The Story So Far ……
Madeline had managed to find the missing playing card and returned it to her master / lover.
Now maybe she would find out why it was so important.
Now read on ……
‘Pay attention Madeline,’ he held the playing card just under her nose. ‘What card is it?’
She squinted down at the card and hesitantly said, ‘ten of diamonds.’
‘Good, good,’ he said patting her on her head. ‘So according to the card you are to receive ten strokes of the tawse on each cheek.’
‘B-but I’ve already had six strokes,’ she protested.
‘Madeline are you arguing with me?
‘Yes I am,’ she said defiantly.
‘How dare you embarrass me in front of all these lovely people. Now apologise at once.’
‘Shan’t,’ she said stubbornly.
‘Okay, Miss Defiant, you’re in big trouble.’
He strode off.
She was still on her hands and knees. So she quickly crawled across the carpeted floor, hoping to hide among the legs and feet of the other people, some of who gave her some space, while others blocked her way.
One of the masters who was in her way grabbed hold of her ponytail and pulled her to her feet. Tucking her head under his arm, his big hard hand rapidly spanked her violently wriggling bottom. As she kicked out, her foot kicked his manhood – he screamed in agony – dropping her so that she fell in a heap at his feet, while he doubled up and joined her on the carpet – clutching at his deflated cock.
‘Madeline, what have you done you wicked girl?’ It was the Mistress Superior.
She knelt down at the side of the writhing master. Putting her arm around him, she cradled his head against her 42 DDD cup bra. ‘What shall I do with her my darling?’ she asked him.
‘She’s not ready to be one of us yet she’s not submissive enough,’ he gasped. ‘Return her to her master for further training.’
The mistress superior beckoned to a man who played the part of bouncer and wordlessly he came forward – slinging her over his shoulder he took her out of the room. She screamed and struggled to escape, but he slapped her bottom and carried on walking with her.
When he eventually put her down, she looked around. She was in a cell.
It was cold and stark.
There was a wooden table and a hard wooden chair. Against the far wall was a narrow bed.
Sitting down on the chair, he put her over his knee and removing the studded leather belt from around his waist he gave her twenty hard strokes with it – ten on each cheek.
He then rolled her off his knee. She screamed as her knees hit the stone floor.
‘You are a disgrace to the ‘Secret Society of Spankos’ you will wait here. Your master will come shortly and take you back for further training.’
He went out of the cell – the steel barred door clanged shut behind him and she heard the key click.
What’s going to happen to her now?
To be continued ……