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Chapter Nineteen – Layla's sweet Elise
Rose arrived home after shopping. She entered around the back, placed her packages on the kitchen table and then went in search of her mistress to let her know she had returned. At this time of day Layla would usually enjoy reading in the lounge or sitting out on the back patio, however, as Rose entered the main hall, she heard sobs from upstairs. She stopped and leaned up again the wall, closing her eyes she listened to the pitiful and heartbreaking sound. Rose clenched her fist and bit down on her lower lip. She must find the girl! Yes, the girl must once again have to bear her Mistress's pain.
“Miss Elise! Miss Elise, where are you?” Rose called frantically as she hurried up the stairs towards the girl's room, but as she swung the door open the sight that confronted her quite literally look her breath away. Elise sat on the floor, slumped over, while systematically lashing her back and shoulders with a long black flogger. Each lashing sound was followed by a faint gasp as Elise's head jerked, and she closed her eyes for a moment before striking herself yet again. The red dress she wore had torn and now pooled around her on the floor.
Rose felt a hand on her shoulder and swung around to see Layla. “Please leave us, Rose. ”
Upon seeing the women, Elise immediately stopped and stared up at her mistress, unsure now if she had done the right thing.
Layla wrinkled her nose and sniffed then walk over to Elise. She dropped down onto her knees beside her and gently enveloped the girl in her arms. “Oh, baby, you did this for me didn't you?”
Hugging her tightly, then drawing back slightly, Layla looked down at and gently wiped the tears from Elise's face with her fingers.
Elise looked up and nodded. “I punished myself because I wanted you to see these welts and know I did this for you. My pain is my love. My pain is the love that heals you. I understand that now, Mistress.” Elise felt oddly safe as she nuzzled her face between Layla's warm breasts. ‘Can I really leave her?' she questioned herself. 'Yes, she's a strong woman. She will be just fine.'
“What would I ever do without you, my little Elise? You are the love of my life.”
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