‘I have transferred the money into another account that gives a better return’ Ken answers and while it was true what he hadn’t added was that it was riskier and currently the balance is lower than the original deposit.

‘If that was the whole story Ken then you would have told me straight away so what are you hiding from me’ Audrey says advancing on Ken with the whip menacingly held in both hands.

‘I am not hiding anything Audrey’ Ken stupidly answers. Audrey slashes the whip down onto Ken’s leg and even though he is sitting in a pair of jeans there is a distinct sting on his leg.

‘You have never been a convincing liar Ken so I would stop trying to dig a deeper hole for yourself now’ Audrey commands as she has pulled Ken to his feet and is undoing the belt and button of his jeans. Without too much effort on Audrey’s part she is able to push the jeans down to the floor before tracing the weal of the whip with her fingernail.

‘I’m sure that you can imagine the damage that this whip will inflict when it is used on your bare skin just by looking at the vivid red weal it has left through your jeans. This is your last chance to tell me the truth Ken or I will stop listening and will simply beat the truth out of you’ Audrey says calmly but the anger in her voice is clear.

‘Ok Audrey I will tell you the truth’ Ken says quietly.

‘Speak up and while you’re telling me you should strip completely’ Audrey responds pointing the whip directly at Ken.

‘I transferred the money into an investment account which would generate higher returns for our holiday but it also carried a greater level of risk. Unfortunately we have lost a bit of money’ Ken says and as he is finishing the sentence the whip cracks down across the front of his legs.

‘I knew it. How much has been lost?’ Audrey asks sharply.

‘£1000 but as you know I’ve been working a lot of overtime recently and this has been so that I could replace the money so at the moment we are only £200 away from what we started with’ Ken says waiting for the inevitable explosion of anger from Audrey.

‘You are forgetting about the interest we would have got from the original account had the money been left there Ken. A quick mental calculation tells me that you have lost us £500 from our holiday fund with your utter stupidity and deceit in not talking this through with me. I’m going to give you 50 with this whip now and then will decide on your full punishment tonight and it will be delivered over the weekend. Stand up, turn round and kneel on the sofa with your bottom pushed out towards me’ Audrey instructs with an icy venom in her voice.

As soon as Ken is in his position the first stroke cracks across his bottom drawing a yelp from him as the sting is fearsome.

‘As I told you my patience has worn through Ken so your cries will do nothing to lessen the beating, in fact they may make it worse so I would try to keep your silence if I was you’ Audrey barks and starts to methodically deliver the whipping covering every part of the bottom with stripes. Ken tries to keep count of the lashes but loses count with the utter pain that Audrey is inflicting on him and the only way he can keep his silence is by biting down on the back of the sofa. It seems like that the whipping is never ending and it’s obvious to Ken that blood has been drawn as he can feel it running down the back of his legs.

‘You will spend the night in the spare bedroom Ken and I will inform you of your punishment tomorrow morning’ Audrey says before turning and walking off to the bedroom. Ken is cursing his foolishness and turns on the computer and puts one of his cameras up for sale so that he can replace the original amount that was lost. He knew this wouldn’t assuage Audrey’s anger but it did salve Ken’s conscience somewhat. It was late when Ken made his way to the spare room for a fitful night sleep and he was still lying face down on the bed when Audrey came into the room with the fearsome whip from last night in her hands.

‘I gave very serious consideration to giving you a lash for every pound that the account was short because of your stupidity and the fact that you didn’t talk it through with me before you did it but I know that you had the right reasons at heart and have been trying to repair the damage with the overtime. I am therefore going to give you a repeat of the fifty strokes from last night and we will then sit down and discuss the situation as grown adults. You will therefore remain face down on the bed’ Audrey said as she was raising the whip.

Ken had come round to find himself in a fully kitted out dungeon with Ella sitting on a throne at one end of the dungeon. Ken was secured against a cross with tight cuffs at his wrist and ankle which he instinctively pulled at to see if they would give way but there was absolutely no movement in them at all. When Ella saw the signs of life from Ken she stood up from the throne and walked purposefully towards him and he saw that she was dressed from head to toe in black giving her a menacing appearance and because both the top and the trousers were very tight fitting it gave her a very sleek silhouette.

‘What the hell is going on?’ Ken asks angrily as Ella is standing in front of him but there is no answer immediately instead what happens is a sharp slap on Ken’s cheeks.

‘It is Mistress Ella to you slave’ is the answer with each word met by a sharp punch to Ken’s stomach, ‘and yes you heard that correctly. You are now my slave and I am going to enjoy making you suffer’ Mistress Ella says.

‘Why?’ Ken asks.

‘You will learn not to speak unless you are instructed to do so slave’ Mistress Ella says bringing her knee up sharply into Ken’s crotch, ‘but to answer your question it is simply because I want to and I can’ Mistress Ella answers with a laugh. Mistress Ella walks across to a bench and picks up a sharp looking knife bringing it back to Ken and for some reason it is now that he noticed the stiletto heels that Mistress Ella was wearing with an almost matching sharp point to the toe of the shoe. These shoes gave a real thrill to Ken but instinctively knew that he would be feeling the heel and toe of these shoes applied to different parts of his body and it brought a shiver to him.

‘You will want to stay very still Ken because I am going to cut all of these clothes from you and if you move I might end up drawing blood far sooner than I intend to’ Mistress Ella says as she is running the cold steel of the blade over Ken’s cheeks.

‘Would’ Ken starts to speak but he is silenced by Mistress Ella driving her knee up into Ken’s crotch.

‘Did I not tell you that you will not speak unless you are instructed to do so’ Mistress Ella says rhetorically as she is starting to cut away at the shirt that he is wearing. It doesn’t stand a chance against the knife or against Mistress Ella’s determination and was soon lying in tatters on the floor behind Ken soon to be followed by his trousers leaving him standing there in his boxer shorts and socks. The socks are the next thing to go but before the boxer shorts meet the knife Mistress Ella pulls them up very tightly at both the front and the back which was strangely uncomfortable and Ken screwed his eyes up. The knife soon gets to work on the boxer shorts and Ken is standing stark naked in front of Mistress Ella.

‘Body hair is not allowed on any slave of mine but I will get rid of it very soon and will inspect you every time that you serve me and if there is any hint of body hair you will be very sorry’ Mistress Ella says as she is walking out of the dungeon. When she is gone Ken wonders exactly how he has found himself in this position and whether there is any way of escaping.

‘You will not escape Ken so if I were you I would save my energy for coping with what is going to happen to you. This is common hair removal cream and I suggest that you get yourself some because in future I will be using hot wax to remove any body hair’ Mistress Ella says. With a pair of latex gloves on Mistress Ella rubs the cream into every part of Ken’s body and then attaches a collar and leash before releasing the cuffs at his wrist and ankle.

‘By the time we reach the bathroom the cream will have taken effect’ Mistress Ella says as she is pulling Ken out of the dungeon and along to a bathroom where she turns the shower on at full power on its coldest temperature setting, ‘don’t worry once you are out of the shower there will be plenty of things that will warm you up’ Mistress Ella adds as she is pushing Ken into the shower and under the icy cold water. The combination of the icy cold water and the chemicals from the hair removal cream stung Ken’s skin and he was very glad when he was pulled from the water and thrown a very rough towel to dry himself off and this pulls out the remaining hair.

‘The skin should be nice and sensitive now slave, let’s test that out shall we’ Mistress Ella says spraying some aftershave over the skin bringing yelps from Ken.

‘Oh it is very sensitive then, let’s get you back to the dungeon so that I can have some fun with you’ Mistress Ella says pulling Ken after her again with the leash. Instead of taking Ken back to the cross he’d been attached to previously Mistress Ella pulls him in the direction of a whipping horse and pushes him up onto it. Deftly Mistress Ella secures the leash to the horse so that she can take her time doing up all of the restraining cuffs starting at the ankles and then one just above the knee so that Ken’s legs can’t move at all. Stepping forward Mistress Ella fastens Ken’s arms into the cuffs and then she fastens the final strap across the small of Ken’s back holding him firmly against the horse.

‘That should keep you right where I want you slave. I’m going to wreak utter devastation on your bottom and your back but before I get on with that I’m going to do the same to your cock and balls’ Mistress Ella says as she is walking away from Ken to retrieve some stinging nettles, ‘these were cut last night but have been stored in water so they will have retained all of their sting’ Mistress Ella explains as she is bringing them back over to Ken. As Mistress Ella ran the nettles up and down Ken’s inner thighs he was very well aware that the sting had been retained as his legs were soon stinging ferociously but this is nothing compared to the agony as Mistress Ella starts to whip the nettles across his cock and balls. As a final act Mistress Ella pushes the depleted nettle stalks into the cleft between his cheeks.

‘I’m sure that they will fall out as I’m beating your bottom but before that they should burn and sting this very sensitive area around your anus’ Mistress Ella says as she has collected a heavy cane from a stand, swinging it vigorously as she makes her way behind Ken, ‘this will test out your tolerance to pain slave and I hope that it’s high for your sake but it doesn’t matter to me because I’m going to carry on until I’m ready to stop regardless of what you say or do and should you pass out then I will simply revive you and carry on’ Mistress Ella says lashing the cane down into his bottom as hard as she could. Cane strokes rain down on Ken’s bottom with utter venom but perfect control and when a stroke lands on his thighs it is done by design and brings a sharp cry from Ken.

‘You took that far better than I would have imagined Ken which is a positive sign for you. Let’s see how you get on with a different type of pain on your bottom’ Mistress Ella says as she is changing the cane for a nasty looking wooden paddle but before that she coats a butt plug with some chilli sauce and pushes it into his anus.

‘That should give you something to think about’ Mistress Ella says as she is running the paddle over Ken’s red bottom. The first stroke of the paddle crashes into Ken’s bottom with a loud crack and it is followed by a loud cry, ‘that’s what I want to hear’ Mistress Ella says before starting the paddling in earnest. This is a completely different kind of pain and Ken finds it much harder to handle as his cries indicate but true to her word Mistress Ella ignores all of these cries and carries on until she is ready to stop. Standing in front of Ken she pulls his head up so that she is looking down into his tear filled eyes.

‘I’m getting far too hot in this outfit Ken but as a slave you are not worthy of the privilege of seeing me naked so I’m going to hood you before stripping off and making myself more comfortable’ Mistress Ella explains before putting a pillow case over his head and fastening it in place with his collar, ‘I bet that you wish that you could see the vision of beauty that is standing in front of you slave’ Mistress Ella says before swinging a short whip down onto Ken’s back. This feels like it is tearing a gash with each stroke such is the sharpness of the pain, ‘what a lovely sight your naked body decorated with stripes from the cane and whip and bruises from the paddle is slave’ Mistress Ella remarks as she is continuing with the whip. It feels to Ken as if the whipping is going on forever and he hasn’t been able to adjust to the different types of pain as Mistress Ella changes to different whips.

‘It’s time for a change of position for you slave’ Mistress Ella says as she is undoing the straps holding him to the horse. As Ken stands up all of the muscles in his back and bottom protest at the pain of the movement which is pulling the welts into all sorts of different directions, ‘face down on this table’ Mistress Ella orders having stood him next to the table. Ken clambers up onto the table and is ordered to slide forward until his cock and balls fall through a gap in the table. Mistress Ella cuffs Ken to the table and then he feels a thin cord being tied around his cock and balls and then weights are hung from these cords pulling them down painfully.

‘I suggest you keep still slave because the weights will swing painfully with every slight move that you make’ Mistress Ella says before setting about making it very difficult to stay still by climbing up onto the table and standing on his upper back. While Mistress Ella may have been naked she had kept her shoes on as the heels dug in painfully to the skin and then Mistress Ella started to walk up and down Ken’s back digging her heels in with every step as she made sure that she kept her balance on the moving path that was Ken’s body. Ken is relieved when Mistress Ella steps off of his body but this disappears when Mistress Ella sits down in the small of Ken’s back facing his bottom. Leaning forward Mistress Ella pulls the butt plug out of Ken with some difficulty as his muscles have clenched around it.

‘It seems as if you like having something stuffed up your bottom slave. I wonder if it will be the same when I start to bugger you with my biggest strap-on’ Mistress Ella muses, ‘that’s something for another day though slave as I’m missing beating you’ she continues before driving the paddle down onto Ken’s bottom again. All of the heat that had been slowly diminishing was reignited by the first blow. Ken bucked on the table causing the weights on his cock and balls to swing violently but it did nothing to dislodge Mistress Ella from her position in the small of Ken’s back. Mistress Ella was remorseless in her paddling.

‘One last punishment for now for you slave and then I’m going to secure you to the wheel to let you come to terms with your new life as my slave’ Mistress Ella says finally climbing off of Ken’s back and standing on the floor. Ken has no idea what is coming his way as there is complete silence within the dungeon apart from the sound of his own breathing which is magnified by the hood. Suddenly there is a crack of the whip on the sole of Ken’s right foot which brings another scream from him.

It is at this point that Ken had woken up and the first thing he did was to check the sole of his foot to see if there was any damage and he then checked the remainder of his body with his hands and was surprised to find no sign of any punishment having been administered given how vivid the dream had been.

‘Your punishment will begin with a hairbrush spanking from me for repeatedly returning your books late. You will then be handed over to our User Services Librarian, Miss Owen, who will deal with your inability to maintain silence when you are within the Library. Finally you will be passed to Miss Weiss, our Technical Services Librarian, who signs all of our licenses and therefore takes a very dim view on anyone breaking the terms of these’ Miss Barber says with the hairbrush tapping more forcefully on her thigh.

‘You will come and stand here then drop your trousers’ Miss Barber says pointing to a spot on the floor on her right hand side with the hairbrush. Nervously Ken steps forward to Miss Barber’s side and it is clear that she is losing her patience rapidly. Ken undoes the belt on his trousers and opens them up. Before he can push them down his legs Miss Barber has taken hold of the waistband and pulls them down violently taking the boxer shorts with her at the same time. Miss Barber then grabs his arm and hauls him down over her lap. Ken is disoriented by the suddenness of this change of position and his hands scrabble on the floor.

‘Fighting against me will only make things worse for you Ken’ Miss Barber says as she is slamming the hairbrush down onto his bottom. A blazing fire is ignited in Ken’s bottom even with this first stroke and instinctively one of his feet kicks up off of the ground.

‘Keep those feet on the floor Ken!’ Miss Barber barks, ‘although I have no idea what Miss Owen or Miss Weiss will do to you I am confident in saying that what they give you will be a lot worse than anything I do to you so I would save your energy’ she says, punctuating each word with a heavy smack of the brush. Miss Barber is relentless in her spanking with blows landing on Ken’s bottom every second for what feels like hours but in reality was probably not more than a couple of minutes.

‘According to your borrower record 58 out of the 60 books that you have ever borrowed from this Library have been late. You will therefore receive 58 smacks of this brush’ Miss Barber announces and if the previous spanking had been hard each of these smacks was even harder with a longer pause between them so that each of them was felt to the fullest effect. Many of them were delivered to the area that joined the bottom and thigh where the skin was particularly sensitive and cool as it had not been touched previously. Each smack was accompanied by a cry from Ken and he was almost hoarse by the time that Miss Barber stopped spanking him.

‘I trust that from now on you will return all books on time Ken?’ Miss Barber asks.

‘Yes Miss Barber’ Ken answers quietly and hoarsely.

‘I am very glad to hear that Ken. Now stand up and pull up your pants and trousers while I inform Miss Owen that she can come and collect you’ Miss Barber says very sharply. When Miss Owen walks into the room to collect Ken his heart sinks into his boots as it was only a couple of weeks ago that he was very rude to her when she instructed him to be quiet within the study room. Ken hoped that with the number of people that Miss Owen would see on a daily basis that she would have forgotten him but this notion was quickly knocked out of his head.

‘It’s a pleasure to see you again Ken although by the time I’m through with you today I rather suspect that you will not be describing it as a pleasure’ Miss Owen says with a sharp look across her face, ‘follow me’ she finishes before setting off out of Miss Barber’s office. After a short walk down a couple of corridors Miss Owen stops at a door, opening it for Ken to enter and as he is doing so a very sharp smack lands on his sore bottom making him flinch.

‘Trousers and pants off Ken’ Miss Owen instructs as she is closing and locking the office door behind her. Ken is still taking his shoes off when Miss Owen turns round.

‘You don’t seem to realise the gravity of your situation Ken. If I were you I would not upset me any further through disobedience’ Miss Owen barks as she is striding past Ken to her desk, ‘I see that Miss Barber has used her trusty hairbrush on your bottom Ken, already it looks rather purple and bruised. I enjoy horse riding Ken so it is perhaps no surprise that I prefer implements like riding crops and because of your rudeness to me a couple of weeks ago I am going to select my cruellest and most dramatic sounding crop. It’s so thin and makes such a sound that you could probably describe it more accurately as a whip but however it’s described it leaves its mark’ Miss Owen explains as she is cutting the implement through the air and it does sound as if it is slicing through it.

‘Put your hands on the back of that low chair Ken’ Miss Owen instructs.

‘That won’t do at all. Your shirt tails are obscuring your bottom. Stand up and take the shirt off’ Miss Owen comments in very quick succession and without even standing up Ken unbuttons his shirt and lets it drop onto the floor when he has taken it off.

‘Pick it up and put it neatly with the rest of your clothes’ Miss Owen snaps angrily swishing the whip through the air with even greater venom, ‘the normal punishment I would give for repeatedly failing to observe the rules of silence is ten lashes with a crop and this is what you would have received had it not been for your rudeness to me. That rudeness has doubled the punishment to twenty lashes per offence and as you have committed three offences I make that a total of sixty lashes. As in the Library I expect silence in my office and therefore if you make any noise during the punishment I will start again. Do you understand?’ Miss Owen asks.

‘Yes Miss Owen I understand’ Ken answers nervously.

‘Very well we shall begin’ Miss Owen responds and as she is finishing the sentence the first lash of the crop has bitten into Ken’s bottom. The sting is absolutely phenomenal and it feels like Miss Owen has taken a knife to his bottom. Involuntarily Ken gives a sharp yelp.

‘Oh dear Ken this will turn out to be a very long afternoon for you if you do not do better than that at maintaining your silence’ Miss Owen says patronisingly before delivering a torrent of lashes to Ken’s bottom. There is then a pause as Miss Owen walks in front of Ken and sits herself down on the edge of her desk to look into Ken’s face.

‘I don’t take very kindly to silly little men calling me names’ Miss Owen says before stepping towards Ken and bringing the whip down onto his bottom vertically cutting across all of her existing stripes and making sure that the tip of the whip bit into his thighs. Ken was fighting the urge to cry out at this new and very sharp pain by gripping the back of the seat he was holding so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

‘Well done Ken let’s see if you can take the remaining two thirds of the punishment silently’ Miss Owen says to remind Ken that she is a long way from being finished with him. Ken’s resolve weakens at this point as his heart is sinking towards his feet but somehow he manages to remain silent as the next section of the beating is delivered. Tears are forming at the corner of Ken’s eyes as Miss Owen saw when she took her position on the desk again to look down on Ken.

‘It’s such a pleasure to make a grown man cry’ Miss Owen muses before stepping forward and resuming the vertical whipping. Ken has some idea of what to expect this time and while it is still incredibly painful as the tip bites into his thigh the shock isn’t there. That was until Miss Owen started to aim for the cleft in Ken’s bottom so that the tip of the whip was coming forward and landing very close to his balls. Ken tried to draw away from this attack but a hand on his head from Miss Owen stopped him.

‘One more movement from you Ken and I will start again’ she says while continuing the whipping before eventually stepping back and sitting on the desk.

‘I’d forgotten how much of a work-out it is giving a whipping like that Ken so I hope that you are able to remain silent within the Library from now on because if not it will give me the greatest of pleasure to repeat the sanction. I suggest that you get dressed quickly Ken because I’ve known Miss Weiss take people naked from this office to her own office and that would certainly give the rest of the staff and our library users a nice view of a bruised and striped bottom’ Miss Owen says as she is picking up the phone. A few minutes later there is a knock on the office door.

‘I suggest that you answer that Ken as it will be for you’ Miss Owen says from a position sitting behind her desk. Ken opens the door fully and is grabbed by his ear. With a sharp tug Ken is pulled out into the corridor and hauled off down it past the staff room where people don’t seem at all surprised by the sight and then out across the main foyer of the library where people do turn and watch him go past with a mix of shock and amusement on their faces. The humiliation of being pulled like a naughty child through the public area of the building is almost worse than the pain in his ear. Ken is led down into basement store filled with dusty old books and equipment but he continues to be dragged to the far end of the room.

‘Welcome to my territory Ken, down here no-one in any other part of the building will hear your cries and as the breaches of our electronic licences have the potential to cost us lots of money I am going to administer the harshest of the punishments so you will almost certainly be crying by the time I’m through with you. Unlike my colleague Miss Owen who you have just seen I do not insist on silence, indeed if you remain silent I will think that I’m not doing a good enough job’ Miss Weiss barks into Ken’s ear before finally letting go of it, ‘strip completely Ken’ was the final command. There was something about Miss Weiss that frightened Ken far more than he had been with either Miss Barber of Miss Owen so he didn’t even think of disobeying the command.

‘Stand up straight with your hands clasped behind your head’ Miss Weiss instructs walking towards Ken with her hands sheathed in black leather gloves that stood out starkly against the crisp white blouse that buttoned right up to the neck. Standing in front of Ken and looking up into his face Miss Weiss holds his gaze like a magnet and he doesn’t really notice her hands coming up onto his chest where they grab hold of his nipples and pull them out from his chest before twisting them painfully. This alone was enough to make Ken cry out in pain.

‘Oh good a man with typically sensitive nipples, let’s see what I have left down here that will allow me to play on that’ Miss Weiss muses quietly and before she walks off again she pulls and twists the nipples again, ‘oh look there are some old bulldog clips here’ she grins and comes back with a couple of the larger ones in her hands. With sadistic delight written all over her face Miss Weiss pings the bulldog clips closed over the nipples on Ken’s chest drawing an even sharper cry from him.

‘Just a word of warning for you Ken, I can tell the difference between a genuine pained cry and one that is an attempt to buy some respite and sympathy. Both are music to my ears but for different reasons. The first one shows that I’m doing a really good job and the second gives me a chance to unleash the full scope of my punishments’ Miss Weiss says delivering a slap to Ken’s chest just below where the clips are sitting so that they bounce uncomfortably on his chest.

‘You have had the hairbrush and the crop I see Ken both of which have left your bottom in a lovely state. I come from a navy family so it’s only fitting that I follow that tradition with a cat and apply that to your shoulders and back’ Miss Weiss explains pulling Ken forward by his ear again and positioning him between two steel posts.

‘That should keep your hands nice and out of the way while I am flogging you’ Miss Weiss says as she is securing his arms to the posts by means of some leather cuffs attached to the posts with short lengths of rope. Miss Weiss is soon back standing in front of Ken but this time she has her whip in her hand at it’s a truly frightening sight. Each of the nine tails is a thick strand of leather of slightly different lengths but all with at least one knot in it.

‘The licence whose terms you breached costs us around £265,000 Ken so let’s make it one lash for every £10,000 and round it up to a total of thirty lashes to compensate me for the time that I’ve taken investigating the breach’ Miss Weiss says moving behind Ken as she is finishing the sentence. Ken closes his eyes and waits for the flogging to begin but it doesn’t to begin with as Miss Weiss is letting his fear build. Almost without a sound the cat is swung through the air and lands heavily on Ken’s back close to his right shoulder knocking the breath right out of him.

‘I’ll just let that sink in for a moment or two and you can contemplate another 29 even harder lashes Ken’ Miss Weiss says cruelly although Ken had already realised that this was going to be the worst of the punishments from the first lash. The second lash lands in a matching place on the left hand side and this time the cry from Ken is almost instantaneous and he certainly wasn’t making it up as it was really painful.

‘That’s just what I want to hear Ken’ Miss Weiss announces just before she delivers the third lash right across the centre of Ken’s back so that there doesn’t feel like an inch of skin that hasn’t met the cat. Miss Weiss is really methodical with her punishment but even though there is a defined rhythm to the strokes Ken can’t prepare himself for the next one because the pain is too all encompassing that it takes over his brain completely. Ken isn’t even aware what reactions he is giving to each lash and couldn’t have said if Miss Weiss had said anything in between them. Eventually Ken’s wrists are released from the cuffs and he sinks down onto his knees and looks down at the floor. Miss Weiss watches him for a few minutes without saying a word.

‘That is your punishment over Ken and I don’t think I will ever be seeing you again for breaching the terms of a licence but remember that Miss Barber may decide that any future breach of the rules will be dealt with by me. Despite what you may think it gives none of us any pleasure to punish you in this way and that is why we film the punishments because it should act as a major deterrent. You will be emailed a full copy of your punishment and I suggest that you watch it thoroughly so that it deters you from breaking the rules again. You may take your time before getting dressed’ Miss Weiss finishes but remains watching Ken as he struggles to his feet and makes his way over to where his clothes are. It is a very slow and painful process getting dressed for Ken but eventually he has managed it and is led out of the library.

Mrs Wright is flexing a thick cane in front of her providing a stark contrast with her long black skirt and long sleeved black jumper with a high neck. The outfit was topped off with black shoes and demonstrated the pale skin of a redhead perfectly. Ken found himself in this situation before his academic tutor at university following his decision to accept a caning instead of receiving a zero grade for the unit. As Mrs Wright was standing behind Ken he heard her mobile going off.

‘I’m sorry Ken I will have to take this call’ Mrs Wright said as she stepped out of the small, bare room that they were in.

‘Well Ken it appears as if it isn’t just academic misconduct that you have been guilty of. That was your personal tutor on the phone which is why I had to take the call and she was outlining a complaint that has been received against you from a member of the public for noise. I suggested that I add an additional 24 strokes to this caning and that your personal tutor can report back to the member of the public that you have been suitably punished for your disgraceful behaviour. Do you agree to this approach or would you prefer to attend a disciplinary hearing?’ Mrs Wright asks.

‘I will take the additional caning Mrs Wright’ Ken answers with no conception of how much worse a doubling of the punishment from 24 to 48 strokes was going to be.

‘Very well Ken I shall contact your personal tutor and inform her of this decision. Your punishment will therefore now be forty eight strokes of the cane and these will be administered in groups of twelve with a pause after each twelve for you to regain your composure. The first twelve strokes will be administered upon my return to the room’ Mrs Wright explains as she is stepping out of the room again to make the phone call. Ken’s anxiety grows with each passing minute and he doesn’t want Mrs Wright to return but at the same time he wants her to return so that the punishment can be completed and he can be free of this room.

‘Are you ready?’ Mrs Wright asks as she is standing behind Ken with the cane resting on his bottom.

‘Yes Mrs Wright’ Ken answers although in truth he was a long way from ready. Ken hears the cane swishing through the air as Mrs Wright is bringing it down towards his bottom at great pace. Ken tries to pull himself out of the firing line but there is absolutely no slack in his restraints and as the struggle is finishing the cane freezes all movement by connecting fiercely with Ken’s bottom. A few seconds later the second stroke of the cane landed and this time Ken reacted with a sharp cry as it seemed more painful than the first stroke. There was no reaction from Mrs Wright to this cry as she simply continued with the first twelve strokes at her own pace. Ken’s yelps continue to be the only sound other than the swish and crack of the cane in the room.

‘That is one quarter of your punishment completed Ken. I hope that it is teaching you a lesson and that you will attend all classes next term because if not this punishment will be a mere fraction of the one that I will give you’ Mrs Wright says as she is stepping back to the wall of the room.

‘I will now administer the second twelve strokes’ Mrs Wright announces and delivers these in the same slow, methodical fashion as the first dozen but concentrates her attention on the lower parts of Ken’s bottom where the pain is much more acute and his cries attest to this as they are much sharper.

‘We are now half way through the punishment due to the disturbance that you have been causing your neighbours. Your bottom is already looking rather sore and sorry for itself and I expect that you will bear the marks of this punishment for the next two or three weeks and will be reminded of it every time you sit down for the next day or two. I hope that this is sufficient to drum in the standards of behaviour that are required of you’ Mrs Wright says sharply as Ken is trying to get his breath back under control.

The remainder of the punishment passes in something of a haze for Ken as the pain is all consuming and when he is released from the horse he finds it very difficult to stand steadily while pulling up his pants and jeans. Tears are streaming down his face making it difficult to see anything although when Mrs Wright starts to speak all of his attention is focussed on her.

‘As I said at the beginning Ken you would be well advised not to cross the Lady in black again because I believe that I have given you a thorough demonstration of the strength of my character and my right arm. Should you fail to heed this warning then I can assure you that you will regret it. Now get out of my sight’ Mrs Wright says very sharply.

‘I heard that Ken’ Aunt Ella says from the back room, ‘you will go to the bathroom and wait for me. James you will stay exactly where you are’ Aunt Ella finishes off and the grin on James’ face almost makes Ken go over and hit him but he thinks better of it. As Ken is sitting on the edge of the bath dejectedly he hears the muffled sounds of James being spanked coming up from the lounge. As soon as the spanking finishes Ken hears Aunt Ella coming up the stairs and into the bathroom where she locks the door behind her.

‘I thought my warning earlier in the day would have had a longer lasting effect on you Ken but it appears not. I’ve spanked James because I know he has been winding you up but that is no excuse for responding with language that would make a navvy blush. I will not tolerate language like that in this house or anywhere from a relative of mine. You will strip down to your pants then sit in the bath Ken’ Aunt Ella instructs. Aunt Ella is a very frightening sight when she is angry and it is very clear to Ken that she is angry with him so he complies with the instruction for fear of increasing the punishment. Ken watches as Aunt Ella picks up the worryingly large bar of soap from the sink and runs a little bit of water over it.

‘Open your mouth Ken’ Aunt Ella commands as she is sitting herself down on the edge of the bath. Ken does as he is told but as the bar of soap approaches his mouth he instinctively draws back from it but Aunt Ella has anticipated this action and places a hand on the back of Ken’s head bringing it back forward towards the soap. The bar of soap is almost as wide as Ken’s mouth and he has to open his mouth wider to take it in. Immediately Ken’s mouth is filled with the horrible taste of soap, he couldn’t work out what it tasted like but the last time he’d had such a horrible taste in his mouth was when it was filled with blood during a rugby match.

Aunt Ella held the bar of soap deep in Ken’s mouth for what seemed like an eternity but then she started to draw it in and out of the mouth which was even worse. Lather was soon dribbling out of Ken’s mouth and down his chin onto his chest.

‘Stick your tongue out Ken’ Aunt Ella commands and she proceeds to coat the upper and lower surface of his tongue with the soap ensuring that she didn’t miss a spot so that the horrible taste was spread throughout his mouth by his own saliva. Ken had a strong urge to spit the soap out but he knew that he was in more than enough trouble as it was so he just let it dribble out round the bar of soap which had been pushed back into his mouth.

‘On your hands and knees Ken’ Aunt Ella orders and Ken knows that the spanking he’d been promised earlier was about to be delivered. Mentally he was preparing himself for Aunt Ella’s very hard hand but instead he felt some icy cold water spraying over his bottom, ‘a spanking on a wet bottom hurts a lot more than on a dry one Ken and this will illustrate to you how seriously I view your swearing. If you don’t take this spanking properly then I will have no hesitation in taking the long handled bath brush to your wet bottom’ Aunt Ella explains and threatens at the same time.