottom, thought of the implications. The chance to avenge herself on Paulus was almost too appealing to be hoped for.
    ‘Please, mistress, anything…’ Paulus mumbled in a terrified whisper.
    ‘Silence! You may go. Send Zenobia to me.’
    The brief, welcome distraction was well and truly over. Flavia felt her thighs tremble and her bottom flinched and clenched convulsively, waiting for another stroke of the whip. But it did not come. Instead she heard the footsteps of her mistress move towards her. Then the hand began to stroke her inner thighs, slowly moving up.
    ‘So soft,’ Lavinia’s voice said huskily. ‘For a barbarian your flesh is extraordinarily tender.’ The fingers moved up in lazy circles. ‘All the better to appreciate my toys.’ The woman chuckled, and Flavia tried not to moan aloud as the cunning fingers met her nether lips.
    ‘What’s this?’ the woman mocked. ‘But Flavia, you are sopping wet, girl. How extraordinary. Is this fountain gushing in response to my caresses, or those of my whip?’
    ‘I – I don’t know… mistress,’ Flavia managed somehow, speaking nothing but the truth.
    ‘Well, that is pleasurable for me, but unfortunate for you. Do you know why, slave?’
    ‘N-no, mistress.’
    The stroking stopped and Lavinia leant forward, wiping her wet fingers in Flavia’s luxuriant blonde hair, and then bending to murmur into the slave girl’s ear. ‘It is because if you get excited about a few spanks and strokes, it is hardly a punishment, is it? When you need to be disciplined, I’ll have to make sure you get a real imperial flogging. No good you enjoying it, is there, you wicked little slut?’
    Lavinia did not seem to expect an answer to her own rhetorical question, and Flavia was happy to keep her mouth shut. The woman’s threat had sent cold thrills of fear straight through her. Yet, that fear only seemed to increase the sensations that smouldered in her loins.
    Thankfully, the feline beauty moved on to Delicia, so Flavia concentrated on breathing steadily and tried to keep quite still.
    ‘Oh!’
    ‘Did I ask you to speak?’
    ‘No, mistress.’
    There was another slapping sound and another gasp of discomfort.
    ‘Silence is golden, Delicia. Be quiet or I shall have to have you gagged.’
    Flavia could not see what was happening, but she could guess, and soon her guess was confirmed.
    ‘Blessed Minerva, I believe you are even wetter than the other. For heaven’s sake, girl, it is running down the insides of your thighs!’
    ‘Ooooh…’
    ‘I did say be silent, didn’t I?’
    ‘Oh please, mistress.’
    ‘Sluts like you should not be so tender down there. I’m barely pinching you. Jupiter only knows how much noise you will make when I introduce you to real pain.’
    Flavia tried to swallow, but found she did not have enough saliva. It was warm in Lavinia’s chamber and she felt the