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say, so I carefully laid myself across his lap. I felt almost immediately dizzy, as I’d arranged myself so that my head was quite low down and my behind was sticking straight up in the air. I couldnae see the Laird’s face, but I could have sworn that I heard the revolting sound of him licking his lips.
‘Now,’ he said, ‘it’s very important that ye understand the reason that this is happening. It’s not because I’m cruel, or that I hate ye, nothing could be further from the truth. I have,’ he said, as he started to lift my skirts and petticoat up my legs, ‘only your best interests at heart. I know that your father is a pathetic, wormlike creature, with no backbone whatsoever,’ he continued, revealing the backs of my gartered legs, and surely the merest hint of my bottom. ‘And in order to make a young woman strong and good, she must be taught that she cannae act in whatever way she likes, whenever she…’ He stopped short.
He had seen that I was wearing no underwear. I felt the a cold lick of a breeze on my bare bottom, I felt my tender, virginal quim totally open to the air.
‘My goodness, Caitlin, it seems that you’ve come quite prepared for our wee encounter here today,’ said the Laird, and then I felt his rough, coarse hand on my backside.
He began to stroke my flesh, pushing my buttocks away from the centre of my behind. He felt so strong, as though he could tear my flesh away from my bone should he so wish, but, for the moment at least, his movements were careful and considered.
‘Ye have quite an exceptional form, my dear. Quite exceptional. Ye’ve almost distracted me from my task.’ I felt my wee kitty being pushed down into the silk of the handkerchief beneath me, my lips squashing into the fine fabric as he rested a heavy hand on me.
‘Now, I’ve got the unhappy task of administering corporal punishment to yer backside, ma dear. I’m going to skelp yer bottom so hard that it turns red and is marked by my signet ring. That way ye’ll know that in future, ye must not disobey yer Laird.’
‘Och,’ I said, not thinking, ‘please sir, not that.’
‘Aye,’ he said, and I’m sure I heard cruel relish in his voice, ‘I’m afeart it’s my only recourse. Now, it’s imperative that you thank me after each and every slap, you hear? The punishment is ten slaps, but if you dinnae thank me, they willnae count.’ With a final squeeze of my buttock, I felt the Laird lift his hand away from my flesh, and then, after what felt like an eternity of waiting, I felt his heavy hand come skelping down onto me.
My mouth opened soundlessly and my eyes widened with the pain of the strike. Wee needles of red hot sensation spread out from his fingers across my flesh. I had not expected him to hit me so hard. Shocked, I remained silent.
‘Pardon me?’ said the Laird, ‘I didnae quite hear that. We’ll have to start all over again, I’m afeart. What a dreadful shame.’ Then, without any warning, he lifted his hand again and brought it down with a hard, snapping thwack sound on my bottom, even harder than before. I felt my flesh pucker underneath him, as my body struggled to react to the pain it was experiencing. I felt one part of my bottom sting even harder than the other - it must be from his signet ring. Quick, Caitlin, say something, I thought to myself.
‘Tha- thank ye, Laird,’ I panted, trying hard to concentrate through the shock.
‘Och, well done, dear. What a good lassie. Well, it was my pleasure.’ As he said pleasure , I’m sure I felt his sporran lift, and then I felt something poking me from his crotch. Was it his… My thoughts were broken by another skelp.
‘Thank ye, Laird,’ I said, as my whole body shifted forward with the power of the skelp. I closed my eyes and took the pain, as it radiated around my buttocks, and through my core, all the way around to my wee quim which shivered underneath me, so close to his rough hands.
Again he
‘Now,’ he said, ‘it’s very important that ye understand the reason that this is happening. It’s not because I’m cruel, or that I hate ye, nothing could be further from the truth. I have,’ he said, as he started to lift my skirts and petticoat up my legs, ‘only your best interests at heart. I know that your father is a pathetic, wormlike creature, with no backbone whatsoever,’ he continued, revealing the backs of my gartered legs, and surely the merest hint of my bottom. ‘And in order to make a young woman strong and good, she must be taught that she cannae act in whatever way she likes, whenever she…’ He stopped short.
He had seen that I was wearing no underwear. I felt the a cold lick of a breeze on my bare bottom, I felt my tender, virginal quim totally open to the air.
‘My goodness, Caitlin, it seems that you’ve come quite prepared for our wee encounter here today,’ said the Laird, and then I felt his rough, coarse hand on my backside.
He began to stroke my flesh, pushing my buttocks away from the centre of my behind. He felt so strong, as though he could tear my flesh away from my bone should he so wish, but, for the moment at least, his movements were careful and considered.
‘Ye have quite an exceptional form, my dear. Quite exceptional. Ye’ve almost distracted me from my task.’ I felt my wee kitty being pushed down into the silk of the handkerchief beneath me, my lips squashing into the fine fabric as he rested a heavy hand on me.
‘Now, I’ve got the unhappy task of administering corporal punishment to yer backside, ma dear. I’m going to skelp yer bottom so hard that it turns red and is marked by my signet ring. That way ye’ll know that in future, ye must not disobey yer Laird.’
‘Och,’ I said, not thinking, ‘please sir, not that.’
‘Aye,’ he said, and I’m sure I heard cruel relish in his voice, ‘I’m afeart it’s my only recourse. Now, it’s imperative that you thank me after each and every slap, you hear? The punishment is ten slaps, but if you dinnae thank me, they willnae count.’ With a final squeeze of my buttock, I felt the Laird lift his hand away from my flesh, and then, after what felt like an eternity of waiting, I felt his heavy hand come skelping down onto me.
My mouth opened soundlessly and my eyes widened with the pain of the strike. Wee needles of red hot sensation spread out from his fingers across my flesh. I had not expected him to hit me so hard. Shocked, I remained silent.
‘Pardon me?’ said the Laird, ‘I didnae quite hear that. We’ll have to start all over again, I’m afeart. What a dreadful shame.’ Then, without any warning, he lifted his hand again and brought it down with a hard, snapping thwack sound on my bottom, even harder than before. I felt my flesh pucker underneath him, as my body struggled to react to the pain it was experiencing. I felt one part of my bottom sting even harder than the other - it must be from his signet ring. Quick, Caitlin, say something, I thought to myself.
‘Tha- thank ye, Laird,’ I panted, trying hard to concentrate through the shock.
‘Och, well done, dear. What a good lassie. Well, it was my pleasure.’ As he said pleasure , I’m sure I felt his sporran lift, and then I felt something poking me from his crotch. Was it his… My thoughts were broken by another skelp.
‘Thank ye, Laird,’ I said, as my whole body shifted forward with the power of the skelp. I closed my eyes and took the pain, as it radiated around my buttocks, and through my core, all the way around to my wee quim which shivered underneath me, so close to his rough hands.
Again he
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