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A Mother's Painful Duty Part 2

A Mother's Painful Duty

Part 2

By Cate.

Emily felt tears scald her eyes as she faced the wall. The wallpaper

had never looked more hideous. Of course her mother would never allow her

to look on a naked body, whether that of a man or woman. mother quite

logically explained the fact that Emily was almost always naked when she

chastised her: the removal of every vestige of modesty increased the

humiliation, and, after all, humiliation was the most essential part of the

punishment, even more than the pain. "You have been disobedient, Emily,"

her mother's husky, commanding voice came to her. "And Dr Mappamundi must

suffer the consequences. "No, Mommy, don't say that, please, I beg you!!"

"But perhaps in the long run it's for the best." There was a slight gasp

and moan from Dr Mappamundi. "Emily, where is Dr Mappamundi?" Mrs Adams

asked "What position does she find herself in?" "She .... Is she across

your knees, Mummy?" "Would you find that surprising, Emily?" "Oh, Mommy,

please let her go. Please don't hurt her," Emily was frantic with

embarrassment. "I think Dr Mappamundi can speak for herself," her mother
said. "Emily, perhaps you'll...you'll feel I've let you down," Dr

Mappamundi said. "I came here to speak on your behalf. I confess I ...I

was somewhat disturbed over what you told me -about how your appeal to your

mother had failed."

In fact, Dr Mappamundi had been extremely scornful when Emily told her

of her mother's powers of argument. They were in Dr Mappamundi's study at

the university, Dr Mappamundi smoking a cigarette, her legs in these same

elegant boots propped between two piles of books on the worn leather

surface of her desk. Emily had tried to explain how her mother could argue

a case most cogently, so that Dr Mappamundi had said with a mocking smile

on her beautiful lips: "She sounds like a controversialist and

logic-chopper of the highest order." This was unusually sarcastic, even for

Dr Mappamundi. When asked what college her mother had attended, Emily had

to admit that her mother had never been to university, but that she was

very well read and informed. "I have little time for auto-didacts," Dr

Knapp had said dismissively, crossing her elegant legs and lighting another

cigarette. "Your mother's opinions are outrageous and I have by no means

decided that I shall not take this matter further."

There was a dressing table to Emily's left on which lay her mother's

modest cosmetics. It had a three-winged mirror. Emily dared take a glance

at one of the mirrors, which was angled so that she could see her mother's

erect back. In the bright afternoon sunlight through the net curtains she

could see Dr Mappamundi's superb buttocks prominently exposed over her

mother's thighs. Exquisitely curved pale cream buttocks, unmarked as yet,

but the blonde woman's upper thighs were suffused with a painfully rosy

flush. With another slight move of her head Emily could see how Dr

Mappamundi's right arm was twisted behind her back and gripped at the wrist

by her tormentor. "I'm so, so sorry, Dr Mappamundi," Emily mumbled. "And

I so much wanted to meet your mother," Dr Mappamundi went on. "So when she

telephoned me.." "Telephoned you?" Emily was terrified. So mommy knew!

Oh, Christ, she'd know about the demonstrations as well. And all Emily's

little acts of solidarity with the student body It was too horrible. "I

knew she must have a most interesting mind." Dr Mappamundi went on. As

indeed she has. We...We had a most civilised discussion " There was a

silence, while Emily grew more and more agitated. "You are probably aware

what stage we have reached." "Mommy won the argument," Emily said, then

added despairingly, " I know that you're just winding up the discussion the

way mommy likes to do, but why are you... why are you in.. in that

..position?" "In the discussion with your mother I certainly had not

expected to lose the argument," Dr Mappamundi said in her usual closely

reasoned tones" "You were the youngest Philosophy graduate in Lady Margaret

Hall," gushed Emily. "Hold your tongue, Emily," her mother interrupted.

There was a crack like a pistol shot and a cry of despair from Dr

Mappamundi. Mo mommy was obviously in possession of her ebony hair brush

and had just made violent contact with the philosophical buttocks. There

were several minutes of gulping sobs, interspersed with pleadings for mercy

from Dr Mappamundi, before she was able to continue in faltering tones. "I

was, of course, totally wrong in my assumption." "Yes, but..."Emily said,

bewildered. "Silence, Emily" her mother said with such a lemony twist of

asperity in her voice that Emily's fears for Mommy's helpless prisoner were

greatly increased. She was only too well aware how powerless you were over

Mommy's knees, your outer arm twisted behind your back and held firmly,

with a half-turn to the wrist, a slight but utterly weakening twist which

left you completely at her mercy. But then, you were already at her mercy,

after she had droned on at you in her deep voice, staring into your eyes so

that all resistance was drained out of you and you trembled to do her will.

"In view of my erroneous assumption," Dr Mappamundi went on, "I had little

difficulty in agreeing to a certain proposition of you mother's." "Oh

dear!" Emily said. " She told me that you had eventually accepted her

arguments when you made your case to her about your future plans." "Well,

yes, that's true. mommy always wins her arguments with me." "She told me

that she had chastised you and brought you to book." "Yes," Emily said

miserably, knowing what was coming. "She asked me was I prepared to accept

the same terms." "Oh God, no" wailed Emily. "I made the mistake of

assuming..... and it is one of my tenets that one should never merely

assume... that she had chastised you verbally" "Oh, Dr Mappamundi Emily

said. "I'm so terribly sorry.." "Your mother's arguments were in fact

irrefutable. She was logical, persuasive and cogent in her reasoning in a

way that I, trained in argument, could only listen to in admiration. It

was wonderfully well brought home to me how often the ordinary conservative

Christian point of view is not well represented in argument nowadays, or

goes by default." Emily felt so sorry for Dr Mappamundi, the way she was

trying to butter mommy up like this. Emily could have told her it was

totally useless, that the punishment would continue no matter what she

said, no matter how much she abased herself. "One forgets" Dr Mappamundi

went on, " how cogent, how powerful this point of view, in fact, is. "

Three further staccato cracks, which Emily well knew by their sound were

made directly by her mother on her victim's buttocks brought a cry of

outrage which gradually reduced to fresh pleadings for mercy and agitated

but helpless sobbing. "Get on with it, Dr Mappamundi," the older woman

ordered peremptorily. "I didn't know you were coming to see Mommy," Emily

wailed. "Oh Emily, Emily,"Dr Mappamundi sobbed. "Why didn't you warn me

what your mother meant by "chastised" and "brought to book." I have been

"brought to book," Emily. I should have been outraged when she ordered me

to take off my dress, yet here I am naked and helpless across you mother's

knees. I have received the greatest thrashing of my life and you mother
refuses to tell me how much more of the same I may expect." "Please,

Mommy," Emily begged again, "let her go now, she's had enough.." "I shall

be the judge of that, Emily" her mother said tartly. "Now you may go to

your room and prepare" "My room?" "You know what I mean, Emily. You have

disobeyed me again. You did not convey my sentiments to Dr Mappamundi as I

requested. Kindly repair to your room and remove your dress and

underclothes and stand in the corner until I come for you."

In her own bedroom Emily laid her dress carefully on her bed and a few

seconds later her plain white bra and pants were folded neatly on top. She

stood in the corner with her head bowed and her wrists crossed submissively

behind her. It was cool, almost cold in the bedroom and only the carpet

felt comforting under her bare feet. She could feel goose-pimples rising

on her skin. She trembled. She could hear the dull buzz of voices, mostly

her mother's voice from the room next door, the crack of the hairbrush on

Dr Mappamundi's buttocks and her despairing cries.

Ten minutes later her mother entered the room and Emily could feel the

faint cool movement of air as she passed behind her, taking hold of Emily's

wrist as she did so, leading her to the bed where she seated herself

comfortably on the edge. Emily turned and lay obediently across her

mother's thighs, feeling the rough kiss of the tweed skirt against her

skin, the pressure against her bare flesh of the buttons on her mother's

garter-straps. Emily's right arm was twisted behind her, gripped firmly at

the wrist. "It is hardly necessary to go into any further detail as to why

you are being punished," mother said. "No, Mommy," Emily said. . Her

womb felt as though it was turning to water. She always felt this same

mixture of terror and exhilaration as she lay like this, knowing there was

absolutely no possibility of mercy in this position so completely was she

in this implacable woman's power. Her mother was using the hairbrush and

soon the sound of Dr Mappamundi's sobbing was blocked out by the loud,

persistent crack of wood against skin and Emily could not help shrieking

with pain. But in a few moments mother had taken Emily into a state of

agony that was almost beyond pain, a dimension of numb defeat where her

soul seemed to leave her body and she swooned into a breathless void of

subjugation in which she knew she was obliged to beg for mercy with the

certainty only of being refused, thus confirming her mother's complete

dominion over her and her own perverse joy in her submission. mother
always had this power over her, as though able at will to lead her as a

prisoner into a flat, featureless landscape where there was neither desire

nor sin nor any will to be free. When her mother finally stopped beating

her Emily lay there, convulsed and frantic with pain, barely aware of her

mother's breath on her naked back. Her mother released her grip on her

wrist and tapped her on the shoulder and Emily immediately struggled to her

feet, humiliated that she was unable to resist dancing around the room

holding her buttocks, her mouth open in a soundless scream under her

mother's cool, sardonic gaze.

Later, when she was dressed again, gasping with pain, Emily joined her

mother and Dr Mappamundi in the older woman's bedroom. Her mother sat in

her armchair looking down at them. Emily and Dr Mappamundi were both in

agony and unable to sit down, so that they had to kneel on the carpet,

placing the two younger women in an appropriately submissive attitude. Mrs

Armstrong had attractive muscular legs, which she crossed elegantly at the

knees, showing off her shapely, fine-boned ankles, her skirt neither too

short nor too long, riding up just an inch above her kneecaps which glowed

faintly through the bronze of her nylons. "Emily, you will be pleased to

know that Dr Mappamundi will be staying for a few days," Mrs Armstrong said

genially, "while she makes some changes in her domestic arrangements." "

Chris and I may get married," Dr Mappamundi said, giving a painful intake

of breath as she shifted to a more comfortable position. Chris was her

current lover. "Until that time we can no longer live together and I'm

going to ask him to move out." She groaned slightly as she got to her feet.

"Your mother has rightly pointed out to me the irregularity of my

lifestyle. She has also persuaded me that it will be to my advantage if she

advises on my conduct on a more long term basis and, to that end, I shall

be calling here monthly at least to hold discussions with her." In spite of

her pain Emily burst out in despair "No, Dr Mappamundi, No! Even if I am

not free, you are. You are a free spirit." "Hush, Emily," Dr Mappamundi

said, "You are in good hands."

Emily's mother raised her hand to silence Dr Mappamundi and looked at

Emily, outraged, her beautiful intelligent eyes flashing with anger Emily

dropped her gaze, unable to sustain eye contact with her mother. She

couldn't believe what she had done. She hadn't meant to rebel. Although

sore, she was always at peace after one of her mother's thrashings, even if

it was the peace of utter humiliation and defeat, and knew exactly where

she stood. And now she had made this stupid outburst on Dr Mappamundi's

behalf. Dr Mappamundi wasn't even on her side now. And her mother
abhorred stupidity just as much as disobedience. "To your room, Emily,"

her mother said. "I find I am not finished with you yet."