Chiefwhip has one major pet hate - people that leave the loo seat up! Usually, it's women that bitch to blokes about that sort of thing but not in Chiefwhip's case. It was purely accidental - honestly, and it happened twice. The first time, he forgave me because we were watching the Goodies and I really needed to go, if you know what I mean. And in my haste to get back in front of the telly, the inevitable happened.

The next morning, after my ablutions, I had no such excuse. The loo seat was left up and my fate was sealed! Unusually, after breakfast, I was`asked to wash up more or less straight away and I was also told I was going to be beaten afterwards. With that curious cocktail of apprehension and increasing arousal I completed this domestic task. Wearing nothing but a brown dressing gown, I was instructed to kneel up on the settee. He, with no pun intended, whipped out what is probably, for me, his most fearsome implement of corporal correction: his blue and white riding crop. I slipped off my gown to make it easier and shivering more in silent dread than cold, I assumed the required position.

I was expecting it to really hurt, but it stung more because he made good use of that lovely slappy bit of leather on the end. When it's used like a cane, it really bites into the flesh and has actually brought tears to my eyes on more than one occassion. Christ! The back of the thighs is a tantalising and very vulnerable target to a sadist!

*Contented grin!*

Cherry x