“A-a-a-e-e-g-h, M-Mistress.”
“Uh huh, are we feeling the pain, little girl-boy? You have not seen anything yet. Shame on you, teasing my girls, which is bad enough, but you have nothing to show them. I’ll teach you your place in my kitchen!” The housekeeper continued to apply the paddle in a smooth rhythm. The thwacks reverberated throughout the kitchen and into the pantry where Celia was still watching and listening. Allen gasped, too stunned to protest the ringing smacks. The smarting, swelling, and redness had begun to build.
“M-Mistress...”
"Oh, I know it hurts,” the housekeeper replied, mocking her boy slave in a solicitous tone. She punctuated her words with vicious blistering smacks. “It'll hurt… much more… before I… am… finished… with… the likes…of… you!”
Celia’s eyes were cl
