by
Eleanor Powell
The Story So Far ……
He had placed a penny between her cheeks and told her to walk across the room without it falling out. He warns her that if it does fall out again she’s in big trouble.
She can feel it slipping out and makes an effort to clench her cheeks but too late, it makes a tinkling noise as it rolls across the floor.
Now what’s going to happen?
Now read on ……
‘Okay Madeline, you’re in trouble.’ Taking hold of her arm, he drags her across the room – pushing her face down over the polished dining room table.
‘You’ve never had the cane before have you?’
She shakes her head.
‘Well there’s a first time for everything.’ He spreads her legs and fastens her ankles to the legs of the table. Catching hold of both her slim wrists he fasten them behind her back.
‘I’m just going out to the car, don’t go away.’ He laughs at his own joke.
She is aware of him coming back into the room. She cranes her neck round, trying to see what he’s up to. ‘Keep still,’ he orders her.
She hastily winds her neck back in and lies over the table obediently.
There’s a whirring sound and he whispers in her ear. ‘That’s the sound of the cane Madeline, as it’s your first caning I’m only going to give you six strokes, that you will count.’
The whippy cane lands on her bottom, biting into her tender flesh. She gives a loud scream as the sting takes her by surprise.
Before delivering the next stroke he pauses.
‘That was one Madeline, let’s start again shall we?’
Thwack! The cane again strikes her bottom, she sucks in her breath, but remembers to count, ‘One.’
‘That’s better,’ he tells her, but please also thank me after each stroke.’
‘Why?’ she asks him.
‘Because I’m teaching you obedience. It’s something you obviously need, so be grateful to me.’
‘Huh!’ she says under her breath.
However, her lover has excellent hearing.
‘Right, Miss Smarty Pants, now you’re for it.’
Now what’s going to happen to her?
To be continued ……
