“Oh, Charles, no!”
He said no more, but stepped to his wife’s ass and lifting the dreadful looking cane, he reared back with his right arm for a full arm swing. Letting the implement slice the air, it landed in the bright white center of her two cheeks.
“Yeeeeeaawwwww!” she screamed. You would have thought she was dying. I knew she could take much more, after all I’d at her hand. “Noooo, no, no, please, no more!”
“My spiteful wife, I am just beginning,” her husband informed her. With that, he pushed his sleeve above his elbow and let the cane fly fast, landing a half dozen more cuts to the Baroness’s behind before he took a breather.
Household staff or not, she screamed through them all, her feet looking as though they were stepping on hot coals as they danced erratically beneath h
