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am.”
    “The
sight of the birch frightens you?” he asked, coming around to the side of
the table so that she could clearly see the ten- der saplings he gripped in his hand.
    “Yes, I’m
sorry, but please…”
    “You had
your chance,” he said sternly. “Now you’d better grit your teeth
because this is going to hurt!”
    Taking one of
the birches in hand, and leaving the other on the table, the single sapling
sizzled through the air and came down on her bottom with a nasty sting.
    “ Yeeeaw !” she cried.
    Swoosh, snap.
Swoosh, snap. Aaron repeated the treatment, each time the thin birch landing, a
mighty smart rose on Abigail’s behind, a passionate cry issuing from her lips.
    “Oh,
please!” she cried. “I am sorry.”
    “I’m glad
to hear that,” Aaron said, and he laid another cut on her bottom. “ Ooo , ouch, please!”
    Swoosh, snap.
    “I won’t
let you destroy our marriage with this foolishness,” Aaron said. “You
might as well learn that lesson now.:
    Abigail dug in
harder, gritting her teeth more firmly and gripping the side of the table for
support. Hearing his stem admonishments, she had a feeling this was going to be
a nasty punishment; and she was determined to get through the rest of her
punishment with as much dignity and resolve as her husband.
    Swoosh, snap.
Swoosh, snap. The birch flew against her bottom at least a dozen more times.
After the implement lost its bite, Aaron threw it aside and picked up the
second sapling and began with that. The more composed Abigail bore down harder
still, her knuckles white from holding the side of the table. Try as she might to
get through the horror without another wail, or plea for mercy, she was soon in
too much agony to hold back any longer.
    “Aaron,
please,” she cried out.
    Swoosh. The
birch came down again.
    “Aaron,
please, I’m sorry” she tried once more.
    Unfortunately for
Abigail, her husband was not in the mood to listen. Landing another cut on the
center of her bottom, he admired the raw texture of his wife’s behind. Now
crisscrossed with several dozen pink/red lines, he could see that she’d be
feeling this one for some days. And it was just as well, he didn’t want her to
forget this punishment, not ever
    Swoosh.
Another cut landed. This one caught her right at the tops of her thighs.
    “ Yeeeeawww . Oh, please,” she pleaded with him.
    “So, is
this ridiculous game of yours over?” Aaron asked.
    “Oh,
yes,” she assured him, thankful to know that the end was in sight.
    Swoosh, snap.
    “ Yeeeeawww .”
    “And
you’re not going to pull anything stupid like this again, withholding your
affections?”
    “No, no.
I promise.”
    Swoosh, snap.
    “Ouch,
please.”
    “And
you’ll be going to Brighton Springs just as we planned, no more
com-plaints?”
    “I
promise,” she affirmed.
    Swoosh, snap.
    “Ouch, ow , oh please.” Even her feet were dancing as if she
hoped they could carry her away from this misery.
    “If you
ever so much as hint about anything as demeaning as this game you’ve played
with me, I’ll find a real cane, and you’ll think today is child’s play. You
understand me?”
    “Yes,
Aaron, I do,” she sobbed.
    The last snap
landed, and Aaron threw the birch aside, while Abigail eased her grip on the
table, relieved that it was over at last. Immediately going to Abigail’s
backside, Aaron’s hand was on her burning red bottom.
    “I’m so
sorry, Aaron,” she sobbed. He wouldn’t let her turn about, but was
determined to fondle her tender cheeks, and bring out the desires that they’d
squelched the last day. In a matter of seconds, she was purring like a kitten
in his arms.
    “Oh, my
god, Aaron, let’s go take care of this in bed,” she implored him. She was
all over him, her hands on his body, her mouth on his mouth. “I’m sorry,
I’ll terribly sorry.” The last day had been nothing but a mistake.
    “I knew
you would be,” he said. “But we’ll take care of what we need