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Double Trouble, Punishment and Comfort (Part 1)

It was just one of those days...where young lads and lasses just were too curious. 

Madeleine, at 15, like all girls her age, wants to experience new things, see a bit of the world. The glamour and glittering gold of high society was so hypnotizing. Also, she wanted to cast away her shell for one day. Just one day, not being the daughter of Death, and the most eligible girl of the “shame community”. Being one of many, being admired for something other than her dowry. To have a little bit of a blood rush...

Charles on the other hand...The dissection didn’t turn out great. At all. He could barely stop himself from vomiting. It wasn’t that long ago he was plain afraid of corpses. So dissection, it just wasn’t easy. 

The end of the day was not easy. Anne-Marthe was especially furious, dragging Charles to an empty room. She finally let go of him, and seemed more composed, not that it was reassuring. “Charles, remove your clothes now and lay on the table.” she ordered. 

Charles obeyed, knowing full well what awaited him. Half frightened, half relaxed, he laye on his stomach, as usual. He closed his eyes, just to avoid seeing the hellish little wheel. He knew it, he felt it, he did not need to see it. 

Then, the spikes came. It hurt, but it was bearable. If he grit his teeth or his arms, he could endure it without moving. Until the damage reached his lower spine. His sensitive spot. A pure reflex, his back arched quite prominently and he gave out a small kick to the table. “Sensitive spot. Now, get back into position. There’s the other half of your back, Charles.”

That thought alone was depressing. It hurt so much. But he knew better than to run. To hide. To beg. None of those things will work. 

Thankfully, his correction was soon over. Or so he thought. When she gave him the two final turns, Anne-Marthe ordered calmly : “Get up now. Your father will do the second part, in the chamber.”

Charles’s mouth went dry. He already took his correction. “Don’t look at me like that. This is not the first time this happens, doesn’t it ? Nor is it the second time.”

Obediently, the young boy went to the corridor, with just his shift and culottes. The dreaded corridor. Every step made his body tremble. 

Hesitantly, he opened the door. Much to his surprise, his older sister was already there, in nothing but her shift and petticoat, her hair simply braided.

Madeleine swallowed hard. He didn’t blame her. “Just out of curiosity, you are in trouble for what, again ? she asked

-Hum...Trouble with dissection. And you...

-You see, I tried to rejoin the little celebration next door. With the Chartois family and the procureur. It looked pretty open, and plain pretty too, so.” she said. 

Charles widened his eyes in concern. “Did something happen there ? he asked

-Nothing. I think someone got suspicious of who I was, so I ran away before they could figure anything out. Anyways, it was pretty fun until then.”

The younger sibling chuckled. “It was rather dumb of you. Stiff, it shouldn’t warren punishment, and it’s a bit sad the rule was put up in the first place.”

Soon, the third head of the Sanson house arrived.