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saw the very
welted bottom slowly being lifted.   Lucy sobbed into the scratchy fabric of the settee, trying to bring her
bottom into position.   She heard the
cane swish once more through the air, and then her head reared back as she
screamed out the agony of the extra stroke.   As with her sister, Thorne had placed an
additional, extremely hard stroke to cross her bottom on the diagonal.   Apparently believing her behavior warranted
even further correction, he walked to her other side and lifted the cane again.   “Again, Miss Furniss.   Lift your bottom and submit to your
discipline.”   Edward watched and was
pleased as Lucille’s bottom lifted once more.   It was swollen and welted with the dozen
strokes but he had to admit it was a beautiful sight.   Thorne tapped the cane across the welted
skin and then lifted his arm.    As the stroke landed to cross all previous lines, Lucy collapsed onto
her stomach, her hands reaching back to cover and rub at the fire in her
throbbing bottom.  
    “Lucille Furniss, get your hands off your
bottom!” Edward stated firmly, not believing she had the audacity to try to rub
away her punishment.   “Present
yourself properly until you are released, or it will be another round of the
cane.”   Lucy pulled her hands away
from her welted skin only to claw at the fabric of the settee as she pushed
herself once more into the time-honored penitent position.   She continued to sob as both men looked
at the condition of her bottom.    A large crimson “X” now decorated her rump – the two vivid lines
broken only by the cleft of her buttocks.   Every wheal was crimson and raised on both bottoms still being presented
by the two women.  
    Edward nodded to himself in acknowledgement of
Thorne’s expertise, finding that it rivaled even his own.   He listened as both women were
instructed to place themselves at the wall, keeping their skirts well raised,
their red bottoms displayed.   The
women shuffled to the wall, their progress slowed by the puddles of their
bloomers trapped around their slim ankles.   Edward grinned at their ungainly pace until they were able to press the
tips of their noses against the floral wallpaper.   Their sobs filled the air and their
bodies continued to shake and quiver.   Edward gave another small grin as he wondered if he would find his wife
in the same condition under this punishment as he always found her under
his.   His fingers itched to discover
the truth but he controlled his impulse.   Sharing his wife’s bottom with another man after her marriage was one
thing; sharing the intimate details of her body’s response was quite
another.  
    Headmaster Thorne, his heart pounding with a job
very well done, returned to his desk and somewhat reluctantly replaced the cane
into its place of honor on the wall.   He knew his students hated being made to stand in front of his desk, the
rack of several canes easily visible behind his head.   He knew they very seldom focused on the
lecture he always gave as their minds focused on which one of the many options
he would choose to enforce the rules of the establishment.   He took a seat at his desk and looked
over at the two women.   He nodded to
himself, easily seeing the evidence of his handiwork on the two bare bottoms
against the opposite wall.   He
turned to Lord Wintercrest, and was amused to see the man smiling.   They nodded at each other in silence,
both enjoying the sounds of the small, feminine cries, as well as the pair of
very well-punished heart-shaped bottoms, framed as they were by drapes of heavy
uniform skirts being held up by still shaking hands.   Edward’s grin widened as he realized
that there was now an additional way to tell the women apart.   Besides the ring adorning his wife’s
hand, his sister-in-law’s little bottom bore an additional stroke, a large vivid
cross throbbing and burning its existence into her soul.  
    Fifteen long minutes passed until the