A Determined Woman

“ROLAND, TAKE YOUR TROUSERS DOWN!”

White-faced, you obeyed.

“Bend over the back of the sofa!”

You shuffled forwards miserably and did so. The seat of your underpants was tight across your bottom.

Did you wonder why I didn’t take them down? It was because of Robina. This would be her first experience of the cane, and for purely humanitarian reasons I had decided to administer it to her schoolgirl-style, that is, with her knickers retained. Therefore I had to extend to you the same privilege.

I gave you six. The cane swished and cracked across your seat but in contrast to Thelma—and Elsa—you made hardly a sound. Artemis was smiling grimly and Bobbie was wideeyed with fear.

After your caning I made you stand to one side with your hands on your head and your trousers around your heels. This made you uneasy, since I normally sent you either to your room or to the corner after a beating. Then, swishing the cane, I ordered Robina across the sofa.