Rebecca concentrated hard. She wanted to give something to remember her by. And there was a certain pride in her accomplishment, fuelled by Marcus’s praise. She had never beaten anyone before. But she had dreamed of such a moment, and she was savouring it to the full. Rebecca raised the cane high above her head and delivered an unerring blow laid precisely alongside the others. jumped up from the table, rubbing her bottom hard.
‘Oh, f**k, f**k,’ she cried. ‘That f*****g well hurt, you bitch.’
Rebecca was taken aback. Was speaking in character, or was this a genuine expression of outrage?
‘,’ said Marcus sharply, ‘we’ll have none of that language here. Go and stand in the corner with your hands on your head. Keep your drawers pulled down and your skirt up so that you display the marks
