Chapter Ten
The next day, Henry came in from the kitchen, naked as usual.
“What’s that?” I demanded.
He looked down; his c**k was fully erect, sticking right out. “I’m sorry,” he stammered.
I stood up, took his c**k in my hand and led him back into the kitchen. I put him standing up against the table, his c**k resting on top, then rummaged in a drawer and found a wooden spoon. I put one finger on the base of his c**k to hold it steady. “You know that unauthorised erections are a punishable offence?”
“Yes, miss,” he said quickly.
I brought the back of the wooden spoon down on his c**k. He gasped and made to move away.
“Keep still,” I snapped. I hit him again, then again, then a fourth time. I knew it was hurting, but his c**k remained obstinately hard. That’s the trouble with masochi
