"Yes, you fucking did. Don’t you fucking lie to me!" he yanked back on her hair, and she cried out. He reached back into the chest and produced a hard wooden paddle. Bringing it down on her ass, he whacked her with it several times as she whimpered. As he set the paddle aside he leaned close to her as she felt gentle hands soothing the stinging skin, she assumed Antonin’s, but she couldn’t turn her head to see without tightening the ropes around her neck.