Her parents had gone to London to court for two weeks or so and Clarissa had heard her father's parting words to the staff.

"Clarissa is in charge until our return. Mind you, however, should she, or any of the other children for that matter, step from the line, please feel free to administer a proper chastisement. Clarissa is sixteen, but I dare say that should the situation warrant, she may still be held accountable with the slipper or worse."

Clarissa's stomach had flip-flopped when she had heard that. She had not been slippered (or any other such thing) since she was twelve. Oh, her brother James (a precocious child of eight) and her younger sister Anne (a lovely young girl of eleven) were still brought over mother's lap for a solid dose of the slipper on a regular basis. She had even caught a glimpse of Anne taking a rather nasty chastisement over her knickers whilst
her father had wielded a cane!

Still, though Clarissa had managed to avoid all punishments doled out by her mother or father (she had no desire to face a punishment from them), she had been in quite a state about the cook. Miss Devon had been employed by her mother just over two months ago. She was a tall and stately figure with curves (concealed properly by her outfit, to be sure) that made Clarissa envious. She was certain that her father would have taken a turn around the bedroom with Miss Devon had mother's eye not been so sharp and her curves just as keen. Clarissa blushed at her wicked thought and brought her mind back around to the business that lay ahead of her.

What had so fired her imagination about Miss Devon had been a particularly nasty incident involving James. Clarissa was not privy to the details, but the affair had ended with both mother and father allowing Miss Devon to strap the boy's bare bum whilst mother and father looked on in attendance. Though Clarissa had not actually seen the strapping, both she and Anne had heard it quite well. And, or course, they had seen James beg off sitting, he preferred to stand as it were, when the family had broken fast the next morning. Her girlish fantasies coupled by her ever-present (though never admissible) hormones had concocted a romantic scenario involving the cook strapping her. She had never enjoyed punishments by her parents but, she had to admit, they had tended to stir something in her. She was not quite sure what that feeling was, but just a few weeks before her thirteenth birthday, she had received her last punishment from her mother. Clarissa barely remembered what had brought it about. Something or other to do with giving her mother a bit of cheek. Her mother had grabbed her by the arm and forcibly removed her from the dinner table and taken her upstairs. Once in the confines of her mother's room, Clarissa had found herself over her mother's lap  with dress up and her knickers being yanked down. Her mother had lectured her in rather severe tones and instead of using the slipper as was normal, Clarissa had been given a firm and long session with a large hairbrush. Though the pain had been awful (indeed, Clarissa had broken into heart- wrenching sobs within ten hard smacks), something else had happened. A certain stirring had begun, first in her stomach and then radiating down to between her legs. The sensation had remained for quite some time after her mother had finished with Clarissa and she had ran sobbing back to her room. It had almost been enough to make her misbehave again so as to further explore these feelings; the memory, however, of not being able to sit at all the next day (nor sit comfortably for a few days thereafter) had been quite enough to quell any actions she might otherwise have taken.

But here again was a golden opportunity with Miss Devon. Clarissa had chanced to overhear Miss Devon talking with Mr. Raven, her father's  personal valet. Clarissa had heard Miss Devon quite distinctly say to Mr. Raven that any punishments doled out should be kept between herself and the miscreant. Miss Devon had been somewhat embarrassed having to strap young James in front of both "the mistress and the master."

"It should have been a private affair and settled between us with no one the wiser," Miss Devon had said.

Mr. Raven, a right proper toady, had taken the view that no punishments should be hidden from either Sir John or Lady Regina (thinking back on that conversation prompted Clarissa to wonder if she or her siblings carried titles of any sort). Of course, Miss Devon had disagreed most vehemently, but Clarissa was not privy to the rest of the conversation as it had been time for bed.

So here was her chance. If she could somehow maneuver the situation, Clarissa might at last satisfy her curiosity as to those feelings without either of her parents learning of her misdeed. But how to go about it was a most perplexing puzzle. She had pondered it for a day or so after her parents had left.

Call it fate or just phenomenal luck, but whatever it was, it arrived at a fortuitous moment. A messenger arrived at the door just hours before  from her maternal grandfather. He was requesting the presence of the children for the weekend and had sent a message asking Mr. Raven if he would be good enough to bring the children their grandfather's estates. Mr. Raven, proper bootlicker that he was, agreed quite quickly. He ordered the carriage be brought around and set about selecting clothing for everyone for the weekend. Clarissa, in a flash of inspiration, feigned a swoon that left poor Mr. Raven in quite a dither. He could not, in good conscience though, order Clarissa to attend, so he satisfied himself with taking James, Anne, and a note of apology from Clarissa.

Clarissa then gave the chambermaid the rest of the day off and promptly set out on a course of action. What she hadn't counted on, however, was Miss Devon's devotion to duty and Clarissa found herself quickly ushered to bed with a hot mustard pack for a companion.

Miss Devon, however, was no fool. After checking Clarissa's vitals, Miss Devon declared that she was at an impasse to explain what was wrong with Clarissa. She was on the verge of summoning the doctor when Clarissa tearfully explained her subterfuge. Miss Devon sat on the bed for some time staring at the young lady. Of course Miss Devon had spotted right off that the swoon was in no way of a medical nature (all young ladies develop this talent for use as a defense or, in some cases, a weapon). Miss Devon had figured that Clarissa had simply not wanted to visit her grandparents for whatever reason. Miss Devon accomplished no small feat in keeping her composure when Clarissa had explained her true reasons for wanting to be alone with Miss Devon.

Now Miss Devon had a bit of a quandary to work out. It was no secret amongst more mature ladies that spankings, strappings, and canings left a lady somewhat flushed. Indeed, more often than not, most women found excuses to receive a bit of the strap from their husbands. Indeed, Miss Devon, herself, had admittedly picked a row or two with previous beaus in order to feel the sting of a hand or worse upon her backside. Often such sessions had led to far more exotic (and naughty) things than corner time. Miss Devon felt most deeply a pang of sympathy for this confused young lady.

Well," Miss Devon had told Clarissa, "I can somewhat understand your reasoning, but I shall have to warn you that though your curiosity shall most probably be satisfied, you will have a distinctly sharp reminder of your musings for some days to come. I do not intend to go lightly upon you and shall, in a most befitting manner, chastise your backside as I would if you had truly deserved such."

Clarissa had felt a wave of relief. "I understand, Miss. I am prepared to face what you deem necessary as well as any consequences of those actions."

Miss Devon had also informed her of something more disturbing. "You realize, don't you, that henceforth, I shall feel completely at ease if I should have to repeat this for any actual incidents of misbehavior."

"Miss?"

"I'm saying that if at some point in the future your behavior falls from the line, I will feel no hesitance in applying a hand or even a cane to your bared backside in order to correct that behavior."

Clarissa had gulped, but nothing could shake her curiosity. "I understand, Miss."

"Very well, young lady. Now I don't really feel proper punishing someone for doing absolutely nothing at all, so I want you to go downstairs and perform some misdeed, whatever you feel like doing, and I shall be along in a quarter hour or so and catch you at it. Depending on what you are doing, we shall see what punishment is in order. You needn't worry, I shall see that you have a spanking for the most innocent of infractions, but
the graver the misdeed, the harsher the punishment shall be that follows."

"One last thing, Clarissa," Miss Devon had said as Clarissa made for the door. "It is my belief that punishments should remain between the one who punishes and the one being punished. So you needn't worry about your parents learning of this unless you do something that would, in good conscience, need to be brought to their attention."

And so it was that Clarissa had bounded down the stairs filled with glee and relief. Once she had arrived downstairs, confusion had gripped her and she was at a loss to find some dastardly deed to perform.

Breaking some valuable of her parents would, no doubt, warrant a minor spanking from Miss Devon, but swift and severe punishment would surely follow when her parents found out about it. If she broke a vase, her mother might notice its absence. A window would bring questions from her father when he noticed a repair bill. It was rather ironic. It wasn't hard to stick your foot in it when you weren't trying to, but if you needed to, it was very hard trying to come up with something.

Finally after a few minutes of thought, inspiration struck and Clarissa dashed for the kitchen. In five short minutes, flour was flung from corner to corner and eggs peppered the walls. Clarissa was in the midst of pitching another egg when a loud and very enraged voice brought her up short.

"WHAT IN HEAVEN'S NAME ARE YOU DOING!!!!"

Clarissa must have jumped straight up to the ceiling for her heels jarred when she came back down.

"When I sent you down, I expected some sort of cheek to me or perhaps a broken glass, BUT NOT THIS!!" Clarissa was suddenly very frightened. This did not seem like the same woman who was so tender with her just a few minutes before. In fact, Miss Devon seemed genuinely out of sorts.

"Miss, I..."

"SILENCE! I have a gentleman calling this evening. He had planned a delightful evening, but now I shall not be able to go because I'll have to clean all of this up." Miss Devon's face was genuinely red and Clarissa was beginning to have doubts that this had been such a good idea.

"The first thing you're going to do, young miss, is go straight upstairs and draw a bath. Then you will get into that bath and get positively clean. And then you will march straight to your room and put on your night clothes. And when I get upstairs, I expect you to be face down upon your bed with a pillow under you to elevate your bottom. You wanted your curiosity satisfied? Well, now you shall really have it quenched. MOVE!!!"

Miss Devon watched with no small amount of satisfaction as Clarissa literally raced for the stairs. If the truth were known, Miss Devon was not really all that angry. She had wanted some excuse to break off her date this evening, but she really didn't relish all of the work that Clarissa had provided her. Of course, Clarissa would never know that the situation was anything but what it appeared. If Miss Devon had been nice about things and seemed to have been playacting, Clarissa might have taken it into her head that punishment sessions with Miss Devon could be a diversionary delight. Miss Devon hadn't been expecting the sight which had greeted her upon arrival in the kitchen, but she saw that this was an excellent way to head off any similar requests in the future. Such appeals might have gotten back somehow to Clarissa's parents and Miss Devon wanted nothing to jeopardize her future with this household. No, Clarissa would probably experience many of the things she was seeking but she would also learn that some experiences had a very high price.

After Clarissa had dried herself from her bath, she quickly pulled on her night dress and scooted for her room. She quickly took one of her pillows and adjusted it so that her bottom was sticking up in a most awkward position. She had no idea what was coming. Obviously it would be nothing that would have brought her over Miss Devon's knees or the instructions would not have included the pillow. She could be facing a session with a paddle, a tawse, a strap, or a cane. Neither of these possibilities brought her any comfort. Clarissa extremely regretted her ever telling the truth to Miss Devon. Now instead of a pleasant spanking from a kind woman, she was about to be rather harshly punished by an authority figure who had just had her evening ruined. Clarissa only found comfort in the fact that Miss Devon planned to keep this between themselves or Clarissa would surely be facing a similar  punishment when her parents returned. She wished she could take it all...

Miss Devon's steps sounded on the staircase. Clarissa's heart jumped and she started sobbing unexpectedly. She didn't really want this. She was afraid that Miss Devon was going to give her a severe hiding. Why hadn't she kept her mouth shut. The sound changed as Miss Devon arrived at the top of the landing. It was only twenty paces to Clarissa's door! Why, oh, why had she done this? She could've been had her grandparents enjoying a horseback ride or listening to her grandmother's stories of court. The latch of her door turned and Clarissa broke into audible sobs and tears.

"Please, Miss..."

"QUIET!!!" Miss Devon almost chuckled.

Young miss Clarissa was in quite a state. Good. Clarissa's sobs elevated in volume when she saw that Miss Devon had the cane in her hand.

"Stop bawling! I haven't even touched you yet. Save your tears for when they are needed!"

Despite the order, Clarissa could not quell the fear and panic that was within her.

"I had considered hiding you over your night clothes, but I see that you really need a true lesson in what tears are for." Miss Devon rested the  cane against the bed and roughly pulled Clarissa's night dress over her head. Then Miss Devon yanked Clarissa's knickers to her knees.

Clarissa howled even more as she realized that her bare bottom was to face the cane. Heat rose in her face as she comprehended that her bare  bottom was on display before this woman. She didn't even hear the first swish of the cane, but she most certainly felt it. Miss Devon had swung with all of her might and had been rewarded with a perfect shot to the center of Clarissa's naked buttocks. The sound was even worse than the   young woman's reaction. It was if her father's hunting rifle had been discharged right in this very room. Clarissa suddenly screamed at the top  of her lungs as if some foul bloke had stabbed her through the heart. A perfectly straight white line erupted into a stunning red mark that was beginning to puff into an unbelievable weal. Miss Devon, however, wasted no time with thoughts of stopping. A lesson needed to be thoroughly learned and completely remembered.

SWISH! CRACK!!!!!!!

Clarissa thought that the pain couldn't get any worse; she was quite wrong. The first cut of the cane had created the most horrible fire on her poor exposed bottom that quickly blossomed into a mind jarring screech of pain. Because the night dress was over her head, Clarissa didn't see the next strike, but the crack told her when it had struck.   What had also told her was the fact that this one had landed just a hairsbreadth from the first one. The pain from the first strike was immediately doubled and added to the agony caused by the second. Clarissa's screams and tears intensified and she jerked upright and tried to escape the bed.

Miss Devon, however, was expecting something of the sort and quickly wrestled the girl back onto the bed. Furthermore, she grabbed a sash from Clarissa's housecoat and quickly tied the girl's wrists to the headboard.

"N-n-no m-m-more, puh-plea..."

SWISH! CRACK!!!!!!!

Miss Devon wasn't sparing any strength in her swings. This one had landed at the top of the girl's buttocks and was already making a satisfactory journey toward becoming a full blown welt.

"I was just going to give you four cuts," Miss Devon grated, "but since you tried to get away you can stay in position for six more!"

Clarissa's mind registered that and she began to plead but was interrupted by a most devastating strike right to the bottom of her cheeks. Her  scream split the air and would most assuredly have roused the household had anyone been home. Another hard swing followed by a rifle crack left a line in the untouched space between the center and top of Clarissa's nude bottom. Clarissa couldn't take any more. Her voice was becoming hoarse and her tears had literally soaked the pillow beneath her head. This wasn't anything like what she had romantically envisioned. Another sharp crack blossomed a new type of pain as it struck the exact same weal on the curve of her bottom cheeks. She screamed anew and an outpouring of tears burst from her eyes.

It was then that something happened. Something somehow transferred the heat of that last stroke directly into her loins. There was a new feeling that was suddenly attacking her and it had nothing to do with pain. A new world started to open up. Miss Devon noticed the shift in Clarissa and she watched as the young lady's legs (Clarissa's panties had been flung off after the initial kicking of the first stroke) start to scissor in an effort to quench something Clarissa probably didn't understand. Miss Devon was of no mind, however, to let things go at that. She brought the cane over her head with a renewed strength.

SWISH! CRACK!!!!!

It was just as painful as all of the previous blows. This one had landed in the untouched section between the center and the bottom of her naked  (and now very welted) bottom. It was the sharpest pain yet, but that "something else" had also intensified. As her tears and sobs spilled forth, Clarissa's legs were kicking on their own. Something was beginning to happen that left Clarissa panting even through the sobs.

SWISH! CRACK!!!!!

Miss Devon delivered a perfect diagonal slice crossing each of the other weals and embedding the tip of the cane into the top of the young woman's right thigh. This cry was unmatched by any previous and Clarissa jerked so hard that the sash tore away from the headboard.  Miss Devon quickly remedied that by grabbing another sash and secured the girl once more.

"One more of the original punishment followed by one for another escape attempt!"

Clarissa didn't care at that point. Her mind was overwhelmed by a combination of pain and that "something else" that was steadily building to a crescendo.

SWISH! CRACK!!!!

This cut landed right at the juncture of the buttocks and thighs. Clarissa thought that her legs had been sheared right off. Her screams, however loud they were now, rose by a hundred percent. Miss Devon calmly walked around to the other side of the bed and pulled on a hidden reserve within herself to deliver a final blow that was more powerful than any before. The crack or the rifle sounded as the cane came down into a well-laid diagonal cut that crossed the opposite way from the last like this and left a blossoming dart of flesh where the tip dug into the top of the girl's left thigh.  Clarissa squealed with all her might. Then suddenly the dam broke and intense feelings hit her as her body shook.

"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!! OH MY GOD IN HEAVEN!!!!!!!" Clarissa's wail was broken into a long moan that started from her toes and traveled all the way through her eyebrows. She bucked and writhed as her very first orgasm tore through her body with a vengeance.

Miss Devon was completely taken aback by the intensity of the girl's reaction.   Miss Devon got extremely wet during a good hiding, but nothing had ever hit her as hard as what was pounding through Clarissa.  It was if nature had taken the feelings that a man's rod was supposed to give her and transferred them into the length of a cane. When Clarissa came  out of her reverie, she immediately felt all of the pain from her caning crash into her. She started to bawl almost immediately after the last tremors of her orgasm had subsided. Miss Devon quickly unbound her wrists and Clarissa wailed at her own touch upon her greatly wealed  bottom. Miss Devon grabbed her by the arm and towed Clarissa to the corner of the room.

"Hands on your head, Miss!" Clarissa's hands almost embedded themselves into her skull as they shot to her head. Miss Devon took some  safety pins from her pocket and pinned Clarissa's night dress well above her hips. Clarissa once again felt total humiliation as she realized that her naked and greatly punished bottom was on display. She hopped from one foot to the other in a vain effort to cool her burning arse.

"You'll remain just like that for the next half hour. I'll be looking in from time to time and if I see that you have even moved a hairsbreadth from that corner or if your hands have left your head, you'll be immediately over my lap for paddling that will make this pale in comparison."

Clarissa was still bawling her heart out as Miss Devon left the room. It wasn't fun by any stretch of the imagination, but those feelings that she had experienced made it hard to cast a bad light on the whole affair. Perhaps, in a month or two when sitting was once again a pleasurable pastime, she might do something to warrant that paddling. But that was for another time and another story.

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