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  Please let him put a finger in. Please let him put a finger in. Her mind started up an inner chant of frustration. Please let him... A satisfyingly thick digit was inserted in her vulva and she relaxed and parted her thighs a little more. Was Franklin still watching? Maybe he'd see how wet and open she was, and he'd want to have hard and driving sex.

  'As you can see, her vulva gets grovellingly needy when she's thrashed,' the Dutchman murmured, withdrawing his dripping finger. 'I think we can re-educate her until she genuinely repents her adulterous ways.'

  If only they wouldn't talk about her as if she wasn't there. Ruth lay, motionless over the older man's knee and wondered when he would touch her pleasurably again.

  'Go over and offer penance to your poor cuckolded husband,' the Dutchman said, half-lifting her then pushing her gently back till she sat on the settee, her hands still bound before her. Ruth twisted awkwardly around till she saw Franklin sitting a few feet further along from her and coldly gazing her way. She started to stretch her bare feet towards the floor, planning to walk over and stand before her spouse, then kneel in front of him. 'No, just wriggle along the settee on your belly,' Karel Kromhout continued in a casually commanding voice.

  Worse and worse. Wincing as her warm tummy made contact with the cool leather of the settee, Ruth humiliatedly began to wriggle towards her husband, using her feet to help increase her speed a little. Not that she was keen to show him her vulnerable contours - she just didn't want to upset him further by being too slow. And every movement which took her nearer Franklin took her further away from the despotic Karel Kromhout with his painfully effective large right palm.

  If only both men weren't staring at her partial nakedness. She could sense Franklin's full frontal gaze, even though she refused to confront it. From his vantage point he could see her nipples pressing into the settee leather through her thin bra and T-shirt as she writhed. The Dutchman, on the other hand, was behind her and closest to her rosy rump, which tensed and untensed with each crawling move.

  At last the twenty-two year old's vision focused on Franklin's trousered leg. She hesitated, psyching up her voice and words and courage. Then she wriggled over the few inches that separated them and manoeuvred herself with effort over his immobile lap.

  'I'm really sorry for what I did, Franklin. Your friend spanked me so hard,' she whispered.

  'He was a stranger to me until this week,' her husband said coolly. 'He's not a friend.'

  'Then why...?' She wondered if it was wise to start asking awkward questions. But Franklin relaxed back against the settee, and seemed to want to talk.

  'Remember young Pete's twenty-first birthday?' he asked. Ruth nodded; Peter was a junior engineer in Franklin's electronics firm. He worshipped Franklin who was a mentor figure to the shy young man. 'Well, a few of the lads chipped in twenty quid each to give him a really special coming-of-age present,' her husband continued. 'Two hours with a high class escort girl in her Fantasy Chamber rooms.'

  'First I've heard of it,' Ruth muttered. Then she realised that she'd better be nice whilst lying under his fingers. 'Not that you have to tell me everything,' she added submissively.

  'I didn't tell you because Peter didn't want anyone outside the firm to know,' Franklin said. He traced an exploratory finger down the deep crease of her arse, and Ruth shivered with lust and humiliation. Her husband teased the crack some more. 'Anyway,' he went on, 'when I went to the Chamber to pay the woman she showed me a room with a one way mirror for guys who like being watched whilst they're being punished. You know, an additional humiliation sort of thing.'

  Tell me about it, Ruth thought sarcastically, but she kept her council. She was in no position to start answering back.

  'Anyway, I said jokingly that I'd bear the room in mind if my wife was ever disobedient,' Franklin continued. Ruth heard Karel Kromhout give a short low laugh. She shut her eyes, sure that Franklin wasn't laughing. For a moment he'd been delightfully caressing her silky thigh backs, but now he'd obviously remembered how unfaithful those thighs had been.

  'Somewhat to my surprise,' the electronics entrepreneur went on, 'she admitted she knew of a place which re-educated grown ups. She said that it belonged to a friend of a friend and was based in Amsterdam. When I found out you'd been unfaithful to me I went back to the woman and she gave me The Correction House's e-mail address.'

  'So you paid Mr Kromhout to come here and chastise me,' Ruth muttered ashamedly, wishing for the fortieth time that they'd let her keep her pants on for her spanking. How long must she lie here like this displaying her small hot cheeks? She twisted her head back and was shocked to see how finger-marked red they actually were.

  'Franklin, I want you inside me,' she whispered pleadingly.

  'You've already had a man inside you today, you little whore,' her husband said.

  Was it really only this afternoon that Stephen had tied her to the hotel bed and thrust pantingly inside her? That act of adultery seemed very far away. 'I know, but... it's you that I really want,' she continued, lifting her sore hips and parting her legs in a take-me gesture.

  'And I can't forgive you until you've atoned for your crimes in a Dutch Correction House,' Franklin answered unrelentingly.

  'But I... How long would I stay there?' Ruth muttered, as her impassive spouse untied her hands then set her firmly on the floor.

  'Depends on how good you are,' Karel Kromhout explained.

  'And you'd be the one... re-educating me?' she asked, putting her freed hands over her tenderised posterior and trying to massage the deep down heat away.

  'Myself and two others,' the Dutchman admitted. 'One of whom owns the Correction House.'

  'All men?' Ruth prompted shyly.

  'All men,' the Amsterdammer confirmed. 'And the adulterous students are all female so you'll have instant friends.'

  Ruth stared from the Dutchman to her husband then back again. Both of them were obviously awaiting her answer.

  'Would I be... you know... chastened every day?'

  Karel Kromhout shook his head. 'Only when your behaviour warranted a meeting with our numerous canes and clit-teasing devices and multi-thonged whips.'

  This bastard certainly knew how to shame. Ruth flushed at his blatant words. 'But if I'm perfect I'll never be punished?'

  'You, perfect?' Franklin raised his eyes.

  Damn them all - she'd live an exemplary six months so that she didn't have to taste the cane, and she'd have a Dutch holiday into the bargain. She'd act as if she was contrite but would still remain in charge. Ruth smiled with mock submissiveness at the unusually hard-hearted Franklin and at the hard-palmed Karel Kromhout. 'Alright, gentlemen, I'll go to the Correction House,' she said.

  Three weeks later Ruth stared out of the aeroplane's window as red streaks appeared in the 6am sky - a foreign sky. The glow reminded her of how Karel Kromhout had spanked and spanked until she'd pleaded with him to spare her burning buttocks. Now she was going to meet the pitiless specialist again.

  'Almost there,' Franklin said matter-of-factly, glancing at his watch.

  'Will you miss me?' Ruth asked. She so wanted to regain his husbandly approval.

  'I'll miss the old Ruth - the one who was faithful,' Franklin said tautly. 'I'm hoping that after a few sound thrashings I'll get the old Ruth back.'

  'She's back now,' Ruth countered quickly. She risked a light touch of his hand, but he hadn't responded to her advances since finding out about her unfaithfulness. He'd rarely spoken to her or even smiled. 'I phoned Stephen the day after... the day after Mr Kromhout visited us,' she continued as the aeroplane neared Amsterdam, 'and told him our affair was over. I've ignored his phone calls since.'

  'You still have to be thoroughly re-educated by the experts,' her husband said coolly, slapping one large palm against the other, 'so that you don't commit the same offence again.'

  'And you'll come back once a month like you promised for conjugal visits?' she persisted, feeling her sex canal aching with frustrati
on. How she longed to be caressed and held and kissed by her husband again.

  'Yes, I'll return to visit and to see videos of you being birched and leathered,' Franklin said in the same terse voice which he'd used since she'd cheated on him. 'Believe me, I wouldn't miss it for the world.'

  The plane landed, then they boarded a train to Centraal Station. Justus Lederwaren, the second trainee Master, met them there and led them to his very big car.

  Even Franklin whistled when he saw it. 'Maybe I should become a trainee Master myself,' he said, patting the bonnet as if it was a pedigree pup.

  'We have to be on call to re-educate the girls twenty-four hours a day if they're disobedient,' the Dutchman answered. 'So we charge the husbands commensurate fees for our service. It means that we can afford the finer things in life.'

  'Am I costing you lots of money?' Ruth muttered to her spouse, thinking about cost for the first time since agreeing to be sent to the Correction House.

  'It'll be worth it,' Franklin said gratingly. 'If it stops you spreading your legs for a stranger again.'

  Ruth swallowed hard and got quickly into the back seat of the car. There was no point in apologising to Franklin again - he wouldn't listen. Only when she'd been fully retrained would she have a chance of regaining his favour and his love.

  'I'll learn my lessons and come back to you fully cleansed of my sins,' she whispered awkwardly. 'Really I will.'

  Her new trainee Master drove through increasingly quiet streets. She watched the Amsterdam landscape change, then gazed at the Dutchman's broad firm shoulders. Franklin sat beside her, but just talked about the country's industry with the other man.

  Finally they drove along a lane until they reached a hotel sized multi-windowed building set in its own tree-lined grounds.

  'Here is the Correction House,' Justus said simply, indicating the reddish brick edifice with its wonderful yellow sandstone sculptures. 'The other girls have been expecting you, so breakfast awaits.'

  Breakfast was prime ham, Edam and crusty bread, eaten overlooking a circular duck pond.

  'It's beautiful here,' Ruth said with genuine enthusiasm as she admired the verdant view.

  Justus Lederwaren looked pointedly at his cup and a small brunette rushed over to pour him a coffee and top it up with a liquid which looked like cream. 'The entire building, apart from the punishment chambers, has been furnished to promote tranquillity,' he acknowledged softly. 'I'm sure you'll especially love your room.'

  'I half expected to be sharing a dorm,' Ruth admitted, adding the cool white liquid to her own fragrant cup.

  'We're not heathens,' the man said, smiling. 'No, people need their privacy. You'll have your own sleeping quarters, ensuite shower and bath.'

  Ruth finished her coffee, then had a second and a third. It combined with the nutritious food to waken her up. She felt dynamic.

  'Right, if you show me to my room I'll unpack,' she finally murmured, standing up and reaching for her case.

  Franklin frowned. The Dutchman looked at his watch. 'You can unpack later. There's a disciplinary session about to begin.'

  Ruth stared at him open-mouthed, then her hands crept back to cover her skirt-clad haunches. 'But I've just arrived. Surely you aren't going to...?'

  'To punish you?' Master Lederwaren continued. 'No, you're merely required to watch.'

  'But I don't want to watch,' Ruth objected, staring at the coffee pot as if it could absolve her.

  'It's a requirement of the House that some punishments are observed and commented on. It's more shameful for the wrongdoers,' the Correction House worker said.

  He stood up and stepped around the side of the table, then took Ruth's nearest upper arm.

  'You are welcome to watch too,' he told Franklin politely.

  'Try stopping me,' Franklin grinned.

  Ruth dragging her feet, all three of them walked out of the breakfast room, went along a corridor and down a very narrow but steep flight of stairs.

  They reached a door with a sign which said Punishment Chamber One. Justus pushed open the door and Ruth saw the tethered inmate. The blonde girl was completely naked, and was tethered standing in the shape of a cross. She had her back to the watchers - and her bottom. She was securely held in place. Leather cuffs around her wrists were connected to an overhead beam which held her arms out in a V shape. Her ankles were similarly cuffed and fastened to a beam on the floor.

  For a moment Ruth was only conscious of the girl's taut nether cheeks and their obvious vulnerability. Then she became aware of another presence in the room, and saw Karel Kromhout standing to one side.

  'So we meet again,' he said to Ruth, and his eyes spoke of how intently they'd once feasted on her buttocks. And his smile told of how he wanted to bare her bum some more.

  Not knowing what to say, Ruth turned back to Justus Lederwaren and to Franklin who were both staring at the female's waiting orbs.

  'Sit,' the Correction House worker commanded, pointing at a bench along the wall and staring at the twenty-two year old. Ruth sat. Justus turned to Franklin. 'You can sit too, or you can inspect this naughty girl more closely. She's to be chastened for sneaking out to a late night club and flirting with men.'

  'She's got a lot worth flirting with,' Franklin said hoarsely, sidling up to the squirming female, then walking around her. 'A good arse and a great pair of tits.'

  'Agreed, but they should only be for her husband's delectation,' Justus Lederwaren said. 'After all, they don't have an open marriage. She's here because she committed adultery, so to have her compound the offence by last night's club trip means that we have to whip that wilful rump.'

  Ruth licked her lipsticked lips at the mention of the word whip. Then she nibbled at the inside of her mouth as Karel Kromhout walked towards a range of implements hanging on the wall across from her.

  'Talking of whipping,' he said easily, 'I think we'll use this riding crop on Geri's tender spheres.'

  Ruth focused on the braided coiled whip. It had several tails of heavy dark leather. She didn't know if it had the traditional nine tails, and didn't want to get close enough to examine it. The naked culprit was obviously also staring at the crop, for a slight shiver ran through her spread-eagled body and she tensed her helpless bottom cheeks.

  'Yes, you're nervous now,' Karel Kromhout said, walking towards and behind her. 'If only you'd been nervous yesterday and hadn't sneaked out to that corrupting nightclub.'

  'It was a dare,' the girl muttered nervously. She sounded Swedish. 'Ryka dared me,' she forced out.

  'We know that,' Karel Kromhout verified. 'And she's to be dealt with next.' He stepped closer and stroked the girl's taut globes. 'But our newest resident, Ruth, is here to watch a girl being disciplined. We thought we'd show her your bum being whipped because it always writhes and colours so prettily.' He patted that same bottom then traced the curve under the waiting cheeks. 'Ryka makes a lot more noise than Geri when she's wriggling under the riding crop, but her backside never gets as adorably hot and red.'

  'Please - not too red,' the Swedish girl whispered, as a glistening trail began its ponderous journey from between her labial lips.

  Karel Kromhout smirked coldly. 'Very red and very hot indeed.' He stepped back and lined the whip up with the centre of the waiting bum. 'So red that it resembles a crimson apple and feels like a well baked peach.'

  'What if I promise to be a good girl?' Geri pleaded, a slight lisp entering her accented question. In answer, her Master launched the leather thongs through the air.

  'Aah,' the blonde girl gasped. Ruth watched the whip's tails bite into her tender flesh. Both buttocks tensed then untensed in a manic dance that continued for thirty seconds. The girl jerked her naked arse from side to side. Thin pink lines appeared, tapering off in all directions. Another line of moisture dripped from her quim.

  'Please, Master, how many?' she whispered throatily.

  'I haven't decided yet,' the Dutchman said. He contemplated the marks left by the tails
, then pulled back the merciless punisher. Then he applied it to the helpless nether cheeks again.

  'I'll reform,' the girl muttered.

  Karel Kromhout shook his head. 'That bottom promised to reform when it first arrived here. Since then I've lost count of the number of times I've had to thrash it hard.'

  'Bet you haven't,' quipped Geri in a lightly sarcastic tone, and the correction worker pulled back the leather crop again. He whipped the bare bum in front of him four times in quick succession, and the owner of the bottom yelped and writhed unproductively in her bonds. 'Sorry,' she breathed, puckering up her bare bum then untensing it again before repeating the gesture. 'Master, I'm really, really sorry that I was rude.'

  'Sorry that your arse deserves a whipping, not sorry that you almost cuckolded that poor husband of yours again,' Karel Kromhout said, stopping to caress the whip marks. His lascivious attentions made the bondaged girl squirm some more.

  'I can't help... It's just...' Geri broke off, obviously searching for more suitable words. The man stopped fondling her bottom. 'I want to be a loving wife, to stay with one man. But then I see the single girls going out on the town and getting chatted up. I want that too.' She shrugged the little she could in her spread-eagled position. 'I love the admiration and attention that a stranger can give.'

  'But we've met your husband. He loves and admires you,' Justus Lederwaren cut in from the bench beside Ruth and Franklin. As if remembering that there were several strangers behind her, the stripped girl wriggled anew.

  'Yes he loves me, but... well the love of a new man is more exciting,' she admitted softly.

  'In that case, as we've said before,' Karel Kromhout concluded, 'you should divorce your husband and remain a free agent for a while.'

  'But I like being married,' the blonde girl protested, tensing then untensing her adulterous parts in an agony of pain and frustration. 'So I'm really trying to cheat less on my spouse.'

  Her Master sighed. 'My dear, until you learn to stop cheating completely you're going to find your arse flinching under my whip.'