#336423 - He sat down having placed this fearsome instrument across my lap, and continued to smoke his cigarette after which he stood up and motioned for me to do the same, saying in his beautifully modulated voice, ‘Well my dear, if you are ready……… shall we continue?’ Despite my ‘experience’ in these matters I immediately began to feel mixed emotions and my pulse rate quickened when he stood behind me and casually ran the stick over my rump. After thirty or so lashes I could see why! My arse felt as though I had gone for a wee in the woods, pulled my knickers down and thoughtlessly crouched down in a bed of stinging nettles! I started to make some sort of protest but was told, quite curtly to shut up and take my punishment. Afterwards, when we had concluded the business side of things, and I had accepted his invitation to join him in a glass of Moet, he commented on the rather obvious damp patch I had left on the arm of the leather chair when I had arisen from my thrashing.