Pain and Pleasure

Chapter 4: Pain and Pleasure

The knock at the door came, Caroline kissed her sisters good night and joined her father in his study.

“How many times must I tell you not to go up to the riverbank? You may listen to the brook babble but make sure you stay back. Do you have any explanation?”

This was a kangaroo court with her fate decided, a fate she was more than willing to suffer.

“I wanted to wash, father.”

“You bathed only 3 days ago. You smell perfectly fine. There is adequate opportunity to clean yourself in the house.”

These were the days before indoor plumbing and personal hygiene for the doctor’s daughters involved sitting in a small tub of rain or river water once a week, twice if they were lucky, in the kitchen while the maid kept them supplied with hot water. On weekdays Fanny brought a warm pail to each of the family’s rooms so they could clean themselves in the morning but it was no more than a superficial wash. Fanny made use of her visits to the brook which was quite secluded by letting the water gush into her crack.

After hearing more protestations Sir Nathaniel would listen no more and sentenced his daughter to the usual punishment. The separated doctor was determined to keep his growing daughters in check but unfortunately had only experience of the discipline handed out by his own father on him. He asked his daughter to lean over his desk and, because he knew no better, he started the punishment by raising his daughter’s gown over her back leaving only her short linen shift to defend her rear.

While for him it was simply an application of discipline, for Caroline it was very different. The daughter felt her posterior itch in anticipation. She knew she deserved what was coming to her.

Nathaniel drew back his hand and delivered the first blow. She gritted her teeth not wanting to cry out too soon. Yes she felt the pain on her cheeks but it was accompanied by a tingle somewhere inside her that she wanted to be repeated. It was and again. At the third stroke she gave a whimper-cum-sigh which knew would cause her father to think about stopping as he was not a cruel man. At the fourth it was a full moan. He paused, thinking about whether to give a final slap. Caroline decided he needed a prompt.

“Father, is this for the room as well?” she breathed. “I do not want to be punished again later.”

“Well no, but since you have reminded me.”

His hand came down with renewed vigour. This was the best one yet. She jerked forward involuntarily, her thighs pressing hard into the table, her upper lip folded over her teeth. Again, and she could not suppress an “Ow!”. The seventh spank began to hurt her more than the stimulation excited her so she let out a louder scream.

“I think you have had enough” said her discipliner. She rubbed her bottom in front of him not to be provocative but just to mollify the pain. As she left the room she mused whether feeling a palm on bare buttock would arouse even stronger feelings in her or better still if that hand belonged to a man who was not her parent.