All he’d done wrong was to leave some string on the gym floor but it was the culmination of a litany of misdeeds, one too many, the last straw. She didn’t have to snarl and shout at him, she would teach him his error with a fearsome straight discipline cane and had him report naked to receive it. Having him stretch along the horse she began, lashing the rod savagely, even sadistically across his bare buttocks, delighting in the ever increasing damage she was inflicting. She didn’t lose her temper nor even raise her voice, she didn’t have to, the cane was screaming at him for her. Changing sides to even up the damage she slashed it down time after time for what seemed to be an age. His agony is perfectly apparent, he was praying it would be over. Then she was satisfied he had suffered enough.