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Lady Charlotte was in no hurry to begin Samantha’s second punishment session and instructed her to remain standing by the wall whilst she sought some refreshment. The wretched girl could wait and contemplate the circumstances that had brought her to the punishment room. Making the wretched girl wait was her prerogative and would no doubt add to the girl’s apprehension. Before she left the room, she made sure that the tawse she had decided to use next was visible on top of the spanking horse.

Once Lady Charlotte had left and closed the door, Samantha breathed a quiet sigh of relief. She knew that she had more to come, but at least she didn’t have to endure the stern gaze of her Mistress every time she so much as moved. Her bottom was still throbbing and very sore, but the burning sting was beginning to subside, slowly transforming into a pleasant warm glow that was now spreading towards her loins. She carefully reached under her skirts and gently rubbed her chastened cheeks which still remained uncovered, her drawers dangling precariously around her knees. She then moved her right hand around to her front and guiltily felt her pussy. It was distinctly wet! She felt a strong urge to rub herself, but decided it wasn’t worth the risk. What if her Mistress suddenly returned and caught her? Quickly she removed her hand and clasped them together across her apron to avoid temptation. How was it that she had found having her bare bottom spanked by Mistress so ‘stimulating’? It was a mystery. The spanking had certainly hurt, but she had inexplicably found being across her Mistress’ knee rather exciting and definitely arousing. It was all very strange!

Charlotte decided to leave Samantha waiting for quite a while. She wanted to give the girl’s bottom time to stop ‘blushing’ quite so hotly so that she could enjoy laying fresh bands of red heat across it with her special tawse. In an ideal World, she would perhaps have preferred to have spaced out Samantha’s punishments over several days, since she preferred starting a punishment with a ‘fresh unblemished canvas.’ However, this would have been impractical given the need to deal promptly with the three incidents Samantha had committed. Better to nip the problem in the bud straight away!

Finally, after about half-an-hour or so had elapsed, Lady Charlotte returned to the punishment room. She moved the long wooden bench out into the centre of the room and then stood behind the spanking horse again like a judge presiding over a courtroom.

Charlotte stared intently at Samantha for some minutes before abruptly pronouncing sentence for her second misdemeanour.
“Now we come to your second offence – that of helping yourself to my Sherry. Whilst you probably experienced a nice warm feeling inside consuming my best Sherry, I think you’ll find your next punishment distinctly hotter when applied to your bottom! I propose to give you 12 strokes with this strap. It’s called a Devil’s Tail or Dragon’s Tail tawse. As you can see the end of the strap is split into two tapering tongues, which broaden out at the end forming a triangular shape, a bit like a tail. It’s a heavy strap and I’m told really stings like the Devil when well applied to a naughty girl’s BARE bottom! If you thought a hand spanking hurt, think again, young lady!”

Samantha’s eyes stared mesmerised by the sight of the strap as though it was a venomous snake. It looked really fearsome. She gulped, her stomach somersaulting at the thought of that instrument wrapping itself around her naked buttocks.

“It looks really scary doesn’t it, young lady?” said Charlotte, “I’m sure you will find that it lives up to its name, but I expect you to accept this punishment with as much grace as you can muster. Try not to wriggle around or squeal too much.”

“Yes, Ma’am, it certainly does look VERY scary,” Samantha whispered nervously, wondering how on earth she would be able to stay quiet and still with such a strap lashing her defenceless buttocks.

Lady Charlotte pointed imperiously at the low bench, “Kneel down on the floor in front of that bench. Bend right over it with your hands on the floor and stick your backside out as far as you can.”

Samantha complied and Charlotte quickly raised Samantha’s skirts again to bare her backside. She sat down next to Samantha enjoying the sight of her prone form, carefully inspecting the buttocks of her ‘chatell’. She was pleased, observing that Samantha’s bottom now looked far less red than it had done immediately after she had finished spanking her. It gave her a nearly fresh ‘canvas’ again on which to work. Just lovely!

“Now young lady, in a moment I’m going to thrash your bottom with my strap. It’ll sting … a lot, but you must remain in position. I want you to keep count, thanking me for each one. If by any chance you should attempt to evade the strap or miscount, then I shall start again. Do I make myself clear?”

Samantha ignored the question and started pleading, “Oh Ma’am, do you really have to strap me? Wasn’t the spanking you’ve just given me sufficient? My bottom is still very sore.”

“I hardly think having your bottom hand spanked is anywhere near sufficient punishment for your several misdemeanours! Before I’m finished with you, your backside must be well whacked and welted with my tawse and cane. Only then will you have paid for your misdeeds.”

Samantha kicked up her right leg and stamped it down on the floor, unwisely shouting out in her frustration, “Oh, it’s so unfair!”

“Temper, temper, young lady. You’ll pay for that little outburst. I expect total submission from my staff. Just to make the point, I think I’ll add three more strokes to your dozen.”

Samantha let out a loud groan of despair, “Oh Ma’am, Nooooh! Please don’t. Please be merciful.”

“Certainly not! You must be taught unquestioning obedience. You’ll soon learn under my pliant leather strap!”

“Oooohhhh!” came Samantha’s response.

“Now, returning to my original question, I hope that you understood the need to remain in position and count each stroke… unless of course you want even more strokes?”

“Oh no, Ma’am… I’ll count and try to remain in position,” Samantha whimpered, now feeling totally defeated. Tears had already reformed in her eyes. She glanced at her Mistress. Her face looked very stern, but she noticed that her eyes almost seemed to gleam with pleasure. Was her ladyship actually enjoying thrashing her bottom? Was she somehow ‘getting off’ on doing it?

Before she could ponder this question any further, Lady Charlotte stood up and strolled over to the spanking horse to retrieve the wicked looking strap.

She slapped it playfully across the palm of her hand, a look of sheer bliss on her face as she relished the thought of strapping her maid’s bare bottom so beautifully presented for her over the bench. I’ll make sure she feels every single stroke. I’ll make sure she dances and howls before I’ve finished with her! Oh yes!

“Right, young lady. Brace yourself! You can cry out and squeal as loudly as you want. No one will hear you… but DON’T forget to count!”

Lady Charlotte took up her position to Samantha’s right side standing astride the bench so that she was immediately above her maid’s bottom. She raised the strap and steadied it with her left hand whilst she decided where to strike first.

Samantha closed her eyes and held her breath. Suddenly she heard the strap WOOSHH through the air before landing with a loud THWACKKK! across the crown of her quivering buttocks.

Immediately she experienced an intense burning sting. She gasped and screamed loudly “YEEEOWWHHH!”, frantically waggling her bottom from side to side as she tried to absorb the sudden blaze of heat that enveloped her soft mounds.

Lady Charlotte examined the broad red smear she had imparted extending right across the centre of Samantha’s jiggling buttocks.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, young lady?” Charlotte enquired in the ensuing silence.

Samantha suddenly remembered what she was meant to do. “OH! Sorry, Milady. That was one! Th..Thank you, Milady.”

“That’s better. I won’t prompt you again, so be warned …unless, of course, you want me to start again!”

She then aimed the next stroke low down across the join where Samantha’s round cheeks met her thighs. The strap landed with a tremendous THWACKKK! as it ‘lovingly kissed’ the soft tender flesh. This was extremely painful and Samantha yelled lustily in response, her buttocks writhing in a most obscene manner.

“NEEYNNNG! YEEEEOWHHHH! ….Oh, Ma’am… it b…burns so! OH! OHHHHH! ….T..Two, thank you, Ma’am.”

Charlotte chuckled, “Well, I did warn you this tawse ‘stings like the Devil’! Now, prepare yourself… here comes your next stroke.

So saying she raised the strap up high and brought it slashing down landing with yet another loud THWACKK!, again across the lowest portion of Samantha’s buttocks.

YEEEEOWHHHH!” Samantha howled, tears now pouring down her face. God, how that strap stung, far far worse than her Ladyship’s hand…. and yet, this was accompanied by a resurgence of that wonderful feeling of warmth spreading insistently through to her loins.

Samantha looked round at her Mistress through the blur of her tears. Lady Charlotte looked magnificent, almost regal, despite that wicked strap that she held firmly in her right hand. For some inexplicable reason, Samantha almost welcomed the harsh treatment that was being meted out to her naked buttocks from this woman. She could see that the woman was really enjoying herself which in turn seemed to be triggering off her own feelings of arousal.

Lost in thought, Samantha almost forgot to count until Charlotte tapped her bottom lightly with the strap.

Quickly Samantha whispered, “Three, thank you Ma’am.”

“Try not to lose concentration, young lady,” commented Charlotte. “I’m sure that you don’t want me to start the count again!”

Samantha remained silent, breathing heavily, as she awaited the next stroke. However, Charlotte was in no hurry to continue and spent a while stroking the strap up and down Samantha’s bottom and, at one point, lightly drew the tail up between Samantha’s thighs slowly brushing against her cunt lips and then over her anus. Samantha let out a quiet moan of pleasure and parted her legs slightly, revealing her swollen moist pussy lips.

Charlotte observed Samantha’s reactions. ‘So, young lady,’ Samantha thought, ‘your bottom may be stinging and smarting from the strap, but it’s clearly not all pain for you! Very interesting indeed. Let’s see how you cope with the remaining strokes?’

This time Lady Charlotte delivered two strokes in quick succession that left little time for Samantha to respond.

THWACK!

“Four, th…”

THWACK!

“OOOHHHH! F..Five th..thank you, Ma’am.”

And so Charlotte continued to relentlessly apply the strap, stroke after stroke, painting Samantha’s bottom and thighs a beautiful deep red colour. Samantha howled and struggled to maintain her position, but just managed to retain control of her wits to count out each stroke. She had no desire to push the count beyond the allotted fifteen strokes, despite the contradictory feelings of pleasure that seemed to accompany the pain.

Finally she called out, “F…FIFTEEN! Th..Thank you Ma’am!” She lay across the bench exhausted, sobbing for some time whilst Lady Charlotte stood back admiring her maid’s well-strapped buttocks. Charlotte had found it a most invigorating session and felt incredibly aroused herself. Her right hand slipped down her dress and pressed between her legs. She clearly needed to find release for her arousal, but that could wait just a while longer. She was very strict with herself and managed somehow to resist the temptation to pleasure herself at this stage. She still had a caning to deliver, the final part of Samantha’s punishment.

Lady Charlotte placed the strap down on the bench next to Samantha and admired her handiwork yet again. ‘Not a bad job, if I say so myself!’ she thought.

Right, young Lady. You took that punishment extremely well. You may stand up now and resume your position standing by the wall. I’ll leave you for a while to recover, but I will be back. There’s one more punishment due before your slate is finally wiped clean….the cane!”

Once Lady Charlotte had left the room for the second time, Samantha wasted no time. She quickly gave her well-heated cheeks a quick rub. The pain had been indescribable, but so also had the bright flashes of pleasure that somehow penetrated to her now thoroughly moist cunt. Unlike her Ladyship, she hadn’t the will to resist her urgent demands any longer. She just had to seek relief now before her mistress returned! Quickly, she inserted her hand through the front split of her drawers finding her stiffly erect clitoris and frantically rubbed herself to orgasm with her fingers. It didn’t take long as she slumped against the wall desperately trying to stifle her screams of pleasure as the spasms rippled through her….OH! YES! OHH! YES! YES! OHHHHHHHHH!… MMMHHH! She had never ever experienced anything quite so intense in all her life!
It took Samantha some time to fully recover her senses. Despite the fact that her bottom now felt extremely sore and throbbed, she felt elated. She wiped her hand on her apron and then straightened her dress and petticoats. Her breathing gradually slowed as she tried to compose herself for her next and final session – an appointment with her Ladyship’s cane!