Chapter Five

 

Lashley’s voice cut through the assembly.

‘I am now going to bring in one of our younger Dominatrices, Maudine. She is only 13, but she has great facility with the riding crop, and is expert at humiliating men who are getting on in years. Men who have not yet learned their lessons. A girl less than half one’s age gives more shame than one nearer to one’s own. ’

A shudder ran through the assembly as Maudine danced lightly forward on the stage. She was a fair-haired slip of a girl with bright blue eyes and a rose-bud mouth set in a constant smile. Her cheeks were touched with make-up, reminding the men of their own daughters and younger sisters. As they drew mental comparisons, their faces flushed with embarrassment.

She wore blocked ballet dancing shoes and a pair of short white socks turned over just above the ankles. Her straight legs disappeared under the hem of a very short pink frilly dress which had a tight bodice front and no sleeves. Her breasts as yet were undeveloped.

Cyril noticed a white-haired man towards the end of the chain surreptitiously start to move his hand backwards and forwards between his legs. His lips were moving and an eager look appeared on his face, betraying him.

The girl looked down from the stage and saw the man’s state of excitement.

‘That thilly man there,’ she lisped. ‘What’th your name?’

‘Cecil, mistress. ’

‘Thethil, eh? Well, Thethil, you’re going to be thrathed. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’

Cecil gasped and moved awkwardly, not daring to disagree.

‘Little Thethil playth with himthelf a lot, doeth’nt he? Well, we’re going to give him thomething to remember when he playth again. You’d like that, Thethil, wouldn’t you? Come up here, Thethil tho everyone can thee you. ’

The man’s face was a mixture of fear and exhilaration as he obeyed her command.

‘Now then, Thethil, how old are you?’

‘Fifty-six, mistress. ’

‘Fifty-thix. Have you been thrathed before, Thethil?’

‘No, mistress. ’

‘But you’re looking forward to it now, aren’t you? Ethpethially becauth I am more than four timeth younger than you. ’

Maudine ran her hand over Cecil’s naked bum. Then she cupped his quivering cock and began to milk him gently.

‘Aren’t you athamed to be theen like thith?’ she asked.

Cecil fell to his knees as the come started to ooze in her hand.

He panted. ‘Yeth . . . I mean, yes, mistress. I am ashamed. ’

Maudine laughed lightly.

‘Turn over on your handth and kneeth. We’ll do it like a little doggy-woggy. ’

Cyril was close enough to the stage to hear the crop zing through the air before it cut into the trembling man’s upturned bum. Fascinated, he watched the quivering bum-flesh turn from pale yellow to pink; then to bright red before the stripes became purple and black. All the time Cecil’s shrieks pierced the air as the crop kept stinging down remorselessly. Tears streamed down the miserable man’s cheeks. His lips quivered and his supporting arms, planted on the stage, struggled to keep him from collapsing.

‘You like thith, don’t you, Thethil?’

The man’s answer was choked by his tears.

‘Anther me, Thethil! Quickly!’

He gulped and nodded.

‘Ye . . . yes, mistress. I like you to thrash me. ’

She looked around the hall in triumph.

‘Everyone to laugh,’ she ordered.

Laughter came weakly at first.

‘Louder!’ she screamed.

The laughter rose.

‘LOUDER!’

Each man was now screaming his forced laughter as loudly as he could, each afraid of being caught for not joining in.

The thought going through Cyril’s mind as he bellowed in agreement was he was thankful she was not thrashing HIM.

At last it ended and the laughter died away. The girl looked around the room, her eyes eagerly seeking anyone who dared to dispute her right to do as she had done.

‘You!’ She pointed to a meek little man standing at the end of the chain of slaves. ‘Come here!’

The man fell to his knees and began to shuffle towards her, his face showing his fear of the riding crop she held. When he reached the full extent of the chain, he was unable to advance further.

The girl flushed.

‘Come here!’ she repeated. ‘At once. ’

In distress, the little man started to sob.

‘I can’t, miss . . . mistress,’ he wept. ‘The chain won’t let me go any farther. ’

As he spoke, the chain leader freed the man from his bum-ring.

‘No excutheth now,’ she snapped, her little chest heaving. ‘I’m going to flog YOU . . . NOW. Bum high!’

The man, old enough to have been her grandfather, moaned but dared not object.

‘How old are you?’ the girl asked.

‘Sixty-five, miss . . . mistress. ’

‘And you want me to flog you, don’t you? Tell me. ’

The old man looked tearfully at her without replying.

‘Thpeak old man. You want it, don’t you?’

‘If my mistress wants to flog me, I want it. But - but . . . ’

‘Yeth?’

‘Could my mistress please flog me in private? Not in front of the assembly. ’

The girl clapped her hands delightedly.

‘In private? Why?’

‘My mistress is much younger than me. The shame . . . the shame in front of others . . . ‘

The old man fell on his knees and wept, his flabby cock dangling in front of him like a wrung-out dishcloth.

‘Mitherable, worn-out old fool,’ she screamed, ‘I’m going to teach you to have rethpect for younger people. ’

‘Mercy, mercy, mistress,’ he moaned,

Ignoring his pleas, Maudine ordered him to lie across the table, bum up.

The screams of the old man as the crop flashed down on him, strokes that fell in rapid succession, made Cyril aware of why the girl was one of Lashley’s favourite pupils. He dared not think what she would be like in a few years’ time.

At last the lashing was over. The old man lay writhing across the table, unable to rise.

‘Now, old man,’ panted the vicious little girl, her bodice stained with sweat, her unformed breasts heaving with exertion, ‘did you enjoy that?’

The old man groaned.

‘Yes, mistress. I enjoyed it. ’

‘Every time you thee me you will kith the ground where I am thtanding. Underthtand?’

The old man groaned again and nodded.

‘And are you athamed of yourthelf?’

‘Yes, mistress, I am ashamed. I shall never see you without remembering my thrashing - and being grateful to you for it. ’

‘Are you married?’

The man sobbed.

‘Yes, mistress. ’

‘Children?’

‘Two - son and daughter, mistress. ’

‘Then you will write to them and thay how much you have enjoyed your thrathing. Tell them they muth come immediately and thee your bum markth. ’

The old man nodded, too overcome to speak.

‘Any grandchildren?’

He nodded again.

‘How old?’

‘Twelve, eleven and nine, mistress. ’

‘Tell them to come, too. Let them thee your bum ath well. I want them all to thee your dithgrath. Now get up. ’

As the wretched old man staggered to his feet, his hands gently feeling his bleeding bum, his flabby cock oozing slightly, he looked pitifully at the harsh girl who stood smiling at him.

‘What have you learned today?’ she asked.

‘FEMINA DOMO HOMO,’ he gasped.

‘Now kith me,’ she ordered.

She turned her back on him, pulled up her dress and bent double. She was wearing no knickers.

As the old man sobbed and placed his lips on the cleft between her buttocks, her shrill laughter filled the hall.