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badge of obedience and humiliation. She wanted to take her clothes off in the market place just as she had done all those years ago in the garden.
    Richard was staring into her eyes as she reached for the thin black straps and slid them one at a time over her shoulders. She hesitated. There were corrugations on his brow, a look of impatience about his lips. She continued, peeling the material from her breasts. She paused for just a second, pulled at the tie and let the dress fall shimmering about her ankles.
    As Greta stepped away from the black pool of material she was overcome by a surge of contentment. The tingle that crossed her bottom as it was exposed to the air tempted a squirt of moisture from her lower lips and her flush turned crimson as she reached for the Little Miss Muffet costume. Richard was about to give it to her but suddenly changed his mind.
    ‘No, it’s not you,’ he said, and gave it back to the stallholder.
    Greta was so disorientated by Richard’s ability to turn the normal world upside down, she hadn’t noticed the stallholder trembling slightly, his mouth ajar. A crowd had gathered as if they were at a slave market in ancient Athens and a few words from a play slipped into her mind: It’s not a woman’s beauty that bewitches, but her nobility, a line from Euripides, and she threw back her head and stood proudly naked for everyone to see.
    Richard pointed at another dress hovering above on a wire coat hanger and she’d had her eye on that one all along. The stallholder lifted it down using a hook on a long pole and she remembered the sulky-eyed brunette as the soft cotton received her curves, the bodice tight, hugging her stomach, revealing the chasm between her breasts. The skirt was embroidered in the same pattern of fleurs-de-lys that decorated the ceiling in Richard’s bedroom and Greta couldn’t help wondering if this were more than mere chance, that the chain of events were like the links of a chain all connected and binding her to her true destiny.
    As she stood straight again the silent audience spontaneously put their hands together in applause before merging back into the crowd.
    ‘There. That wasn’t difficult, was it?’
    She shook her head and smoothed down the fabric.
    ‘One day, Greta, you’ll demand it.’
    She wasn’t exactly sure what he meant but couldn’t ask. Richard considered her carefully before nodding to the stallholder. He took out his wallet and when the man folded her black dress, Richard waved it away before he could place it in a carrier bag.
    ‘She won’t be needing it,’ he said, and again she bit her tongue to stop herself asking why.

Chapter Four – The Object
    G RETA FELT RATHER SMUG as they wandered away from the stall. She would never have dreamed of taking her clothes off in a crowded market before, her breasts exposed, her pubic hair damp and faintly smelly, her bottom bare and criss-crossed with the geometry of her first thrashing.
    She had a suspicion that Richard had a taste for corporal punishment and there would be more to come. The thought made her both shudder and tingle at the same time. She had reached the conclusion, at least subconsciously, that it was good for her. She was wet clay on the potter’s wheel. Each slap and spank was moulding her, making her, each strike of the belt turning her into something symmetrical and perfect.
    Then, there was something else, something utterly amazing. After the strapping she had taken, her orgasm reached new heights, new depths, new tones and textures. Richard had burnished all the nerve endings in her little bottom, illuminated that mysterious dark place that her own fingertip had petted gently and buggered her mercilessly. Magnificently. She slowed for a second to consider the game, the sense that she was taking part in a theatrical casting, and wondered what the role really entailed.
    Her hand was jerked and her heels drummed a tattoo as she hurried like a geisha to catch up.
    Richard