“My tea will take some moments to cool,” said Miss Byrne.
She must have picked up her cane again for I heard the swish and suddenly I felt a searing pain across my upper thighs.
“Aghhhhhh!”
I could not stop bellowing such was the force she’d applied but the straps held me firmly.
“Nancy, find something to stuff in the boy’s mouth. I can’t take anymore of his din.”
“Yes, your Ladyship.”
Nancy returned quickly and, looking up at her pretty face, I saw she was smiling in a cruel way as she gagged me with a handkerchief and tied it tightly behind my neck.
She stayed in a position where she could see my expression as Miss Byrne delivered a second stroke higher up on the fleshiest area of my quivering buttocks.
This time when I tried to yell the only sound to emerge was a stifled grunt.
