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The tutor smiled, but it was a smile without warmth.
“I’m glad to see that you are regretting your foolish actions in running away. However, I think that the lesson needs reinforcing. Also, I fear that your first experience of the cane will be somewhat difficult to bear, and that Simon and David may be required to restrain you. Therefore, on this occasion, I’m afraid that we will conduct the session with witnesses.”
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Victoria recoiled as a sudden explosion of pain followed the low whistle of the cane, as though someone had touched her with a bar of hot metal. She felt the grip of the two footmen tighten around her wrists, and almost before she had gathered her breath, she heard the singing of the cane, and then another mind-numbing blow, slightly lower and to the left of the first. There was a short pause, as the tutor moved behind her, and then the next stroke landed to the right, matching the previous one.
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The Tutor had apparently settled into a rhythm; each stroke of the case was followed by a pause, filled by Victoria’s shriek of pain, as he adjusted his position, and then came the next stroke, laid precisely on a different spot, alternating between the left and right, until Victoria could no longer distinguish between blows, the whole of her behind a riot of agony.
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Victoria lay limply over the reading desk, each new impact of the cane causing her to jerk forwards, then slip back. She knew that she would have slid helpless to the floor if it wasn’t for the firm grip of the two footmen.
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Dimly through the burning torment, Victoria could hear someone sobbing and pleading for the caning to stop. She realised with a shock it was herself.
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The next blow landed right across the centre of her bottom, achieving inexplicably an even greater level of pain. The cane whistled once more, the blow landed on top of the previous one causing her to scream even louder; then suddenly it was over, and she was just lying there over the desk. At first, she was disorientated, her body still flinching in anticipation of blows that did not come. Slowly as she recovered, she began to take in her surroundings. Her bottom still burned as though on fire, particularly where the final to strokes had landed. Her body was soaked in perspiration, and with a shock, she realised that the cotton of her chemise had moulded itself to the shape of her body, almost like a second skin. Looking up she could see the two footmen, still holding her wrists, their faces flushed and she quickly looked away as she realised that their breeches were now more obviously filled than before. To her left the Tutor was returning the cane to its case. He appeared hardly ruffled by his efforts, his shirt unmarked by any sign of exertion. The only sound in the library came from the Tutor clicking shut his case.
“Margaret” Victoria jumped slightly; she had forgotten the presence of her maid. “Be so kind as to raise Victoria’s drawers and lower her chemise. David, Simon – you may leave us now. “
Victoria felt cool silk being drawn up over her exposed flesh, whilst at the same time her wrists were released, and the footmen left the room, she sensed with some **** and disappointment. As Margaret pulled down the long chemise, Mr Bartlett came over to stand before Victoria, still slumped over the reading desk.
“ Victoria, I am pleased with you; you have taken your punishment bravely and showed endurance beyond my expectations. It is rare for a young inexperienced woman to be able to bear that number of strokes of the cane. I now consider our unfortunate introduction over, and the slate is, as it were, wiped clean. I will now leave Margaret to escort you back to your room. I would recommend that you stay there and rest quietly until dinner tonight.”
With that, he turned smartly on his heels and left the library. Victoria felt Margaret’s arm raising her. Looking at her maid she briefly glimpsed an expression that shocked her, one of excitement, even triumph, but which disappeared almost instantly when Margaret felt her eyes on her.
“Come on now Miss.” Victoria, weak from her ordeal, allowed Margaret to lead her from the library and up the stairs to her room. Thankfully, they saw none of the other servants on the way and Victoria allowed Margaret to lower her to her bed where she lay, face down, still in her underwear.