“I am not pleased with you,” she said. “I thought I told you that your emissions were to be controlled. I did not give you permission to come.”
“I am very sorry, madam,” he said.
“You will be punished,” she said. From her bag she took the cane which Mr Friedkin had demonstrated to her. “Bend over the arm of the sofa,” she said. “And don’t move.”
It was just the right height; his bottom was about level with her waist. She tapped the cane against it. There was still a little pinkness from the over-the-knee spanking. But that was nothing; this would hurt far more. She raised her arm up above her shoulder and brought it down hard, but not so much so that she spoiled her aim. The cane landed right across the centre of his buttocks with a sharp crack. He cried out. She paused for a moment, th
