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It was a quarter to eleven when Christine went upstairs to change. She slid into the long black dress she wore for formal occasions. It was full-length raw silk, low cut at the front and with a cunningly engineered internal structure that lifted and squeezed, giving her modestly sized breasts greater prominence and, incidentally and delightfully, dispensing with the need for a bra. The nubbly texture of the material made her shiver slightly as she moved against it, making the butterflies in her tummy even more active.Marie was waiting for her in the study wearing her navy blue cocktail dress whose somewhat severe lines totally failed to mute her vibrant sensuality. “You’ll have gin and tonic?” she asked, as Christine sat down.“Thank you, yes.” Christine sat there feeling a little awkward while Marie mixed the drink; she could not take her eyes off Marie’s quarto notebook bound in red leather resting on the arm of the chair. Smiling, Marie passed her the glass, and she grasped it eagerly. With more restraint, Marie sipped at her dry sherry, then put her glass down and reached for the notebook.“Well, Christine, let’s take a little look at where we are today.” She did not search for a page, she simply opened the book (that notebook would not dare open at any page save the one Marie was looking for). She frowned slightly as she scanned the hand-written notes. “Well, we have that silly business about the parking ticket, and you forgot to pick up the dry cleaning.” She shook her head and smiled. “Pretty trivial that; scarcely worth a single demerit. But this,”  the smile faded, “you missed your hair appointment, which I had made for you.”“I’m sorry about that; it was just all the trouble with–”“And,” Marie continued, ignoring the interruption, “you were half an hour late for your BBC interview on Wednesday. That was discourteous and unprofessional, especially when they Göztepe Escort had rearranged their schedule at the last moment for you.”“Yes,” Christine mumbled, her eyes on the floor, acutely conscious that she had absolutely no excuse.“So,” Marie looked up from the notebook, “I assess that at a total of four demerits for the week, plus an extra two because of your chronic forgetfulness.”“Yes, Marie.” There was a heavy silence as Christine waited for the final verdict“And that comes, in my estimation, to six strokes with a light cane, and six firm strokes with a dense one. Would you agree?”Christine nodded, wordlessly. Marie passed her the notebook and the elegant silver fountain pen, and she signed her name beside the handwritten note, formally accepting the estimate. As she did so the doorbell rang.“That must be David and Adrian!” Marie got up and took the notebook, waving it in the air to dry the ink, “and just in time for lunch.”Lunch went by in a daze for Christine. David and Adrian were good company as always, and Marie was witty and entertaining — far more animated than usual. In contrast, Christine was almost totally silent as her mind remained focused on what was in store for her, her eyes continually drawn to the two canes neatly arranged on the Welsh dresser. Everyone else was studiously ignoring them. At last, with dessert out of the way, Marie put down her coffee cup the way a chairman brings down a gavel to call a meeting to order. “I think we should go into the living room and sit down comfortably, don’t you? David, if you could bring the bottle…” They all rose from the table. Christine was about to pick up her glass, but Marie forestalled her with a touch on the arm. “Christine, will you bring your chair in, and place it in front of the coffee table, please?” Somewhat encumbered by her long dress, she manhandled the Göztepe Escort Bayan heavy straight-backed chair into the living room. David and Adrian sat down on the sofa, while Marie settled herself in the big armchair, the red notebook in her hand. Christine positioned her chair, then looked towards Marie for instructions.  Marie got up and turned to Adrian and David.“As you know, Christine and I have reviewed her behaviour for the last week, and have agreed that she will receive a formal caning from me, with you as witnesses. David, you are free to take photographs, of course. Christine, you may face the chair and raise your skirt please.” Christine turned to face the back of the chair, reached behind, and lifted up her skirt, then hesitated, but not before revealing a fleeting glimpse of red lace.“Christine!” Marie’s voice cut through the air like a whiplash, “why are you still wearing your undergarments?”“I– er– forgot,” Christine mumbled, blushing furiously.“Remove them at once, please.”Sliding her hands under her skirt, she wriggled the offending knickers over her hips, let them slide to the floor. There was a short silence, broken only by Marie tapping her pen against the notebook.“You remain very forgetful,” she remarked, opening the notebook, “how, I wonder, can we improve your memory?” Her hand holding the silver pen hovered over the page.“In my day it would be over to the stables, and a dozen with the crop on the bare!” Adrian observed in her pure Girton accent. Seeing that Adrian was but three years her senior, Christine thought the “in my day” was a bit rich, but wisely she kept quiet.“No,” Marie mused, “I think an additional four strokes of the light cane will suffice…” The pen moved briefly across the page, then Marie looked up, “and perhaps as an additional reminder we should video record this so Christine Escort Göztepe may review it at her leisure. David if you would be so kind?”David retrieved the tripod with the little video camera attached from the far corner of the room and set it up. There was a click and a whirr, and a red light started blinking on the camera. “Now we may proceed.” Marie snapped the notebook shut and put it down. “Christine, will you please raise your skirt again.” Christine complied quickly– acutely conscious of the waft of cool air as she exposed herself. Marie deftly pinned the skirt up behind, leaving her victim completely exposed from the waist down. “Good,” she paused for a moment, checking that the pins were secure, “now please fetch me the light crook handle cane — the Governess model. You know the one I mean.”Christine walked over to the welsh dresser, acutely conscious of her naked rear aspect, and picked up the cane — long, slender, almost white, and sinuously flexible. Holding it in both hands she was about to present it when just in time she remembered to kiss it first. Glassy smooth, and smelling of beeswax, she held it to her lips then held it out. Marie ran the slender shaft between her fingers, as though checking the smoothness, then nodded to the chair. “Bend over, please.”Christine bent over the back of the chair until her forearms were flat on the seat with her hands gripping the seat’s front edge.  She felt the tip of the cane tapping the inside of her left thigh. “Feet a little further apart please,” Marie murmured. As she shuffled her feet further apart, David raised his own camera to take the “before” picture.Marie drew the cane across Christine’s pale bottom. Christine tensed involuntarily, anticipating the first stroke, then with a deliberate effort, unclenched her muscles. As if this were a signal there was a brief hiss, and with a snap Marie flicked the cane down for the first stroke. The light cane was all sting, and the sting was intense. Christine bit down a yelp, acutely conscious of the recording video camera. Another hiss, and the second stroke landed, but she was better prepared for it, stamping her right heel to counter the sting.

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