As soon as Annabelle gets a text from Heather, she immediately walks over to the receptionist. "Hello. Welcome to Lady Heather's Dominion. How may I serve you?"

"Hi, my name is Annabelle I'm here to see Lady Heather."

"Oh yes I see. Give me a moment to tell her you're here."

"Lady. Yes Annabelle is here. Ok. Follow me."

After going up a few stairs Annabelle says,

"Maria, you have to be more Dom your acting like a Sub."

"But I-"

"I know you're a Sub but out there, she points to the desk,

"You are more of a Dom then the rest of them so act like it. And change your greeting."

"Ok, how about, Welcome to Lady Heather's Dominion where your kinks can come true, how may I help you."

"Perfect just, perfect."

She smiles and pats her on the head causing Maria to blush.

"So Annabelle what's been going on? Why did you need to come?"

"Well I screwed up with Simone. I should of left her alone but she looked like she needed help and then I fell in love with her but now, I'm not sure that it was worth it."

"Why?"

"Because I got her hurt I don't even care if I got hurt too. It hurts worse that I had to pick her up and bring her to the bathroom because she was in too much pain to walk or the fact that all I heard that night was her screams of fear of someone getting hurt. It was just a mess. I don't know what to do. I shouldn't have teased her and then kissed her, she had to give in. She was so weak but like Amanda said she's very strong, she just doesn't see it yet. I love her with all my heart. There's nothing I wouldn't do to help her."

"Wow, you have grown up and matured I remember when I had first met you."

"Those were the real bad days."

"Ok. Annabelle I need you to be quiet and follow me. I have an appointment and your bitch of a mother left you with me so stand behind me. You understand me?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Hello, Welcome to Lady Heather's Dominion. How may I help you?"

"Hi. My name is David and I have an appointment with Lady Heather."

"Oh yes. I see. Oh what is that behind you?"

"Oh it's nothing."

"Sir, we don't allow children in here."

"I don't care I have an appointment with Lady Heather. Now let me see her."

"But sir the sign says-"

He grabs a handful of hair.

"I don't care what the sign says just let me see her."

He punches her in the face.

"Yes, Sir."

"Lady, your appointment is here."

"Thank you, Diana. What the hell! Diana who the fu- crap is that? I told you no kids allowed."

"I'm sorry Lady but I had no choice."

"You always have a choice, Diana!"

"Yes, Lady."

Diana bows her head.

"Now, I'm sorry to say there are no children allowed. You will have to take her back home."

"No, I paid for this already. I'm getting my session."

"Don't talk back to me! That wasn't an option, it was a command. Now, go take your daughter back home."

"Diana, did you allow her to look around?"

Diana shook her head. Lady Heather grabs Diana's face.

"That requires a verbal answer."

"No, Lady."

"Good girl. What happened to your eye?"

"He punched me."

"David?"

"Yes, Lady."

Lady Heather looks down at Annabelle. She has bruises and cuts on her face.

"You punched my sla-"

Heather sighed.

"You punched my secretary?"

"She deserved it."

"What did she do because as far as I know you had no right to hit her?"

"She wouldn't let me see you."

"We could have dealt with that. You could have spoken to me and worked this out but you had no right to hit her."

"Who the fuck, do you think you are?"

"Who do you think you are talking that way in front of me and your daughter?"

"You both are such bitches."

Lady Heather slaps him hard across the face. Lady Heather then bends down. David reaches for Heather's hair.

"If you do that I will break your arm."

David backs off.

"What's your name, Sweetheart?"

Lady Heather softly grabs Annabelle's arm. Annabelle gasps in pain and whimpers,

"Annabelle."

Lady Heather slowly lets go of Annabelle's arm and looks at David.

"Go into the room, strip, and stand in the corner until I see fit."

David just stands there.

"Get in there now I can't stand to see your face right now."

David looks at her sternly.

"You already have 50 for hitting my employee and 50 for still standing here so get in there, now!"

He glares at her for a few seconds before walking into the room.

"Annabelle, why don't we go in here?"

Lady Heather points to her private room. Before she steps in with Annabelle, she turns back to Diana.

"You did well. Why don't you go back downstairs and work until the session is over and I'll show you how great you did. I'll send someone to get an ice pack for you. Okay? "

"Yes, Thank you Lady."

Lady Heather walks into the room.

"Hi Annabelle. How are you?"

"Okay."

"Well, my name is Lady Heather but you can call me Heather."

"Okay."

"Sweetie, what happened to your arm?"

"Nothing."

"If it's nothing can I see?"

"My dad told me not to let anyone see."

"I know sweetie, but I won't tell him, I promise. I just want to make sure you're alright."

"Okay."

Heather pulls off Annabelle's long sleeve shirt. As soon as she did so she stopped for a mere moment from shock. Annabelle was covered in bruises. It almost seemed like there wasn't a part of her body not covered by a bruise. She looked up to see tears streaming down Annabelle's face. As she reached to pull down Annabelle's skirt Annabelle let out a sob. Heather started whispering that she wouldn't hurt her, combing her fingers softly through her hair.

"What happened?"

Heather whispered to Annabelle with tears in her eyes, trying to keep her emotions at bay.

"He got mad I didn't do what he wanted so he punched me."

'"I told you to bring me some food."

"I can't there is no food."

"I don't care. Just find some, bitch."

"But-"

David punches her hard in her stomach causing her to keel over.

"Just do it."

"Yes, sir."

She gasped out.'

Heather moved her hand to an area that was definitely not punched.

"Or kicked."

"Why the fuck can't you do anything right?"

"I'm sorry it won't happen again."

"No, it won't."

She's on the floor cleaning up the mess. He kicks her in the ribs and she falls over and curls up to protect herself from the blows.

Heather caressed her cheek.

"Or slapped me."

"Lay down, I said lay down."

"But Sir, please don't do this it hurts."

"I don't care. Lay the fuck down."

"But please-"

David slaps her hard across the face making her head snap back.

"I'm sorry."

She pulls off her nightgown and lies back as he crawls on top of her.

And with that she started sobbing. Heather didn't need to ask the last question for it had already been answered. She just held Annabelle as she cried. After Annabelle had stopped crying, Heather pulled a couple of games and toys out of the closet and played a game with her.

"Annabelle."

She looks up at her.

"Why don't you stay here while I work, ok?"

Annabelle nodded

"Why don't you come back next time? I want to teach you something, ok."

Annabelle's eyes filled slightly with fear.

"Of course he would say that." Heather mumbled.

"Don't worry. I won't hurt you. I want to train you so that you can be the best you can be. I see your potential."

Then she smiled and Heather left. She turned back around quickly and walked back in.

"Annabelle could you get Diana an ice pack, down the stairs and to the right, in the freezer. And you're more than welcome to take one too and look around."

Heather was closing the door but heard Annabelle say

"Yes, Heather. Thank you."

Maybe the girl learned something already.

Heather walks into the other room with David. He says,

"Thank God you came back. What took you so fucking long?"

Heather curled her fingers in a come here gesture. Now if he was doing what she told him to do he wouldn't have seen it but he wasn't and he walked over to her. She slapped him saying,

"Language! Go back to the corner."

He sulkily walked back to the corner. Heather went into the closet pulled out a whip and felt the weight of it in her hands. She started flicking the whip enjoying the sharp sounds coming from it. Every time it snapped David jumped.

"Ok. Go to the bed and get on your knees facing the headboard. Good. Now grab the leather straps, you can wrap them around your wrists. And don't let go until I say so."

With that she flicked her whip and landed it on the plane of his back. 1,2,3- 4,5,6- 7,8,9. And she kept going until she was sure he was about to call out the safe word.

"You can let go of the strips and lie down and rest for a little. I'll be back."

She went across the hall, to Annabelle, who was sitting on the floor patiently waiting for her.

"What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you. Why don't you come over here? Lock the door behind you."

Heather walks over to Annabelle and sits on the floor next to her. Annabelle starts raking her fingers through her hair and urges Heather to lay her head in her lap. She keeps sliding her fingers through her hair.

"You can cry. I know you want to, just let it out."

And with that tears started streaming down Heathers face, wetting Annabelle's dress. Once Heather got her composure back she sat up.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay"

"But I wet your dress."

"It's ok. No big deal."

"And I showed you I'm weak."

"You're not weak you just let down your walls for a minute. You care. You can't be sorry about that."

"But I have to send you back with him and I don't. I can't let you get hurt. I'm gonna come up with something."

"It's ok. You don't have to do that."

"I want to."

Heather let Annabelle leave with David. She didn't know why. She said that she was sorry but she didn't feel any better. Heather called Diana in.

"Yes, Lady."

"I would love to show you how great you were today but I can't show you right now, ok."

"Yes, Lady"

"I'm going to show you at home in a much more special place than this. Better?"

"Yes, Lady"

"Ok Pet, Tell me the truth would you rather here now or at home later?"

"At home later, Mistress"

"Good so it's settled then. Um Diana I had a rough day and I have to take the rest of the day off, ok?"

"I'll cancel the appointments for the rest of the day, Lady."

Heather then leaves to see Selina.

"I don't know what to do. I mean I let her go home with him, after she told me what he did to her. How could he do that to his own kid? Well, actually it seems that she's not his but her mother is dating him. I don't know. Is it because it's not his flesh and blood? I don't understand."

You would know.

"Why don't you check on her and see if she's ok, while you think of what you want to do. Whatever you decide to do, I trust your judgment."

She kisses her head and smiles.

"Now go back home to your pet, you know she's waiting for you."

"Thanks Mom."

"No problem I just want to help that little girl."

Heather drove over to the school. Just in time to see Annabelle coming down the street. Annabelle looked up and her face lit up seeing Heather but soon turned into a cringe. Heather saw the new bruise that had formed on her cheek. Heather bent down.

"Hey, Annabelle."

"Hi, Heather."

"How are you?"

She caressed the bruised cheek.

"Okay, it still hurts a little but it'll heal."

"What happened?"

"He got upset that he got punished for bringing me"

What she didn't say was that it all started when David saw the wet spots on her dress.

"That fucking bitch. Who the fuck did she think she was? I mean come on just because I fucking brought you. What are those spots on your dress?"

"It's nothing, Sir."

"I know when something is something. Don't lie to me!"

"Heath- Lady Heather gave me some water and a few drops fell on my dress."

"You piece of shit! You fucking idiot. A fucking cunt that's all you are!"

"Yes Sir."

"Maybe it can get you out of this mess. Get on the bed."

"But Sir, please don't. I'm sorry. I'll be more careful just don't do it!"

"You're gonna do what I fucking say you're gonna do!"

He slaps her.

"Yes Sir."

She says as she scrambles her way onto the bed.

"But it was the rules and if he had a problem with it he should've brought it up to me." She mumbled.

"I'm fine."

"I want to teach you something. Is David picking you up from school?"

"No. He doesn't get off until 8 and my mom works really late."

"I want to show you something after school. I'll pick you up."

When Annabelle walked into the parking lot she was surprised to see Heather picking her up in a Convertible.

"Hey."

"Hey, nice car."

"Thanks."

"So um what are you going to teach me?"

"Everything I know."

"You helped me, saved me from him and taught me so many things."

"You were very eager to learn but what happened?"

"I don't even think that Simone will ever forgive me for what happened."

"She probably already did."

"No. Not for what happened to her, for me giving in to Immaculata."

"Wait, what?"

"I gave in. I came for her. I came for Simone not 3 hours before. I cheated on her."

"Didn't Immaculata force you, against the wall, if I can remember correctly?"

"Yeah, but she said how wet I was and I was so embarrassed. I didn't want to be. I didn't mean to be. I just, was."

"Sweetie, I know it's not your fault. Your dad taught you how to be like that. But Simone probably thinks that I was getting off on her getting raped but I wasn't, I mean I was, but I didn't mean to I just-"

"It's not your fault you were taught by David that anything that bothers you should turn you on and that when you come it clears out all of your problems."

"But it didn't make anything better. It only made things worse. I feel guilty and I don't know how to help her."

"Why don't you train with Simone?"

Heather goes into the closet and pulls out an Australian Stock Whip and gives it to her.

"You remember how to use it, don't you?"

"Okay. Next lesson, whips. Let's start with this one and eventually we can go to my favorite, the Australian stock whip. My mom always said you gotta know how it feels before you can use it on someone else."

She raised her eyebrow.

"I won't hurt you."

"Ok."

She took off her shirt and Heather made 3 perfectly skilled strikes.

"Now look in the mirror."

Annabelle looked and saw only 3 red lines on her back, not one cut.

"Just think when you get skilled enough I'll let you do this to me."

Three months later,

"You made so much progress. Heck! You are probably better than me. So you know your reward."

Annabelle looks questioning, hopeful, pleased. Heather pulls off her shirt, turns around, and takes off her bra. She then walks to the bed and kneels on it.

"You may use it on me."

Annabelle walked behind her and traced the contours of her back. She saw and felt no marks. She wanted to make sure it stayed that way. She took a few steps back and laid 5strikes perfectly. Heather moaned. There lied 5 red marks that would fade and never mar that perfect body of art.

David takes a Yard whip out of his closet and gives it to Annabelle and then takes off his shirt and says,

"Use it."

"But sir-"

"No but sir's. Just try to do it. Okay?"

The first two strikes were too hard but right before he stopped her, she made a third strike which was perfect and so were the next two and the next 10 until she stopped at twenty. He had the biggest smile on his face, his kid was a natural, but then he started thinking. Then he yelled,

"You've been going to see her? She taught you how to use this, didn't she? She fucking did, of all fucking things; she fucking teaches you how to use a fucking whip."

"Yeah. But it's your favorite."

"It's ok. You can bring it back some other time. Why don't you show me now? Just a quick practice run."

"Okay."

"Just when you get in just be fast, hard, and rough. It'll help her get over it, make her stronger, but take her soft, gentle, loving, Ok."

"Okay."