"AUTSCH!" the girl began crying, "AUTSCH!. . . . OOOOOHHHHHH!" she began howling and moaning in pain. However, she made no attempt to struggle or cuffle. She remained on the bed, her hands holding up her fron, her knees, as steadily as she could manage, now obediently upholding her bottom for the walloping it was getting; her feet, on shod, the other bare, were behind her. She decided to "take her punishment like a man!" - an ironic expression she had heard from other schoolgirls when a girl being thrashed cried inordinately and was annoying them.

Lady Hawthorne had been rug-beating Belinda for fifteen minutes. She stopped to see if she had done a thorough job and, satisfied that she had, said simply, "All right, Missy, your done. I don't need to tell you again to stay away from my husband, except in his capacity as your headmaster, and your own as his student." Lady Hawthorne made no further mention of working for Belinda's expulsion from Virgin, in fact never even mentioned it to anyone else again.

"It is late, Miss Belinda," said Lady Hawthorne a little less sternly than before, "and you may not drive home, in as much as you are intoxicated. To ensure your safety Master Abel, our chauffeur, will take you home. He has the evening off, but I will call him and in about half an hour he will be here to pick you up. One of our young female guests will come here and knock, telling you it is time to go. Make sure that you are decent."

"Ja, meine Frau!" replied Belinda, "I will be of no further embarrassment to you!"

"You may lie on the bed and remain uncovered until the girl comes to your door." Before she left Lady Hawthorne watched as young Belinde lay full-length on the bed on her stomach. Belinda's expensive, "hot" dress was bunched just above her waist; she kicked off her remaining shoe so she could cool off as much as possible. Except for the "belt" of her dress, the girl was naked.