Alice bites her bottom lip, not wanting to call out.

Alice bites her bottom lip, not wanting to call out and alert the neighbourhood of the punishment you are bestowing upon her. When the next strike comes, only slightly above where the first had been, she know it will be impossible to stay silent.

‘Whap.’ ‘Whap.’ ‘Whap.’ ‘Whap.’ Alice's hands grips the carpet. Your accuracy causes her to shudder and stick her butt out, inviting further swats. The tears has already started rolling down her face, and she is breathing heavily. You let Alice catch her breath, and then you whip the thin wooden rod through the air and smack it into her bottom. You can see the faint line begin to form.

You whip her again. You see her bottoms turn from white to an angry red, punctuated by the thin lines of the rod. This only serves to make you more furious, more frequent with your strokes. Alice cries and shakes, but holds her place on carpet. The pain striking across her buttocks is intense.

You continue, sprinkling her bottom with a liberal amount of hits from the vicious implement. When you have finished, Alice is breathless and sobbing, her bottom is a bright red, with welts criss-crossed all over it. “Stand,” you order. Alice stands. She wonders if you have noticed the growing wetness in her vagina.

She can't help it. There is nothing erotic or enjoyable about your whipping. “Now have you learnt your lesson girl?” you ask her. “Yes,” sobs out Alice, “I have Sir.” “Good,” you say, and then your next words take her by complete surprise: “Now tell me about this wetness in your pussy.” “What? What Sir?” asks a confused Alice.