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caught her,
    And whipped her little daughter for spoiling her nice new clothes.
    ‘Gustav had it built in Canterbury,’ he added. ‘It was used in olden times to discipline girls.’
    Goosebumps prickled her skin and her armpits felt damp. She swallowed hard. Richard had been speaking in a friendly voice, but now he looked stern and she really did want to be good.
    He patted the top of the bench again. ‘Come,’ he said. ‘Let’s make a start.’
    She didn’t know what he meant, but was coming to see that it was better to just be obedient and trust Richard. He knew what was best. She was standing with the high side of the bench in front of her, at the level of her belly button. He took her shoulders and she leaned forward, her stomach resting perfectly over the dark stain on the angled top. She spread her feet for balance. It came as no surprise that in this position it was easy for him to strap her ankles. Her breasts hung low and heavy below the bench and her arms fell naturally against the back legs, her wrists at the level of the remaining two straps which he tightened securely. It was quite comfortable, her bottom forced up in such a way that she knew it was going to receive some attention.
    Richard crossed the room and she saw his reflection in the long mirror as he removed something from a drawer. He returned with the same sort of gag that he’d put on her that morning. She took the ball into her mouth and he tightened the buckle at the back of her head. Her hair was hanging over her face and he tucked the obstinate curls below the strap.
    ‘Pegasus,’ he said. ‘That’s really quite clever.’ He stood back. ‘Are you ready?’
    She nodded. She was ready. She was going to be strapped or smacked or flogged and her bottom was ready, pushing itself forward, perky and curious.
    She watched out of the corner of her eye, through stray locks of hair, as he opened a tall cupboard and spent a long time peering inside. She had no idea what he was peering at, but he reached a decision, removed something and closed the door. As Richard drew closer she saw a short-handled whip coiled in his hand and tears slipped one after the other down her cheeks. She had been telling herself that discipline was good for her, it’s what actresses need most. She thought the strapping with the belt had been a bit of a lark, and it’s all very well being brave and brazen after the event. But the whip in Richard’s hand looked deadly serious. So did Richard.
    ‘How many do you think you need?’ he said.
    She couldn’t answer through the gag. She shook her head.
    ‘Shall we start with six?’
    She wasn’t sure what to do. Six lashes with that horrifying whip seemed such a lot. Was he suggesting more? Would he settle for six? She just didn’t know. It was all new to her. She nodded her head hopefully and he looked pleased.
    ‘So you want six?’
    She nodded firmly.
    Richard disappeared from view. She listened to his footsteps on the wooden floor and then she heard the whip lash the air, once, twice, three times. He was flexing his muscles, checking the angle of descent, getting into practice. A chill ran through her. She closed her eyes and bit down on the rubber ball.
    And then it came, slicing through the still room and searing her white bottom just below the small of her back. The sound was tremendous, a terrible crack like a jet taking off into the sky. The pain was shocking, electric, totally beyond any pain she had ever felt or imagined.
    ‘One,’ she heard him say and braced herself.
    Her body broke into a sweat. She sucked hard on the rubber ball. Spittle was rolling from the corners of her lips, snot ran in files from her nose. The second strike fell just below the first, just as painful, just as fiery as it bit into her creamy soft flesh, and the whip she realised was fiercer than a belt, the leather finer, sharper, cutting deeper, and she panted for breath and waited.
    ‘Two,’ he said.
    Four more, she was