"AHHHHHHHH!" Belinda screamed, begging Lady Hawthorne, "Bitte Sie, Meine Frau! AU!!! I BEG you, My Lady! AUTSCH!!! Bitte sie... AUA!!! PLEASE! I am too old for such treatment AU!!! by at least two years! Ich habe AUA!!!! I have been in college for two years now! AUTSCH!!!! I don't deserve a spanking! PLEASE! Just toss me out of your house ignominiously! But PLEASE! AUA!!!! Please don't spank me!" Her embarrassed, pained eyes looked directly behind her at her disciplinarian.

But even as Belinda was speaking, Lady Hawthorn branded the girl's butt painfully and humiliatingly with welts and redness; she had never been spanked with a rug-beater before, and the unfortunate girl, chronically naughty and, perhaps, lacking in common sense, found that it hurt even more than a belt she felt in Russia sometime ago - Lady Hawthorne thrashed the blushing girl's rear almost unmercifully, eliciting pleas, yells, screams, even squeals from the would-be "lover" of her husband, and as the thrashing proceeded, the girl's rather fat bottom wiggled and jiggled at each swat; this affected her entire voice, and when she was pleading with her hostess her voice shook rather violently with each stroke of the highly-effective rug-beater.

Not even slowing the hard swats she was awarding Belinda for daring to flirt with her husband - that in company with the fact that Belinde did it right in front of her - Mrs. Hawthorne resumed her scold-lambaste of Belinda. "Young woman! - I REFUSE to call you lady because you are definitely not one! - the only thing you can hope for in the future is marriage to a man who does not have a trollop for a wife, who works to support you, while you go through a string of lovers! And then, when you grow older and are tied down with children, most of them probably not his!You'll get your hard-working husband to hire a girl to take care of them for you and you will laze around in bed all day or dozing off on the sofa, watching TV, making no effort either to mother your children or keep up the house, leaving all this to the underpaid girl your husband has hired; and at all times you will be eating and drinking! Believe me, you whore, you strumpet! THAT'S the most you can hope for!"

Belinda began crying, loudly and uncontrollably. Of course, the whipping she was getting, sharper and sharper with each swat, was part of the reason for her outburst of tears. But really the main cause were the unkind - unwarranted and, as it happened later untrue - words of Lady Hawthorne. She had never been scolded so roundly before. Belinda's thinking-power was weakened, but she knew that Lady Hawthorne's words were uncalled for, cruel - but later, they had the positive effect of making Belinda a better, more responsible and respectful students - Lady Hawthorne's vocal beration of the girl, AND the thrashing she got from her dean's wife. So, the thrashing and the scalding "prediction" of the girl's life was not only limited to harm Belinde; they also helped her - though Lady Hawthorne acted merely in a punitive, insulting role.

WHAM! THRRRRRRRASH!. . . . WHAAAAACK!. . . . THWAAAACK!. . . . BAAAAAAAAM. . . .