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Magda whooped with pained pleasure. Her scream was strong and sensual, making Willingham very sexually excited. Her fingers reached up towards her clitoris.
    'No!' Willingham commanded. 'You know that that is not allowed.'
    'Sorry, sir,' Magda sighed, withdrawing her hand from her sex.
    Willingham whipped her again. Another satisfied scream! Even in the dusk light Willingham could see the pink weals that had spread across her bottom.
    'Oh again sir, again!' Magda begged enthusiastically.
    Willingham thought back, first to Isabella and how her face had crumpled in exquisite pain yesterday as he had lashed her with the self-same crop, her fuller bottom quivering with the force of each blow. As he had kneaded her pained buttocks, he had made her take him in the mouth until he ejaculated between the rosy jut of her shapely lips. And then he was reminded of Penny, a young English girl, who had been his guest a few weeks ago. He recalled her standing naked, bent over, Everton sitting before her, holding onto the back of her legs while Willingham had administered his hard punishment. He'd even forced Penny to bend further over and suck on Everton's thick slicked cock while he continued to beat her with the riding crop, the last excruciating stroke right across the button of her anus, as Everton spread her bottom as wide as he could. And lastly he thought about Lillian, and how exciting, just how enthralling it would be to have the girl totally in his power.
    'Please sir, whip my bottom again,' Magda pleaded.
    Willingham duly obliged.

5: The Order of Janus
    By the next evening Lord Willingham, accompanied by Everton, had returned to England, taking the young Polish girl back to her Mistress. He had decided that it would be best to get her out of the house in case Lillian somehow met her.
    When Sonia told Lillian that Willingham would be gone for a couple of days, Lillian breathed a sigh of relief. She'd found him so arrogant, and there was something so forceful about his personality it frightened her. Lillian could concentrate on talking to Hyde-Lee and working in his library, reading through the copious leather-bound volumes of his diary.
    She worked solidly amongst Hyde-Lee's voluminous books and papers in the wood-panelled room. Occasionally she would find an entry that mentioned her father. Hyde-Lee had indeed liked him; his descriptions were affectionate and amicably teasing. She made notes on all extracts, crosschecking Hyde-Lee's memoirs with comments from his diary.
    Later, she went out and strolled around the expensive shops of Forte Dei Marmi, inevitably ending by walking down to the sea and gazing at the splendid snow-capped mountains that formed the backdrop to this wealthy exclusive Italian resort. She returned to eat her dinner alone in the plush dining room. Hyde-Lee, so Sonia had told her, was too unwell to join her.
    The next morning, Hyde-Lee was so unwell he couldn't be interviewed. Lillian watched from her room as a procession of doctors attended him. His situation looked serious and, by early afternoon, he had to be taken to the hospital. Sonia told her that his condition had worsened, and although it wasn't exactly life threatening, he was to be kept in hospital for some days, mainly for observation.
    The house was now empty except for Sonia and her. Things were turning out disastrously for Lillian. She had only come to interview Hyde-Lee, but with him in hospital, it seemed unlikely that she was going to get much of a chance to talk to him. She seriously thought about returning to England, but then there were the copious amount of letters and private papers that were at her disposal. It might be better to use the next few days searching through his library.
    Sonia was left to keep Lillian company, and appeared to be at her side at all times. She would even appear when Lillian was sitting studying in the library. Lillian had the distinct impression she had been instructed to keep an eye on her. However, having