Morgana's POV

She saw the black boots stop in front of her and knew that he was wearing black boots, tight leather trousers and no top. Just the thought of how hard he would be made her wet.

"Have you been good slave?" He asked

"Yes master" She replied, her head still down.

He walked over to a cupboard and removed something that Morgana couldn't see. Then he came back and showed her the object. It was a silver knife. She wasn't scared- she knew that he would never truly hurt her but she was still on edge. He brought the blade up inbetween her breasts and then sliced the bra off. He quickly did the same with the thong. Then he put the bra, thong and knife back in the cupboard.

She was now totally naked, wearing only her collar. Her nipples were hard and she was wet with excitment. She saw him circling her, examining every inch of her milky skin.

"Bend Over" He commanded.

She did so and he examined her genitals.

"You disobeyed me!" He said.

"What? No, master I didn't, I..."

"Silence!" He shouted, "I didn't give you permission to speak slave. There is a hair on you!"

He reached between her legs and yanked it out.

Damn it she silently cursed to herself. She should have checked. She knew how much he hated hairs.

He measured the hair then threw it away.

"The hair was 13 milimetres long. Add ten for speaking without permission and that's 23 whips!"

He selected a painful leather whip from the cupboard then came back over to her.

"Count them out. Then thank me and beg for another."

"One" The whip cracked against her buttock leaving a stinging sensation, "Thank you master, please give me another."

The whip came down again. This continued until the 23rd one.

"Tw-w-wenty T-Three" Morgana gasped, her buttock now a deep crimson red.

"Well done my slave," Merlin whispered in her ear "Now I'm going to play a little game with you."