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wasn’t until the sixth stroke had
painted its line of fire across Louisa’s bottom that she began to beg.
    “Please… oh, no… please Sir!”   Her bottom began to twist and bob as she
tried to avoid the cane.   Her tears
had begun, though she had promised herself that she would take the punishment
in silence.  
    “Back into position and present your bottom
properly, Louisa.” She sobbed harder, realizing that it was her own husband
giving her the awful order.   Just
the sound of his quiet authority caused her body to respond, and she felt her shame grow .   “Be
still, and lift that naughty bottom high, or would you prefer I ask Headmaster
Thorne to begin anew?”   She sobbed,
knowing that he wouldn’t hesitate to make good his threat.   She had learned the hard way that Edward
never hesitated to enforce any discipline he deemed necessary.   She also knew    she was expected, no required, to
verbally answer any question her husband asked or face additional correction
for disrespect.  
    She barely managed to choke out a subdued reply,
“N… no, please Sir.   I’m… I’m
sorry.”
    “Then obey me and lift and relax your bottom to
accept your strokes and be grateful for the lesson.   Apologize and ask Headmaster Thorne for
an extra to remind you to stay in position!”
    She lifted her aching bottom higher, her shame
at her position intensifying as she forced herself to round and relax her
burning buttocks.   She wasn’t aware
that she was practically crushing her sister’s fingers.   Lucille had her eyes shut tightly, her
tears continuing to flow as she listened to her sister’s moans and cries.   Her heart was pounding with her fear
with every passing moment.  
    She shuddered as Louisa sobbed, “I’m s… sorry Headmaster.   Please may… may I have an ex… extra
stroke?”  
    “Certainly, Lady
Wintercrest,” Thorne answered, his arm already lifting.   The caning continued, and the moans
turned into deep sobs, as line after line appeared across the previously
porcelain skin of her uplifted bottom.   Once a dozen individual wheals were raised in remarkably evenly spaced
lines, he said, “This last shall be the hardest, Lady Wintercrest.   Although you are no longer truly a
student in my school, consider this as a necessary reminder to teach you to
obey the authority of your husband.”   With that warning, he stepped back a bit, lifted his arm and gave her
the hardest stroke of all.  
    Louisa lost her breath for an instant and then
broke and screamed as the last, extra stroke crossed diagonally across the
previous twelve.   Her knees buckled
and she almost fell to the floor.   Fearing additional strokes, she forced herself to return to position,
lifting her well-thrashed bottom as high as she could.   Each wheal felt like it was burning ever
deeper into her skin.   She heard
movement behind her and realized that the headmaster had moved to stand beside
Lucy.   Louisa ached for her sister,
knowing that she had not been put under any punishment in a great while, and
was not in the least prepared for the pain that she was about to face.  
    Thorne rolled the cane across the pale skin of
Lucille’s bottom.   He eyed his
handiwork painted across her twin’s bottom, and smiled.   He was extremely proud of his ability to
discipline a young woman properly; no overlapping of wheals occurred when he
gave a caning – not counting the darker diagonal line she had earned as
her extra.   He felt Lucille cringe
away from the touch of the cane and he said,
    “You would learn a good lesson, Miss Furniss,
from your sister.   She admitted her
crime and gracefully accepted the need for a good chastisement.   Surely you can do the same?”   Lucille couldn’t force herself to speak;
her throat was tight with fear, and she was simply unable to speak.   Thorne sighed deeply and looked up to
see Lord Wintercrest watching him.   He smiled and spoke softly,
    “I am afraid that Lucille