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Chapter 5
Randolph broke his hug of Alicia and said "Now we must address your threatening my life. You have to be punished for that." He then stood to his feet and approached Raphael. "You still have your barrel in the basement?" He asked. Raphael nodded his ascent. Randolph continued. Then may I utilize your barrel and some accou tre mon"
Raphael again nodded and led the way to the basement door. He pulled a large keyring out of his pocket, and fumbling for the right key, for a few seconds, he ceremoniously opened the basement door. "Tyrone" snapped Rndolph, "Make sure the store is secure, then join us. I wouldn't want you to miss this." "Yes sir" Tyrone said, as he started
checking doors. He closed the window gates and locked them, with the keys Raphael had tossed him. When he was satisfied that all was secure, he then walked calmly down the basement stairs, into the makeshift dungeon of Raphael.
Randolph grabbed Alicia by the arm and escorted her down the stairs. She needed help, as the pencil skirt she wore would've made it nigh impossible, otherwise. She was quite taken aback. She had never been punished. Not like he thought of punishment. "He wouldn't really hurt her! Wouldhe?" She thought. "Could he be serious?!" Ran frantically
through her mind. Randolph feigned paying her any attention. He knew she was afraid! Very afraid!
Raphael walked through the dungeon stages, turning on lights as he went. The punishment room was the furthest of four consecutive, subterranian rooms. All built with the latest in sound deadening materials. Silent to 300 decibles. That means you could blow a train whistle and no one outside would hear you.
Randolph told Alicia to take off all of her new clothing. He located the barrel and motioned for her to join him next to it. She was, again, naked as the day she was born. Oddly enough, she preferred being naked, than in one of the outfits. It felt more natural to her. She was still afraid though. "Alicia" said Randolph. "Lean over this barrel, here."
She followed his orders, tentatively at first, then with more alacrity. She figured that he wouldn't kill her or hurt her too badly. As he had just paid two million dollars for her.
Randolph said, "take your clothes off, Alicia." She started to take off the new outfit, wondering
g all the while, how much it was going to hurt and what exactly he planned to do to her. As if reading her thoughts, Randolph said to her, " I am going to punish your threat to me by whipping you." He continued. "Normally I would tell you how many lashes or whatever, but the seriousness of your offense requires a bit more. So I'll stop when I figure
you've learned your lesson."
Alicia was shocked, to say the least. She had never even gotten a spanking. Her dad always talked to them and his disappointment made her cry, as it hurt her feelings. This was something alltogether different. Capital punishment! She was afraid.
When Alicia was, again, naked, Randolph had her lean over the barrel. The barrel had leather cuffs on the far side and at the bottom, which he strapped her into.
He chose a medium strength cane from the rack of tools on the wall. Raphael asked "You don't think that cane is too much?" "No" Randolph answered. "This is no pleasure spanking."
"Even though no one can hear you try not to scream too loudly"
With that said he swung the cane and conncted with one of Alicia's butt cheeks.
White hot pain seared her mind! She screamed then Never had she felt anything like this. And he kept swinging. Alicia kept screaming. Raphael's two slaves were afraid as well.
Alicia's pain receptors were on fire. This was by far her worst experience. Every time he hit her was worse than the last.
finally she could take no more and darkness claimed her.
When Alicia stopped screaming it took Randolph a moment to realize that she had lost consciousness. He was mid swing for another lash.
Then he was angry at himself for making her punishment so severe.
Randolph unstrapped Alicia from the barrel and carried her upstairs. The look on his face prevented anyone from addressing him directly. He told Raphael's slaves to provide aftercare for Alicia.
After a nod from Raphael, they too, followed all of Randolph's orders.
Randolph's face showed all of the anger he felt. His scowl was frightening to behold. But, to the not so casual observer, there
was genuine care and concern, as well.
After Raphael's slaves administered aftercare to Alicia, Randolph had them dress her. He chose something loose, so as not to cause her any undue pain. A tinnis skirt, with a matching top and tennis shoes.
Alicia then started to come around. Slowly, at first, then more rapidly. She saw Randolph's face and was again afraid. Then she saw that he was angry at himself and that he was concerned for her
and it changed something inside of her. She knew that she should not threaten his life, but she also realized that she was supposed to be closer to him than anyone else. He had said as much.She
understood that she could not engage in that type of behavior, with such a powerful and private man as Randolph Charlemaine.
When he realized she was awake and watching him, Randolph approached her."Never again." He said. "Never again will I punish you so severely."
"Are you ready to go home?" He Asked. For a moment she thought that he as asking if she wanted to return to her old life, then she realized he meant HIS home.
"Yes. I'm ready." She said, softly. "Tyrone!" Randolph almost yelled. "Get the car loaded."
While Tyrone loaded the purchases, Randolph had bent down and was stroking Alicia's hair. Gently reassuring her, in wisperedtones, that all would be well.
When the car was loaded, he gently scooped her up and got in the back of the limo.
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