The Carrot and the Stick

by C. P. Vanner

  Hampton took his place alongside Beth, as it was she who was the first of the novitiates, and swung the cane in the air as if trying to find a rhythm. Without a word, he started to cane the girl with hard, measured strokes. After five she cried out and slumped back on her heels, so Helen Cross stepped forward and helped her back into position with her hips supported by the altar rail, and the caning resumed. Twelve times he slashed the unprotected bottom, and each crack of impact was followed by a despairing wail and the sound of sobbing. Eventually Hampton dropped the cane on the floor and resumed his seat, panting slightly.

  Helen Cross, the ‘mother superior’, handed the riding crop to T.J. Kearns. ‘Perhaps you would deal with the flesh and the soul of my second wayward girl,’ she offered.

  Kearns took his place alongside Celeste with a grim, determined look on his face. ‘Strip,’ he demanded. The girl stood up, removed her wimple and pulled the robe over her head. Naked, she knelt down again, supporting her body on the rail. Without further ado, Kearns started to whip her mercilessly on her bottom and upper thighs. The beating lasted so long that Celeste, who had vowed to herself to remain silent at all costs, cried out for mercy. After five more strokes he was gasping for breath, and he too dropped the whip and returned to his seat.

  The mother superior handed the birch to Peregrine Merchant. ‘Punish the flesh of my third nun and drive out her sins.’

  Eagerly, Merchant grasped the birch and strode quickly across the room to his quivering victim. He arranged her over the rail with her legs slightly open, and began to birch her bottom, making sure that the extremities of the birch twigs reached around buttock and thigh to the most intimate regions. Natasha yelped but made no attempt to move, so he continued until the floor around her was strewn with the brittle ends of birch broken by the force of his blows, and then handed it back to Helen Cross.

  She threw off her wimple and robe, and the watching men caught their collective breath, for she was a magnificent sight, naked apart from a white satin corset, skimpy satin knickers, stockings, and high heels. Her eyes blazed like an Amazon contemplating war. She grasped the birch, still warm from Merchant’s grip, and slashed two quick strokes across Natasha’s already ridged and discoloured buttocks. ‘You’ll get no mercy from me, my child, despite what you may have thought,’ she vowed, birching the girl for a third and fourth time. Natasha yelled again, but four more strokes fell before Helen was satisfied.

  Then she ordered Beth and Natasha to disrobe like Celeste, and made all three girls remain as they were, naked and kneeling with their punished bottoms on full display for the delectation of the very appreciative guests.

  Epilogue

  A week after the meeting in the country house, Cross, Carstairs and Denton issued a press release. It said that following the acquisition of the Rybix contract, the company was pleased to announce it had signed long-term advertising deals with two giant corporations, Internat and Eastern Light. At the foot of the press release, there was another announcement that received little attention at the time. It was to the effect that Cross, Carstairs and Denton were creating a subsidiary company to be known as C.N.B. Holdings Ltd to handle the new contracts and to seek new clients for the parent organisation.

  A year on, and the new company is doing well, so well that it may soon be floated on the stock exchange. There is no shortage of potential new clients; senior businessmen seem to enjoy going personally to the offices of C.N.B. Holdings Ltd. There is no shortage either of potential staff, even though they are all females aged between eighteen and thirty. The working hours are long and irregular and the duties are punishing, but the opportunities are limitless.

  Helen Cross is the chairperson of C.N.B. Holdings, and Beth Forrester the managing director. Natasha Perry is the director of human resources, and as such she reports directly, and very frequently, to Helen Cross alone. Celeste Hampton, the wife of the reclusive Internat billionaire, is an executive director and enjoys attending all board meetings and personally interviewing all new members of staff.

  C.N.B. Holdings was named after Celeste, Natasha and Beth, but the girls know a secret, a secret shared with an ever-expanding group of very select and intimate friends. It really stands for: Cane Naughty Bottoms. Look out for it in the city; it’s there.

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