Chapter 3

Clara, the nineteen year old daughter of Lady Amelia Thornton stood in her underwear, facing her mother’s man friend, the much older Sir Peter Walker. The true purpose of his visit to the girl’s bedroom was to punish and humiliate the badly behaved young woman - that is, badly behaved according to her mother. Clara was a modern rebellious free spirited girl who was making the most of life in the early years of the twentieth century.

Standing before the man who was going to spank, cane and possibly whip her bottom, she was dressed in frilly crotchless knickers, high fitting corset that lifted her breasts and black stockings held up with garters. This second session of submission to severe discipline had already taken on a sexual air.

The girl repeated her previous question, asked just a minute ago while she watched a growing bulge in the front of the older man’s trousers.

‘How do you want me, tonight, Sir Peter?’

She knew her sultry tone and show of erotic submissiveness would fire up the man’s sexual desires.

‘I’m glad to see you obeyed my instructions by not padding out your undergarments,’ Sir Peter told her.

Clara placed both hands in front of her crotch and closed the gap that exposed her cunny.

‘I must try to maintain my dignity,’ she said, looking Peter in the eye, ‘The silky material of these knickers comes apart far too easily. And I’d completely forgotten that my nipples are peeping over the top of my corset. I should have worn a chemise and covered my breasts. I do hope you won’t tell mother of my carelessness. I’m so used to having complete privacy in here, you see, to behave and do exactly how I like. As I expect you do when in the privacy of your room!’

Her sultry suggestive tone and tantalising smile had the man’s heart pounding away. Of course he was fully aware what game she was playing, so to let her know how successful her teasing was, he stood straight up enhancing the bulge in his trousers drawing her attention to the outline of his erect penis.

Peter hadn’t expected such blatant sexual behaviour from the girl but he was pleased the ‘punishment’ had quickly progressed in the way he wanted.

‘I think we’ll begin with you standing at the foot of the bed with your derrière facing me. Have you also remembered how I told you that a display of obedience and submission from you would be beneficial - your experience will be less harsh and painful? Chastisement and humiliation is what your mother ordered - how that is interpreted she left to my discretion.’

Peter took the girls wrists, one by one and snapped on handcuffs, shackling her to the iron bed-post. He intentionally brushed his erection against her bottom as he moved from left to right; she didn’t protest or flinch.

‘Are the restraints really needed, Peter?’

Her indication that she was willingly going to let him have his way - and hearing her addressing him by his first name greatly increased his arousal. Leaning forward, again pushing his erection into the soft flesh of her arse cheeks, he whispered in her ear.

‘Seeing you handcuffed to the bed makes the view ever more delightful.’

There was a prolonged silence which increased the tension felt in Clara’s belly that turned into a sexual thrill - her breathing became very loud and heavy. Clara sighed in an excited way when she felt the man’s hands come round her body and she felt his fingernails rake over her nipples. The harder he scratched over the areola of each nipple the more intense were the lascivious utterances. When Peter let the cane finally make contact with her bottom she flinched automatically, though it merely stroked across her buttocks; the expected sensation of stinging pain greatly aroused the girl and caused the older man’s penis to harden and throb.

The relatively new design of young women’s frilly panties exposing most of the thigh was something a man of Sir Peter’s age and standing had never had the joy of seeing before, well not in normal circumstances; in his younger days females never showed so much bare flesh. Flicking the cane across Clara’s backside caused her bottom to constantly tense then relax; that sight alone heightened the thrill for the older man.

When Peter randomly whacked Clara’s arse with more force she stiffened and cried out, then mentally expecting more took in a deep breath and recoiled when she felt the cane tease her buttocks. Peter’s eyes watched every movement, every wriggle of the girl’s rear end as it pushed out then relaxed. The silky material of the divided legged under garment started to separate, showing glimpses of the young woman’s arse crack. Peter fought the urge to undo his breeches and take out his cock, though his spare hand dropped to grasp his crotch, massaging his erection.

For variety he put down the cane and instead used the paddle to slap the girl’s arse with a little more force knowing it would not break the skin. Clara felt a throbbing hotness replace the stinging pain. Peter found it delightful that the flat paddle tended to widen the opening of her crotchless knickers, displaying more nakedness. Clara, knew her rear end was being revealed to Sir Peter, yet instead of speaking up to protest she remained non-verbal - the only sounds that came from her mouth were gasps and deep intakes of breath.

What came next was totally unexpected. Peter, almost intoxicated with sexual arousal had once more picked up the cane, whilst still using the paddle on Clara’s delightful wobbling cheeks. The girl uttered a loud yell of surprise when she felt the cane slide between her legs and make contact with first her anal opening then as Peter turned it upwards forming an arc it rubbed against her cunt slit. Such a thin stick had a powerful effect on Clara.

Within seconds the girl was moving her hips back and forth as though she was pleasuring herself. Peter now regretted tying her wrists to the bedposts, wishing her body was free to bend over low. Clara quickly stopped bothering to disguise or hide the sexual thrill she was now feeling, intentionally moving her pelvis as though she was being penetrated by a hard penis. Through half closed eyes she noticed Peter’s image, reflected by the glass pane of a cabinet door. He had discarded the paddle and was now using his left hand to masturbate - his erect cock was out on show. Clara became so turned on that she increased her movements, frigging herself on the cane as it pressed first against her anus then against her wet cunny.

Gazing at the reflection, the girl could not help but admire the length and girth of Peter’s erect member; the swollen purple head that was only an inch or two from touching her flesh. Now the sounds were moans of passion. Suddenly her attention shifted when she saw movement behind Peter. For a few seconds she froze not knowing what to expect, a scream or angry shout perhaps. Undetected, the door had opened and the face that appeared was that of Clara’s mother, Lady Amelia!