Victoria undresses

Victoria looked into the cold blue eyes and shivered. She knew that the tutor would carry out his threat regardless of her cooperation or lack of it. It would be far worse for her if Margaret were to witness her humiliation. With trembling hands, she began to unfasten her skirt, and take it off. Once removed, she laid it onto the bed, and then faced the tutor.
“And your petticoat “
Reluctantly she undid the petticoat and removed it, blushing slightly pink as she did so.
“That’s better. Now please bend over this chair. “
Victoria bent over the chair, relieved that he had allowed her to retain her chemise and silk drawers. She heard a click behind her, and looking round, saw that the tutor had opened a bag, which he had brought with him. From it he produced a long thin cane; Victoria shivered as he flexed it, and then jumped as he whipped it through the air.
“I would normally apply six strokes for each infringement of the rules, which would in your case be a total of twenty four strokes; however I think that with your inexperience that would be too much. Therefore, I will apply twelve strokes only now. Are you ready?”
Victoria nodded.
“You should reply “Yes Sir” but you will learn”
With that he strode over to Victoria. With a practised movement, and much to Victoria’s horror, he lifted up her chemise and tucked it up, and then unbuttoned her drawers and pulled them down. Victoria blushed scarlet; then jumped as he laid the cane against her buttocks.
Victoria braced herself as she heard the low whistle of the cane, but even so, she could not believe the pain as the cane impacted on her bare flesh.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAOWWWWWWWWWHHHHHH” she screamed, but almost before she had gathered her breath, she heard the swishing sound, and a second stroke burned across her bare bottom, this time aimed slightly higher. The next was a little lower, the fourth more to the left and the fifth more to the right. The sixth was aimed right across the middle, causing her to roll forward, almost collapsing, her breath coming in a mixture of sobs and gasps.
He paused. “You are doing well for your first time; only six more and then it will be over. “
He gave her only just enough time to regain control of her tears and her breathing before beginning again. The first stroke was laid across a previous one, and Victoria thought that she would pass out, but somehow her body refused to cooperate; she lost track of the whistling strokes followed first by the line of pain exploding across her exposed flesh, and then a deep searing burning sensation. Each stroke was accompanied by her tutor praising her, encouraging her, until at last, there was no more, and the room was silent except for her sobbing.