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He stands there shivering in the cold. He is, of course, naked. And it is winter. There is no snow in the ground, but as I sniff the air, and breath out there is a fine white cloud. The snow will not be long in coming. I hold the whip in my hand, feeling the weight of it.
"I take no pleasure in this," I tell Cream.
It is a lie, of course. He knows it, I know it. I imagine, the rest of the household, assembled on the lawn behind me, know it too. My cruelty is well known, and I imagine that people are not stupid enough to think I indulge in the behaviours I do, without enjoying them.
"You have been found guilty of stealing from me, Cream!" I bellow, enjoying the tension I am creating. "And you have been sentenced to be whipped, naked in front of all the other staff. Do you have anything to say?"
Cream shakes his head. Or at least, that is what I think he is doing. He could just be shaking with cold.
Or fear.
I grit my teeth in a smile and start whipping.