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The old man nodded, while I stood back, noting the way these two men could talk so easily about my fate.
“Then perhaps she should be punished with a razor strop. I always found it a most compelling implement.” Reaching down, he pulled out a drawer at the bottom of the chest. Reaching deep inside, his hand withdrew the leather strop, a wild looking thing some three feet long, the leather very supple.
I shivered instantly. Something out of a fantasy, the real thing looked easily as ominous as anything my imagination could create. I love leather. I suppose this might be the ultimate discipline tool, steeped in historical lore, it held a fascination all its own.
“Of course Mr. Harold, the finest correction requires a cane.” From yet another drawer his chest of treasures, he pulled out the thin vile looking instrument. He whisked the thing through the air with a sharp stroke, a well practiced one at that. I jerked back instantly, as if my repulsion would mean something important to these two men. I imagined the man was quite an accomplished disciplinarian, the snap of his wrist as flawless as if he were a youthful man of twenty-five. And Reggie’s enchanted gaze was frightful. He made certain that I didn’t miss it.
I’d like to try these out,” Reggie announced.
The old man’s eyes glimmered. “Certainly, you can both get a better appreciation of the effects with some firsthand experience. I think there’s room back here to work.”
With Reggie holding the strap, paddle, and the cane, we followed the proprietor deeper into his shop, to a place that was conveniently open for the task at hand. We were surrounded by more of the old man’s wares, but there was plenty of space for Reggie to work. I knew without going any further that this was far more than a test.
“Over the table?” the old man suggested. “Or maybe you’d have her across your lap?”
“Not over the lap for these,” Reggie said. “They require more distance between me and her ass.”
The man nodded, agreeing.
“Bend over the table,” he turned to me, and motioned to a table set against the wall. I eyed the hefty oak piece with some consternation. It looked to hit me at mid thigh, so much lower than a dining table. My rear end would be raised high and prominent. Following his instructions, I bent over, with my arms tucked to my chest and resting on the table. My dress pulled up automatically, so with no effort at all the greater part of my rear end was exposed.
“Mr. Winningham, perhaps you’d like to begin,” Reggie suggested. I could just imagine the look on the old man’s face with the sudden opportunity to punish my bottom.
“So, she’s been misbehaving?” he asked.
“Brazenly so,” Reggie said. “Haven’t you, Alexandra?”
“Yes, sir,” I replied.
“And you deserve all three implements today?” he inquired.
“Yes, sir.” I couldn’t believe I was agreeing to this, though there was the allure of the moment, wondering how each implement would affect my rear. And of course, there was my seductive attraction to pain and the sexual desire that would surely follow.
“You’re practically begging for this, aren’t you?” he continued. He stood next to me, his hand on my back, his words falling on me gently as if he was granting me some magnanimous favor. I assumed the question was rhetorical.
“Alexandra is being punished for adultery,” Reggie informed the old man.
“Reggie!” I tried to object. Adultery was for married people, not me.
He pushed me down firmly, answering my protest in a steely voice. “My charge here has flagrantly broken the trust of the man that loves her. I think adultery is the only apt description of her crime.”
“Then she should be dealt with severely,” Mr. Winningham agreed. “If you don’t mind, I’d prefer to lay on the paddle, and perhaps a few cuts of the cane.”
I couldn’t see Reggie’s reply, but I’m sure he agreed. He further lifted the hem of my dress so that my ass was entirely exposed. His hand probed my backside for some moments, massaging my cheeks, his fingers then prodding deeply into my anal cleft. Then he resumed the massage and I began to sway against his offending hand relishing the desire it raised in me.
“I want this ass on fire,” he said, and he squeezed my ass cheeks as if they were clay. “You remember how you used to punish your disobedient submissives?”
“I remember well,” the man replied.
“Then let her feel that kind of wrath. She’ll thank us both in the end.”
Hearing him talk, I was so weak with fear that my legs were like jelly.
Reggie moved away and stood back to eye my ass, as the old man stepped forward to begin.
“Ten with the paddle,” he suggested.
“Whatever suits you. Alexandra will be going nowhere until this is finished. She asked me to punish her soundly for her transgressions. She won’t flee. You have free reign.”
