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excellent service before the night is over, service for which you are paying in advance. Now then, which of these beautiful slaves shall I put up for sale first? Ah yes, the lovely Therese. I can see you are eager to display your charms, my dear.’ He led her chivalrously up to the platform the musicians had vacated and made her stand on a low stool so all could see her. ‘Now then, what bid do I hear for this exquisite creature?’ he began the proceedings in an efficient tone.
    ‘Let us have a better look at the goods!’ someone shouted.
    Milord raised one elegant eyebrow. ‘Can you not see what a high quality slave we have here?’
    ‘Show us her breasts!’ another man yelled, and a cheering chorus of approval travelled around the room.
    The noble auctioneer gave a show of reluctance, but the crowd insisted, so he stepped forward and unlaced Therese’s red satin basque, allowing her ample and perfectly shaped breasts to fall out of their chemise and stand proud. Her dark nipples hardened, and even though she feigned a coy expression, Hetty sensed she was enjoying herself immensely.
    ‘Ten francs a tit!’ someone cried, rousing a grumbling chorus of disapproval.
    Another gentleman demanded to see her arse, but at first Milord ignored him. Only when several others took up the request was he obliged to take it seriously. He then made Therese bend over and lifted up her voluminous skirt and petticoat to expose her bloomers.
    ‘No, her bare arse,’ the man insisted.
    With a sigh, and much theatrical rolling of his eyes, Milord pulled down the baggy drawers to reveal a pair of firm pink buttocks, which wiggled provocatively at the assembly.
    ‘Twenty francs a cheek!’ someone called, and the room filled with laughter. The atmosphere was growing more raucous by the minute, and Hetty felt her pulse quicken with unwilling excitement wondering what would happen when it was her turn to stand on the platform.
    The bidding continued, until a handsome young blade offered a hundred francs for Therese and his bid was accepted. He strode up to the platform to claim his prize, but Milord held up his hand.
    ‘First we must ensure the slave is biddable.’ He beckoned to a servant hovering nearby, and selected a supple cane from the instruments offered to him on a pink velvet cushion. ‘We must make sure we can discipline our slave girl, n’est-ce pas? ’ He handed the cane to the woman’s new master. ‘A girl who will not subject herself willingly to correction is hardly worth ten francs, let alone a hundred. Put Mademoiselle Therese to the test, if you please.’
    Hetty watched with growing excitement as the woman was made to bend over a low stool with her bare bottom exposed. The man who was about to claim her surveyed his purchase with relish, licking his lips. His right hand held the cane aloft, and then it came swishing down across her defenceless buttocks, cracking against them with a resounding smack that elicited a ripple of appreciative murmurs from the assembly. Twice more the cane fell, making Therese writhe and moan as her breasts swung freely over her loose corsage from the force of the impacts. Hetty could understand why the men present found the spectacle attractive. She was feeling quite aroused herself, and yet her pleasure was tainted by fear of being treated in the same harsh manner when it came her turn to be auctioned off.
    After the correction was performed and Therese’s new owner pronounced himself well satisfied, Milord suggested she should now show her gratitude to her new master. This time, it was the man’s turn to perch himself on the stool while his new slave knelt before him and unbuttoned his trousers with deft fingers. Kneeling with her back to the audience, the evidence of her recent ordeal was clearly visible on her buttocks in the form of deepening red welts. And it was obvious the man had found the experience of chastising her very arousing for his member appeared in all its glory,