John and I had left the flat in a hurry, so it was in a worse state than it usually was. "I'm sorry about the mess, Sir," I said just after Harry had stepped inside the flat and closed the door. The hall was tidy, but I knew that the lounge and bedroom were in a terrible state.

"I'm sure that it's no worse than I was expecting," he said with a sarcastic lilt to his voice.

He removed his Jacket, hung it up, then walked down to the end, so that he could peer into the three rooms, lounge, bedroom and spare room. I wasn't far behind him after I too had hung my jacket and bag up. The spare room was the worse. It was where I threw the clothes that I was tired of, onto a couple of chairs and stacks of boxes which most of the gear had arrived in.

Not only did I have a minor drug problem, but I was also addicted to ordering clothes on the internet. It was where most of my spare cash went, especially when I first moved into the flat. John had made things worse in the bedroom, by discarding his dirty underwear on the floor.

While Harry looked around the room, I slipped into the lounge. I went straight to the TV cabinet, only to find that John had taken my stash from the low drawer which I kept in a DVD jacket. The arsehole hadn't even bothered to close it.

"What's missing, Cassie?" I turned to see Harry standing in the doorway.

"Oh, nothing..."

He entered and came over to where I was standing. I was expecting him to ask me another question but instead, he grabbed my upper arm and pulled me upright. "Cassie, when I ask a question, I expect a truthful answer..." He dragged me back to the sofa, then around it.

"What are you doing, Harry?" I shouted.

"Teaching you your first lesson in obedience." He then used two hands to position me facing the low back, then pushed my shoulders forward.

"Wohhhhhh," I cried as my head went down. "Wait a minute, Harry. I'll tell you! Please stop. It was my stash of drugs. John has taken all of it."

My lace mini-dress must have fallen away from my buttocks for after placing a hand on my lower back, Harry was able to clasp the waistband of my panties with his free hand, at the back, and pull them off my bubble-like cheeks and down my thighs. I winced when I heard the material complain. The panties of the set cost £80!

"Cassie, what kind of drugs and how much did you have in the drawer?"

"It was cocaine and there was four grams in small bags."

He placed his huge, rough hand on my cheeks. "How much did you pay for them?"

"Um, about one hundred pounds a gram." He raised his hand and brought it down, hard on my proffered peach. Slap! "Owwwwwww!" I cried. "That hurt!" I instinctively reached back to try and defend my butt cheeks, but he pushed my hands away.

Due to the whirlwind speed of his actions, I had hardly given a thought about my sex, which must have been visible to him in my bent position. I redoubled my efforts to keep my thighs clamped together.

"Cassie, the first lesson is always the most painful."

I squeezed my eyes shut when he raised his hand again. "Nooooo, stooooop!" I cried before the next blow landed. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! "Waaaaaaaaaa!" I cried when Harry delivered five more powerful blows with the full force of his powerful arm.

I beat the cushions of the sofa with my fists in frustration and completely forgot about hiding my most private spot as I kicked out to relieve the pain.

His left hand still pinned me to the sofa while his right hand returned to my cheeks, where it stilled. "Have you learnt your first lesson, Cassie?"

"Yes, I have, Sir," I replied in a tearful voice.

Tears were filling my eyes while my peach was hot and sparkling. However, I had received worse during my stay at the Knightsbridge Girl's Academy where the female teachers used a stick. The only other man who had beaten my bare buttocks was Peter gold just before he sexually assaulted me.

Harry had me in a compromising position, but his hands hadn't strayed to my sex lips which I had embarrassingly exposed during the thrashing. I wondered if his 'lessons' were going to include sex