Sillouettes in the Dark

‘You bastard.’ She raised her hand and slapped him across his face so hard her hand stung. Willie hardly flinched but he switched his eyes back on.
‘I’ll allow you that, but I shan’t allow you to hit me again…understand?’ he said levelly. ‘And as for calling me a bastard, that’s exactly what I am. What are you, a professional virgin?’
His remark hurt so much that the hand jerked up almost involuntarily and slapped him again. There was a silence for a full ten seconds, Sanshia bit her fist horrified at what she had done. Willie nodded as if making up his mind. He strode forward and took hold of her arm just above the elbow, she pulled against him but he was much too strong for her.
‘What do you think you’re doing?’ she demanded.
‘I told you I wouldn’t allow you to hit me again,’ he said levelly, sitting down in her chair. He pulled her down with him and she struggled furiously not believing what he was going to do. Then she was lying front-wise over his knees, he eased her forward and she found herself head down, her hands flat on the floor, bent over his knees like a child.
‘I don’t know if this is supposed to be some kind of joke, but you are to let me up straight away,’ she said, fury in her voice.
‘I don’t usually hit women, but with you it’ll be a real pleasure,’ he said. Sanshia started to struggle but all at once she relaxed, acutely aware that she was wearing stockings under her skirt and any further movement would be more revealing. Willie fixed one hand firmly over her hip pinning her in place.
‘I should think half the men you have ever met thought you could do with your bottom smacking,’ he said.
‘You lay one finger on me, just one…’ she broke off in disbelief as she felt him lift her skirt right up over her bottom. She froze in horror knowing the spectacle she must look lying there with her bottom stuck in the air wearing the skimpiest pair of knickers in her entire wardrobe.
‘I’ll have the law on you for this,’ she said. ‘Now let go of me this instant!’
Willie sighed, ‘If you want to report me to the police then that’s your prerogative, it’s not going to help your bottom either way. Now you might as well, accept it because you’re not getting up until I’ve quite finished.’
He brought his hand down hard on one cheek of her bottom. A surprised squeal escaped her before she could stop it, she had never really believed he would dare to hit her, but he did it to the other side, then again.
Sanshia had never been hit in her whole life before and when she had ever thought about corporal punishment, she had always imagined it would be the embarrassment of the whole thing that would be the worst part, but by the time she had received the fifth smack it was the pain she was worrying about.
She tried to minimise her predicament by keeping stock still, pretending it didn’t hurt, but soon she found herself struggling trying to avoid the next smack.
‘No! Now that’s enough!’ she gasped out but he ignored her and kept going rhythmically, a pause and then another smack. She couldn’t believe that such a childish punishment could hurt so much. She kicked her legs and heaved about but to no avail, then suddenly in spite of her strongest efforts she burst into tears. Willie hit her one more time, the twelfth time, then he lifted her up and stood her on her feet, and she realised he had been waiting for her to cry.
She backed away from him frantically pulling her skirt down but she still lost her dignity for she found herself holding her bottom with both hands, tears till pouring down her face.
‘You bastard,’ she said.
‘I’ve already told you that’s exactly what I am,’ he said getting to his feet. With a terrific effort she pulled her hands away and lifted one of them as though to strike him again.
He regarded her levelly, ‘Go on if you want,’ he said, ‘but the next time I’ll take your knickers down as well.’
She stood there one hand raised, then at last she lowered it and took a step back.
‘Get out! Get out of here!’ she said. ‘I’ll have you thrown out of the college by this time tomorrow.’
Willie shrugged, ‘You can try if you want,’ he said. ‘You know where to find me.’ He turned and walked out shutting the door behind him.