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that Rob had confessed to spanking her and warned him against raising a hand to her, Matt chuckled quietly, sipped his coffee, and then put his dishes in the dishpan. Thankfully her temper cooled before he got home, and she had the good sense to say 'sorry'. He was glad it wasn't him who made her too sore to sit this time.
* * *
"Bloody hell!" the tall man swore viciously as he crumpled the telegram in his fist. Did nothing ever go well when dealing with Robert Thorne? He was furious, and someone needed to pay for the fools' incompetence. He went to the door of his study and called for the downstairs maid.
"Sir?" She curtseyed as she had been taught to do, thinking the English custom was a little silly, but she needed the job if her Pa was to have the medicine he needed to control his pain.
"Did you dust in here today, Martha?" the tall man demanded, disapproval in his voice.
"Why, yes, sir, I did!" She'd dusted every little bit of wood and made the room as tidy as could be.
"You moved my personal papers?" he asked, his dark eyes raking over her, enjoying the fear that leaped into her blue eyes when she realized she was in disfavor.
"I picked them up to dust and put them back exactly as they were. I didn't read them, sir!" she added the last, her stomach muscles clenched in fear.
"How do I know that?"
"I wouldn't lie, sir. My Pa and Ma taught me better."
"Did they also teach you it was acceptable to snoop through personal correspondence?"
"No, sir! But, I didn't!"
"You are dismissed. And I will withhold your earnings for the past week as compensation for your snooping."
"But, sir, I did not snoop, and I need my wages and my job! Please, sir. My Pa is ill, and he needs medicine."
The man stood and looked down his nose at her, smiling coldly when he saw the fear in her eyes. He kept her in suspense, letting her dwell on the enormity of losing her position. Finally, when a tear leaked from one eye and ran down her cheek, he said, "Very well. I will permit you to keep your position, provided you will accept another punishment."
"I need my job, sir."
"Then you will pull up your skirts, and bare yourself, and lie across my desk for a taste of cane."
"Cane...?" she repeated.
"A cane is used to administer an unforgettable punishment, young lady. I expect you to obey me immediately or leave my house."
Martha was shocked, but she moved to do as he said. She needed the job too badly to protest. And, if wasn't as though she hadn't been whipped before. Her Ma used a switch or her hairbrush, and her Pa used a wooden ruler. She was grown now, and she could handle a tanning. It was baring her bottom that gave her the most embarrassment. She hadn't been spanked in over three years now, and she was aware that her employer was not related to her in any way. Still, her Pa's pain was terrible and she couldn't bear to see him suffer. She could take a little whipping if it would spare her Pa.
The man took a cane from the cupboard, walked up behind Martha and swished the cane through the air. It whistled, and he knew it would hurt like the very devil when he brought it down on her very pretty bottom with a vicious swing. The girl screamed at the unexpected severity of the stroke and she tried to rise. He put his hand on her back and asked, "Would you rather lose your position in this house?" he asked pointedly.
"No, sir, but you are hurting me!" The line across her buttocks was burning furiously and the thought of another stroke make her knees week.
"That is the entire purpose of the exercise," the man replied and gave her a second welt below the first. Again, Martha screamed, and then she started sobbing from the intense pain.
Martha was sure she would die from the caning as the third stroke landed in the crease below her bottom cheeks. Nothing in her life had ever given her so much pain! "Please, sir, no more. I beg of you. I did not read your papers!" He ignored her pleas for mercy, and gave her two more cuts in a row, one
* * *
"Bloody hell!" the tall man swore viciously as he crumpled the telegram in his fist. Did nothing ever go well when dealing with Robert Thorne? He was furious, and someone needed to pay for the fools' incompetence. He went to the door of his study and called for the downstairs maid.
"Sir?" She curtseyed as she had been taught to do, thinking the English custom was a little silly, but she needed the job if her Pa was to have the medicine he needed to control his pain.
"Did you dust in here today, Martha?" the tall man demanded, disapproval in his voice.
"Why, yes, sir, I did!" She'd dusted every little bit of wood and made the room as tidy as could be.
"You moved my personal papers?" he asked, his dark eyes raking over her, enjoying the fear that leaped into her blue eyes when she realized she was in disfavor.
"I picked them up to dust and put them back exactly as they were. I didn't read them, sir!" she added the last, her stomach muscles clenched in fear.
"How do I know that?"
"I wouldn't lie, sir. My Pa and Ma taught me better."
"Did they also teach you it was acceptable to snoop through personal correspondence?"
"No, sir! But, I didn't!"
"You are dismissed. And I will withhold your earnings for the past week as compensation for your snooping."
"But, sir, I did not snoop, and I need my wages and my job! Please, sir. My Pa is ill, and he needs medicine."
The man stood and looked down his nose at her, smiling coldly when he saw the fear in her eyes. He kept her in suspense, letting her dwell on the enormity of losing her position. Finally, when a tear leaked from one eye and ran down her cheek, he said, "Very well. I will permit you to keep your position, provided you will accept another punishment."
"I need my job, sir."
"Then you will pull up your skirts, and bare yourself, and lie across my desk for a taste of cane."
"Cane...?" she repeated.
"A cane is used to administer an unforgettable punishment, young lady. I expect you to obey me immediately or leave my house."
Martha was shocked, but she moved to do as he said. She needed the job too badly to protest. And, if wasn't as though she hadn't been whipped before. Her Ma used a switch or her hairbrush, and her Pa used a wooden ruler. She was grown now, and she could handle a tanning. It was baring her bottom that gave her the most embarrassment. She hadn't been spanked in over three years now, and she was aware that her employer was not related to her in any way. Still, her Pa's pain was terrible and she couldn't bear to see him suffer. She could take a little whipping if it would spare her Pa.
The man took a cane from the cupboard, walked up behind Martha and swished the cane through the air. It whistled, and he knew it would hurt like the very devil when he brought it down on her very pretty bottom with a vicious swing. The girl screamed at the unexpected severity of the stroke and she tried to rise. He put his hand on her back and asked, "Would you rather lose your position in this house?" he asked pointedly.
"No, sir, but you are hurting me!" The line across her buttocks was burning furiously and the thought of another stroke make her knees week.
"That is the entire purpose of the exercise," the man replied and gave her a second welt below the first. Again, Martha screamed, and then she started sobbing from the intense pain.
Martha was sure she would die from the caning as the third stroke landed in the crease below her bottom cheeks. Nothing in her life had ever given her so much pain! "Please, sir, no more. I beg of you. I did not read your papers!" He ignored her pleas for mercy, and gave her two more cuts in a row, one
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