. I'm so sorry, Mistress," I whined.Whack! came the paddle down on my bare ass. Whack! Whack! Three times Mistress hit my bare bottom, each seeming ha...rder than the blow before."If you ever disobey me again, it will be far worse for you, Bitch!" Do you understand me?"Mistress then pulled my panties back up, "Now, go apologize to Master Nick for being such a ridiculously cock-hungry bitch and sucking his cock without proper permission." Thank you, Mistress," I squeaked out before mincing over to. Churning butter was hard work, as was laundering sauce-splattered shirts. There was no way around this, though. Her uncle could not afford servants, he'd had a hard time finding the dowry for his daughter, when she married two years ago, and his son was running the fur business. He was not married, so there was no one in the household to do the cleaning and cooking, safe for Hildburg and her aunt.The fortunes of the Lauritz family had never recovered after that fateful evening when the. Why don't you see if someone in the camp wants it?" I asked."We may need the fur though. Someone will skin it and give us the fur if we let them have the meat," Caysha said, and so we just left it where it fell.When we got to the camp Saytha did the talking to a few hunters and three of them decided that they would split the meat between them. Of course they weren't going to skin it and cut it up, their mates would get that job. I didn't give a shit who did it. After the deal was done they. ” “Well, I’m off to give my consent as well. It’s a good job that Jane has not seen you looking like this, otherwise there is no telling what tattoo I will finish up with.” “Is she choosing your tattoo for you?” “Yes, she is the dominant one; she owns my body. It is hers to do with what she wishes. She had my pussy pierced shut on our wedding day, so I can’t have penetrative sex anymore, but the feelings that I get from my nipple piercings more than make up for that.” “What, you are pierced?.