She walked him on the lead around the estate - “walkies” - forcing him to crawl through mud and gravel, punishing any hesitation with sharp smacks of the crop against his plug-filled ass. When he tried to speak, to beg for mercy in human words, she immediately brought the crop down hard across his butt cheeks.

“Welcome to the Inferno,” the Lady of the Manor said, her smile slow and merciless. “This is where you will endure—if not enjoy—your next twenty-four hours with me.”