Corporate Backlash - The Corporation - Part Seventeen


Lisa rose, and picking up a cane that had been lying across her
desk, said,

"Stand up, boy, and come here!"

Jack had not noticed the cane before and a shiver of dread went
down his spine. His teacher had once taken a slipper to him, when
he had been caught experimenting with a cigarette at school, but
he had never been caned. The thought terrified him. He had a very
low pain threshold and wondered if he could stand it without
making a complete fool of himself. Then he realised that he had
just been completely and utterly humiliated by the video
pictures, so it could not get any worse than it was already.

He stood up slowly and manoeuvred his body from behind the desk.
He did not know where to look. Alice was giggling at him from
behind her hand, in a manner that really did make her look about
six years of age.

"Pants down and bend over that desk!" Lisa ordered as she swished
and flexed the cane.

He hesitated, and Lisa said "I will double your punishment if you
do not do as I say instantly!"

Jack undid the ridiculously short pants, exposing the black lacy
knickers underneath.

"You will leave the knickers where they are. They won't get in my
way, and they will serve to remind you that women are far
superior to the mere male and deserve to be treated with the
utmost respect. Something you have been failing miserably at,
from what I have seen. Now bend over!"

He felt exposed and vulnerable, as he held his breath in
anticipation of the first stroke. Lisa was enjoying making him
suffer, and was not yet ready to put him out of his misery by
starting.

"The normal punishment in this classroom is six strokes of the
cane", she continued, "but your crimes are so heinous that I
intend to administer twenty strokes". 

"Oh no" he said, "Please, I will change, I promise."

He was not at all sure he could take twenty strokes.

"I haven't even begun yet and already you are begging. Believe me
Jack this gives me no pleasure," she lied, "but someone has to
show you the error of your ways. Now, don't forget to count out
loud and when I have finished I will expect you to thank me."

Then out of the blue, when he was not expecting it, came the
first stroke. Paralysing pain like a red hot rod that numbed his
brain completely. His whole universe was a thin red whelt across
his buttocks. The pain spread out slowly as he yelped in agony, a
heartfelt cry from somewhere deep within him.

Lisa waited, and waited. She knew he would forget to count and
she also knew from experience when his pain would have subsided
enough to make the next stroke effective.

"We will have to start again, Jack, you forgot to count!"

The words slowly infiltrated Jack's brain, 

"Oh no!" he managed to say, "Please, I AM sorry, one Madam, one
Madam, one......"

"Too late!" Lisa taunted, "But I expect you will remember next
time."

Swishiiiitttt.

Jack cried out again, desperately trying to think through the
searing pain. "One............Madam", he gasped.

"That's better. Only nineteen to go! If it helps at all, you can
think of this as a mathematics lesson," she suggested.

Jack had never experienced such pain before and he was shaking
visibly as he braced himself for the next stroke. He felt she was
trying to confuse him deliberately over the numbers. 'Forget
nineteen', he told himself, 'remember one'.

Swishiiiitttt.

"Yeeeowwwh!" he screamed, "Nineteen.......Madam" and instantly
realised his mistake.

Alice now had such a fit of the giggles, she asked to be excused.
Tears were streaming down her face and she was clutching her
sides. 

Lisa remained composed enough to say, rather cheerfully, he
thought, "Now we will have to start all over again! You have made
me lose count!"

Alice let out one final shriek of laughter, before closing the
door.