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and stand up against that tree, facing it and with your hands on your head. You can spend a few minutes thinking about your crime and the court appearance I'm saving you from." Almost incapable of independent thought now I obey without question like a naughty schoolgirl being made to stand in the corner. "You will stay exactly like that until I return - no looking 'round or moving away." I hear his footsteps going back along the path.
I can't think about what he told me to be thinking about. All I can think about now is the thin cotton fabric between my backside and the awful cane. My bottom and legs feel very cool now as my mind focuses unwillingly on that part of my body.
Suddenly I imagine I hear voices in the distance - with a jolt I instantly imagine being discovered like this by some passing strangers. In seconds I'm peering into the undergrowth in all directions trying to spot any sign that someone might be approaching. A twig snaps over to the right and I drop to a crouch on the ground to make myself less visible and strain my eyes and ears in that direction. My concentration on the imagined threat is so overwhelming that I miss the real threat until it's too late.
"I told you not to move." As I begin to stand he grabs a handful of my hair and I'm painfully jerked to my feet. I squeal and want to try and explain but he isn't about to give me an opportunity. He propels me forward and momentarily I lose my footing and stumble. There's an explosive smack and just as I feel the stinging and realise that he's slapped the back of my right calf, there's a second smack and my left calf gets the same. There's a smarting sensation now in both legs as I struggle to move in the direction he is compelling me to, and suddenly I find myself pushed hard against the rough tree trunk.
"Now put your hands back on your head like I told you." I obey without a second ’ s hesitation. I'm thankful that he releases my hair but now his left hand is on my back between my shoulders pressing me uncomfortably hard against the tree. 'SMACK!' His free right hand slaps my right leg viciously hard - because we're both standing now he can't comfortably reach my calves like before so now he begins on my thighs. About a dozen really hard slaps on the back of my legs and I'm crying my eyes out. It ’ s years since I've ever been smacked and I wouldn't have imagined it could hurt so much.
"This is .." 'SMACK!' " typical .." 'SMACK!' " of your.." 'SMACK!' " slovenly .." 'SMACK!' " disobedience .." 'SMACK!' " and you're.." 'SMACK!' " about to learn.." 'SMACK!' " what disobedience.." 'SMACK!' " can cost you.." 'SMACK!' " my girl.." 'SMACK!' "Now .." 'SMACK!' " stand still.."
'SMACK!' " there and.." 'SMACK!' " if I.." 'SMACK!' " catch you again.." 'SMACK!' " then .." 'SMACK!' " so help me.." 'SMACK!' "I'll have your pants .." 'SMACK!' " down .." 'SMACK!' " for the.." 'SMACK!' " caning .." 'SMACK!' " and give you.." 'SMACK!' " double the strokes.." 'SMACK!' " as well.." 'SMACK!' "Is .." 'SMACK!' " that .." 'SMACK!' " quite .." 'SMACK!' " clear ?" 'SMACK!'
Through the crying and sniffling I manage to express the view that it is abundantly clear and that I wouldn't dream of moving again. I can't imagine that I'd dare. The pressure on my back disappears and I'm no longer pressed so uncomfortably hard against the rough bark. That serves only to help my attention focus all the more on the scorching in the backs of my thighs. I can hear him walking away again towards the car but it never enters my head to glance around. Oh why did I ever get myself into this?
Minutes of misery pass by. He should be back at the car by now – unless he was just standing, watching. Thinking about it, he must have been back there the last time, because when he'd come back he hadn't got my skirt and shoes so he must have left them in the car.
Gradually the shock of the slapping recedes and my
I can't think about what he told me to be thinking about. All I can think about now is the thin cotton fabric between my backside and the awful cane. My bottom and legs feel very cool now as my mind focuses unwillingly on that part of my body.
Suddenly I imagine I hear voices in the distance - with a jolt I instantly imagine being discovered like this by some passing strangers. In seconds I'm peering into the undergrowth in all directions trying to spot any sign that someone might be approaching. A twig snaps over to the right and I drop to a crouch on the ground to make myself less visible and strain my eyes and ears in that direction. My concentration on the imagined threat is so overwhelming that I miss the real threat until it's too late.
"I told you not to move." As I begin to stand he grabs a handful of my hair and I'm painfully jerked to my feet. I squeal and want to try and explain but he isn't about to give me an opportunity. He propels me forward and momentarily I lose my footing and stumble. There's an explosive smack and just as I feel the stinging and realise that he's slapped the back of my right calf, there's a second smack and my left calf gets the same. There's a smarting sensation now in both legs as I struggle to move in the direction he is compelling me to, and suddenly I find myself pushed hard against the rough tree trunk.
"Now put your hands back on your head like I told you." I obey without a second ’ s hesitation. I'm thankful that he releases my hair but now his left hand is on my back between my shoulders pressing me uncomfortably hard against the tree. 'SMACK!' His free right hand slaps my right leg viciously hard - because we're both standing now he can't comfortably reach my calves like before so now he begins on my thighs. About a dozen really hard slaps on the back of my legs and I'm crying my eyes out. It ’ s years since I've ever been smacked and I wouldn't have imagined it could hurt so much.
"This is .." 'SMACK!' " typical .." 'SMACK!' " of your.." 'SMACK!' " slovenly .." 'SMACK!' " disobedience .." 'SMACK!' " and you're.." 'SMACK!' " about to learn.." 'SMACK!' " what disobedience.." 'SMACK!' " can cost you.." 'SMACK!' " my girl.." 'SMACK!' "Now .." 'SMACK!' " stand still.."
'SMACK!' " there and.." 'SMACK!' " if I.." 'SMACK!' " catch you again.." 'SMACK!' " then .." 'SMACK!' " so help me.." 'SMACK!' "I'll have your pants .." 'SMACK!' " down .." 'SMACK!' " for the.." 'SMACK!' " caning .." 'SMACK!' " and give you.." 'SMACK!' " double the strokes.." 'SMACK!' " as well.." 'SMACK!' "Is .." 'SMACK!' " that .." 'SMACK!' " quite .." 'SMACK!' " clear ?" 'SMACK!'
Through the crying and sniffling I manage to express the view that it is abundantly clear and that I wouldn't dream of moving again. I can't imagine that I'd dare. The pressure on my back disappears and I'm no longer pressed so uncomfortably hard against the rough bark. That serves only to help my attention focus all the more on the scorching in the backs of my thighs. I can hear him walking away again towards the car but it never enters my head to glance around. Oh why did I ever get myself into this?
Minutes of misery pass by. He should be back at the car by now – unless he was just standing, watching. Thinking about it, he must have been back there the last time, because when he'd come back he hadn't got my skirt and shoes so he must have left them in the car.
Gradually the shock of the slapping recedes and my
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