“Oh, Lord, oh, my bottom hurts me terribly already, Selena,” I sobbed, forgetting all my pride in the face of this complacent sentencing to more suffering. “I've had a good hard spanking already. Oh, please, it's as bad as Mr. Raleigh ever gave me.” And then I turned red and caught my breath sobbingly for this admission before the lovely servant girls seemed the very utmost of my humiliation.
“Now you lie still an' grit your teeth, Mis' Lucille honey, and we'll finish up very soon,” Rosa said comfortingly to me, patting my bottom with the hairbrush, no doubt meant for a sympathetic gesture, but one that made me burst into tears of shame and misery. Then again I felt the sharp loud cracks of the brush descending on my writhing, squirming, burning bare seat, and I cried out in suffering, my hips and legs getting out of control from the violation of my nerves. I kicked my legs frantically, squirming over her lap, and I felt Selena tighten her grasp on my twisting hands.
“Oh, please, oh, please, no more, oh, ow… oh. Rosa, please let me off now,” I sobbed frantically, turning my tear-stained face back to her just as I had done with Mr. Raleigh, forgetting all my resolutions before the terribly smarting, throbbing, searing of my naked hindquarters.
“I think she had enough, Rosa. How about it?” Selena said.
“Yes! Oh thank heavens.” I sobbed in relief, wanting to plunge my hands to my furiously swollen bottom and soothe the gnawing heat that invaded every inch of it. It was Selena who, murmuring words of sympathy, helped me rise, weeping bitterly and rubbing my seat unashamedly as I stood trembling, head bowed, before the beautiful servant who had spanked me so severely at Mr. Raleigh's order…
After a time to let me exhale my sobs and tears, Rosa stammered, “You-you have to-to thank me, Mis' Lucille-just like Mr. Raleigh said. Please don't be mad with me, Mis' Lucille, it-it makes me want to cry to spank you so hard… You know why I had to do it…”
Mastering my sobs, I managed at last to falter out the atrociously humiliating formula Mr. Raleigh had exacted: “Th-thank you R-Rosa for sp-spanking me in-in Mr. R-Raleigh's place.”
“Y-yes, oh Lord t-till t-tomorrow night,” I groaned miserably, as I stumbled to my dresser and took out the black silk nightdress which was my only one and which held such terrible associations for me of punishment, humiliation, and physical repugnance.
I got into bed, lying there on my sides, my poor bottom feverishly throbbing, and could hardly say good night when they both said it to me, turned out the light, and left the room.
CHAPTER 4: SELENA'S PUNISHMENT OF ME
The next day was even more anguishing for me to endure till nightfall, because my poor bottom was awfully sore and sensitive from Rosa's spanking and I knew I had to endure more from Selena, who would not spare me either. I was restless with my anxiety and shame and I longed for Mr. Raleigh to come home and spank me himself. Yes, even if it meant he would… take his other… satisfaction of me afterward. Thus I had become a frightened, conquered white slave girl to this handsome, cruel, strange man whose prime interest in a pretty girl seemed to be to whip and humiliate her instead of showing affection before her lovemaking.
The evening dragged more agonizingly than the previous one had done as I waited with trembling suspense and mortification for my hour to come. And at last it did, at about the same time. The girls came to my room, and, this time feverishly impatient to get it over with as quickly as I could, I had already anticipated them and taken off all my clothes and was sitting on my bed, my face red with shame and quivering with despair and tension.
When Selena seated herself in the chair, I got off the bed, thinking to go to the dresser and get the hairbrush as before. But Rosa spoke up nervously. “Mis' Lucille, Mr. Raleigh he just call a few minutes ago an' he asked me about last night. I told him you took the-the sp-spanking like a good girl, and he say that's fine, but he tell me Selena, she suppose to use the strap on-on-you tonight. And you have to bring it to her from his bedroom, Mis' Lucille an-an kneel down and give it to her and tell her what it's for…”
“Oh, Rosa, Rosa, no, oh please-oh… oh… let me wait till tomorrow morning, please, I beg of you,” I sobbed, wringing my hands in my desolate shame at this alteration of my unjust and degrading “discipline.”
“Oh, I'll gladly take a harder spanking from him, and I'll tell him I refused to let you spank me and fought you-”
“Uh uh, Mis' Lucille, I can't do that nohow, honey. Mr. Raleigh tells me he knows you going to want me to do that, and we supposed to tie you down if you don't obey what he tell you to do. An' then tomorrow, if he find out you dort't obey, he going to have you tied up and make Selena and me whip you with the martinet, Mis' Lucille… You better do just like he says, honey, cause I know how that awful martinet hurts a girl's bottom.” And that reference to the time the girl had soothed my cruelly whipped bottom after he had taken his unnatural will of me made me weep harder. Hardly seeing from the tears in my streaming eyes, I went to his bedroom, got the black leather strap which he had first used on me as I knelt tied up on that backless chair the first awful night, and returned to my room sobbing and trembling as I knew what shameful ritual I had to perform now.
I knelt down, holding up the strap to Selena, who had taken her place in the armchair, and tearfully sobbed, “H-here is the strap Mr.-Mr. Raleigh wants you to-to spank me with to-to keep me obedient, S-Selena.”
“Yes, Mis' Lucille. Now you get over my lap and Rosa she hold your hands so you won't roll off, Mis' Lucille he say if you do so, we have to tie you and give you lots more punishment for that. Mis' Lucille honey, please be a good girl and be brave. I don't mean nohow to do this to you, you know that,” Selena told me huskily.
And once again I took that degrading, juvenile, embarrassing position across the lap of the young girl, felt her slim arm grasp round my bare shivering waist, and Rosa grip my trembling hands…
Then the strap began to blaze its way across the twin cheeks of my upturned helpless bottom. I tried to be encouraged, but the hard spanking of the night before coupled with my mortification at this way of being punished by servants-for I could not tell myself they were more than this, no matter how kind and sweet they really were- destroyed my stoicism. And soon I was crying and twisting and kicking my bare legs haphazardly as Selena impassively cracked the wicked flexible leather strap over my bottom, back and forth from top to base, just as Rosa had used the hairbrush. But the strap, smacking as it did each time across both my hindquarters, agonized me a good deal more, and I jerked at my held hands and turned my head around to beg Selena for mercy by the time she had given my poor bottom twenty-five strokes. It was Rosa then who told me I must grit my teeth and bear it, for my spanking wasn't near over and that Mr. Raleigh had said he thought that fifty was a proper amount for a naughty little girl to get… And those words of his which I knew to be convincingly his own, repeated by her, made me sob and weep like a child as I lay squirming and trembling over Selena's slim lap. She resumed the whipping after a pause, gently asking me if I was ready, and I begged her feverishly to hurry and finish it just as quickly as she could because my bottom hurt me terribly still from last night. She only said she had her orders and I would have to be submissive and try not to get off her lap. “But Mr. Raleigh said I could cry as much as I wished.” And that ironic, cruel remark of my master-for there is no other name for him now-brought a new crisis of sobs, interrupted harshly by the resumption of the noisy burning cracks of the strap in Selena's slim strong young hand.