“Take your bra off.” He repeated firmly watching her. She froze. She could no longer deny how excited she was but she also didn’t want to give into her own desires in front of these strangers. She shook her head and kept her eyes downcast.

“This is wrong.” She muttered quietly to herself. The Master looked at her and saw her inner struggle. Taking two fingers he lifted her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his.

“Let me make it feel right for you.” He whispered to her. Her eyes widened as she looked at him, her face still red from her earlier embarrassment.

The Master, sensing that she wasn’t yet ready to give into her desires, put his arms around her back and unhooked her bra. He pulled the garment from her and threw it aside carelessly to land on top of her t-shirt on the floor.

“Such a beautiful body.” He admired her. She shook her head in denial.

“Are you disagreeing with me?” He said sternly. She shook her head but The Master could see the excitement building in her eyes. “You are very naughty and naughty little girls have to be punished.” He announced to her.

“I’m not naughty.” She protested softly.

“Then what’s this?” He said gathering the material of his trouser leg and shaking it in front of her eyes. She blushed and said very quietly.

“I didn’t do that.”

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“That deserves a good spanking. You’ve ruined my trousers.” He told her firmly. “Come on, back over my knee.”

Before she could utter a word he put an arm around her waist and dragged her back over his lap.

“No!” She screamed out in fear as he leant forward and out of the holdall, which was on the floor at his feet, he pulled a large round hairbrush like a rabbit from a hat. Holding her firmly in place with one arm he raised the hairbrush and brought it down hard on her still red cheeks. “OW!” She shrieked out in pain and tried to wriggle off of his lap. He spanked her hard again and told her to keep still. Raising her head she looked at the other three girls who were being spanked with only the men’s hands and were still dressed except that their bottoms were exposed. Two of them were already crying.

“Don’t!” Emma shouted out in panic trying to twist her body onto the floor.

“Stop – it!” The Master told her sternly spanking her hard. “Keep – the – noise – level – down.” He accentuated each word with a hard spank on her crimson flesh, which wobbled delightfully for him with each smack.

“OW! Don’t! It hurts!” She cried out in fear.

“It – needs – to – hurt – so – you – remember – to – behave – in – future.” He told her as he hit each cheek in turn, covering the whole area of each mound, top, bottom and centre in succession.

“OW!” Emma cried out with each spank she was given.

The Master knew she was still not crying so he slowed down the smacks so she could feel the full benefit of each one as he painted the flesh to the brightest red he had ever seen and allowed the sting of the hairbrush to subside between each blow before hitting her again.

“Ah! OW! No.” Emma cried out with each spank, kicking her legs hard in frustration and anger. The Master caught the next smack on the area where the buttock joins the thigh. Emma let out an ear-piercing scream and then promptly burst into tears with the pain that was burning its way through her tender flesh. She flayed her hand backwards and just caught The Master’s calf muscle at the side of his left leg a fleeting tap with the tips of her fingers.

The Master smacked her hard three times in quick succession, each time deliberately landing the hairbrush where the buttock met the thigh, left, right and left again. Emma hardly had time to catch her breath each between each blow. Her shoulders shook with the effort of crying and trying to breathe at the same time. She couldn’t catch her breath to beg him to stop.

“Ow.” She moaned after the pain subsided. She tried to bring her hand around to rub her bottom.

“Oh no you don’t.” The Master told her catching her hand and pushing it away.

“Ow. Ah.” She groaned aloud in between her tears.

The Master raised the hairbrush again and gave her another half a dozen hard smacks on the centre of each cheek.

“OW!” Emma moaned after each one as she was sobbing. The Master could see she was beginning to tense after each one, clenching her buttocks together against the impact of the blows.

“Say – you – are – sorry!” He told her firmly. Emma shook her head and pleaded with him.

“I didn’t do anything.” She mumbled, almost incoherent with her tears now.

“What – did – I – tell – you – earlier?” He asked her in between smacks. “Or – shall – I – help – you – to – remember – again?” He offered kindly.

“No.” She begged him. “No don’t. Please don’t.”

“Then – answer – my- question – now!”

“I was late.” She snivelled.

“What – else?”

“I tried to escape.” Emma tried to pull herself off his lap but realising her intention, The Master gripped her waist firmly and smacked her hard across both cheeks.

“OW!” Emma cried out. “Don’t! It hurts!”

“What – else – did – you – do – wrong?”

“AH!”

“Answer – me!” Emma shook her head and sniffed hard.

“Tell – me!” The Master demanded with sharp smacks to her rear.

“OW!”

“Now!” He brought the hairbrush down on her once again.

“OW! I don’t know.” She sobbed. “I don’t know.”

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