The switch is ok I guess, but what’s with the leaves? Why didn’t you prepare it properly? Do you want to get into more trouble than you are already in?
She’d stood meekly before him, hands clasped behind her back, eyes respectfully lowered, as he’d he’d delivered his verdict. Appalling behaviour; yes; she had to agree. She’d let herself down badly. She nodded earnestly. She was sorry; she’d said. She was going to be; he’d replied.
Then the sentence. She deserved to be punished severely; to be taught a lesson. He’d ordered her to strip and she’d complied quietly and quickly; not wanting to give him any reason to increase her punishment. Now, what was it to be? A spanking? No, he said. This was too serious for a simple spanking. A session with the hairbrush? No, he said again. What she needed was a caning. Except they had no cane. His eyes darted from her to the window and back to her. He took her by the ear and propelled her towards the back door. ”Get out there and cut me a switch to use on you. Make it a good one, or you’ll pay for it. When you’re done come and knock on the door and if I’m satisfied with it we can get started.”
The door bumped shut behind her and she shivered, naked in the garden. Curtains twitched in the house next door. From the garden at the back she heard a young boy laughing. What was worse? To delay out here, in the shame and humiliation of her nakedness, or to rush the preparation of the punishment instrument in her quest to get indoors as soon as possible and risk the possibility of a harder beating?
