“But naughty girls deserve to be whipped severely,” he declared. “Of course, you haven't been a naughty girl yet, but a good whipping in advance will sometimes keep young girls from doing things they shouldn't. You know the old adage, a spanking in time makes better girls. So I have given you this whipping to make you learn that you must do whatever I tell you and not disobey any orders in the future.”

“But I intend to obey you, Mr. Raleigh,” I replied tearfully.

“Then you know that you have been whipped for your own good?” he said.

“Yes, sir,” I sobbed. I had been whipped so severely, and was so vividly aware of the strap dangling across my bare back and within such easy reach of his hand, that I dared not say anything else.

“Then you should be grateful for it,” he said.

“I am,” I told him, trembling violently over my shame and pain, able to see all my naked body.

“You can kiss me to prove it,” was his next order. Bending to me, he pressed his lips to mine. It was terribly repugnant for me to be made to kiss the man who had just made me strip before him, then had tied me up helpless and severely whipped my bare bottom. But, fearing to anger him, I surrendered my lips to his. My lips were warm and moist from sobbing, and he must have found the added heat interesting, for he prolonged the kiss, and, while cupping my chin in one hand, passed the other over my hair. It is dark brown and I wear it in a Dutch bob, and he played with the row of bangs on each side. My eyes are brown with very long lashes and thick brows and my nose is small-Grecian, my mother told me-with a full mouth and round chin and heart-shaped face. She used, in her few moments of real affection for me, which were rare, to say that I had a lovely white skin and was a real beauty who wouldn't have any trouble finding a husband who could help around the farm-all my parents ever really cared for-with my firm round breasts and legs. But of all the charms of my body, I was, alas, most conscious of my bottom now, and I certainly wished I had not had such a fully developed seat. For that awful strap had bitten into every inch of it and, even while he was kissing me, I couldn't help squirming uncontrollably with the burning the whipping had raised there.