The last ten lashes of Cat`s whipping in the Car Park had fallen on flesh already marked, and, although her skin was not broken, when she examined the damage in the mirror she found that her sit spot was quite bruised. Sitting on her office chair was not particularly pleasant, in fact it was quite painful, and when she had to play the stern manager and admonish one of the girls, the irony was not lost on her.
`Sir` always insisted that she used copious amounts of arnica and bathed regularly using witch hazel to clear up her marks as soon as possible after a whipping, insisting that for each performance, she presented pristine unmarked flesh.
He said that if they wished to charge top dollar, she had to be unmarked, and look as though each time he whipped her it was for the first time.
It was three or four weeks before she was fully clear of welts, her breasts and buttocks now back to their normal creamy flawless texture, and although `Sir` continued to enjoy her sexually, there were no more public performances.
Finally, he informed her that he had arranged a private punishment for her, which was to be administered by a certain very wealthy lady. She was to be beaten with a scholastic cane on her bare bottom in the privacy of the lady`s home, and that their fee would be the highest they had ever earned.
Catherine was uneasy about the situation, she trusted `Sir` and knew he would not exceed her limits, but being thrashed by an unknown woman over whom they had no real control was risky, she could be scarred and she would hate that, as well as it possibly having detrimental effects on their potential future earnings.
`Sir` was having none of it, insisting that he would be present to ensure her safety, and anyway he had made the agreement and the event would take place on the following Saturday afternoon.
So, when `Sir` collected her and drove her to a large secluded house in the countryside, her stomach was filled with butterflies, she was so nervous. On their arrival, they were greeted by a striking looking woman with short iron grey hair and who, despite appearing to be in her mid fifties, looked remarkably strong and athletic.
The woman invited them in cordially, and assured them that all her staff had been given the afternoon off so they would be undisturbed. She said she would not offer them a drink until after they had finished their `business` when she thought the young lady might appreciate it more.
She explained to them that fifty years previously she been Head Girl at a prestigious private school for young ladies and that a number of sixth formers had foolishly bunked off to a pub in the nearby village where they were apprehended by the village constable and brought back to face the music.
The Head Mistress had charged her and her fellow prefects with dealing out justice which they had done, and she wished to experience that thrill once again.
`Sir` and Cat were led upstairs to a room equipped with a couple hospital type beds and a small chair and desk on which, to Cat`s consternation rested a thirty inch length of rattan cane about 3/8ths inch in diameter. She had always had a fear of the cane, so `Sir` rarely used one.
"Now dear, if you would just go into the next room, you will find a pair of pyjamas. I want you to undress completely and put them on before returning here."
After looking at `Sir` and seeing his nod of approval, she complied, going into the second room, removing every stitch and donning the small pair of flannelette pyjamas which she found stretched to bursting across her ample breasts and clinging to her bottom like a second skin.
On her return to the bedroom she found `Sir was sat at the desk and the tall striking looking woman flexing and swishing the cane in a disturbing way
"Ah Catherine Fortescue, time to pay the piper for your escapade at the pub, your companions have already had four strokes each across the seats of their pyjamas, but as a prefect, we consider you to be the ringleader of this sorry little gang, and so you will take six of the best across your bare bottom. Kindly remove your pyjama trousers."
Cat reluctantly obeyed the woman, stepping out of the trousers reflexively folding them neatly on the bed, and quickly becoming conscious of the fact that the tight jacket only reached her navel which gave the spectators a perfect view of her shaven labia and the signs of her growing arousal.
"Good girl, now grab your ankles, you`ll find it easier if you spread those legs a bit more."
"Back at the old Alma Mater if a gal let go of her ankles the stroke was repeated and a penalty stroke added to her tariff, but that won`t apply in you case. Your colleague informs me that you can take a good whipping. Well, I intend to test your metal. Brace yourself."
The woman tapped her cane on the bare buttocks and then drawing back her arm drove the rod into the soft yielding flesh, producing a sharp cry from her victim, causing her to jump up and try to ease the pain from the stricken area.
"Come along, girl you can do better than that. Your master told me that you are regular pain slut."
These words hurt Cat almost as much as the cane itself, and she resolved not to let this cruel woman see how much she was hurt. Never the less it proved a struggle, and as each of the next four strokes was laid an inch below its predecessor, she cried out in distress and failed to hold onto her ankles, although she managed not to break position altogether.
The woman eyed her handiwork, five parallel, bluing, purple ridges decorated the shapely cream buttocks, and with an evil grin, she delivered the sixth, a diagonal from top right to bottom left, creating the classic traditional five bar gate, setting each of the initial five wheals throbbing with agony again.
The effect on Cat was electric, this time she leapt to her feet with a piecing cry, hopping from foot to foot and gently massaging her tortured flesh in a vain attempt to ease the pain.
"Well done, girl, I haven`t enjoyed myself so much for fifty years. You`ll be bit sore for a while and you`ve certainly earned your money."
She then passed an envelope bulging with cash to `Sir` and thanked him for making the arrangements, while Catherine was left to repair to the other room to recover her clothes and dress, which she did, studiously avoiding putting on her panties or hose.
Back at her flat Cat found the sex with `Sir` thrilling if somewhat painful, taking their combined weights on her ravaged arse. It was at least eight weeks before her marks had disappeared and she was fit to resume her unusual occupation and she just hoped that this latest episode had not given `Sir` ideas about introducing the cane into their repertoire.
