Extract from When She Was Bad

He didn't answer me, but extended one long leg from the hammock, then rolled out of it, bouncing up like a teenager more than a man in his fifties. There was a garden shed a little way away, screened by a clump of rhododendron, and he went to it, leaving me wondering what he was doing. I realised as he emerged with a three-foot length of bamboo.

'What, now?' I asked, glancing back towards the house. 'But... what about Louise?'

'Damn Louise. It won't be the first time she's seen a girl get her ass whomped. Now get those jeans low, panties too.'

'But...'

That's the deal, Natasha. First rule. You do as you're told, when you're told.'

'But, Chuck...'

'Last warning, Natasha. You've come to me for this, but now you're here, you follow my rules. It's what you've got to learn. You must give me your trust, absolutely, or it won't happen.'

I shut up. My hands had gone to the button of my jeans just from the sheer forcefulness of his command. I was already shaking too, and I fumbled twice before I popped it open. He stopped and folded his arms, his face stern and calm as he watched me push my jeans and knickers down to my ankles. I was blushing furiously, and it got worse as I heard a door close and turned to see Louise starting across the lawn, tray in hand.

'Take a good grip on the tree,' he instructed. 'I'm going to give you twenty.'

'Twenty? But Chuck...'

'Don't you "but Chuck" me, Natasha. Second rule. You take what I give you. There's no "stop word", no bullshit. This isn't a game.'

He was driving a bulldozer through my personal limits, and the whole way I look at corporal punishment. I still took hold of the apple tree, wrapping my arms around the trunk and sticking my bottom out as Louise reached us.

'Got a live one?' she asked.

'Reckon so,' he answered, took his beer from the tray and swallowed deeply.

I was burning with shame and shaking badly, thinking of how twenty strokes of the bamboo was going to feel and praying the horrible thing didn't splinter and cut me, yet I could no more let go of the tree than fly. Chuck knew, I was sure, and most spankers I knew would have thought the state I was in was funny. Not Chuck Hammes. He looked deadly serious as he put the beer down, stepped close and tapped the bamboo to my bottom. Louise sat down in her little chair. She was going to watch, and from the way she was smirking it was obvious she liked the idea of me getting it.

'Count them,' Chuck ordered, 'and you address me as "sir".

Percy made me do the same, sometimes, and it was a game, always. With Chuck it wasn't, and if that gave an added dimension to the turmoil of my emotions, then that dimension was fear. Yet I held to the tree, gulping in my breaths as he lifted the bamboo, paused as my stomach tightened and I fought down the urge to pee, and brought it down.

I heard the smack of wood on flesh and the pain lanced through me, so sharp, so strong that my whole body jerked in reaction. It was too sudden even to scream, but an instant later I was jumping up and down on my toes, squealing like a stuck pig and clutching bum cheeks, across which a line of fire seemed to have sprung up. That lasted maybe five seconds, then I had tripped over my lowered panties. I sprawled on the lawn with a fresh squeak, going down hard on one hip.

If I'd put on such a ludicrous display in front of Percy he'd have probably died laughing. Not Chuck, although Louise was stifling giggles behind her hand, he just stood there looking down on me as I pulled myself to my knees. For a moment I was giving him a prime rear view of pussy and bumhole, but my welt was stinging furiously and my modesty was pretty well destroyed anyway.

'See,' he said, 'it makes a difference when there's man behind the cane. You'll learn to thank me for it though, so just you get back in position.'

I was gasping as I stood up, and I knew perfectly well I could never, ever take twenty of the ferocious cuts he'd given me. Craning back to inspect my bum, I found he'd laid a welt clean across, and wrapped the bamboo around my hip to leave a really nasty tip mark, which hurt more than the rest of it together. He was a crap shot, and unfairly hard. For all my need and however much his stern manner was turning me on, I had to say something.

'Please, Chuck... sir,' I managed as I once more took a grip on the tree, 'a little less hard, and please try and aim properly!'

He looked at me as if I'd insulted him, deeply, then shook his head.

'You have a lot to learn, Natasha,' he stated. 'So look. You're new to this, and maybe you don't really understand how it is, but what you must understand first and foremost is that you have to trust me, completely. You have to put yourself in my hands, to rely on my judgement, that I will discipline you as you need to be disciplined, no more and no less. You must give yourself to me completely while this is happening, because you will never find your true self unless you learn to do as you are told.'

The last five words came out slow and distinct. I nodded, not entirely sure if I did understand what was happening to me as I once more stuck out my bottom. I wanted him to beat me, his way, hard, and to do as I was told, for real. I knew what it would do to me, and I knew he wasn't going to take advantage of that. Yet I also knew I couldn't take it, not so hard, nor so badly.

'I... I think you'd better tie me,' I said, the words spilling out of my mouth even as my brain screamed against them.

He didn't speak, but walked back to the shed. I met Louise's eye. She was smiling.

'Slut,' she said.

She knew, even if he didn't, and I was going to speak when he emerged, carrying a ball of garden twine and a pair of secateurs. I pushed my wrists out beyond the trunk of the tree, crossed. Maybe I couldn't take it, not free, but I was going to have to. Sometimes it's best to be helpless.

He tied my wrists, binding them tight together by making figure-eight loops between them and a twist around the centre. As he knotted the twine off I started to shake, really badly. I was going to be thrashed, really thrashed. It was my own stupid fault and there was nothing I could do about it, because I had to have it, and...

I burst into tears, great wracking sobs with my eyes shut tight and my legs shaking so hard I nearly collapsed. I felt Chuck's hands on my legs, peeling my jeans and panties off, my shoes with them and I was bare from the waist down, bare and vulnerable. He spoke.

'That's right, let it all out. For today, you need not count. Nineteen to go.'

With that he laid in, slashing the bamboo down across my bottom with all his force. I screamed, immediately going into a crazy, pained dance, one leg kicking out in spasms over which I had no control whatsoever. He'd caught my thigh, right across the back, and it hurt crazily, but before I could speak the next cut came in and I was dancing about and screaming again. Something dry and pungent was pushed to my face, my panties, thick with the smell and taste of my own pussy.

'We do have neighbours, Natasha.'

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