Rosa had gone over to the armchair and seated herself smoothing her skirt and keeping her eyes away from me. I realized now that I had to bring her the hairbrush. Selena stood beside the chair, glancing covertly at me, and I felt my face and throat and forehead burn with shame as I walked to the dresser and got the hairbrush and slowly came back with it. Trying not to look at Rosa, I handed it to her, and then, biting my lips and closing my eyes, I laid myself down across her ample lap.
“Mis' Lucille,” Rosa murmured softly, “Selena, she supposed to hold your hands so you won't get off or try to stop me.”
I uttered a choking cry of dismay and nervous despair.
“Oh no, no, no, Rosa… Pl-please, don't. No, I promise I won't do that, don't make me do it, Rosa, please don't, this is just awful without-without doing that,” I groaned.
“I–I sorry, Mis' Lucille, but the Master tell me that what you have to do. He say he going to ask me if you did exactly what I told you,” Rosa replied.
I burst into a stifled sob, as I raised my arms and felt Selena grasp my hands quickly without a word. I cannot describe the atrocious despair and humiliation I felt now, draped over this beautiful girl's lap, waiting for her to spank my bare bottom with my own hairbrush while the other pretty servant was holding my hands and no doubt watching me to make sure, as Mr. Raleigh had commanded, that Rosa spanked me properly.
She put her left arm around my bare waist just as he had done, and that mortifying contact made me shudder and groan with my terrible humiliation. “Are-are you ready now, Mis' Lucille?” she asked nervously. “Please, please don't be angry with me for this. It's what Mr. Raleigh he done told me I have to do to you.”
“Yes, yes, oh, for Lord's sake do hurry and finish it, then, please, Rosa,” I groaned, “I'm so horribly ashamed.” And, bowing my head, abandoning myself across her lap, I waited with shuddering flesh and agonized soul for the first stinging noisy blow to fall on my quivering, tensing hindquarters.
The grasp of Selena's hands added immeasurably to my distress, for this additional witness of my own sex to my degradation was almost more than I thought I could bear. In a pitiful quivering torment of moral distress and with that physical apprehension which I can never get over no matter how many times I am spanked, I waited-waited for this designated by-proxy punishment Mr. Raleigh was inflicting on me. And so unjustly… All I could think of was that I must not cry or ask for mercy no matter how much it hurt, for Mr. Raleigh would, with his usual cruel fascination for all details pertaining to a girl being spanked or whipped, ask the girls how I had taken my correction.
And then suddenly the back of the hairbrush cracked soundly against one of my bottom cheeks: the spanking had begun. I steeled my muscles against it, clenched my lips tightly and kept my eyes closed. I heard the girls' quickening breaths, and even that impersonal sound seemed like a new shame added to my misery. Holding my waist tightly with her arm curved over me, Rosa smacked my naked upturned bottom with the hairbrush with a slow, methodical rhythm, first on one side and then the other. She spanked hard too, almost as hard as Mr. Raleigh would have done, and as the smarting spread over my quivering rear, I found it more and more difficult to lie passive across her lap. My fingers shifted and tensed in Selena's hold, which shamed me fearfully. Rosa descended the hairbrush emphatically, and I felt it land in progressive measure from the top of my behind to the base of it, just as Mr. Raleigh would have done. I had not the least doubt that my lovely disciplinarian was adapting herself to this new role based on her own experiences under Mr. Raleigh's punishing hand.
As the blows succeeded one another and the stinging of my bottom grew more and more pronounced-happily I had been able to suppress all my cries and only allowed feverish gasps of pain to escape my tightened lips, though the warmth of my bare bottom now was making my hips twist and start a little every time the hairbrush smacked it-I began to wonder whether Mr. Raleigh had given Rosa any orders as to the length of the punishment and, with this thought remaining in my mind as she continued with inexorable regularity to spank my squirming and burning bottom, I gasped, “Oh, oh… please, Rosa, t-tell me h-how many times must I bear it before it is over. Please tell me so-so I can know what to expect and endure it submissively.”
“The Master say till all your bottom is very red, Mis' Lucille,” Rosa said softly, in a gentle voice in which I detected sympathy and perhaps admiration for the stoicism I had thus far shown. “An' he say Selena she supposed to say when that time come.”
“Not yet, Mis' Lucille,” Selena spoke up, tensing her hold on my trembling hands. “I awful sorry to have to say and do these things, jist lak' Rosa, but it what the Master he orders me to do, please, Mis' Lucille.”
“Oh… oh d-dear… it's all-all right… only please get it over quickly, then, Rosa,” I gasped tearfully, gritting my teeth and preparing my stinging naked flesh anew.
“Yes, Mis' Lucille, I know how it must hurt,” Rosa responded. And with this I felt the hairbrush crack down again on the middle of one of the throbbing naked cheeks of my bottom. I started nervously with a gasp, for it had been so awfully hard and crossed and tightened my bare legs, bowing my head again, which I had raised in my convulsive movement under the resumed punishment. I had tried to count, and believed it was about twenty-four spanks she had given me thus far. I was sure my bottom was very red by now, for it certainly pained me very much. But I suppressed the desire to ask, for my shame was already so great that tears were blurring my eyes, and I waited wretchedly in my humiliation for the rest of my spanking.
Rosa did not hurry. Much to my despair, she continued the same methodical way of spanking my bare bottom: first smacking one cheek and then the other, beginning at the top of my seat and so progressing down to my thighs, then spanking me gradually back to the top of my bottom again. By forty, I was crying uncontrollably and fidgeting and rubbing my thighs together back and forth and uncrossing and crossing my ankles, for I had tried desperately not to kick as that would have been too shameful an evidence of my suffering. My bottom burned me terribly, but the prolonged time of this proxy discipline, as Mr. Raleigh called it, was perhaps the worst to bear. If only she would hit me more rapidly, I feverishly told myself. Oh, how much more did I have to endure?
She kept on now, after a slight pause… forty-four… forty-six, forty-seven. And at the forty-eighth spank which bit harshly into the base of my throbbing, furiously burning hindquarters, I raised my head, my heels kicked to-and-fro, and I sobbed tearfully, “Oh, please, please! Isn't it over yet? Please, it hurts dreadfully. Please. I'm sure my-my b-bottom…
Rosa's arm tightened round my waist and I heard her say comfortingly, “Not yet, Mis' Lucille honey. Now you just be a brave little girl for awhile, and it will be over soon. That right, Selena?”
“Uh huh, Rosa. Her bottom's gittin' awful red now. But you tell me Mr. Raleigh done told you Mis' Lucille, she supposed to get a good hard spanking,” said Selena in her sweetly husky voice.