“I see no signs of any punishment,” Sir Willoughby said sternly. “Come closer.”
She shuffled backwards a little. Sir Willoughby put out his hand and squeezed her left buttock.
“Oh, sir,” Alice protested.
“Go and bend over the table,” Sir Willoughby said. “I shall show you what happens to slutty little girls who pleasure themselves without permission.”
Alice walked dutifully to the table, keeping her skirts up. She arranged herself, bottom bared and hands gripping the edges of the table. From the corner cupboard Sir Willoughby took a cane. Alice wondered, if this was to be her last session with him, whether he would strike her extra hard, give her something to remember him by. She had mixed feelings about the whole thing. Pain and pleasure were inextricably mixed in her mind; she could
