Free The Carrot and the Stick by C. P. Vanner Page A

probably. And young, almost definitely.’
    â€˜What makes you say that?’ Beth asked.
    â€˜Only the very young or stupid would make a hullabaloo in a situation like that.’
    â€˜What do you mean?’ Beth asked, feeling indignant on the girl’s behalf. ‘He might have hurt her.’
    â€˜True,’ the psychiatrist said. ‘But the first rule of being a female, especially a young and poor female, is that if you have something that a powerful man wants, you don’t make a row and scare him away, you milk it for all it’s worth. Just think what she might have got out of Hazlitt. Even a few sovereigns at worst would have been better than a scandal, and probably another beating from her father.’
    Beth nodded knowingly, encouraging the psychiatrist to continue.
    â€˜Think of a word you like,’ the psychiatrist said.
    â€˜What do you mean?’ Beth asked, puzzled.
    â€˜Think of a word you like. That you like the sound of, or the meaning of.’
    â€˜Lullaby,’ Beth said. ‘I like lullaby.’
    The psychiatrist nodded. ‘Lullaby. Yes, that’s a pretty word. What does it mean to you?’
    â€˜Peace and serenity,’ Beth said. ‘Love and warmth.’
    The psychiatrist nodded again. ‘Now think of a word that you find sexy, a turn on.’
    Beth thought for a moment. ‘Lingerie,’ she said, with a giggle. ‘Lacy knickers. Suspenders. Low cut bras.’
    Dr Susskind smiled and nodded in approval. ‘Now can you think of a word that might turn men on, that they find sexy?’
    Beth shook her head. ‘I honestly have no idea.’
    â€˜Spanking,’ Dr Susskind said. ‘That is a trigger word for many males. Spanking. To spank. A good spanking.’ Beth listened wide-eyed as the psychiatrist continued. ‘The word turns them on. The thought turns them higher. And the act... ah, the act turns them to white heat.’
    â€˜I think I like the sound of it too,’ Beth said, blushing slightly. She held her head to one side as if thinking. ‘To be given a good spanking,’ she said, rolling the words around in her mouth. ‘Naughty girls like me deserve to be spanked, and spanked hard.’ She flashed a sudden smile at the psychiatrist. ‘Yes, I like it too. There is a definite frisson.’
    The psychiatrist nodded again. ‘The word, and the deed, are perfect for the rampant male. In a punishment situation, the male thinks he has the whip hand. But he hasn’t. In reality it is the chastised female who is the powerful one, not the lustful male who seeks nothing but sensual and sexual satisfaction.’
    Beth was puzzled. ‘Because she has what he wants?’
    â€˜Yes, and because she will always have it and he will always want it,’ Dr Susskind said. ‘If you answer my question I’ll let you into a secret.’
    â€˜What question?’
    â€˜Have you been spanked?’
    Beth nodded. ‘Yes,’ she admitted quietly.
    â€˜Recently?’
    She nodded again. ‘Yesterday. Now what’s the secret?’
    â€˜It’s pretty obvious really, but it is something in my job I know for a fact.’ Beth sat forward eagerly, hanging on every word. ‘There are far more men in the world who want to spank a girl’s bottom than there are girls who want or are prepared to be spanked.’
    Dr Susskind saw the disappointed look on Beth’s face. ‘Think about it; think what it means.’
    Beth nodded and was silent for a moment. Then she spoke hesitantly, ‘What happens if a girl actually likes it?’
    â€˜What happens in what way?’ Dr Susskind asked. ‘It makes her all the more powerful.’
    â€˜But what happens physically? Why should I... why should a girl actually like it?’
    Dr Susskind studied the girl for a moment before answering. ‘Come over here, Beth. I will show you.’
    Almost as if she was