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Warning: This story is about non-consensual domination. It is
fiction, but it is erotic - despite or perhaps partly because it
is non-consensual.
Copyright: Victor Bruno.
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The Governor's Wife
by Victor Bruno
Part Fifteen
After about a quarter of an hour, a faint hope began to
burgeon in Frank's heart. Perhaps, after all, he wasn't
going to get a thrashing! Yet, much as he would have
wished to make sure, he dare not ask, of course. That
might precipitate the very torment he must avoid! No
..... all he could do was stay there and continue hoping.
No matter what the throbbing agony of his weals.
What was his Mistress doing, he wondered? Looking at
him? Gloating over his miseries. Or simply ignoring him?
Either course was equally hurtful to him. Certainly he
could hear her occasionally as she moved about the room
behind him. Getting a drink maybe, (Oh God, what
wouldn't he have given for one at that moment!) sitting
down again, lighting another cigarette, rustling the
pages of a magazine. While all the time he crouched like
a whipped dog in the corner.
Yes, just like a whipped dog. For that's what he was
really. Except that a dog would not be made to keep its
nose to the carpet all the time!
The quarter of an hour became half an hour; then
three-quarters of an hour ....
"I have decided, Frank ...."
Hettie's calm voice, breaking the long silence, almost
made Frank jump out of his skin. Instantly every nerve
in his body was quivering on the 'qui vive'.
".... that I shall not punish you tonight ...."
Frank was almost sick with relief as the tension within
him dropped.
".... that might necessitate hospitalisation ...."
It certainly would, thought Frank. So that was the only
reason then? His sufferings were obviously of no
account!
".... which I prefer to avoid. Accordingly, I shall
punish you when you next come here."
The tension soared up again within Frank. Christ! ....
so he wasn't going to escape after all! So it had only
been postponed! The bitch, the cruel bitch! So now he
would have days in which to sweat and agonise over what
was to come! Oh .... how could he go on like this?
"Have you nothing to say, Frank?"
"No .... no, M-Mistress." Frank's voice was weak and
hoarse.
"Not even that you deserve it, Frank?"
"Yes .... I deserve it, Mistress," said Frank dully.
"That won't do, Frank. It's not like you said it before
....."
"I .... deserve it, Mistress .... I really do deserve
it, Mistress," said Frank, trying to fight down his
bitterness and put genuine feeling into his voice.
"Yes .... you do deserve it, for playing with yourself
in that secretive, disgusting fashion, don't you?"
"Yes .... I do .... Mistress ...." whined Frank
hopelessly.
"And you will benefit from it?"
"Oh yes .... Mistress .... yes ...."
"Good ...." said Hettie in that calm, satisfied way of
hers. "And I really think you will, Frank. For I may as
well tell you here and now, that I intend to give you an
even more severe hiding than the one I gave you this
afternoon!"
Frank felt the icy tingling in his scalp run down his
spine. Even more severe? Was that possible? How would he
be able to endure it? It seemed quite impossible!
"You may get up now, Frank," concluded Hettie. "Go back
to the bedroom and get changed into your prison outfit.
I don't think your guard will be much longer than a
quarter of an hour."
Tears formed in Frank's eyes as he staggered stiffly up,
groaning with the awful aching in what seemed like every
muscle. He was merely moving from one form of Hell to
another! And there was no escape.
None!
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