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spanking implements. There were literally hundreds of the things, ancient and modern, hanging on pegs in neat rows. There were canes and straps, lashes and riding crops, paddles and whips galore from the four corners of the globe. I have seen many fine collections of such items in my time, but none, though I say so myself, to match my own. It was started by my grandfather and I have added to it in my turn. A peer of my acquaintance recently offered me a thousand guineas for it. Suffice it to say, I was not even remotely tempted.
    At any other time I might have dallied awhile, savouring the wondrous sight before me, but not now. I went quickly to the particular lash I had in mind and lifted it from its peg. It was an unremarkable item, more functional than beautiful, with black leather thongs and an ebony handle polished smooth by use. Round and unadorned, with a plum-like swelling at the end, it was undeniably phallic and eminently suitable for what Victoria had in mind. My ward clearly thought so, for she stroked it in a most suggestive fashion as she thanked me.
    â€˜My pleasure,’ I said.
    Rose’s too, just seconds later. She gasped when the phallus entered her vagina and moaned with delight as Victoria proceeded to work it in and out with a corkscrew motion. My ward’s free hand again sought out her victim’s clitoris and soon Rose was panting and squirming almost frantically. Her climax, unsurprisingly, was not long coming.
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    â€˜That was a fine performance, Victoria,’ I said. ‘ Most commendable - especially when one considers it was your first.’
    We were alone in the study, my ward and I. Rose had dressed and departed, sated and rather subdued, I thought. What she made of the episode I couldn’t say, but I remained somewhat bemused. Of one thing was certain - I was seeing my ward Victoria in a whole new light. ‘You have a natural flair for this,’ I said, ‘that much is clear.’
    â€˜It is generous of you to say so, uncle,’ she declared, beaming at the praise.
    â€˜I do say so - you have every right to be proud, my dear. In truth, I found it highly instructive. And how about you? Did you enjoy it?’
    â€˜Oh, I did, I did!’ she said enthusiastically. ‘It’s ages since I had so much fun! Did you see her face when...?’ Her voice trailed away suddenly, her smile faltered and her eyes took on an uncertain look. My own expression hadn’t changed, but some sixth sense warned her of the trap opening before her. ‘That is... what I meant to say...’
    â€˜Your meaning is perfectly plain, Victoria,’ I said quietly. ‘You were having “fun” - your own word - despite my earlier warnings to the contrary. Clearly the lesson in the boathouse was not well learned, was it? Obviously it needs reinforcing.’
    She stammered something and cast her eyes down, her cheeks flushing. I thought she might try to wriggle out of it, for she knew full well no sexual ‘consolation’ would be forthcoming a second time - I had imposed a limit of once a day, disapproving as I did of greediness and self indulgence - but she simply sighed and nodded despondently. She went over to the table and retrieved the paddle, holding it out to me. It was a clever move on her part, attempting to control events in this fashion, but I’ve had years of experience in these matters and am not so easily fooled.
    â€˜I rather think,’ I said, ‘we need something a little more testing. Return this to the cupboard and bring me instead the medium tawse.’
    There was a flash of chagrin in her eyes, quickly suppressed. I said not a word as she handed me the short strap, but simply regarded her. For a moment or two she did not move, then her hands rose to the fastenings on her dress. For the second time in under an hour she stripped for punishment.
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Chapter 3
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    At breakfast the following morning I announced that