Chapter 6. Disciplined
Luckily the Major chaired the meeting that evening and was able to curtail any
lengthy discussions and sidetracking by Mrs. Bradley so the meeting finished
nearly an hour earlier than normal. He made his apologies and didn't stay for
tea afterwards. Arriving at the old pub, he entered quietly by the kitchen door
and hearing voices in the lounge he knew that Paula was not alone. He breathed a
sign of relief but then saw the corkscrew and cork on the counter. "Oh God, no,"
he breathed. Knowing Miriam's penchant for white wine and recognising her voice
he had some inkling of what happened. Perhaps it was only Miriam doing the
drinking? He doubted it. Once Paula smelled the alcohol, she wouldn't be able to
resist especially if Miriam's more forceful personality pressed her.
"What's going on?" John's voice cut through the conversation. It was quiet in
tone but had a steely edge to it. "You disappointed me Paula. You know you
mustn't drink. You know why. You know what will happen to you."
"Please, John, no. I couldn't help it. I tried but I couldn't. Please John.
Please." Tears flowed from her eyes.
"You know what I have to do and why I have to do it. Go upstairs and get ready."
Miriam started to apologise. "It was all my fault Major. I didn't think you
would mind. She kept saying she mustn't have any but I insisted. I didn't see
anything wrong with a glass or two of wine. You and I have drunk a bottle
together many times and she's hardly had two glasses......."
John cut in, "Miriam, you weren't to know but in future if a person says no,
then don't force her. You have now undone all the work I have done with Paula
since she has been here. In fact it is one of the reasons she is here. I am not
blaming you. You didn't know and still don't know, the whole story. You may
guess some of it but your guess could be very wide of the mark so I suggest you
don't try and spread this around the village." His tone was icy.
Miriam flinched and felt like a naughty schoolgirl brought before the headmaster
again. She tried to apologise again insisting that she had pressured Paula but
John just dismissed it saying, "You weren't to know. Please take the rest of the
wine and leave me to deal with Paula." Seeing Miriam was upset too, he added,
"Look, why not call round tomorrow afternoon and perhaps we can talk about it
then. I must see to Paula now."
Miriam left. John went to Paula. "I am sorry I am going to have to do this Paula
but I have to. If I don't then there will be a next time and then another until
you are back on the streets in a drunken stupor."
"Please John, don't. I won't do it again. I promise." She pleaded and pleaded
but John just help up his hand to silence her.
"Paula dear, I have to do this. I know it was mainly Miriam's fault but you were
weak and let her lead you. You must learn to exert yourself more and not be
pushed around. You knew it was wrong. You knew I wouldn't approve or allow it.
Didn't you remember the pain from last time?"
"Yes, but I couldn't seem to help myself. I tried John, I really tried."
"I know you tried dear. I know it is hard for you. You have done well so far but
now I think I need to reinforce the message I gave you when you first came here,
'booze means pain'. Now undress, put your dressing gown on and we'll go to the
cellar and get this over with."
Although she knew the answer, once more she pleaded, "John can't you forgive me
just once?"
John didn't have to answer. Paula shakingly undressed while John went to the
wardrobe. Seeing him remove his polished leather belt from his dress army
uniform, Paula cried out with real alarm, "No John, not the belt. Not the belt I
couldn't take the pain of that."
John put his arms around her, "You can and you will." He too undressed and put
on his gown. Paula fleetingly thought she could run away but immediately
recognised the impossibility. Even if she could dress and get out of the door
before he caught her, where would she go? Back on the streets? And if she tried
to run he would consider her even weaker and might thrash her harder. The only
real option was to submit. She wouldn't be able to persuade him not to punish
her. He kept his word. He had kept his word and looked after her. He cared for
her. She thought he loved her but he hadn't said those words to her.
"Come now Paula, let's get it over with. I don't want to do this any more than
you want to receive it but it has to be done. Not everything in this life is
pleasant, unfortunately." John hastened her to the cellar, closing the hatch
behind them. Pulling one of the dusty old beer barrels still on its stand away
from the wall, John covered it with a cloth. "Lay over the barrel Paula. I am
going to tie your wrists and ankles to the stand so that you cannot move. This
for your safety. I do not want to hit you in the wrong place because you moved
at the wrong time."
Seeing her spread-eagled across the barrel John remarked how sexy she was in
that position, "If I didn't have to deliver your punishment I would love fuck
you like that. See how you have stimulated me already." John opened his dressing
gown so she could see his hardness.
"Don't torment me John, please!. Just get it over with." She was crying now.
John felt so sorry for her but his army training had instilled in him the need
to do his duty.
"Yes, let's get it over with." He wrapped the buckle end of the belt around his
wrist leaving a free end of about eighteen inches. Swinging the belt in a large
arc he brought it down with a loud 'CRACK' on Paula's unprotected arse. She let
forth a tremendous scream. "My God," he thought, "It sounds as if I am killing
her." The stripe across both cheeks was a vivid red.
Almost mechanically he lifted his arm again and brought the belt down. Another
howl of pain. "No more, no more please, please, please!" she shrieked.
John was very tempted to stop there but his analytical mind said that she must
receive sufficient punishment this time to deter her for a very long time
otherwise he would have to repeat the thrashing in only a week or two. Again and
again he brought the belt down until after eight strokes the whole of her
buttock area from the base of the spine to the crease at the top of her thighs
was one huge blotch of red and purple. Paula was howling, screaming and sobbing.
She called him a perverted sadist all the other names she could think of. John
just sat by her side, put his arm across her back and spoke quietly until she
had calmed down a little. When her screaming and wailing had reduced to heavy
sobbing, John said, "I am going to keep you like this for a further five minutes
until you have really calmed down. Your punishment will then be over and I will
do all I can to help you recover and to ease the pain."
The pain was still dreadful when the five minutes was up and he released her
hands. "Lie still until I untie your feet and then I will help you up."
"I don't need your help, you cruel bastard," Paula shouted at him as he tried to
help her from the barrel. But she did need him. She could hardly stand on her
feet. John pressed her naked form close to his body while she tried fairly
unsuccessfully to hammer his back with her fists. Irrationally in the
circumstances she noticed that although he held her, his prick was against her
belly, it wasn't hard any longer. Beating her hadn't stimulated him. Quite the
reverse.
"Calm down Paula, the worst part is over, I am so sorry I had to do it but I
still believe it is the best way to stop you becoming a drunkie for the rest of
your life. Now let's get you upstairs and see if we can soothe away some of the
soreness."
Paula very gingerly touched her tormented arse then looked at her hands as if to
check there was no blood before painfully climbing the stairs to the bedroom.
"Lie face down and I will put some cold compresses on your bum to take some of
the fire away and then I'll massage some soothing cream on." John went to the
bathroom and soaked some towels in cold water and gently laid them over the
fiery redness. He repeated this operation several times before applying cold
cream. By now Paula had almost stopped sobbing although her tortured bum was
still extremely painful. Even the weight of the bedclothes seemed intolerable to
her. John slid down beside her trying with his body to raise the sheets
slightly.
"Don't be afraid to wake me any time in the night to apply more towels or
cream," John instructed. Neither of them slept well until just before dawn the
pain had eased somewhat and they both drifted off.
It was 6.30 when Paula next awoke. This in turn woke John. "How are you
darling?" he asked.
"Sore, of course. Whatcha think?" She moved over worked her way on top of him.
"Remember what we did after you spanked me the first time?"
"How could I forget! Would you like to try it again?" She did. Sliding herself
on to his erect pole, she gently moved her body up and down. The movement of her
buttock muscles caused stabs of pain to run through her whole body but she
didn't care. The fire in her arse had warmed her cunt and she needed fucking.
She needed to feel his cock inside her even if she couldn't do it at full rut.
Still at the gentle pace it wasn't long before he came but he still kept
sufficiently hard for Paula to continue a few minutes longer to achieve her
orgasm.
Later over breakfast they discussed her punishment. Paula, understandably,
wanted alternatives if she lapsed again. The belt was awful and the cane just
too terrible to contemplate. John said he never wanted to use either on her ever
again but didn't waver from his resolve to do so if the need arose. This upset
Paula considerably. She tried to convince him there were other ways such as
Alcoholics Anonymous but he considered them namby-pamby and ineffective. As the
discussion turned to acrimonious argument, Paula became very angry, calling John
a sadist just wanting to see her scarred like the Indian woman in the story.
Although John quietly tried to counter her argument, for the rest of the morning
there was a invisible barrier between them. Things improved a little over lunch.
Paula apologised but didn't know how she would react if ever the temptation to
drink over came her.
Miriam came round in the afternoon to apologise for her part in getting Paula to
drink and discretely tried to find out what went on after she left last night.
She had some idea because Paula sat down only with great difficulty but all she
got out of the girl was, "It is a private matter."
