by Peter Martin
Kate, a young woman, 22 years old, was bent over and grabbing the seat of the chair with her bottom stuck out as instructed, waiting for her fourth stroke of the cane.
Her 24-year-old brother Ben was bent over another chair, facing her so each could watch as the other was caned whilst staying in position.
Celia, their mum, swung the cane in an arc and struck her daughter's bare bottom just above where the other three strokes were placed. Kate gasped, groaned, and waited for the fifth stroke. The fifth, but it was unlikely to be the last.
Fifteen minutes earlier the three of them had been sitting at the table having finished a light supper. Celia was the headmistress at a boarding school, but didn't live in herself. Kate still lived at home. Ben lived away from home and was over for dinner.
Before dinner, Kate and Ben had snuck in to Celia's study. They went up to their mum's huge desk and looked at the punishment book, which was on screen as it was computerised. It listed all the girls and boys who had been disciplined over the previous several terms, and the reasons for the punishment. The school was known to be strict and was one of the last remaining establishments that enforced discipline rigorously. The pupils earned de-merits for almost anything, such as being late for a class, staring out of the window, being impolite, not doing homework to a satisfactory standard and the like.
The pupils are never told they have earned de-merits. The first they know of it is when they are called to attend Celia's office for punishment.
Kate often looked at the punishment screen. She wasn't sure why, but she often imagined herself receiving the various punishments listed. Ben had felt the same. They decided to broach their mum over this.
"Mum," Kate said, "you know I never got disciplined at school, nor by you at home."
"I recall you were a very well behaved young lady who never warranted being disciplined," Celia replied, smiling.
"Yes, I suppose so." Then Kate almost blurted out, "But lots of my friends were spanked at home and caned at school and I have, well… I've often wondered what it was like to get the cane." She held her breath. There, it was done. She'd said it.
Celia looked surprised, and looked across at Ben who said, "Me too, Mum."
"I see," Celia said, surprised. She thought for a minute and said, "Are you really telling me you want to be caned?" She was still unconvinced.
"Yes, Mum," Kate said emphatically. "In fact, Ben and I have joked about who could take most strokes."
"Really?" Celia asked. "Who did you think could take more then?" she asked. She was even more amazed by this line of discussion.
"I reckon I could, Mum," Kate said, laughing nervously.
"I see," Celia repeated, thinking Kate's was laughing almost hysterically, and that she was struggling with the discussion. She asked seriously, "Have you ever seen my cane, you two?"
"Oh yes, Mum," Kate said, and then remembered it was in the cupboard in Mum's study, so how could she have done?
Celia stared at her daughter, realising she really did want to try this out.
"Are you sure, Kate?" she asked. "It will hurt you know."
"It's supposed to isn't it, Mum?" Kate said seriously. "Yes, I want to try it. I know you punish all those pupils at school and I started day dreaming about it happening to me; and then before I knew it, I actually really wanted it to happen."
"Well there's no harm, I guess," Celia said, half to herself and half to Kate and Ben.
"Really, Mum? That would be great. Can we do it now? Please." Kate said.
"Yes, yes, of course."
"Great, and can we see who can take the most strokes?"
"It's not a game, Kate. I was thinking of six strokes each."
"Oh, but we have made up a game, Mum," Kate said happily.
"Have you now? OK then, what is it?"
Kate began to explain, "Well, we each get three lots of two strokes. That's just to warm us up. Then the game starts. The first person says how many strokes they can take and then receives them. The other has to take the same number of strokes. Then the second person chooses the number of strokes and the other must get the same afterwards. The person must state their choice before they are caned themselves. When one person says they have had enough, they will receive the last number of strokes but they'll have lost the game."
Celia said, "It sounds complicated, but let's give it a go, shall we?"
So, 22-year-old Kate and 24-year-old Ben agreed to the game being played.
"Right, you two," Celia said. "You know I always cane on the bare. So, bare your bottoms and bend over your chairs please. I will get the cane."
Kate and Ben took down their skirt and trousers respectively, followed by knickers and underpants, before getting into the right position. They smiled at each other, waiting for their mum to return.
Once Celia re-entered the room she snapped, "Right, you two, no talking unless I ask you a specific question. Understood?"
"Yes, Mum," Kate said.
"Yes, Mum," Ben also said.
Celia smiled to herself. Her daughter had been quite a handful for quite some time now. She argued more at home and wasn't anywhere near as cooperative as she used to be. Celia thought this caning could work well for her.
"Who goes first, Kate?" she demanded to know, very much in Headmistress mode.
"I do, Mum," Kate said.
"Is that agreed, Ben?" Celia asked.
"Yes, Mum," he replied. "We tossed a coin before dinner."
Celia nodded her head, telling herself to remember the two of them had planned this so well. Anyway, the scene was set.
"Right, I will give two strokes in turn to each of you. They will all be exactly the same strength, and as you are both adults they will be hard." She smiled again as Kate and Ben both licked their lips in anticipation.
Celia positioned herself to the side of her daughter and tapped her bare bottom with the cane.
"Last chance to change your mind, Kate," Celia told her daughter.
"That's OK, Mum," Kate replied tentatively.
Pursing her lips, Celia pulled the cane back and with a flick of her wrist brought it down hard across her daughter's bare bottom. She never usually gave much of a gap between strokes and so landed the second stroke just a couple of seconds later.
Kate gasped out loud at the shock of the pain. She did take the first two strokes well even though they stung more than she had expected, and she managed to stay bent over grabbing the chair. Her mum smiled at the two red lines across her bare bottom cheeks, checked Kate was recovering, and moved round to Ben.
"Ben, do you still want to go through with this? I can just cane Kate if you want to back out?"
"No, Mum. It's OK, please do it," Ben said quietly, almost obediently. Certainly with a more respectful tone than he usually used.
Again, Celia gave two strokes in quick succession. The two strokes were followed by two loud gasps and Celia knew her son was struggling more than Kate. She checked the two red lines across his bottom before taking a step across to position herself for disciplining Kate again.
This time Celia didn't ask either of them. She just pulled back her arm and brought the cane whipping down on Kate's bottom and smiled at the louder gasp that resulted. The second stroke that followed immediately, drew an even louder gasp. Four red lines were now clearly visible on her daughter's bottom.
Two more strokes were given to Ben who showed more reaction to the pain than his younger sister did. He now also had four red lines across his bottom.
Celia was impressed that both Kate and Ben stayed in position. As promised, the final two strokes were the same strength. Kate gasped after each stroke but smiled to herself as she had got through them. Celia was delighted with the loud gasps from her daughter. She walked around to Ben and said, "Right, two more," and she gave both strokes with only a second's gap between each. Ben cried out more than Kate again. Celia could see the way the game was going.
Kate and Ben both stood up and rubbed their bottoms. Kate was smiling but Ben looked as though the pain was harder to take for him.
"Right then," Celia said after giving both a short break. "How many, Kate?"
Kate looked up at Ben and said a firm, "Six, please."
Ben gulped, dropped his head and raised it again as Kate bent down and grabbed the seat of the chair again. Celia took up her position and tapped Kate's bottom with the senior cane. Celia focussed on her daughter's bare bottom. She'd clearly asked for this, so there was no need to hold back at all. Kate asked for six strokes and so six strokes she would get.
Celia raised the cane, looked across at Ben who looked like he might be regretting taking Kate on, and then looked again at her daughter's bottom. She brought the cane down hard on the already weal-covered bare bottom cheeks. Kate shrieked at the pain but held onto the chair. One stroke over and five to go.
Celia landed the cane again and again on her daughter's bottom. She was so used to the students shrieking and yelling that her daughter's shrieks had no effect on her whatsoever. As she delivered the sixth firm stroke to her daughter's bottom she looked at the dozen red lines across it. Celia was impressed at how well Kate had taken the strokes. Next, Celia went to stand behind Ben to see how he would fare.
"First Ben, how many strokes must Kate have afterwards?" she asked.
"Six, please," he said, looking pensive.
Celia reminded herself how Ben had forgotten to pick her up from the station the day before and she'd then had to walk home before making dinner. The thought spurred her on as she lifted the cane up and brought it down hard on her son's bare bottom.
It was Ben's turn to scream out, although Celia supposed his yell of pain was more muted. Maybe he would take the cane better than Kate after all? Celia was resolute and kept caning Ben's bottom, hearing his shrieks get louder until after the sixth stroke he bent his knees and shrieked out the loudest of all. Like Kate though, Ben was now through his caning so could relax for now. It was Kate's turn next.
Celia stood behind her daughter and looked at her bottom with the twelve wicked red lines. "How many Kate?" Celia asked.
Kate sniffed as she replied, "Twelve please, Mum."
Ben gasped and licked his lips. So he was to get at least twelve more strokes. He shook his head in disbelief when he realised Kate really had asked for twelve.
So Celia looked again at the twelve red lines across her daughter's bottom. A few seconds later there were thirteen lines, then fourteen, and then fifteen. The strokes continued until the red weals merged, one with the other. Kate had taken twenty-four strokes before Celia stopped. The 22-year-old was now crying, tears running steadily down her cheeks as her bottom throbbed with the stinging pain of the cane.
Celia walked around to Ben. "How many, Ben?"
Ben didn't answer. His bottom was stinging and he was going to get twelve more strokes for sure. He pulled a face. "I can't," he squeaked.
"Ha, I win," Kate said gloating, while sniffing and sobbing still.
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