Six

Me gets to her feet.

“Do you believe in corporal punishment?” she asks you. “You should do, it exists.” She looks behind her chair and pulls out a wooden cane, and then walks towards you, swishing it through the air. “Clara and I are keeping the practice alive, to punish naughty boys like You.”

She walks behind you, and you turn your head back toward her.

“Time for six of the best, though I’m sure you deserve more.”

She pulls the cane back, then swings it at your naked buttocks. You hear it hitting you, just as you yell out in pain.

“Believe me, this hurts you far more than it hurts me,” she assures you, before dealing you a second blow, straight to the same stinging spot as she hit last time. You feel the burning pain, but clench your teeth, staying silent, determined not to let her see your pain, rob her of any satisfaction that this sick twisted game of hers might bring.

That turns out to be a mistake, as the third strike of the cane is far harder. Who knew she’d been holding back? There’s no silence from you this time as your whole body shakes. You look back and see the enjoyment on her face, as she gets ready for her final three blows.

You find yourself flinching, but Me’s anything but predictable. She waits, letting the tension mount, waiting for any flinching to cease, to be replaced by cold sweat on your brow as you brace yourself for the inevitable. The three hits come in a rapid row, your screams along with the sound of the cane all merging into one.

Me walks towards you and her hand strokes your reddened bottom. “I see I've left my mark,” she says, her touching of the tender area making you wince once more.

She then looks up at you, sees the tears she’s brought to your eyes.

“Next time I cane your front,” she says. There’s a smile on her face as she lifts the cane to her lips and licks it.