A Month With Mr. Martin (A Sequel to The Headmaster's Schoolgirl Wife)

Alexis dawdled as long as she dared, putting clothes in drawers, trying to think of a way out of the painful, humiliating situation she knew was coming, admiring her firm, proud and currently unscathed buttocks in the full length antique mirror.  A spanking seemed nearly inevitable, but perhaps after that he’d let her go.  Surely he wouldn’t keep spanking her the whole month!  Surely he’d send her back home tonight or tomorrow!  But she’d seen how hungrily he looked at her young body and knew it was wishful thinking.

She tried not to look at the "maid uniform" which appeared less designed less to cover her private areas than to show them off.  The frilly outer garments were scandalous enough, but there was no bra, and the panties were just a white lace triangle and some straps.  Her skin crawled as she mentally pictured Charles Martin picking them out for her, holding them in his pudgy hands as he imagined her pulling up them against her intimate flesh.  She tried not to think about why he wanted in the skimpy uniform.   She tried not to think of the scorchings her ass was in for over the next month.  She tried not to think of what might follow discipline.   All in all, she failed badly.

She wondered about the room’s last few tenants.  One had been a brash teenage redhead named Aileen, from some draft letters she found in the trash, and an old brush with some long hairs.  She supposed Charles Martin had straightened the intemperate girl out but good.  The words she’d seen scrawled on the discarded missives to her parents had dripped with a servile eagerness to please that made Alexis shudder.  She could see tearstains on several of them.  Doubtless Charles had made the poor girl work through several drafts as he “advised” her, the brute. 

The waist-high dresser boasted one end worn shiny and smooth from years of girls like Aileen bent over it to receive instruction, and salty-looking stains at the other end she suspected were dried tears from the result.  She swallowed, wondering how soon her own would join them.  Besides the writing desk and the bed, there were no other furnishings in the sparse “maid’s quarters.”  It could hardly have been a sharper contrast to the sumptuous, comfortable master bedroom she shared with Jack.

Unbeknownst to Alexis, Aileen had been a skinny, defiant girl with medium-sized tits that popped off her chest, frizzy shoulder-length locks, a light smattering of freckles on face and ass, and full lips that boys were crazy to kiss.  Charles had indeed delivered the obstinate lass back to her family a changed young woman, free of charge, and still technically a virgin.  Her step-parents had wanted her brought into step, so she’d marry the boy they’d chosen for her without arguments or delay, thus securing their comfortable retirements.  He was a rich, sneering idle brat the slender redhead had loathed at first sight, who was now happily plowing a distraught Aileen several times a day, belittling and spanking her whenever he liked as well, all of which she took with as much good-natured aplomb as she could muster, and a frequently-swollen belly.   Her crass new husband’s humiliating treatment of her still paled before her month with Mr. Martin, and she had been promised a return visit if she didn’t walk down the aisle and also play the good wife after.  Though she was consoled by her plush surroundings, the lack of a need to work or clean, and the other trappings of comfortable wealth, her smirking husband made sure she earned it with an endless variety of uncomfortable daily rituals of abasement, starting from the first moments of morning when she awoke with his hardness inside her wherever he fancied, and was required to promptly do her best to please him.

Thus was social order upheld by august local institutions.  Perhaps Aileen’s own red-haired brats would one day be over his knee as well, learning to serve.

Standing in her own underwear, Alexis held up the uniform skeptically, realizing it would hardly even fit her.  Maybe she could order a larger size, and a less revealing style.  This would be a good time to establish some boundaries, such as her control over what she wore (or more worryingly, didn’t wear).  She had no intention of assuming whatever lewd, subservient role he’d assigned her.  She had saved his estate, after all! Surely she was due some gratitude, whatever liberties she’d taken, financial or… otherwise.  She tossed the uniform back onto the bed with a sniff, covering the ridiculous scrap of cloth claiming to be panties so she wouldn’t have to imagine Charles seeing her in it.

She finally donned a conservative, nearly formal navy blue dress that covered her from neck to toes, over stockings and (upon reflection) two pairs of very plain cotton panties.  She crept back down to the study, head bowed.  Perhaps a meek attitude would keep her bottom white, at least for the moment.  If not, at least she’d have some padding.  He’d be quite forbidden from lifting it, she decided, that was really too much to bear. 

But downstairs, Mr. Martin (as she now thought of him) was wroth, setting all her convictions in disarray.  "Twenty minutes!  And not even in uniform! We'll have no such sloth in this house!"  He took a small sip of amber fluid, clucking his tongue.

Alexis quailed.  "But sir, it was too small, and..."

"Silence, serving wench!  It is precisely sized for your form!  Your measurements from school were sent to the tailor." Of course Charles knew very well what it was she was objecting to.  He thought of the time at the party when she had caught him looking down her blouse and spilled a drink on his pants.  He smiled.  He wouldn’t need to peek once she had that uniform on!  Everything would be on display, bouncing and jiggling as she moved.

The thought made him impatient to see her charms revealed.  "Nonsense!  Think you’re too good for the uniform?  It’s nothing then!” He took a healthy sip from his glass.

It was apparent Alex was not sure what he meant, so he clarified. “Shtrip naked, and then I'll have you over my knee for this inshuh… insubordination."  He was just a bit drunk, she realized, but then he usually was when not at work… and he was retired.  No wonder he had develoed such absurd notions!  "Once you've been disciplined, we’ll see about getting you into that uniform."

Alex stood unmoving, blushing almost to her bones.  Strip! In front of Charles Martin!  She'd rather die!  Why she practically he owned the ancient drunk, silly accounting error or no! He was in no position to demand he remove her clothes!  Alexis opened her mouth to put a stop to this nonsense.

Slap! “Oh!” Alexis exclaimed instead of whatever she’d been about to say.  She was thankful for the extra panties but her left cheek still stung a bit.

“Now!” Slap! The right now stung as well.  Alexis could hardly form words.  Her hands fluttered weakly, but did not move to obey.

Charles Martin glared fiercely, putting his hands on his hips, staggering a bit.  "Then I’ll do it myshelf, young miss!  You've already earned a taste of the tawse for your dishobedience!  Any more re-re-recalcitransh and I'll double it!"

The tawse! Mouth still open to object but suddenly dry, Alexis whitened as she imagined the Scottish leather plucking at her inner thighs.   With a sick feeling she realized she’d soon be howling her distress, just as she had when he’d strapped her as Headmaster.  And she was sure it would hurt that much more on her smooth, sensitive inner thighs, which he was currently eyeing with unmistakable intent.  Oh, this was awful!

Choking in the face of his commanding baritone, Alexis could voice none of her perfectly reasonable objections to being treated in this manner.  She should have told him to stop, this instant, but the sight of the various spanking implements he’d laid out froze her blood.  Instead she found herself watching numbly as his fingers reached up to unbutton her fancy party dress, probably worth more than six months of the gardener’s wages, hoping he would be merciful. 

One button escaped its cage, then another.  A small noise escaped her throat.  "Look me in the eye, girl." 

Another button opened, then the last.  He pushed the shoulders back.

She finally managed to croak out some comprehensible speech.  "Please... please, Charles, please don't!"  She reverted to the adult familiar in her desperation.  Her hands flailed in front of her in supplication.

"A double dose of the tawse it is, then.  Would you care to sample the paddle as well?   And you will address me as sir or Mr. Martin, understand?"  Of course he was pleased, he’d known she’d object to being stripped to the nude, and her hesitation now gave him carte blanche to enjoy the rest of his plans for their initial meeting.

Nodding speechlessly, Alex was considerably less sanguine.  Another dose!  How many lashes would that be?  The uncertainty made it worse.  She was certain the original would have left her sobbing.  Now she’d get the same treatment twice over.  She shuddered, remembering her last strapping again.  Oh, this was going to hurt!

She’d better not make it worse, she decided.  She’d comply totally.  Not give him a single reason to punish her.  It would be rather like being in school again, she thought grimly. 

Sensing his eagerness to see her deeper in trouble, Alexis choked back a sob and shrugged the top over her shoulders, nodding meekly and looking at the floor. 

“Yes, sir.  I’ll be good, sir.”  The top of the dress fell to her breasts.  She looked at him questioningly and he nodded.  Charles was pleased with her easy acquiescence.  He’d half-expected to have to cane her before she’d strip for him.  She wasn’t so proud after all, he mused, not with leather and wood waiting to educate her.

Again he said, "Look me in the eye, girl."   Above trembling lips and red cheeks, her blue eyes met his.  Whimpering, she continued the descent of her dress, newly conscious of his gaze.  As her bra came into view, they both thought of when she had made him strip so she could "practice" her strapping, how she’d claimed she needed to practice “on the bare” so it was realistic, her comments about how ridiculous he looked...

The expensive silk drifted lower, revealing her multiple bottom layers.  Well, he hadn’t raised her skirt, she thought wryly, but this was hardly an improvement.  Finally the dress was on the floor, accompanied by several choice remarks that had her upper cheeks blooming even as she dreaded the pain coming to her lower.  She stood, small breasts bobbing slightly in the pushup bra.  He walked around her once, then said the words she’d been fearing.

“Now the rest.”

She drooped, forgetting her earlier resolve to obey in a flood of shame.  Expose herself to him!  With the two of them alone!  “Charles…don’t make me… please don’t…”

“That’s Mr. Martin, you little slut!  Now you’ve earned the paddle as well!  It only remains to be sheen whether you need the cane.”

The wave of terror that passed through her was almost physical.  She’d never been paddled!  She could only imagine how much it hurt – more than the tawse, apparently.  He indicated the instrument on his desk, and for a few moments, Alexis couldn’t take her eyes off the gleaming paddle.   It seemed to wink at her against the chandelier lights, taunting her about their upcoming meeting, telling her she’d earned it with her attitude. Unconsciously she began rubbing her buttocks in anticipation of the terrible stinging and burning to come.

“Now!”

Whining, she slipped the first pair of panties down.  That cost her nothing, she thought, and she drew the action out as long as she could.  Charles Martin didn’t mind; he was in no hurry at all.  Then her bra fell away, releasing her bare breasts which she immediately covered with an arm.  Next her stockings made their slow way down to the floor. 

She paused.  He raised an eyebrow.  A thousand objections rose to her lips and died.  And then the final pair of panties slipped down and she was totally nude in front of a deeply appreciative Charles Martin.  It was like some awful dream.  She covered what she could, but from his wide eyes she could tell she wasn’t entirely successful.

“Stack them neatly.”  Alexis did so, as best she could with one arm occupied, laying all the articles in a pile on the table.

He wanted to order her to move her hands away but she was already so nervous, he wasn’t sure whether she would obey, or just run.  It was important not to push too hard right now, he decided.  Perhaps her present level of humiliation was sufficient for the moment; she was, after all, no longer wearing a stitch of clothing.  So instead he patted his knee and smiled, rather enjoying her desperate efforts to retain some modesty.

“Over you go.  I’ve been looking forward to this for some time.”

Alexis huffed.  She could just bet he had! The pervert! She’d just have to take what she had coming with dignity and equanimity, naked or not.  She set her face firmly in repose and carefully took position, keeping her thighs tightly closed, and an arm draped across her small, round young breasts.

“But first, we must sanitize the area.”  He withdrew a wet wipe from a packet on the desk and scoured her buttocks clean… then dove between, drawing a yelp of outrage from the heiress as the damp fabric touched her most private areas, delving and probing for any trace of filth.

He held up the towelette in his hand, looked over the tool critically and sighed.  “Dirty, dirty girl.   That’s going to mean extra hand spanking.  We value cleanliness in this house!”  Alexis’ face burned as she realized what he was implying.  Then she boiled with silent resentment.  The nerve of him! To criticize her most personal hygiene!  She even used the little Japanese shower between her cheeks!  She quite doubted he’d found anything at all.  But fear of the stick stilled her tongue.

Charles could feel her vibrating in outrage over his lap and began to harden in response.  Of course, he was going to smack this little bitch’s ass until she cried regardless of her private hygiene, which he knew very well was beyond reproach.  But now she was humiliated and furious, that was the important thing.  He’d half-hoped she would object, but apparently she remembered the cane too well.  He set the used (but perfectly clean) wipe down on the table in front of her where she could see it (and stew in the unfairness of it all) while being spanked, noting how her eyes tracked it as her lips curled down.

He cupped and rubbed Alexis’ smooth, round cheeks lovingly as her blush deepened.  “Ahh yes, Miss Alex, it’s coming back to me now,” he lied.  In actual fact, he’d reviewed her charms quite thoroughly numerous times in his office, and knew every dimple and wrinkle by heart.  Alexis seethed as his groping fingers seized and and relaxed, grasped and released, then started as a nail flicked her anus.  “Still looks nice and tight.”  Horrified, Alexis did not dignify this with a response.

Finally he raised a hand above shoulder level.  Alexis braced herself.  This was it…

Smack! Smack! Smack!  The sound of his hand on her naked ass was the sweetest music he’d heard in months.  Smack! Smack! Smack!  He wished it could go on forever.   He stopped to squeeze the pinkening cheeks, and smiled as she gave a little noise of disgust at being fondled.  He was glad Alexis hadn’t immediately turned on the waterworks, as some girls did; he wanted a bit of a challenge in their first meeting on his home turf.

Charles beamed, swinging with abandon.  Smack! Smack! Smack! Her lovely buttocks were all his to slap, for as long as he liked.  He took his time, alternating different numbers of spanks on each cheek, letting the pain build up till she moaned and writhed, then switching to the other.  The spanks started with light, almost tingling slaps and only gradually became uncomfortably fast and hard.  As this occurred, her fingers would clench, her features twisting, and she’d whimper a bit. 

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Her cheeks got redder and redder as the humiliating hand spanking went on and on, and she began to wonder just how long he was planning to drag this out.

Charles sensed her impatience.  Smack! “What’s the matter, dear?  Have an appointment to get to?”  Smack! Smack!

She wouldn’t dignify that with a response.  Charles didn’t mind, he’d have her singing soon enough!  In point of fact, she did have an appointment with the hairdresser, but now it hardly seemed likely she’d make it, he thought mournfully.

Smack! Smack! The impacts rang out in the small study.  Wiggling her butt angrily, Alexis fervently hoped no other staff were on duty to hear.  The notion was mortifying.  And just imagine if they saw! She supposed her cheeks must be quite red by now.  Perhaps he’d let her go after this?  Then she remembered she was due a tawsing as well as a paddling, and felt a chill despite her warm bottom.  Perhaps it was better if the hand spanking went on.  Though even that was now causing her to moan and writhe.

The slapping of her posterior went on and on, each new assault more painful than the last, Charles Martin’s tipsy commentary on her reactions cutting deeper and deeper.  Alexis had promised herself she wouldn’t cry (certainly not from a mere hand spanking!), but after fifteen minutes of smacking and teasing, she was forced to admit she was getting close to her limit.  The stinging and burning were bad enough, but knowing she was totally exposed also sapped her ability to resist the collapse into full-on crying.  And Charles’ evident delight was just too much to bear.  Nevertheless, she sniffled and tossed her head defiantly, arm still covering her chest.   Tears glistened at the corners of her eyes as another fusillade of slaps reached their climax.

Sensing his imminent victory, Charles Martin smiled grimly and redoubled his efforts.  Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!  Alexis strained and gasped, just barely holding back the flood of tears.  “Oh! Oh my!”  Despair began to gain the upper hand.  He obviously wanted to her to cry, and probably wouldn’t stop until she did. What was the point of resisting anyway?  He’d only spank her harder. 

And he did.  Smack! Smack! Smack! Alexis keened and stiffened over his knee as his manual discipline began to take a toll on her psyche.  Smack! Smack! Smack!  “Oh sir!”  Her voice cracked. Smack! Smack! Smack!  A tear threatened to spill down her aristocratic cheek.  Smack! Smack! Smack!  She began to writhe on his lap.

“Oh!  Oh!”

Rolling her hips slightly from the pain she encountered a hard object and immediately flinched away in horror, knowing what it must be. “Oww!  It hurts!” she complained, partly to mask any recognition of the unmentionable organ she was really flinching away from.  It was degrading enough just being over his knee, naked, without brushing up against the hard knowledge he was getting off on it as well.  And actually rubbing against his thing! Never!  Surreptitiously she pushed out her elbows, trying to slide herself over towards his knees, away from… it.

Of course Charles Martin was not fooled at all, nor inclined to indulge her. 

“Hands on the floor, missy!”

“And since you can’t hold still, I’ll have to hold you…here…” She cried out in alarm as he took firm hold of her naked left breast and pulled her back towards him until his manhood was wedged disgustingly (or deliciously, for him) against her naked body, then before she could properly register her outrage at this indecent liberty, resumed her chastisement with renewed vigor.  Smack! Smack! Smack! 

“Oh!” Alexis could scarcely believe Charles was groping her.  A spanking was one thing, but this was clearly quite sexual in nature.  Though she supposed he would just say he had to hold her somewhere.  And then cane her for complaining.  The knowledge this was likely going to be the least painful of her three promised chastisements (so far!) kept her tongue quiet on the matter of his salacious hand placement.  Inwardly she seethed, though he soon distracted her below.

Now rather than gaining her momentary respites, her efforts to mitigate her pain only increased his stimulation, both visual and tactile.  Her legs began to splay apart carelessly and he relished his first flashing views of her bearded quim nearly as much as the feel of the firm young boob he was squashing in his non-spanking hand.  Smack! Smack! Smack!  A toss of her head  caught him looking and she moaned in chagrin, knowing she hadn’t shaved down there recently.  She generally only did so on the rare occasions she generously allowed Jack to touch her sacred charms, with the implicit understanding that Jack, being a proper gentleman, would make his young wife orgasm with his mouth as the first course of business… and usually the only, unless she was feeling generous.

She certainly hadn’t expected to show it to Charles, who squeezed her boob harder, making her squeak in protest.  She wanted to push his hand away but knew it would just make her spanking worse.  The fact he’d seen it before was little comfort.  And he still wasn’t letting up! Smack! Smack! Smack!  Panic begin to set in and a sob escaped her.

Not letting go of her left breast, he laid the spanks on fast and hard, and she rewarded him with short gasps and sweet wiggles until he was wriggling himself.  His lustful grunts drove Alexis to new depths of outrage and sorrow, but she just couldn’t hold still. Smack! Smack! Smack! He was tempted to ejaculate into his underclothes and have her lick them clean, but again supposed he should save such a degrading luxury for when she was better trained, or at least better acquainted.  Perhaps next week…

Smack! Smack! Smack! Charles shifted his grip to her other breast, find it just as soft and deliciously yielding as its twin, just filling his hand. Trapped writhing against his hard cock with her ass burning, knowing she was turning him on but not being able to stop her reactions, Alexis was finally overwhelmed by the enormity of the situation.  The heiress burst into tears.  “Wahhh!  Oh sir! Waaaaah!”   Smack! Smack! Smack!

Charles felt immense satisfaction course through him as the dam broke and she began to cry harder and harder, all dignity stripped away for the second time in their experience.  For her part, Alexis mostly felt his hand slapping her red bottom.  “Awwww! Waaaaah!”  Smack! Smack! Smack!  “Oh Char-les!”  Her breath began to hitch.

Smack! Smack! Smack!  “That’s Mr. Martin,” he informed her smugly as the spanking continued unabated.  His targets were nicely reddened now and he enjoyed seeing each white handprint before the impact faded.  Justice was being done, to her.  Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! 

“Oooh! Waaah!  Yes Mr. Martin! Wahh! Oh sir!” Alexis now felt a squeeze of her chest with every impact.  He alternated breasts and buttocks, squeezing her left while spanking her right, then reversing, pinching her nipples between his fingers.  Alexis winced with each overt violation, wishing she dared voice her objections.  He might need to hold her, but surely fondling her was unnecessary!  Was this what he meant by “more personal?”  Waves of indignation coursed through her, and came flooding out of her eyes.

“Wahhaa!  Waah! Waaaaaah!”

He would have liked to go on for hours more but soon enough her delicious writhing and luscious melons had his own climax looming too near.  Regretfully, he stood up abruptly, dumping the nude nubile plutocrat gently on the floor, where she lay heaving and huffing indignantly, trying to cover herself with one hand and rubbing her butt with the other.  

Alexis was in a state as she laying weeping and rubbing.  Spanked like a common trollop!  And stark naked to boot! It was so shameful.  And worse, she’d cried like a little girl!  From only his hand!  At least no one had seen.

Unfortunately matters did not improve for Alexis as his sexual frustration promptly found a new outlet.  Gruff from his denied release, Charles told her off.  “Right, that’s enough warming up! I believe I promised you a tawsing.  A double, if I recall.” Breathing heavily, he eyed her red behind.

The brute!  Couldn’t she even recover from her spanking first? Her tearful eyes looked up at him pleadingly.  She knew this was going to hurt a lot.  Searching for mercy, she found only hunger.  As much as her butt burned, his lustful gaze disturbed her more, and she adjusted both hands to obstruct his view again.

“Why don’t you fetch one from the tawse cabinet? Pick any you like.”  His amused tone sent icicles down her spine and the sniffling immediately moved to obey, hands still strategically placed.   She was sure he’d love to find any hint of defiance to punish, and tried to be the picture of meek (and chaste) obedience.

The fact he had an entire cabinet devoted to the instrument didn’t bode well for her immediate future.  She shivered as she opened the ivory-inlaid cherrywood door and tried to decide which of the small leather straps would hurt least.  He allowed the naked young woman to procrastinate, knowing she would suffer in apprehension, whilst he admired the wiggling view.  “And no more rubbing those naughty cheeks!” he added, as her hands strayed too near her source of current and future anguish.

Alexis dithered over her selection, as Charles smirked, her crestfallen features a treat.  The haughty little bitch knew she was going to sing for him! There were at least a dozen to choose from, some with carved wooden handles, of various lengths and colors. 

All would color her bottom the same in the end, Alexis thought grimly, fingers trailing over the pegs. 

Finally, she selected a snappy brown item all of leather, medium length, with a few small tails on the end.  She’d used it on him a few times, lengthy sessions with some wry commentary as to the wisdom of the Scots in employing such a device to correct their young.  Perhaps he’d go a little easier if he approved of the contrition of her selection.

He met her eyes and smiled at her choice.  Yes, he was pleased to be returning the favor… with interest, she expected.  She shivered.

“Stand here.   Grasp your ankles.  Legs apart.” She quailed at the view she must be offering, but reluctantly did as she was told, trying quixotically to spread her ankles but keep her thighs together.

“Wider.”  She moved her ankles past shoulder-width.  Now he was getting quite a view indeed.  Sitting on the desk and turning sideways, he took a long look at her female secrets, then met her eyes between her legs.  His lip curled, making Alexis felt lightheaded and wonder if one could pass out from embarrassment, as he looked back and forth again and again.

He took up position behind her again, and cleared his throat.  Alexis whimpered as he drew back.  The next few minutes would be awful, but there was no avoiding it.  She winced in anticipation as his arm fell.

CRACK! “Owwwwwwwwwww!”  A line of unbearable agony burned its fiery way across her cheeks.  Charles smiled at her first of many howls as Alexis jumped to her feet, no longer the least mindful of how her naked tits bounced or her pussy lips bulged.

After a few moments enjoying the show, Charles gave her the bad news.  “That one won’t count I’m afraid.  You must keep hold of your ankles until I am finished punishing you.”

Crying, Alexis complied, reluctantly retaking her position, looking fearfully at the tawse.

CRACK!  “Ohhhh!” He was laying blows across the center of her buttocks, the tawse being just long enough to tutor them both at once.  This time she wobbled but managed to hold on.

Charles was encouraged.  “That’s it, girl.  Take what you have coming!”  Two broad red stripes on the crown lay again the pink of her taut bottom.  He would give them plenty of company, working upward and downward, he decided, then give her sweet young thighs a taste.

CRACK!  “Ah, please sir!” He gave her ten seconds between strokes, to absorb each lesson properly.

CRACK!  “Oh! Oh sir!” She wiggled and throbbed and fervently hoped it would be over soon.

CRACK! “Owwww! Not so hard!”  Surely she hadn’t spanked him this hard?  She drew a shaky breath and wiggled her lovely naked butt with its several stripes of deeper red.

CRACK!  Her pleas did not seem to be having the desired effect, or indeed any.  She gripped her ankles tightly, knuckles white, sweating and trying to hold her bottom still.

CRACK!  Was it nearly over yet? How many had that been?  With dawning horror she recalled he’d never named a number of strokes.

CRACK! Tears began to roll down her cheek in earnest as she realized this beating would continue until he was satisfied.  Just as her last one had, so many months ago with the strap.

CRACK! “OWWW! Oh please sir, no more, I’ve learned my lesson!”

“Tut-tut! We’ve hardly begun!”  Alexis felt faint at this revelation, but soon found a distraction in the arrival of another stroke.

CRACK!  “Owowowwwww! Oh sir!”  Through her tears she spied the wipe from earlier, and was immediately nostalgic for the time when a cold wet bit of paper cloth between her cheeks was the worst thing she’d experienced so far.  CRACK!  Already the memory of her indignation seemed nearly quaint as the heiress endured the scorching correction.  CRACK!

“OHHHH! Please, I’m sorry!” Charles’ response was another CRACK!

Charles instructed her.  “Up on your toes, then.  Stick it out, make it look like you want it!”   CRACK!

The miserable Alexis most certainly did not want it, but she complied with a sob.  Charles grinned at the sight and delivered her reward.  CRACK! “Wahahahahaa!”  Was anything sweeter than the sounds a chastised schoolgirl made?  He doubted it.

Leather met flesh for several more minutes, her increasingly desperate cries falling on deaf ears.  He remonstrated her again and again to keep her pert young buttocks poised for maximum vulnerability.  Knees quaking, she did her best to obey.

CRACK! “Owwwwww!  Oh please sir, not so hard!”

The older man harrumphed.  "Your aunt is quite a strict woman!  I should know.  I'm sure she's given you far more severe spankings than this."  He sniffed drily, “I’ve certainly gotten some, in my day.”

CRACK! The tawse descended again.  Alexis shrieked and her sobbing became uncontrollable.  She wasn’t sure if she’d whipped Charles more than she was getting in her current predicament – frankly, she’d been having too much fun to notice how many he’d gotten or for how long.   CRACK!   She did remember she’d gradually increased the intensity leading into a finale that left no doubt he had been thoroughly put in his place… the same place she was now headed.  CRACK! She gulped, chest heaving.  CRACK!

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!  Please sir!  I’ll be good!  Waahaa! I’l be so good! Wahaahaa!”

CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  Alexis wailed wordlessly as her bottom was painted deep red for the first time since her “schoolgirl” day so many months prior.  Her head fell between her knees as she struggled to keep her hands in position rather than protecting her burning behind.  She remembered with unease how last time she had failed to do so, he had dispensed with the count and simply punished her until he felt she’d learned her lesson. 

CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  “Chin up, girl.  I need to see your facial expression to be sure you’re getting the proper effect as I work in the strap oil.”  The heiress raised her wet face, lines of torment written across her forehead and cheeks.  Charles Martin was immeasurably pleased; she was certainly being taken in hand now.  Mascara tears streaked her forehead and had fallen into her hair in her upside-down position.  He thought it looked quite comical, and told her so, which only deepened her distress.   Punished and demeaned!  It was too much to bear!

CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK! “There’s a few on the crease between your buttocks and thighs, so you can be reminded of your insolence with every step while you serve dinner later.” 

“Thank you sir!” Alexis sobbed.  “I’ll remember, really I will!”  CRACK!  CRACK! CRACK!

“Indeed you shall.  Let’s just wrap up, shall we?”  He put an arm around her waist, knowing she’d have difficulty holding on, and with a grin took firm hold of her naked tit again.  She groaned as his fingers found her nipples, then gasped indignantly when they squeezed.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! WAHAAHAAAAAAAAAA!”

Alexis had never imagined a tawsing could hurt so.  Forgetting his liberties with her nipple entirely, the heiress howled and wailed, sobbing and begging as he scalded her cute rear again and again without pause.  She let go of her ankles and just tried to escape the terrible pain any way she could, limbs flailing.  But there was no escape, as Charles had firm hold of her bosom.  At least it must be nearly over, she told herself, wriggling impotently as his fingers dug into her breast, ostensibly to prevent her escape.  This last scorching series had her waving her butt around like a red flag, before he released her and set down the fearsome length of parted leather.  Alexis sagged to the floor in relief, trembling, still squalling and rubbing desperately at her scorched bottom, hardly concerned with modesty now.

“Wahh! Oh sir! Waaaah! Oh it hurt so much! Wahhh!  Waahaahaa!”

He stood, proudly considering his handiwork.  Her bottom was criss-crossed with overlapping welts.  She’d been brought into line quite nicely, he thought, her tits bouncing unselfconsciously as she sobbed and rubbed.  The sight was mesmerizing.  It was so much better when females exposed themselves without seductive intent, or indeed any awareness of the male gaze, he reflected.  So much more natural, as lips peeked and nipples poked, without coy pretense or haughty disdain.  The cameras hidden in bedroom and bathroom furnished him ample such material, but if the girl had just been distracted by a well-earned warming instead, so much the better!  He checked to make sure the study’s multiple recording devices and mirrors were catching every detail.  He’d enjoy this day for years to come.

“Hands away now!  On your head!”  He gestured and her shaking limbs complied.  Denied even this minor balm, Alexis’ distress was palpable, slender hips still dancing as the tears dripped.  At least it was over, she told herself, wiggling her throbbing hindquarters.  It had been nearly as bad as the stick, but it was behind her now.  So to speak, she thought grimly.

Squatting on his haunches, Charles Martin triumphantly ran his hands over the shuddering scarlet flesh, enjoying her winces and gasps as he pinched and scraped his nails along her extremely sensitized buttocks for several minutes.  Gradually her heaving sobs subsided, her breathing came under control, and her knees came together as she remembered her modesty.  Revulsion and shame filled her as she realized the show she’d just put on for Charles Martin.

“Up on your knees, girl.  Has this tawsing taught you a lesson?”

Scrambling to comply, Alexis responded emphatically.  “Yes sir!  Oh, I’ll be so good sir!”  No one could have doubted her sincerity.  Anything to avoid more spanking!  She clamped her thighs together against his piercing looks.

He lifted her fine chin, enjoying her wet, flushed cheeks, forcing her blue eyes to meet his gaze.  “You’ll obey without question?  Without hesitation?”

“Yes sir!”  Her head bobbed vigorously, dark hair flying nearly as wildly as it had a short while ago under the lash.

He sat on an armless chair in the center of the room.  “Very good.  And now, over my knee for your second helping...”

Alexis was aghast.  Charles smirked and gently patted his knees.  As he’d suspected, in the excitement she’d totally forgotten. 

Her head swam.  “Sir, please…”  Her voice sounded faint and hopeless in her ears.

It was even more awful already knowing from very recent experience how bad it would be, and that on top of what she’d already gotten it would hurt even more!  But there was nothing to be done.  Charles tapped his knees again, pointedly, doubtless itching for an excuse to make her fetch the stick.  Defeated, already sobbing anew, Alexis took her place. 

*******

Kneeling on a thoughtfully provided pillow, nose pressed to the very corner of the room and hands laced behind her head, Alexis was in a nearly perfect state of misery.  She cursed the Scots and wriggled her naked butt, wishing she could rub away the terrible sting.  After a long lecture as her sobs came under control, he’d gotten her situated firmly in place (“nose in the corner, butt stuck out”) then given her a last few delicious hand slaps on her swollen, throbbing buttocks before warning her to keep her hands away from the dozens of overlapping welts.  In her fragile state these sharp blows had reignited her sobs, releasing new torrents of tears and self-pity.  It was so unfair!

But before that, of course, Charles had pinned her legs between his, held her arms behind her back, and given her the second half of her tawsing, even more painful than the first.  Her shrieks left them both glad the estate was short-staffed enough that as best they could tell, no one else heard the fuss she made.  This time she’d hardly noticed his manhood poking into her side next to the fire he lit in her bottom.  Her writhing had become so enthusiastic that unbeknownst to her, he’d started spacing out the blows to avoid climaxing himself.  Alexis, of course, had just been grateful for the breaks as she sobbed and begged him to stop.  Eventually she figured it out from his panting and consequently began to wriggle her nudity against him like a common whore, to her considerable self-disgust, in hopes of winning herself another brief respite from the terrible tawse.

For Charles Martin, it had been quite a delicious ride indeed!  The pleasure of her supple, sobbing body rubbing against him was exceeded only by his enjoyment of her reaction to the next crack of leather against scarlet buttock.  He’d quite lost track of time and couldn’t have said whether it was longer or shorter than the first shellacking.  When he’d finally let her up, full of rueful promises, it was only to avoid spoiling his plans for bringing the matter to a fitting conclusion over dinner.

Alexis shifted on the pillow, sniffling as she relived the experience over and over in her head, wondering what further horrors the day held.  Surely he’d leave off now now that she’d been stripped naked, hand spanked to tears, and twice tawsed to the edges of sanity.

But she knew that was only wishful thinking.