“That is as it should be, girl. Yet, unfortunately, it doesn’t send the message that I need sent to the rest of the staff.” Lord James’ eyes were glittering, and Judge Hoyt leaned forward in his chair. “I want the staff to remember this night, young lady. I want them to remember what happens to clumsy, little girls who embarrass my guests, and who make a fool of me in my own house.”
Laura didn’t know what to say and wisely held her tongue. She stood in the center of the circle, slight tremors shaking her body. Lord James turned and walked to the table where I had placed the switches and canes.
“Did your father ever whip you when you were a child?” he asked, testing the heft and whip of each branch. “Did he spank you? Paddle you when you were bad?”
Laura’s face fell, and she cringed. “N..n…no, Sir.” The words were barely a whisper, and every man seated in the circle leaned far forward in his chair.
“Perhaps if your father had whipped you as a child for your clumsiness, you wouldn’t be standing here now.” Lord James selected one of the switches. “A good whipping might have taught you a lesson or two about paying attention to you’re doing.” His Lordship cut the air with the switch. “Now, take off your clothes.”
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