The Carrot and the Stick by C. P. Vanner Page A
Authors: C. P. Vanner
Tags: Fiction, S/M, Ebook, BDSM, submission, bondage, domination, Erotic, spanking, corporal punishment, chimera, damsel in distress, cp
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accused me of hitting Maurice and, stupidly, I denied it. He said he could see the marks on the boyâs body. He wasnât having his children hit by strangers. I would have to go.
âI started pleading. I didnât want to go. I liked it there. I was enjoying myself. I could not go home for a boring summer with my parents. I had nowhere else to go. I had no money. I told him I would never do it again, if he relented. It had been a spur of the moment thing, but he wouldnât give in.
âFinally, he seemed to think it over and then announced that if I was staying I would not go unpunished. He would treat me in the same way I had treated Maurice, but with the greater severity appropriate for an adult. I should go away and think about it until bedtime. I should then either pack my bags ready to leave early the next morning, or I should report to him in the sitting room wearing my nightclothes.
âI went to my room to think it over but, to be honest, my mind was already made up; I was not going home. So I spent most of the two hours wondering what Alain would do.
âAt eleven oâclock I went back downstairs. I was wearing a nightdress and dressing gown, but had bare feet. I had put on a little make-up and done my hair in a pretty way. If he had been waiting for me, he did not show it. He didnât even look surprised. He told me what he was going to do, and then it would be forgotten. There would be no arguments. He was going to spank me, as I had spanked Maurice. I protested at once that I had only smacked him twice, hardly a spanking, but he said that twice to a boy of his age was severe enough and that anyway, I had the choice; I could leave. Maurice had had no such choice.
âI stood my ground so he told me what to do. Maurice had been naked so I would be naked too. I had hit Maurice on the bottom so it would be my bottom that suffered. I had hit Maurice with my hand, but hands were inappropriate for me. I was shocked to then see him produce a bamboo cane. Lord knows where it came from.
âHe told me to strip, so I did so, taking my robe and nightdress off very slowly. Silly me, I thought he would be overcome by my beauty and let me off. I stood in front of him stark naked, with my hands to my sides, not trying to hide anything. He looked me up and down carefully and made me turn around, but his eyes were cold. There might have been a passion there, in fact there was a passion there, but it was well hidden.
âHe made me bend over the back of the sofa so that my head and arms were on the cushions on the other side. I canât imagine what I looked like, with just my legs and my bottom on show. He fiddled with the cane between my thighs, tapping from side to side, opening them up a little. I felt very embarrassed, as you can imagine. I had never been naked in front of a man before, and here I was showing Alain my most intimate bits in the most brazen way. But it was undeniably exciting.
âWhen I was in the required position I heard him cutting the cane through the air, and then he spoke. âI am going to give you six strokes, Claudine,â he said. âAnd it is going to hurt.â
âClaudine? Who was Claudine? Here I was, little Celeste, offering him my all and he was talking to Claudine. I found out later that Claudine was his secretary. Apparently Claudine looked a little like me. Apparently she came from a very good family and was very haughty, but lazy and inefficient. She infuriated Alain but he could not do anything about her because he needed her family contacts for his business.
âBut you can imagine how I felt. It was so humiliating. Here he was, wanting to chastise his secretary, who probably really deserved it, except it was my body he was using.
âHe gave me six strokes as promised. It hurt like hell but I took it as well as I could. I was crying by the end, though. I must have looked awful, tear-stained cheeks, hair all mussed up. Then he
âI started pleading. I didnât want to go. I liked it there. I was enjoying myself. I could not go home for a boring summer with my parents. I had nowhere else to go. I had no money. I told him I would never do it again, if he relented. It had been a spur of the moment thing, but he wouldnât give in.
âFinally, he seemed to think it over and then announced that if I was staying I would not go unpunished. He would treat me in the same way I had treated Maurice, but with the greater severity appropriate for an adult. I should go away and think about it until bedtime. I should then either pack my bags ready to leave early the next morning, or I should report to him in the sitting room wearing my nightclothes.
âI went to my room to think it over but, to be honest, my mind was already made up; I was not going home. So I spent most of the two hours wondering what Alain would do.
âAt eleven oâclock I went back downstairs. I was wearing a nightdress and dressing gown, but had bare feet. I had put on a little make-up and done my hair in a pretty way. If he had been waiting for me, he did not show it. He didnât even look surprised. He told me what he was going to do, and then it would be forgotten. There would be no arguments. He was going to spank me, as I had spanked Maurice. I protested at once that I had only smacked him twice, hardly a spanking, but he said that twice to a boy of his age was severe enough and that anyway, I had the choice; I could leave. Maurice had had no such choice.
âI stood my ground so he told me what to do. Maurice had been naked so I would be naked too. I had hit Maurice on the bottom so it would be my bottom that suffered. I had hit Maurice with my hand, but hands were inappropriate for me. I was shocked to then see him produce a bamboo cane. Lord knows where it came from.
âHe told me to strip, so I did so, taking my robe and nightdress off very slowly. Silly me, I thought he would be overcome by my beauty and let me off. I stood in front of him stark naked, with my hands to my sides, not trying to hide anything. He looked me up and down carefully and made me turn around, but his eyes were cold. There might have been a passion there, in fact there was a passion there, but it was well hidden.
âHe made me bend over the back of the sofa so that my head and arms were on the cushions on the other side. I canât imagine what I looked like, with just my legs and my bottom on show. He fiddled with the cane between my thighs, tapping from side to side, opening them up a little. I felt very embarrassed, as you can imagine. I had never been naked in front of a man before, and here I was showing Alain my most intimate bits in the most brazen way. But it was undeniably exciting.
âWhen I was in the required position I heard him cutting the cane through the air, and then he spoke. âI am going to give you six strokes, Claudine,â he said. âAnd it is going to hurt.â
âClaudine? Who was Claudine? Here I was, little Celeste, offering him my all and he was talking to Claudine. I found out later that Claudine was his secretary. Apparently Claudine looked a little like me. Apparently she came from a very good family and was very haughty, but lazy and inefficient. She infuriated Alain but he could not do anything about her because he needed her family contacts for his business.
âBut you can imagine how I felt. It was so humiliating. Here he was, wanting to chastise his secretary, who probably really deserved it, except it was my body he was using.
âHe gave me six strokes as promised. It hurt like hell but I took it as well as I could. I was crying by the end, though. I must have looked awful, tear-stained cheeks, hair all mussed up. Then he
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