I’m picturing the master of the house, holding a dishevelled girl by the hair – her maid’s dress uniform half removed. He speaks to his butler: “She tells me she’s a virgin and so refuses me.”
“But my lord, should you want her…”
“Indeed. But there’s another way. Take her to the stables. Tie her and whip her for her insolence. And then let the stablehands deal with the issue that is making her so unwilling. You can bring her back to me tomorrow evening, by when there’ll be no impediment to her being an obedient girl for me… And I shall be able to inspect her marks to be sure you’ve flogged her sufficiently severely.”
I love it when your mind goes to ‘darker’ places. How about more darker place next time. And make a story. It’s been a while. 😀