My dream last night, very vivid. A uniformed maid stands very upright, facing the wall, trembling slightly. Behind her, a long, polished dining room table - this is a particularly grand house.Her name is called; she turns, and sees the four girls who have been punished before her, bent in a line over the end of the table. Their skirts are raised: aghast, she sees their red, striped backsides.

She walks towards the master of the house. Despite this being her first punishment at his hands, she already knows the routine, having listened as her four friends were disciplined in turn before her.

She bares her bottom at his command, bends over the table edge, stretches out. She cries out as the whip cuts down, unbelievably painfully. Six strokes, just like each the friends who were now reluctantly observing her thrashing from their table-end vantage point.

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