Miranda was pleased to be away from her Stepmother. She arrived at her Uncle’s house from the station by taxi. To her surprise the house, if it could be called such, was an old fortified manor house; in fact it was almost a castle. She was impressed and just a little intimidated by its opulence. The front gate was open and across a cobbled courtyard, a man stood framed in an open doorway. Although she had only met him twice before, once at her Father’s wedding and once at her Father’s funeral, she recognized him as the man she knew to be Uncle Jack. He had obviously been watching out for her and waiting for her to arrive. He waved to her, smiling as he beckoned her to enter. He seemed genuinely pleased to see her; if she had known why she would have turned and fled.

“This on the other hand is my whip,” he said, brandishing the riding whip. “It is one of many that can be used on your lovely little body if you don’t do exactly as you’re told and I can assure you, that you will find it a very painful experience. If I was to say that I have no wish to hurt you; I would be lying. Actually, the idea of striping you, whipping your naked body and watching you writhe in pain, makes my cock as horny as hell. It is what I enjoy most. I am what some people would call a sadist. I get sexual pleasure from inflicting pain on pretty girls. So you’d better be a good girl for me and do as you’re told, or you will get plenty of this.” He bought the whip round in an ark and down, its tip cracked against her calf.