“And you, young man, since you are older than the girl, and since you were the one who seduced her, will get a sounder thrashing than a weak woman can give you. I am going to call the gardener.”
“What for?”
“To give you a sound thrashing.”
“I kill him if he touches me.”
“Is that so? We'll see about that.”
“If I have to be punished,” the boy said with a sigh, “it should be done by my father, and not by a servant.”
“But you don't have a father.”
“Then I'll wait till Monsieur Lompret arrives.”
“That may be some time.”
“I can wait.”
“No nonsense, boy. I am going to call the only man present.”
“I'll never allow that man to touch me. Honest! I'll run away. And since you took me in, you are more or less my mother. You are the only one who has the right to punish me.”
Julia recognized the proud Spaniard in him, and it flashed through her mind that this orphaned boy might once have been from a good family.
“If that's your wish, young man,” she said, “so be it. But don't be deluded. If I set my mind to it, I can give you a solid thrashing.”
“I deserve it,” was the boy's only answer.
Julia did not exactly want to whip the boy out in the open, so she ordered him to go inside and wait for her in her boudoir.
The boy obeyed.
Julia locked the door behind her. Her boudoir was at the end of a long hallway, and no one would be able to hear the protestations she fully expected. She took off her hat, pulled up her sleeves, and Pedro, who till now had been very calm and almost in control of the situation, began to show signs of nervousness. He saw that she rolled the big armchair into the middle of the room and knew that Julia was dead serious. He understood that the critical moment had approached, and he fell on his knees, pleading for mercy in a loud voice.
But Julia's mind remained unchanged. After all, it would have been unfair to punish Claire, and to let Pedro get away with it.
“If you don't obey. I can always call the gardener,” she threatened. The boy quieted down immediately.
“Come on, unbutton your pants.”
And when Pedro did not obey quickly enough, Julia's expert fingers loosened his buttons and the boy's pants fell to the floor before he had had a chance to grab then and hold on to them. Then she pulled him across the arm of the chair with her left hand, lifted his shirt, and with her other hand she gave him twenty resounding slaps till his buttocks began to redden visibly. The boy howled as if Julia was about to murder him.
Madame de Corriero, exhausted by this work, which she was not used to at all, fell down upon the couch. She was astonished to see that Pedro, though crying, did not seem to think about putting his pants back on.
The boy, who was still sobbing, rubbed his sore behind, but remained motionless across the arm of the chair. Julia's surprise became even greater when she noticed something which she had least of all expected.
Either Pedro was far ahead of his age, or he had lied about it. His prick was standing up and had a size which would have made a traveling monk jealous.
“Well, well,” Julia said to herself, “that's funny.”
“Come on, dress yourself,” she said in a loud, commanding voice, “and don't let me ever catch you doing such a thing again. I do not wish to punish you, but I shall not hesitate if the necessity arises.”
The little scene stayed in the back of her mind, and Julia became more than slightly curious about the boy.
And, only a week later, Pedro was again ordered into Julia's boudoir. He had stolen several items from the pantry and was caught red-handed by Dorothy. He denied everything.
Julia was furious this time. She did not mind that the boy had taken some food, but in all the years she had known Dorothy, she knew her maid to be honesty itself.
“If you know what's good for you,” she said to the boy, “you will be in my boudoir at one o'clock sharp.” This was the time when all the servants took their siesta.
Julia had steeled herself, and she was awaiting the penitent with the firm intention of giving him a sound thrashing.
“You have stolen, and you have lied,” she said. “This is almost unforgivable, and you'd better be prepared for severe punishment. Get yourself in position.”
The boy blushed, but he did not obey her.
“Didn't you hear what I said?”
“Yes, but I am ashamed.”
“If you don't feel shame when committing a crime, you shouldn't feel it for the punishment.”
Pedro, who had been called into the boudoir at very short notice, had no time to think about any good excuses. He also wore not much more than a pair of shorts and a shirt. Julia had no trouble at all undressing the boy and he stood mother naked before her in no time at all. Julia took a hazel rod, which she had acquired for this occasion and ordered the boy again to bend over.
“Do you want to use that for punishing me?” he asked, his eyes blazing, pointing at the rod in Julia's hand.
“Yes.”
“I don't want that.”
“I could not care less what you want or don't want. Come on, bend over!”
“No! Please, hit me with your hands as hard as you desire, but don't treat me like a dog as the English do.”
But Julia stood firm. She took the boy across her knees and the rod whistled sharply through the air, hitting the boy's buttocks and making a red stripe-and another one, and another one. Soon his wriggling buttocks were covered with red weals, and his young muscles twitched in pain. Finally, since Julia was getting tired, she put the rod in one of the drawers of her makeup chest.
When Julia turned around, the boy was on his knees, crying, big tears rolled down his cheeks. It would have been rather naive to ask why he was bawling.
“I hope you regret your mistakes, and I also hope that further punishments are no longer necessary. You better learn how to behave from now on.”
“I don't want any more… I don't want any more…” the boy sobbed uncontrollably.
“I am glad to hear that you don't want to do any more stealing or lying,” Julia said. She felt sorry for the sobbing child, and she patted his head. “You know now that any transgressions will be followed by the necessary punishment, and if you promise to behave, I promise not to punish you again.”
“No, you don't understand… I don't want any more punishment with that… that… bundle of sticks! Paulina always hit me with her bare hands!”
“Who is Paulina?”
“My big, married sister.”
“And then?”
“I don't know how to tell you.”
“Try me.”
“Hit me with your hand like you did the first time, and I will show you.”
Julia, curious now, gave him a few light slaps on his behind.
Suddenly, little Pedro grabbed her hand, and held it against his member which was showing signs of hardening. Without any shame he made Julia caress it, and soon it was hard and swollen, jutting firmly forward. Amazing, the prick of a full grown man on this young boy! Julia was flabbergasted, but at the same time intrigued and amused. She allowed the boy, who had clasped her hand firmly in his to jack off his big organ.
“I assume you like it that way,” she said with a smile.
“Oh, yes, I do, I do!” Pedro's eyes sparkled. “And if you like it too, you can punish me as often as you want,
