CLP-188 The Headmaster by William St. Cyr Foreword ... - OpenDrive

Becoming more desperate, Frank jerked against the bonds that held him helpless. "Look, Erica," he
protested, instantly realizing his mistake.
"Ah, so you do know my name!" she flashed a knowing smile at him.
"Okay, Erica," he spoke breathlessly and quickly. "Don't get yourself involved in a murder. The war's
almost over. If you turned yourself in now, the worst you'd get would be a few months in prison."
"That's what you say!" she spoke derisively, once again brandishing the gun in a manner that made Frank
flinch. "No, my friend, I'm afraid I can't let you out of here alive. Others only suspect who I am, but you
know."
Frank gulped and tried to think quickly, but fear was beginning to paralyze his mind. His entire body felt
cold and numb.
"But first there's something else I'm going to do," she spoke slowly with an undertone of pleased
expectation in her voice.
What? Frank wondered but could not bring himself to ask. He relaxed slightly when he saw Erica put
the gun on the nightstand. She was looking at him steadily and with amused pleasure, like a cat who had
cornered a mouse.
"First, I'm going to punish you!" she told him.
Frank tensed as he saw her unbuckling the wide leather belt at her waist. "Don't!" he burst out
impulsively.
"How the tables have turned!" she taunted, removing the belt and caressing it through her hands in a
manner designed to increase his anticipation. "The disciplinarian gets disciplined!"
A cruel look in her eye, she raised the leather belt high over her head. Cringing in expectation of the
blow, Frank lay frozen on the bed with his teeth clenched, determined not to show any reaction to the
pain that he was about to endure.
Thwack!
The wide belt cut savagely across his back.
"Uhh!" Frank gasped. The air seemed to go right out of his chest, and he felt the fiery pain of the belt
starting to penetrate. His arms and legs both jerked reflexively and were abruptly stopped by the bonds
at his wrists and ankles.
"How do you like that?" Erica asked with a laugh.
Frank deliberately refrained from answering.
"Oh, I'll have you begging by the time I'm through," Erica assured him.
Once again the belt sliced across his back, and Frank's entire body jerked with the sudden jolt of pain.
"Take that!" Erica told him. "And that!"
Once again the belt cut unmercifully across his back, sending waves of pain racing through his body. But
with the anguish there came a slight ray of hope. As his body jerked against the ropes, he felt the rope at
his right wrist loosen slightly. I must work it loose, he told himself, while Erica is distracted with her