interesting punishment instruments, and the one who cries the most during the first part of the spanking is going to make the acquaintance of one or another of these. So I advise you all to be as submissive and quiet as you can.”
I glanced swiftly and in terror back to see what he held in his hands, and saw it was the black leather strap with which I was all too familiar. Turning my face quickly back, I resolved to bear it bravely, as I had tasted it often before and knew its effects, painful though it was.
He began to whip us. Starting with Selena, on whose pert well-muscled oval bottom he laid three stinging, loud blows of the strap, he passed over to Rosa, and inflicted the same number on her spacious amber-colored backside, drawing a gasp of pain and a squeeze of my hand in her distress. Selena, on the other hand, had remained stoic during her first taste of the wicked strap.
In an agony of suspense, I tensed myself, but to my astonishment he returned to Selena, dealing her four swift blows which at last broke through her defenses, for she burst into tears, “Ohh… ooowwwwohh, Master, oh, it hurts!” and then again I heard Rosa gasp tearfully as three sonorous smacks told me her full ample bottom was vibrating under the force of his strong arm. My bottom twitched and shrank repeatedly as I prayed for him to stop this torture of suspense and begin my punishment. And at last I felt the searing force of the leather thong wrap across both my bottom cheeks with an energy that warned me bitterly that he was in rare whipping form and meant to spank us all severely. I stifled my cry well enough, but I squeezed my comrades' hands spasmodically and bit my lips, shivering all over.
Now he began to whip us alternately, laying a hard stinging cut across each of our bottoms in turn. Rosa was in tears, as was Selena, but as I had fewer blows by actual count, I was able to remain quiet except for some choking groans and sobs. He seemed perfectly tireless, and unquestionably this new spanking event stimulated him to energetic efforts, for I had never felt the strap land so cruelly across my hindquarters as I did this time. After about twenty blows, I was sobbing and twisting uncontrollably, at which Mr. Raleigh ironically commented, “So those panties are not of much protection after all, are they, Lucille, my dear?”
“Oh n-no, Master, oh, the strap burns awfully,” I sobbed.
“Remember, my dears, the one who cries out the most will get an introduction to my new punishment instrument,” he warned.
And all of us moved by the same juvenile, shameful fears, tried to compose ourselves, shifting on our knees which sank down distressingly into the soft luxurious upholstery of the couch, readjusting the grasp of our quivering fingers, and hiding our tear-stained reddened faces against the back of the couch.
I do not think any spanking before then or quite some time after agonized me quite so much as this one. For it was hearing in one's ears the terrible smacks of the leather strap on the naked bottom of your companions in misfortune and waiting with shrinking, burning flesh for your own turn to come, that made each biting cut of the strap finally, when it came, an agony to bear.
Several times he paused before one or the other of us and dealt her bottom two or three hard smacking cuts in succession. And by now all of us could hardly restrain our cries, while our faces were drowned in tears and our twists and contortions grew more and more uncontrollable than ever as we kicked up our heels, jerked our burning hindquarters this way and that, or lowered them, only to be told sternly to get back in position at once.
When he had given all of us about twenty blows of the strap, he stopped and then came to me and drew down my panties to my knees while I wept unashamedly, twisting about from the gnawing fury that invaded my entire bottom. “Hra,” he said, “you seem to have the reddest bottom of all, Lucille, my dear. However, I am not yet quite sure which one of you deserve the additional punishment, as all of you made the same amount of complaints and cries. So I propose to give each of you ten strokes with my new punishment cane, which is adapted from the English schools and which will be very new to you, I am sure. The one of you who carries on the most during her ration will be the unfortunate loser, and she will be introduced to still another instrument I procured for the special purpose of disciplining naughty little girls.”
He went back to the secretary and from its open drawer took out a curious little cane, with crooked handle, made of light straw-colored malacca as I later learned, about two feet long, very thin and flexible, which he whisked in the air ominously while we sobbed and groaned and twisted our naked reddened bottoms about in terrible apprehension. “Prepare yourselves, and be courageous,” he admonished as he came back to the couch.
Then bending toward Selena, for I watched covertly out of tear-blurred eyes, he put his left hand on her shoulder and, drawing back the cane a short way, whisked it deftly across the upper part of her furiously and dark- reddened bottom cheeks. She uttered a shrill scream of pain, her bottom lowered to her heels, and sobbing hysterically, she turned her head towards him and gasped, “Oh, Master, Master. Oh, for God's sake, I can't stand it! It cuts me so to the bone, Master. Oh, Lordie, it's the worst I've ever felt you use.”
“I'm gratified to hear you announce its qualities, Selena, my dear,” he replied ironically as he always does when he is whipping a helpless girl. “You see, it's not necessary to strike hard with it to be felt. Just a dextrous flick and the smart lasts and lasts and lasts a good long time, doesn't it?”
As he drew the cane sharply a second time across her bottom, a little lower down, I felt her hand tug savagely at mine, heard her shrill, “Ahrrr… oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, Master, oh, its just awful oh, please, please, use the strap instead Master, and I'll bear it bravely.”
“You have eight cuts remaining you, Selena, from this cane,” he replied, “and, judging from your noisy reception of them, I fear you may be the unlucky winner of our little tourney. But we shall see.”
With this, while Selena squirmed about frantically, sobbing and shifting her slim small hand desperately in my own convulsively trembling grasp, he passed over to Rosa, while my heart shrank. For I was dying of suspense and yearned to have this cruel punishment over with, the worst of any I had had to bear in all my life.
“Hold still, Rosa, and keep that big backside of yours well up so I can get at it,” he remarked callously as he put his left hand on my right-handed companion's smooth amber-skinned bare shoulder. I couldn't help glancing round as I knelt there with my panties clinging to my knees and my bottom smarting dreadfully from the hard strapping he had given me. I watched him draw back the cane about a foot, then cut it straight across the broad firm curves of Rosa's very red and inflamed naked bottom, taking care that the tip of the cane itself did not strike the flesh. It did not seem to be a hard blow, but Rosa uttered a wailing cry, dashed her bottom about frantically, and began to cry like a child, her hand shifting restlessly in mine. A second blow drew a moaning sob, and Rosa sobbed tearfully, “Oh, Master, oh, Master, it bruises me so bad, oh, yes, yes, it's lots worse than the strap, Master, I'll be good, so good, if you'll let me off any more of that dreadful cane, Master!”
“You are going to get your full ten, like the rest, Rosa. Now hush up while I try the effects on Lucille's tender bottom,” were his terrible words. “Oh, Lord, oh, Lord,” I groaned frantically hearing this, and I gripped my companions' hands with all my strength and pressed my mouth hard against the back of the couch so it wouldn't make me cry out loud enough to be sentenced to any more whippings.
He took a dreadfully, cruelly long time about it, and when at last I felt his hand press against my bare trembling shoulder, I gasped almost with relief, and tensed my reddened, throbbing bottom expectantly, for the cries of Rosa and Selena had told me what to expect.
But, alas, not one half of it. I felt a sudden atrocious stinging across both the lower cheeks of my bare bottom, and my hips jerked violently beyond my control at the intense, searing pain. Then, after growing numb, the pain started to throb furiously as if it had penetrated deep into the flesh and attacked the very bones of my body, just as Selena and Rosa had described so vividly. I couldn't help crying out sobbingly, but kept my mouth pressed against the couch and so I managed to register not too noisy a complaint.
“And what do you think of this little cane, Lucille, my dear?” he asked, keeping his hand on my shoulder while I knelt, cringing, my back arching, my throbbing, fiery bottom yearning to lower to my heels against the suspended menace of that atrocious little cane.
“Oh, it-it's awful, just awful. It does hurt lots more than the str-strap or the h-hairbrush, M-Master,” I groaned tearfully. “Oh, please give me all ten strokes right now so I can endure them and not make you want to punish me anymore, Master.”
“You should know by now, my dear, that I punish a naughty girl just as I wish, and I hope you're not trying to dictate to me how I should correct you?”
“Oh, no, oh, no, no, not at all, Master,” I stammered, terrified with the danger in his level voice. “Please excuse me for saying that. I–I'll always submit to your orders, Master…”
“See that you do then, and confine your comments to tears and sobs, my girl,” he told me. And at once I felt a fiery slash of the cane against the base of both my hindquarters that seemed to tear into the very roots of my
