精彩演出
一场远超预期的演出
随着礼堂的灯光变暗，许多男性观众开始越过一排排座位，向着梦寐以求的前排位置赶去。1964年，“Les Folles Fesses “是苏荷区最受欢迎的演出之一。它不仅是提供大胆的色情表演，更是提供了一种超越当时任何演出的复杂表演。
在那个紧张的黑暗时刻，以往喧闹的人群中出现了期待的呼声。聚光灯在舞台上掠过，然后落在一个画面上：一个苹果形的、晒黑了的丰满臀部。片刻之后，舞台上的灯光照亮了这个美丽屁股的主人，她正悬在一张软垫木椅上。她优雅的裙子被掀起，暴露出她从腰部以下赤裸的半身。完美的臀部由一双修长而优雅的腿支撑着，腿部线条完美，和她的脸颊一样被晒黑了。
第二个女人从右侧走入舞台。奥黛丽夫人身着优雅的黑色长袍，她是一位高贵的红发女士，即使不依赖那双长高跟鞋的优势，她也显得很高。冰冷的淡蓝色眼睛和完美的颧骨增强了这位女士高雅自信的气质。她的出场让观众们为之倾倒，以至于当她打破沉默的时候，大家都十分轻松。
“晚上好，先生们。我可以向你们保证的是，我们今晚的表演将是你们从未见过的。我必须提醒你们，那些性格敏感的人可能会觉得我们的表演性质不符合他们的口味。然而，对于那些喜欢更刺激的成熟娱乐形式的人来说，我可以保证这是一个真正难忘的夜晚。“
所有的观众都留在他们的座位上，他们对这种结合了淫荡警告和挑逗承诺的发言很有经验。但是是，在这位雕像般的美女的语气中，有一些微妙的暗示，表明这一次他们真的要见证一些非常特别的东西。
对苏荷区俱乐部的顾客来说，忽视一个在舞台上的半裸女孩的存在是不太寻常的，但奥黛丽夫人的魅力就是如此之大，以至于他们的注意力没有回到这个脆弱的年轻女子身上，直到主持人直接与她对话。
“西布莉，我知道你一直希望成为我们节目的明星，所以我很高兴今晚能把你介绍给大家。“
当她说话间，她把一根绳子拉到舞台后面，露出一面巨大的镜子，以一种那个女孩未曾设想的方式展示了她的脸。
当金发碧眼的西布莉抬起头时，她那张漂亮的脸蛋看起来消沉到了极点。
“先生们，我很遗憾，我们可爱的小西布莉一直是个非常淘气的女孩。她的行为一直很反常，像我们这样的俱乐部是很难接受的。“
被这一公开的消息所刺激，女孩发出了被证明是非常愚蠢的插话。
“夫人，请原谅，我并不坏；只是我不想露出我的乳房。“
“肃静，西布莉。先生们，这个忘恩负义的小家伙的意思是，俱乐部决定与时俱进，终止让我们的舞者戴上所谓的'乳贴'的做法。她已被通知不再需要她的服务，她将乘坐最早的航班被送回法国。然而，为了回应她的请求，我们让她选择接受惩罚，我们邀请你们在今晚一同见证。她选择了接受这一决定。因此，无需赘述，我想向你们介绍我的助手们——马德琳和阿黛尔。“
这两位年轻女子在一片叫好声和狼嚎声中跳上舞台。两人都穿着裁减了很多的黑色紧身衣，以至于她们大部分丰满的臀部都能被看到。栗色头发的阿黛尔给了观众一个俏皮的笑容，她递给奥黛丽夫人一个圆柱形皮包。主持人向她表示感谢，并转向观众，拉开了包的拉链。
当她揭开袋子的内容时，剧场里充满了惊呼声。
“我们将以法国风味开始对西布莉的责罚。多尾鞭。“
当她挥舞着短木鞭，一端有几根看起来很凶猛的鞭子时，乐队唱起了《马赛曲》的庆祝合唱。西布莉的臀部反射性地夹紧了，她的眼睛惊恐地睁大了。
“先生们，你们怎么看？” 夫人第一次笑了。“四下？“
“六下！“观众席上传来零星的喊声，很快就汇成了有节奏的齐唱。
“哦，你们英国的惩罚总是喜欢六下吗？“她装作很震惊的样子说道：“好吧，正如我们这一行所说的，观众总是对的。“
西布莉高兴地撅起了嘴。
“马德琳，请握住我们这位小坏蛋的手腕。我怀疑她可能会发现在漫长的折磨中很难保持原状。“
娇小的黑发女孩热情地跑向她的岗位。
“抬起你的屁股，西布莉。“
当皮鞭扫过空气时，人们发出了期待的嘘声。它们的尖端在女孩的屁股上舞动。
“夫人！“被刺痛的受害者哀嚎着。
“是的，我在这。“她的女主人嘲笑道，并侧身向摊位上看了一眼。
多尾鞭不是最简单的惩罚工具，但奥黛丽夫人完美地使用了一种分散的手法，扩大了打击面来折磨忏悔者的美丽大腿。这位年轻的舞者呜咽着，本能地晃动着她娇小的脚。
“阿黛尔，扣住她的脚踝。真的，西布莉，我们才刚刚开始。“
“我很抱歉，夫人，好痛，太糟糕了。” 一阵阵不怀好意的笑声在屋子里流淌。
现在节奏改变了。这位专业的支配者将这一击完全落在了右边的屁股上，尖端扫入了受罚者紧窄的裂缝中。阿黛尔努力抓住这个挣扎的女孩，但却无法阻止她踮起脚尖。当她伸展她受折磨的肉体时，她感到很痛苦。
事实证明，夫人的左手和她的右手一样善于鞭打。在移到西布莉的另一侧后，她把她的打击放在了那半边上。皮鞭再次探入下体，带来一声高亢的尖叫。
下一次抽打是在两边的屁股上，使女孩陷入疯狂的扭动中，玛德琳和阿黛尔努力压制着她。
在压轴戏之前，主持人让受罚者将之前鞭打所产生的痛苦完全吸收。然后，她让西布莉经历了紧张等待的痛苦，同时假装用一些练习的方式来恐吓她。然后，它来了，就在她臀部的丰满中心。在短暂的瞬间，这个不幸的女孩似乎被它造成的痛苦完全震慑住了，她的嘴像鱼一样无声地张合，然后从她喉咙深处发出的尖叫声响彻整个礼堂。
观众们爆发出热烈的掌声，许多人欢呼着对真正精通鞭打艺术的人表示赞赏。奥黛丽夫人歪了歪头接受了他们的赞美。相比之下，西布莉的头耷拉着；她的呻吟声淹没在人群的热情中。
“现在，“奥黛丽正开始下一步，然后被一个高大的、留着胡子的中年男子的上台所惊住了，他手里拿着一个话筒。
“夫人，先生们，我为这次贸然中断演出感到抱歉。“
当这位指挥家走上舞台中央时，奥黛丽惊讶地张大了嘴。“我是亨利·格拉萨，La Cage aux Femmes的经理，我必须暂停现在的表演，以便我们可以处理一个更严重的问题。“
他洪亮的声音吸引了人们的注意，即使没有话筒，也能充满整个礼堂。
“你们已经目睹了年轻的西布莉理应承受的惩罚。遗憾的是，我们公司的一位高级成员最近出现了一个更严重的过失。” 他尖锐地转向不知所措的女司仪。“丹尼尔夫人，我很遗憾地通知你，你提交的费用报销单中出现了某些不一致之处。它们是如此无可辩驳地具有欺诈性，以至于我们的法律代表强烈建议我们尽快将此事交给警方处理。“
奥黛丽·丹尼尔如此小心翼翼地向世界展示的傲慢的贵族式面孔，已经被击得粉碎。她的口才曾让许多听众为之倾倒，现在却变成了一连串语无伦次的咕哝。
“我警告你不要说话，夫人；事实上，我命令你不要说话。作为一位聪明的女士，你会充分认识到，你将要面对的是耻辱、破产和监禁。“
他戏剧性地停顿了一下，观察着这个暴露的女人的肤色从羞耻和屈辱的深红色变成了无以复加的恐惧的羊皮纸灰色。
“然而，你以你的才华和美貌为我们公司增光添彩，先是作为一个舞者，然后作为表演的女主人，至今已超过十年。考虑到你可贵的服务，而且有点违背我更好的判断，我准备为你提供一个选择。“
有一次，奥黛丽在黑暗中看到了一丝希望。
“如果你选择免除被逮捕、审判和肯定的定罪的可怕后果，你可以选择接受你提供给年轻的西布莉的选择，即在我们尊敬的观众面前接受惩罚。“
剧院里的嘘声被一阵兴奋的杂音打破了。
奥黛丽很清楚自己将要大难临头了。她收起了她那宝贵的尊严，用非常镇定的声音确认她愿意接受那代替被法律诉讼的选择，并在舞台上接受她的错误行为所带来的后果。
“非常明智的选择，奥黛丽，“格拉萨用会计师建议客户的干巴巴的语气宣布：“显然，你的惩罚将比你对西布莉的惩罚要严重得多。阿黛尔，请你从舞台左侧走，拿回我委托给舞台工作人员的工具。马德琳和西布莉，请协助脱掉罪犯的衣服。“
尽管她感到尴尬和害怕，但这位美丽的红发女郎认识到，她在公司里的地位现在已经低到她难以想象的程度了。
当女孩们忙着解开这个女人精致的长袍时，阿黛尔拿着一根看起来很可怕的藤条回来了。
这位自称是主持人的人对他的听众笑了笑，相信他们会同意。
“正如你们所看到的，先生们，我打算用一种非常英式的办法来解决我们的高卢问题。然而，我希望你们原谅我，鉴于奥黛丽罪行的严重性，我打算超过你们传统的六下，给奥黛丽八下惩罚。“
一阵热烈的掌声证明了这一提议被大家所支持。
这时，奥黛丽的衣服落在她的脚下形成了一滩黑池。人群集体发出了喘息声。她只穿着黑色蕾丝胸罩和内裤，上面系着与之相配的吊带，吊带上挂着可以想象的最漂亮的丝袜，她是一道美丽的风景。在格拉萨先生令人生畏的目光下，几声粗鲁的叫喊声消失了。
在这个颤抖的女人被粗暴地命令趴在刚刚由西布莉占据的长椅上之前，没有多少时间来欣赏她那巨大而坚挺的乳房和修长的腰身。
“马德琳，请握住忏悔者的手腕。阿黛尔，同样握住她的脚踝，但首先要脱掉她可爱的鞋子。当她在藤条下挣扎时，我不希望它们被损坏。“
奥黛丽听到这最后一句话时脸色发白，意识到她很快就会受到超出她忍耐力的考验。
当她趴在冰冷的皮革上时，观众们有机会欣赏她修长、轻盈的双腿，她穿着黑色的丝袜，最大限度地展示了她坚实的白色大腿。
“固定好她，女士们。夫人，你最好在鞭打过程中尽可能地克制自己，因为我将毫不犹豫地对过度的挣扎或抵抗给予额外的鞭打。“
等到这位美丽的提香式头发的女士被牢牢固定住，格拉萨马上把走到她的左侧。一会儿，他摆出了沉思的姿势，抚摸着他深色的、有灰色斑点的胡须，似乎陷入了沉思。在充分评估了一会儿情况后，他命令西布莉在两条大腿上各移动了一条吊带，以使他眼前的大腿完全清晰地暴露。奥黛丽的脚趾蜷缩着，意识到她的大腿也将受到黑褐色藤条的关照。
当惩罚者把藤条放在女人雄伟的臀部中央时，整个剧院变得落针可闻。
当他抽回手臂时，这个俯卧的受害者有意识地放松了她的臀部。她这样做也很好。
藤条落下时发出了枪鸣般尖锐的响声，如同一道火光，将纯白的球体一分为二。这位无助的女士扭过头来，发出一声嘶哑的叫声。几秒钟内，一道鲜艳的红痕就证明了她的痛苦。
格拉萨并不着急。他用手掌掂量着藤条，调整了自己的姿态。他认为，他有责任实施相当于司法处罚的惩罚，这意味着自己不仅要在屁股上，更是要在他那失宠的女司仪心中留下最可怕的印象。
这一次，他没有通过将藤条放在预定的目标区域来预告下一次抽打的位置。当它落下时，他的选择对明眼人来说就很明显了。它与前者略微重叠了一部分！
丹尼尔夫人并不是一个缺乏毅力的女人，但如果她没有被固定在鞭打的长凳上，她会挣脱出来跑掉。灼伤她屁股的刺痛条纹开始时是一种冲击性的疼痛，但随着时间的推移，它似乎又达到了一个痛苦的高峰。
这一次，她没有来得及与她的痛苦达成某种形式的协议。她的屁股立刻感到了痛苦。
“先生，求求你！“她喊道。
“求我什么，夫人？请停止对你的惩罚？把你从公司开除并开始对你进行法律诉讼？“
“不，先生……” 她的话语溶入了泪水的抽泣中。
“那就请你保持沉默，为第四下的到来做好准备。鉴于你荒谬的打断本是应该加罚的，但我不打算重复第三下，你应该感到庆幸。“
奥黛丽陷入了胆怯的沉默，她的折磨还在继续，可恶的格拉萨在她丰满双峰下的温柔曲线上进行了下一次的击打。她的瞳孔疯狂地放大，美丽的嘴唇扭曲，她用尖锐的尖叫声来回应它的咬噬。
现在，观众们已经被眼前这出戏剧的力量所吸引了。第五下是她一直害怕的一下，因为她感觉到她的吊带被重新调整了。一道条纹划过她柔软的大腿顶部。这一次，她的尖叫声更加刺耳。
她没有得到一秒钟的喘息机会，因为他鞭打了她的大腿正中。尽管女孩们紧紧抓住她的手腕和脚踝，但红发女郎苍白的脸颊仍在蠕动，然后逐渐闭嘴，直到她的双唇抿成一条细缝。
格拉萨以其训练有素的对节奏和时机的无懈可击的感觉，在实施倒数第二下之前，等待了几分钟。又一次，在丝滑的大腿上。曾经趾高气扬的女士放弃了所有的尊严，尽情地尖叫起来。
可以说，与奥黛丽同台演出的女孩们对她没有什么好感，但即使是不久前被她残忍鞭打过的西布莉也对她的折磨表示同情。
由于知道这最后一下将超越之前的所有，观众们在紧张的期待中屏住呼吸。
毫不留情的经理在最后一击时，超越了所有的恐惧和期望。他把它直接打在了鲜红的屁股中间，成功地把之前的两个凸起的伤痕重叠起来。奥黛丽的整个身体都在跳动，仿佛一股电流抓住了她。她发出一声长长的悲鸣，然后倒在痛苦和屈辱的啜泣中，充满了发自内心的悔恨。
格拉萨尔站在现场，就像一个艺术家在观察一幅刚刚完成的画作。有很长一段时间，剧院就像墓地一样安静。然后，起初是缓慢的掌声开始荡漾，逐渐形成高潮。大师低头接受了这些赞誉，只露出最微弱的一丝微笑，然后让这个演员和观众们都难以忘怀的戏剧之夜落下了帷幕。
Showstopper
A show offers more than expected
By Lorna Monroe
As the house lights dimmed, many members of the all-male audience began to climb over the seats in a steeplechase to the coveted front rows. In 1964, ‘Les Folles Fesses’ was one of the most popular shows in Soho. Not only was it daringly erotic but it offered a degree of sophistication beyond anything comparable at that time.
An expectant hush fell over the normally raucous crowd in that tense moment of darkness. A spotlight skimmed across the stage before alighting upon a single image; an apple- shaped, pert bottom of a sun-kissed hue. After a brief moment, the stage lights illuminated the owner of this beautiful rear, draped over a padded wooden bench. Her elegant skirt had been turned up to reveal that she was naked from the waist down. The perfect bottom was supported by a pair of long, elegant legs perfectly toned and as suntanned as her nether cheeks.
A second woman entered stage right. Clad in an elegant black gown, Madame Audrey, as she was known, was a dignified redhead who would have been tall even without the advantage of her long-stemmed heels. The lady’s air of refined confidence was enhanced by icy pale blue eyes and perfect cheekbones. Her presence held the audience in her thrall to a degree that the relief was palpable when she broke the silence.
“Good Evening, Gentlemen. One thing I can promise you is that our show tonight will be like no other you may have seen. I must caution you that those of a sensitive disposition may not find the nature of our presentation to their taste. However, for those of you who relish a more piquant form of mature entertainment, I can guarantee a truly memorable evening.”
The entire audience remained in their seats, seasoned as they were to this kind of combination of lurid warning and teasing promise. But something of this statuesque beauty’s tone, with its subtle hint of a Parisian delights, suggested that this time they really were going to witness something very special.
It was unusual for the patrons of a Soho club to ignore the presence of a semi-naked girl onstage, but such was the charisma of Madame Audrey that their attentions did not return to the vulnerable young woman until the Mistress of Ceremonies addressed her directly.
“Cybele, I know that you have always wished to be the star of our show and so it gives me great pleasure to introduce you as such tonight.”
As she spoke, she pulled a cord to the rear of the stage revealing an enormous mirror which showcased the girl in a manner in which she had not perhaps envisaged.
As the blonde Cybele lifted her head, her pretty face looked pensive in the extreme.
“Gentlemen, I am afraid that our sweet little Cybele here has been a very naughty girl. Her behaviour has been surly and rebellious in a way that a Company such as ours is quite unable to accept.”
Stung by this public revelation, the girl made what proved to be a very foolish interjection.
“Madame, s’il vous plait, I am not bad; it is just that I do not want to show my breasts.”
“Silence, Cybele. Gentlemen, what this ungrateful little chit is referring to is the decision of the Company to move with the times and end the practice of having our dancers wear what is known as ‘nipple covers’. She had been notified that her services were no longer required and that she would be sent back to France on the earliest available flight. However, in response to her pleas, we gave her the option of submitting to the punishment which we invite you to witness tonight. An option which she has chosen to accept. And so, without further ado, I would like to introduce you to my assistants; Madeleine and Adele.”
The two young women bounded onto the stage to a torrent of shouts and wolf-whistles. Both were wearing black leotards cut so high that most of their shapely bottoms were visible. Chestnut-haired Adele gave the audience a saucy grin as she handed Madame Audrey a cylindrical leather bag. The MC thanked her and, turning to the audience, unzipped the package.
Gasps of awe filled the theatre as she unveiled its content.
“We shall begin Cybele’s chastisement with a taste of France. The martinet.”
As she brandished the short wooden whip topped with several fierce-looking cords the band struck up a celebratory chorus of ‘La Marseillaise’. Cybele’s buttocks clenched reflexively and her eyes widened in horror.
“What do you think gentlemen?” Madame smiled for the first time. “Four stokes?”
“Six!” came scattered shouts from the audience, which soon merged into a rhythmic chant.
“Oh, your English Six of the Best?” she said, pretending to be shocked. “Well, as we say in our business, the audience is always right.”
Cybele pouted delightfully.
“Madeleine, take hold of our little miscreants’ wrists, please. I suspect she might find it hard to stay in place for what will be a long ordeal.”
The petit brunette scampered enthusiastically to her post.
“Lift your bottom, Cybele.”
There was an expectant hush as the thongs swept the air. Their tips danced across the girl’s bottom cheeks.
“Madaaame!” wailed the stung victim.
“Yes, that is who I am,” mocked her Mistress, with a side-long glance into the stalls.
The martinet is not the easiest of implements with which to target a punishment stroke, but Madame Audrey made the best of it with a scatter-shot approach, unleashing a hail of sparklers to torment the penitent’s beautiful thighs. The young dancer whimpered and instinctively shuffled her dainty feet.
“Adele, clasp her ankles. Really, Cybele, we have only just begun.”
“I am sorry, Madame, the pain, it is so bad.” A trickle of unsympathetic laughter ran around the house.
A change of tempo now. The expert dominatrix positioned the stroke to land fully on the right nate with the tips insinuating themselves into the recipient’s tight cleft. Adele strived to keep hold of the struggling girl but was unable to prevent her standing on tip-toe, wincing as she stretched her tormented flesh to do so.
Madame proved to be as adept a flagellant with her left arm as she was with her right. Having moved to Cybele’s other side, she landed her blow on that hemisphere. Again, the thongs explored the bottom-cleavage, bringing forth a high-pitched shriek.
The next lash was across the top of both cheeks, sending the girl into a frenzy of writhing that Madeleine and Adele laboured to restrain.
Before the finale, the MC allowed the heat waves from the previous strokes to be fully absorbed. She then put Cybele through agonies of tension while pretending to limber up with some practice exercises. Then it came, right in the plump centre of her hams. For a brief moment, the unfortunate girl seemed to be completely stunned by its severity, her mouth opening and closing silently like a fish, before the scream which arose from her depths filled the auditorium.
The audience erupted in applause, many cheering in appreciative recognition of a true proficient in the art of flagellation. Madame Audrey tilted her head in acknowledgment of their admiration. In contrast, Cybele’s head drooped; her groan drowned in the crowd’s enthusiasm.
“And now,” Audrey began, before being surprised by the arrival on stage of a tall, bearded middle-aged man with a microphone in his hand.
“Madame, Gentlemen, my apologies for this interruption.”
Audrey’s mouth fell open in utter astonishment as the commanding figure assumed centre stage. I am Henri GrassaI, Director of La Cage aux Femmes, and I must halt these proceedings in order that we may deal with a matter of the utmost gravity.”
His booming voice compelled attention and would have filled the auditorium even without electronic assistance.
“You have witnessed the well-deserved correction of young Cybele. Regrettably, a much more serious transgression by a senior member of our Company has recently emerged.” He turned pointedly to the bewildered Mistress of Ceremonies. “Madame Deniel, I regret to inform you that certain discrepancies have come to light in respect of expenses claims submitted by you. They are so irrefutably fraudulent that our legal representatives have strongly advised us to place the affair in the hands of the police with the utmost haste.”
The haughty patrician façade, Audrey Deniel, so carefully presented to the world, was already dashed to pieces. Her eloquence, which had held so many audiences in her sway, was reduced to a series of incoherent mumbles.
“I caution silence, Madame; indeed, I command it. As an intelligent and lady, you will fully appreciate that you stare disgrace, ruin and imprisonment in the face.”
He paused dramatically, observing the exposed woman’s complexion change from the crimson of shame and humiliation to the parchment grey of unmitigated terror.
“However, you have graced our Company with your talent and beauty, first as a dancer and then as Mistress of Ceremonies for over a decade now. In consideration of your estimable service, and somewhat against my better judgement, I am prepared to offer you an alternative.”
For an instance, a sliver of hope shone through Audrey’s darkness.
“Should you choose to spare yourself the horrors of arrest, trial and certain conviction, you may choose to accept the option you offered young Cybele, that of being punished here in the presence of our esteemed audience.”
The hush which had descended upon the theatre was broken by an excited murmur.
Audrey could decipher the writing on the wall all too clearly. Gathering her not inconsiderable reserves of dignity, she affirmed in a remarkably composed voice her willingness to accept the alternative to legal proceedings, and to endure on stage the consequences of her actions.
“A very wise choice Audrey,” declared Grassal in the dry tone of an accountant advising a client. “Obviously, your punishment will be much more severe than that which you inflicted upon Cybele. Adele would you be so kind as to exit stage left and retrieve the implement I entrusted to a stage hand? Madeleine and Cybele, be so good as to assist in removing the offender’s dress.”
Embarrassed and afraid as she was, the beautiful red-head recognised the fact that her status within the Company was now about as low as she could imagine.
As the girls busied themselves unhooking and unzipping the woman’s exquisite gown, Adele returned with a fearsome-looking rattan cane.
The self-appointed MC smiled at his audience, confident of their approval.
“As you can see, Gentlemen, I intend to apply a very English solution to our Gallic problem. However, I hope you will forgive me if, given the serious nature of Audrey’s offence, I exceed your traditional six strokes and award Audrey eight of the very best.”
A loud burst of applause bore witness to the support this proposal engendered.
By this time, Audrey’s dress had formed a dark pool at her feet. The crowd gave a collective gasp. Clad in only lacy black bra and panties with matching suspender belt to which were hooked the sheerest stockings imaginable, she was a beautiful sight. A few ribald shouts withered under Monsieur Grassal’s intimidating gaze.
There was very little time to enjoy her large, firm breasts and trim waist before the trembling woman was curtly ordered to lie over the bench recently occupied by Cybele.
“Madeleine, take hold of the penitent’s wrists, please. Adele, do likewise with her ankles, but first remove her lovely shoes. I would hate for them to be damaged when she writhes and twists under the rod.”
Audrey blanched at this last remark, aware that she would soon be tested beyond her powers of endurance.
As she lay down on the cold leather, the audience had the opportunity to admire her long, lithe legs, sheathed in black stockings which displayed her firm white thighs to maximum advantage.
“Hold her tight, ladies. Madame, you would be well advised to restrain yourself as far as possible during your thrashing, as I will have no hesitation in awarding extra strokes for excessive movement or resistance.”
Once the beautiful, Titian-haired lady was firmly secured, Grassal positioned himself to the left of her. For a moment, he assumed a contemplative pose, stroking his dark, grey-flecked beard as if deep in thought. After appraising the situation fully for a few moments, he commanded Cybele to alter a suspender strap on each thigh in order that his field of operation was completely clear. Audrey’s toes curled in the realisation that her thighs were going to receive their share of attention from the dark-brown rattan.
The drop of a pin would have echoed throughout the theatre as the disciplinarian laid the rod across the centre of the woman’s majestic rump.
As he drew back his arm, the prone victim had the presence of mind to relax her cheeks. It was as well she did.
The cane landed with the sharp crack of a starting pistol, sending a jet of fire to bisect the pure-white globe. A twist of the head and a throaty cry emanated from the helpless lady. Within seconds, a furious rouge weal testified to her suffering.
Grassal was in no hurry. He weighed the rattan in his palms and adjusted his stance. He saw it as his duty to administer what amounted to a judicial punishment, and that meant drawing it out to make the most awesome impression not only on the bottom but also upon the mind of his disgraced Mistress of Ceremonies.
This time he did not telegraph the location of the next stroke by placing the cane on it’s intended target area. As it landed, his reasoning became obvious to the discerning observer. It slightly overlapped its predecessor!
Madame Deniel was not a woman lacking in fortitude, but had she not been pinned to the whipping bench she would have broken free and ran. The stinging stripe which burned her bottom began as a shock of pain, but as the seconds wore on it seemed to reach a further peak of agony.
This time she was allowed no interval to come to some form of terms with her pain. The top of her rear felt the anguish now.
“Monsieur, pleaaasse!” she cried.
“Please what, Madame? Please stop my punishment? Dismiss me from the Company and begin legal proceedings against me?”
“No, Sir…“ Hher words dissolved into a tearful sob.
“Then kindly be silent and compose yourself for the fourth stroke. Be grateful I am not going to repeat the third, in view of your absurd interruption.”
Audrey lapsed into cowed silence and her ordeal continued as the implacable Grassal conferred the next stroke on the tender undercurve of her shapely mounds. Her pupils dilated wildly and her beautiful lips contorted as she responded to its bite with a shrill scream.
By now the audience was transfixed by the power of the drama unfolding before them. Cut number five was the one she had been dreading since she felt her suspenders being realigned. A streak across the tops of her tender thighs. Her scream more piercing this time.
She was not afforded a second’s respite as he whipped her just above the middle of her hinds. Despite the tight grasp of the girls on her wrists and ankles, the redhead’s pale cheeks writhed and then contracted until the division between them was reduced to a thin seam.
With the practiced disciplinarian’s impeccable sense of pace and timing, Grassal allowed a couple of minutes to elapse before delivering the penultimate cut. Again, across the silken thighs. The once imperious lady abandoned all conceit of dignity and screamed for all she was worth.
It was fair to say that the girls who shared the stage with Audrey had little love for her, but even Cybele, whom she had so cruelly whipped a short time ago, pitied her in her ordeal.
Knowing that the piece de resistance would surpass all that had gone before, the spectators held their breath in tense anticipation.
Applying the final stroke, the unsparing Director excelled all fears and expectations. Placing it directly in the middle of the now scarlet bottom, he succeeded in overlapping two previous raised welts. Audrey’s entire body pulsated as if an electric current had seized her. She emitted a long piteous wail before collapsing into sobs of pain and humiliation suffused with heartfelt remorse.
Grassal stood back from the scene like an artist surveying a completed canvass. For a long moment, the theatre was as still as a graveyard. Then, slowly at first, a ripple of applause began, gradually building to a crescendo. The Maestro bowed his head in acknowledgment of the acclaim with only the faintest hint of a smile, before the curtain fell upon an evening of drama neither actors nor audience would ever forget.
The End
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