Sylmeria glanced at Eira and spoke "Come, Eira, sit with us. The table is set for family, and you are part of it."
Eira's fingers curled into the silk of her robe as she felt the sting of red handprints on her ass cheeks.
"I'm not hungry, Mother." Her stomach betrayed her with a low growl, but the thought of lowering herself onto the chair with a burning ass felt like torture.
Sylmeria's eyes narrowed "Eira. You will sit. The Honoured One has forgiven your earlier outburst; do not compound it with disobedience."
A deep flush crept onto Eira's face as shame and fury warred beneath her skin.
She took one stiff step, then another and her silk robe caressed like fire against her tender, swollen flesh.
'It still hurts...'
Eira reached the empty chair beside her mother.
She lowered herself inch by agonizing inch with trembling thighs as the cool bench kissed burning skin.
"Huff..." A sharp, involuntary hiss escaped through clenched teeth as her full weight settled.
