Smithers, the maid, is in trouble again. Yet again she has mistaken salt for sugar, giving her boss's clients a very unpleasant surprise. Still in uniform, she is hauled up to his personal dungeon, her hands are tied to a beam and blindfolded. Now she is ready for the cane. She has a round, full bottom, eminently suitable for the cane, and well experienced at being thrashed; her boss wonders if she secretly enjoys having her bottom beaten? First he gives her a dozen strokes over her trousers, but then he decides that he wants to see the results of his handiwork. So now her bottom is bared fo...

Smithers, the maid, is in trouble again. Yet again she has mistaken salt for sugar, giving her boss's clients a very unpleasant surprise. Still in uniform, she is hauled up to his personal dungeon, her hands are tied to a beam and blindfolded. Now she is ready for the cane. She has a round, full bottom, eminently suitable for the cane, and well experienced at being thrashed; her boss wonders if she secretly enjoys having her bottom beaten? First he gives her a dozen strokes over her trousers, but then he decides that he wants to see the results of his handiwork. So now her bottom is bared for another dozen. But he so enjoys his work that her bottom actually receives another fifteen strokes. But she is so experienced a canee that the marks hardly show! He vows, next time it will be a whip. (CA203)