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squirmed and twisted as she tried to reach the large buckle to the waist restraint on the far side of the table. Just as her fingertips touched it, Mrs. Pew returned.
    “Oh you wicked child! You shall be punished for your insolence and for not staying put as a good little girl should!" 
    Emmie was immediately contrite. Her bottom still ached from the previous spanking and she could not imagine having to go through that again.
    "Please, please I'm sorry! Please don't spank me!" Emmie hated to beg, but she hated the idea of a spanking more. 
    "Stop it this instant,” Mrs. Pew ordered. “You have earned this punishment and nothing you say is going to prevent it. Naughty little girls need to be punished or they will never learn." 
    In some households where Mrs. Pew had served, tradition dictated that the child-bride not only view the punishment implement to be used, but also ask for her correction. This not only increased the shame and fear, but also demonstrated proper acceptance and submission to authority. It was also instructive during discipline and training to have the various implements, like the tawse, paddle or cane - on display to serve as a warning. 
    Lord Burkewood felt differently. He was an ardent believer in using a firm hand on a bare bottom, believing that skin-to-skin contact added to the shame. He wanted Emmie to see the raised hand, knowing it was about to swiftly and relentlessly descend onto her unprotected backside. He’d instructed Mrs. Pew to handle the use of other implements in a different manner as well.
    Mrs. Pew kept her implements hidden in the deep pockets of her skirt. Now she reached into a basket under the table and pulled out a thick, long strip of pink silk. Before Emmie had time to react, Mrs. Pew covered her eyes with the fabric and tied the long strands into a tight knot behind her head.  Emmie instinctively reached up to pull off the blindfold and earned a stinging slap to her hand.
    "Arms at your sides. Do not move them again."
    Emmie made a pitiful little mewling noise as she dutifully complied.
    Lord Burkewood had ordered Emmie blindfolded whenever she was to be disciplined with something other than a bare hand, for he believed nothing was more terrifying than the unknown. If Emmie could not see the implement of her pending misery, she could not truly anticipate the pain until she experienced it. If she saw it in advance, she at least would form an opinion or understanding of how – say - a wooden paddle, was going to feel. By literally being kept in the dark, she would have no way of knowing what to anticipate. Over time she would inevitably become intimately familiar with and come to dread all the discipline tools, but when blindfolded she’d never would know which was about to be used. The fear would be magnified to a wonderfully effective degree. 
    Mrs. Pew positioned herself between Emmie's open knees. She could see the fearful shiver course through the girl's body as she became even more aware of her vulnerability. The nanny grasped a small crank at the foot of the table and slowly began to turn it. With each revolution, the stirrups forced Emmie's legs further and further apart till she was displayed in an almost garish manner. Emmie's mewling now became full-throated moaning and Mrs. Pew took a moment to savor her charge's incredible innocence and supplication. As she watched the girl’s soft thighs quiver in fear, she could not resist what lay between them, and reached out to pet the soft, downy hair that covered her young pussy. Emmie violently started at the touch. 
    "Please don't." Emmie whispered. Her heart was beating so fast she felt faint. Despite being eighteen and well into marriageable age, her sheltered, naive mind could not possibly comprehend why Mrs. Pew would touch her “there.
    "I want you to place both your hands under your bottom.  This will help you resist the urge to reach out once your punishment has begun, although with time you will be