LADIES IN LEATHER GLOVES

Madsen followed Ruth into the house and into the smoking room. The girl reached for the decanter and started to pour two large brandies. The decanter rattled against the glasses as her hands trembled. Her shaking hand offered Madsen his drink. Before he had sipped his drink, Ruth had downed hers in one and gasped as the fiery liquid hit the back of her throat. Her large dark eyes looked pleadingly at him then closed as the effects of the drink began to warm through her. She took a deep breath then opened her eyes again. She replaced the glass on the table and stood clutching her beautiful pert bottom. 'We're really in for it Madders' her tone was resigned. Madsen sipped his drink and gave her a weak smile. 'Will you be able to stand another hard caning tomorrow?' his voice full of concern. 'Have to!' she puffed. 'No choice have I? Ma won't relent, not after sentence has been passed.' Her girlish pout was back. 'What should we expect, a dozen?' Madsen winched at the thought as he asked the question. 'Huh, I wish!' was the retort, 'more like 24!!' Madsen gulped. He'd only received 6 and they were as good as any six strokes he'd ever had. He'd seen poor Ruth reduced to a sniveling wreck by her Mother's skill with the Rattan. The poor girl poured another drink and again downed it in one. She pecked him on the cheek. 'See you at dinner' she said and left him to his thoughts.
Madsen sat diagonally opposite Ruth at dinner. He could tell the twins apart now, Ruth had red eyes from crying, she threw him the occasional smile but didn't engage in conversation. He guessed the red eyes were both as a result of the afternoon caning and in fear of what was to come on the morrow. Rachel's complexion was unblemished but when he did catch her eye she glared at him. After dinner the brothers suggested billiards and leaving the 5 women behind headed for the table. 'Mind how you go with the brandy boys!' called out Lady Ros behind them. William chuckled. 'I guess Ma caught up with you over that Madders?' Madsen flushed red. 'Did she really cane you both?' he asked. The brothers laughed together and as William poured the brandy Simon set up the game. 'Hmmm, someone's been at the brandy! Ruthy I guess getting up some Dutch courage for the morn' said William. 'The morn?' asked Madsen trying to sound as innocent as he could. The twins burst out laughing. 'Come on Madders, no secrets here! Ma's going to swish old Ruthy something rotten tomorrow and you too!' roared Simon. Madsen looked at his shoes to hide his blushes. 'You could leg it old boy!' winked William. 'Bit caddish that though!' replied Simon, 'leaving old Ruthy to take the stick on her own!' 'I don't get it' questioned Madsen, 'Grown Men, officers in the war, being caned like schoolboys! Why don't you refuse?' The brothers shook their heads. 'Pop always said, so long as we lived at home, we'd have to toe the line. Ma's word is law.' explained Simon. 'Once we're married though, Ma's authority passes to our wives and she weeded out any 'soft' options over time. She's promised the girls their own canes as a wedding present'. Madsen looked from one to the other and could see they were serious. 'Same with the girls and the little twins' said William. 'And I think you'll agree old chap; Ma is a bit more fearsome than any old teacher! Madsen had to agree. 'Anyway, enough of tomorrow, you'll live and Ma's timing it so you get yours before the guests arrive, she often waits for such an audience to make the humiliation complete' Simon's voice was cheery. 'I do feel so sorry for Ruth though' mumbled Madsen. William slapped him on the back, 'Ruthy's made of stern stuff; she won't show the family up! Now, will you break?' William pointed to the table. Madsen downed his drink and got on with the game.
Heading to his room around 1am, he felt a soft hand on his arm, looking up it was one of the twins. He couldn't tell which in the gloom. It was Rachel. 'You've earnt Ruth a good swishing, insisting on seeing her bot. didn’t you see enough while she was getting the cane? The words hissed from her lips. 'The poor thing sobbed herself to sleep. I doubt she'll be able to sit down for a week. The silence crowded in on him. 'It wasn't like I forced her….' He felt the injustice of Rachel's claim. 'No matter Madsen, all in good time, I'll be seeing you again' She emphasised the last word with an assurance that made him start. Her bare feet made no sound as she returned to her room. Unlike the previous night, Madsen didn't sleep well at all. He did feel responsible to a large degree and another appointment with Lady Rosalind's cane was not a prospect to fill anyone with joy. When he entered the breakfast room, only Lady Rosalind was present. 'Good! I see we practiced restraint with the cognac.' her voice was warm and friendly. Madsen filled his plate from the buffet and sat down next to his host. 'Lady Rosalind, it isn't fair that Ruth……….' She held up her hand to stop his speech. 'Mr.Madsen. My daughter pulled down her knickers to show you her bare bottom. It appears to be becoming a habit with her. You should have known better, so Mr.Madsen, should she? Ruth will get the cane this morning and I will ensure that it hurts, after all, that is the purpose of corporal punishment isn’t it?' she looked at him for confirmation. 'But…….' Madsen was stopped again. 'I shall see you both at 11 O'clock. Hopefully for the last time' She pushed back her chair and left the room. Madsen glanced at the clock, 9.15am. The waiting was the worst!
As he passed Ruth's room on the way back to his own, the door opened and her face appeared. 'Madders, please wait for me when it's time' she pleaded. 'Of course I will' she smiled weakly back at him and closed the door. Unable to settle, he went downstairs but stayed out of the library. He paced the hallway looking at the old masters but actually seeing nothing. One by one the others came down to prepare for the hunt. William appeared first with his beautiful fiancée, Sophia. A dark eyed, olive skinned girl with jet-black hair. A truly stunning looking woman. Her mother was Portuguese and her English father was a highly successful trader in Port wine. Madsen greeted her in his colonial Portuguese and as they passed pleasantries he detected a glint in her eye. She also knew what awaited him. Simon appeared with Isobel, a lively Ulster redhead with a classic North of Ireland accent. Her pale skin was covered with fine freckles. Her green eyes sparkled in the light. Her tiny pixie nose suited her so well and although only 5 feet tall she possessed a huge bosom for so slight a girl. He smiled at Simon, what a lucky fellow. Rachel appeared. As he met her gaze he felt the daggers enter his heart. Ruth came down red eyed. Her brothers both embraced her affectionately, only causing her tears to flow again. Rachel cuddled her and rocked her back & forth. The butler informed them the cars were ready. Rachel kissed her twin gently on the lips, threw Madsen another death dealing glance and left. The two watched the cars until they were out of sight. He felt Ruth's hand in his. He squeezed it and gave her a smile of encouragement. The clock said 10.30.
They walked outside and around the house in the morning sunshine. 'I feel sick' said Ruth holding his arm like a basket as they walked. All Madsen wanted to do was to kiss this girl on the lips and tell her it would be alright. There were still tears in her eyes at five to eleven as they entered the library. Lady Ros was seated at the desk. 'Close the door' she ordered. Madsen closed it and they approached the desk. 'I'm not going to waste time with a lecture, you know why you are here.' Ros picked up the gloves from the desk and began to the ritual of pulling them on. Ruth's breathing was coming is low gasps as she looked at the cane on the desk. Madsen realised it was a straight cane, different from the crook handled implement of yesterday. 'Yes Ruth, The Kooboo! I told you to expect a severe punishment' the tone was firm and Lady Ros studied her fingers as the gloves went onto her hands. Ruth was now sobbing quietly. 'Lady Rosalind it's …….' a gloved hand was held up to stop him. 'Mr.Madsen, we have had that conversation'. Rosalind turned her attention to her daughter. 'As you seem so ready to bare your bottom at every given opportunity, you can go over to the Chesterfield now and bare it for my cane! The girl looked imploringly at her mother then at Madsen. 'Now!' her mother's sharp command made her quickly step across to the arm of the sofa. Once again fumbling fingers groped for the waistband of her white silky pants. Madsen saw them flutter to her ankles. She looked towards her Mother who stood expressionless, waiting for the girl to fully prepare herself. Resignedly, Ruth lifted her skirt and bent over the low arm of the sofa. Now Madsen could see the extent of yesterday's thrashing. Blue and purple bruises merged with the many red welts. Any blow on top of those would hurt much more than on 'virgin' flesh. Ruth turned her head towards her mother, a faint final hope that seeing her poor sore bottom, her sentence may be 'stayed'.
'24 Ruth!' The dread sentence was as bad as Ruth had feared. She howled in anguish and begged for forgiveness and promised always to be a good girl in the future. She reminded her mother that they had guests arriving and after such a thrashing she wouldn't be able to meet them. Leather clad fingers ran across her welted cheeks making her wince. 'Madsen, pull down your trousers and underpants and bend over the arm next to Ruth!' Rosalind's voice stilled Ruth's pleas. Madsen did as he was bid. The sofa was large enough for both with room to spare. Rosalind looked at the two bruised bottoms and smiled to herself. '24 for you too Mr.Madsen' He cringed at the sentence. Rosalind had planned this deliberately. Being punished side by side would give Ruth extra fortitude. Madsen she expected to be able to cope anyway but she did feel some sympathy with her eldest daughter. Eldest by 4 minutes that is. 'I shall alternate the strokes, starting with you Ruth' as she spoke she paced up and down behind them, swishing the cane. 'In view of yesterday, at 12 I shall give you the option of continuing or postponing the balance until the day before you return to university. Of course, if you choose postponement, it will be a swishing of 15 strokes not 12.' As she finished speaking Ros adjusted the space between them and the angle of their bottoms. Heads down together on the cushions, the two smiled at each other. Ruth reached out for Madsen's right hand with her left and squeezed it hard. The squeeze turning to agony for Madsen as Lady Rosalind landed the first stroke onto her daughters twitching bottom. Ruth's nail cut into his flesh as the shock wave of pain hit her. She bucked her hips and beat her head into the sofa. A moment later Madsen felt the white-hot fire the girl had as his first stroke connected. Lady Rosalind left them to gasp and twitch for a minute or two before she laid on the next stroke. Madsen saw Ruth’s thumbnail cutting into the back of his hand, blood running out of the cut. The poor girl was in torment but together they made it to 12. After administering 24 strokes, Lady Rosalind's breathing was deep and laboured. She had intended each stroke to hurt and she had achieved her aim. She laid the cane on the desk and removed her gloves, they too she lay on the desk.
'I will be back in a few minutes. You will remain in position' her heels clicked against the wooden floor as she walked to the door. The door clicked shut. Ruth was sobbing and Madsen had to wipe tears from his own eyes. That woman could really cane! He put his hand on Ruth's back and gave it an encouraging rub. She turned her tearstained face towards his. Her brown hair was matted to her face and snot oozed from her nose. He wiped it with his fingers and kissed her gently on the lips. Their foreheads touched and they lay in that position. 'Oh Madders, I'm so sore…………..' She looked at him with those beautiful dark eyes.’ I’ve got to get through this, I couldn't stand to wait for 3 weeks for the next dose' her desperate plea touched him. He gently kissed her again.’ You can do it Ruthy' he said and squeezed her hand. Footsteps could be heard approaching. They returned to their punishment positions and waited. The door opened and Lady Rosalind appeared with a glass of Chablis in her hand. 'Good! Glad to see you can obey!' She sat down at the desk. They couldn't see her from their position but guessed she was drinking her wine and probably admiring her handiwork. 'Oh please get on with it…..' Ruth's whisper was so silent Madsen barely heard it. He squeezed the girl's hand again. He knew she was fighting the moment, she was holding onto her courage but she couldn't keep her resolve much longer. Footsteps! Ruth kept her face buried on her forearms. Madsen turned to see those wretched black leather gloves, again being stretched onto the Lady's hands. Soon, he thought, soon it will be all over.
Carrying the cane at her side, Ros paced the length of the sofa. 'Ruth, you've taken 12 and taken them quite well considering. Do you wish to postpone the rest?' The tone of Ros' voice gave away the fact that Ros felt it would be better to have it over and done with. 'Please mother, cane me now, please I want it over' Ruth's voice trembled as she said it. Both flinched as Ros practiced her swish. The rod tapped against Ruth's already sore bottom. She turned to Madsen, she again squeezed his hand, then her head shot up, her eyes screwed closed and she shrieked as number 13 landed. By 24 Ruth was exhausted. So was Madsen, they lay panting and gasping, both were bathed in sweat. 'You may stand' said their punisher. Madsen stood up slowly. The skin on his buttocks tightening as he did so. Slowly and painfully he pulled up his trousers and underpants. He looked down at Ruth's poor stripy bottom. Game girl he thought. Ruth was too exhausted to sob. He gently helped her up. She stood with bended knees. Her skirt dropped down to hide her dark brown bush from him. Her knickers were 2 feet away from the sofa; she must have kicked them off in her struggles. She reached under her skirt to tenderly feel her bottom. 'Knickers!' snapped Lady Ros. Painfully Ruth picked them up and screwed them up in her hands. Her tear stained face turned to her mother. 'I'm so sorry mother, I'm so very sorry' 'Good! A lesson has been leant. I sincerely hope not to have to put over the Chesterfield ever again!' her mother's tone was conciliatory. 'You may go!'
Ruth walked slowly to the door, her hands still clutching her reddening rump. Behind her Madsen thought again what a super bottom she had. 'Cover yourself up girl!' Ruth dropped her skirt at once. Out in the corridor, Ruth reached up and hugged him. Planting a peck on her cheek she turned. 'I think I'll get Mabel to rub some cold cream in for me' she said. Madsen couldn't help thinking that was a job he could do but thought better of it. He watched the poor girl limp gingerly upstairs. He was aware that he was very attracted to her.


To be Continued.....