out in despair, whimpering, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Still want to defy me, bitch?” His voice was firm and authoritative.
"Stop it please, no more, no more!” She tried to get to her feet as the cane struck again, catching her bending as she began to stand upright.
"You will obey me, whore!” His voice was full of command and mocking pleasure.
Paula was upright now, she turned to face him in a vain hope of defending herself. The cane sliced through the air to bite into the side of her left thigh. She screamed at the new pain that filled her. Both her hands went instinctively to the affected thigh, gripping and nursing the burning she felt.
The professor advanced on her, the cane raised above his shoulder.
"Will you defy me bitch?"
"Are you mad? Stop it please, please!” she sobbed.
The cane swung forcefully down again. She moved quickly back to avoid the blow, stumbling against the dining table. The cane sliced brutally across her other thigh; she screamed loudly at the pain and launched herself backwards onto the dining table in an effort to evade him.
"Enough please professor enough, no more please, no more!” She was crying uncontrollably now, her body racked with sobs that shook her slim frame.
He advanced on her, the cane raised. Paula kicked out at him from her position on top of the table, the cane catching her painfully on the knee. She yelped and slid herself off the other side of the table, keeping it between them and feeling momentarily safer.
"Will you defy me?” he asked again and raised the cane.
"Lunatic! Bloody madman!” She spat at him, more confident now that the barrier between them offered her protection. But with one great lunge he grabbed across the width of the table, seizing her by the hair, his eyes wide and menacing. Roughly he pulled her by the hair, fully back across the dining table to land in a heap on her knees next to where he stood. The cane sliced through the air to land another stinging blow to her buttocks.
"Will you still defy me bitch?"
"No! No I won't defy you, please, I won't defy you!” she sobbed and collapsed onto the floor to lay at his feet.
The professor stood towering over her for a moment.
"Very well, now undress,” he said, and turned to walk away.
"God, can't you give me a moment!” she screamed angrily. He whirled around instantly and landed another stinging blow across her back. She arched as the pain bit into her and clamped her lips tightly together. She looked at him angrily for a moment then stood slowly up and began undoing the buttons of her blouse, her head down and fingers trembling.
The professor drew a dining chair into the centre of the room and sat waiting for her to finish. She undressed slowly, sobbing softly as she did so. He waited silently.
"Stand before me,” he said at last. He indicated with the cane where she should stand.
Meekly she walked naked to stand before him, her head and eyes downcast, her hands lightly rubbing her still burning buttocks.
"Have you learned now not to defy me bitch?"
"Yes professor,” she said quietly.
"I can't hear you,” he replied impatiently.
"Yes professor, I have learnt,"
"I hope you have,” he said as he turned and picked up a small plastic carrier bag which he handed to her. “I require you to wear this at all times in the flat."
Paula opened the bag and pulled out a leather choker, to which two large silver D-rings were firmly attached. She looked at him and began to protest, but checked herself and nodded slowly.
"Beginning now!” he snapped at her.
With trembling fingers she fitted the collar around her neck and secured the buckle at the back. When she had finished she resumed her subservient posture.
"Kneel before me!"
Paula knelt between his open knees as he sat upright on the chair.
"If you are to do well in psychology, Paula, you must learn a great many things, obedience and the experience of pain are all part of the process. Defiance is not one of them, I hope