It was not until the second year of Lord Arbuthnot's amatory adventures that he added two new weapons to his repertoire -- the cane, and his loyal, unquestioningly obedient manservant Rupert Collins
Reginald Wilkins, a gentleman who shared Arbuthnot's interests, had hosted a gentlemen's evening while his Lordship was visiting London.
"I have a surprise for you tonight, gentlemen," he chuckled as he opened the door of a bedroom on the second floor.
A shapely young woman lay spread eagled on a wide bed, a sturdy looking cane positioned across the backs of her thighs.
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"This is Mandy, the laundress here at my London digs," Wilkins began. "She knows I like my collars well-starched, don't you, Mandy?"
"Yes, sir," the girl whimpered. Arbuthnot looked on spellbound watching the girls's rounded buttocks twitching madly. Clearly she had been through something like this before, and she knew what was coming.
"And did you starch my collar properly for the dinner party last night, Mandy?
"No sir," she murmured timorously.
At this point Wilkins picked up the glossy new cane and slowly slid it back and forth across Mandy's thighs, giving her a sense of its crisp rigidity.
"Please, sir ..." Mandy began.
THWICKK!! Wilkins slashed the cans down across the ripest summits of Mandy's quivering bottomcheeks.
"Do not "Please" me, you lazy wench! Clearly, gentlemen, this indolent slut needs a reminder of the importance of her duties. Indeed I've gone to the trouble of purchasing a new cane in hopes of improving her character."
Wilkins glanced down at the red mark he had left. "Let's see. There are seven of us. Hopefully two strokes apiece will
be enough to leach her a good lesson. What do you say to one stroke each to those pretty legs and that shapely derriere, gentlemen? Thompson, why don't you start us off.
Harold Thompson, a banker in the City, quickly stepped forward and slashed the cane down on Mandy's legs that her body nearly rose up off the bed.
Lord Arbuthnot, who had never so much as held a cane was fifth in queue. Emulating Wilkins, he took a moment to slide the cane back and forth across Mandy's upper thighs, and then, altering his position slightly, he pressed the tip of the rod firmly against Mandy's labia and twirled it around, noting the girl's mounting shame and discomfort.
His first stroke, across her mid-thighs was only moderately well delivered, but during the second rotation, he whipped the cane into her rosy backside with a resounding THWICCKK!! that won plaudits from his colleagues.
And so it was that another Knight of the Cane was born.