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Louise

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.