Chapter 3. The Punishment
"May, would you mind loaning me one of your slippers please? Louise, remove your
skirt and knickers please."
"Oh no. Please let me keep my knickers on. They won't make much difference will
they?"
"Louise, you were told it was to be a bare bum hiding and that is what you are
going to get. End of argument! Bare your bum or we will do it for you."
Reluctantly she removed the offending garment and laid herself across my lap.
May's size 6 slipper was an el-cheapo of Indonesian manufacture with fleecy
uppers and man-made 'rubber' soles now somewhat worn and roughened with use.
Ideal for the purpose for which it was now going to be used.
Ernie decided that as a policeman he ought not to witness the actual physical
violence I was going to inflict but said he would come back later to see how it
all went. He left the handcuffs which surprised me. He explained they were not
standard police issue but were left at a crime scene many years ago and never
claimed perhaps for obvious reasons.
I knew this was the make or break point. At the end of the next few minutes I
would either have established my authority or she would have won. Her blouse had
worked down partially covering her arse so I pulled it back and gripped her
firmly around the waist. Holding the slipper by the heel end I laid four hard
swats to her bottom, two to each cheek in rapid succession. For a second or two
there seemed no response but by the time two more had landed Louise was
screaming her head off and trying to push herself off my lap. Her hands flew
back to cover her rear.
"Louise," I said, "One of the things you must learn during your period with me
is CONTROL. Control over tongue, control over your temper, control over your
actions. Now control your body and lie still." She didn't seem to hear amidst
her crying and screaming and continued to flail about.
"Right then, I'm not going to gag you because you might choke but I am going to
restrain you. May, please pass me the cuffs."
Despite her struggles I fastened one cuff around her wrist, passed the other
around the front leg of the chair before clipping it to the other wrist. I then
trapped her legs between mine so she was now bent over my left leg and held with
the right.
Realising now that she could not move to any great extent, Louise's shouting
increased in volume until I made it clear the more she yelled the more she would
get walloped. The slipper now rose and fell in a steady rhythm until her arse
was bright red. I do not know how many strokes I gave her but her poor bum
certainly felt on fire when I ran my hand over it. Her writhing against my
crotch had given me an erection which I did my best to hide from May but I think
she just chose to ignore it.
"Pass me the riding crop please, May."
"You don't think she has had enough Eric?"
"The slippering was to punish her for all the times she has hit you, given you
black eyes and bruises. How many times has that been? I guess the slippering
fell far short of the pain you received from her. The crop is for the marks she
made on your face today and I think six strokes on the arse is still less than
the equivalent to two on the face."
Louise was blubbering like a baby and tried to protest she couldn't take any
more. "Sorry, Louise, you just don't have any choice."
The six welts that appeared across both bum cheeks were deep and angry and
brought forth horrendous screams. For a while she sobbed and shook and I let her
lay as she was across my knee. After a while I gently lowered her to the floor
and lifted the chair leg free of the cuffs but didn't detach them from the
wrists. She lay on the floor sobbing unable to touch her rear with cuffed
wrists.
"Louise, your punishment session is over. As far as I am concerned, the slate is
wiped clean of your past misdeeds against your mother. From now on any
punishment you get will be for wrong doings you commit from now on. Unless you
again do something heinous you should never ever receive thrashing this severe.
I am now going to place you over the arm of the sofa so we have access to your
bottom. It may be some days before the pain subsides and you can sit properly
but we are going to do what we can to ease it a little."
May obtained a towel soaked it in cold water and laid it over Louise's upturned
bum. It brought a little gasp of relief as the cold damp material tried to
quench the fire but the relief was short lived. For half an hour or so I
continued to apply cold towels followed by a cold cream salve. My fingers did
stray to areas not affected by the walloping but I didn't go too far whilst
under the May's watchful eye although I don't think it would have bothered her
too much. Her own face was still much too sore and hers eyes now partially
closed to worry about any indiscretions I might take with her daughter who in
any case at her age should have produced her at least one grandchild.
Meal time was now approaching. May's face was too sore to even think of eating
but I made her another pot of tea and found some biscuits she could dunk if she
felt like it. With help Louise stood and I carefully raised her skirt. I didn't
bother with the knickers, it would only hurt the abraded skin more and they
would be coming off again when she arrived at my house. The cuffs remained in
place although she pleaded for their removal.
Fetching the suitcase from the bedroom I said goodbye to May and after promising
to look in on her again later, guided Louise across the gardens to my home.
