The Magpie Madam: Punishment

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Punishment

I put my head back down on the pillow. The room had grown colder while I was sleeping, and I couldn’t hold back a shiver. The scent of his pipe wafted gently through the darkness, wrapping me in his essence.

It was fascinating to me, how one person could have so much affect on another without so much as a single touch.

“Have you ever been paddled?”

My body tensed at his words, and an image came unbidden into my mind. He stood at the bed side, shirtless, with one arm raised over my bottom, bared to his view under flipped up-skirts. I shivered again, and imagined what it would feel like, his hand coming down hard on my soft flesh. It would sting, certainly. But after….

Moisture pooled between my thighs and I nearly shifted to find relief before remembering his admonition to remain still.

“Not since I was a child, I finally answered. It felt like I should say something more, but also as if I should remain quiet. I opted for the latter, figuring it was best to err on the side of caution. This man didn’t seem the type to suffer prattling girls for any length of time.

After that deplorable service downstairs, I thanks you deserve to be paddled.” He set his pipe down on the table beside the bed. “You must not cry out. You must take your punishment quietly, and without struggle. If you are good, there will be a reward at the end. Do you understand?

I tried to nod, but my position made head movements awkward. Then I remembered his admonition from the parlor.

“Yes…Sir.” It came out slightly muffled, but it seemed to pass muster.

There was a slight knock on the side table, and then a rustling from the corner where he’d been sitting. I so wanted to lift my head again when there was a long, silent pause, but my curiosity at being ‘paddled’ was stronger than my need to know what he was doing that exact moment.

There was more rustling, like clothes falling on furniture, and then footsteps crossed to the bed. I felt him, his presence just next to him. The heat emanating from his body called to mine, and I shivered again, wanting nothing so much as to wrap myself up in it like a heavy bearskin rug.

I flinched when his fingers touched my ankle. Not because I didn’t want it, but because I didn’t expect him to touch me…just there. I was worried he might pull away, but he simply grasped my ankle tight in one hand, and then reached out to grasp my other ankle in the other hand. He spread my legs open, and then slid his hands up each leg, the motion bringing my skirt with it by default, until the back of my skirt was resting on my back, and my bare bottom was exposed to the cool air.

Rather suddenly, I was burning up inside.

“Keep your legs open. And remember, not a sound.”

A few seconds later, his palm struck one of my buttocks with a sharp sting and a loud crack.


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