by Peter Martin
Grace walked into the living room and saw her mum, Stephanie, sitting at the dining table reading a book. Grace was 21 years old, wearing a red vest top and white very tight micro cloth shorts. Stephanie was 46 years old and was wearing a floral sleeveless dress with a hem just above her knees, and she had bare legs.
Grace sat down and clearly wanted to have a discussion with her mum. Stephanie realised this, closed her book and turned towards her daughter, giving her her full attention.
Grace asked, "When you were a headmistress did you use the cane on any misbehaving school kids, Mum?"
Stephanie was taken aback by the question, but her years of experience as a teacher and headmistress allowed her to stay calm. "I did, actually, Grace. The cane was an accepted method of punishment, and me using it diligently helped the school get a very good reputation for discipline, which led to the brighter kids wanting to come, and that led to higher exam marks."
"So how many strokes would a kid get?" Grace asked.
Stephanie wasn't sure where the questions were going but remained patient and explained, "Well, it depended on the offence. Not doing homework twice resulted in two strokes the first time and then three strokes. A double detention was four strokes, and repeating offenders got more, of course, but the most I gave were six."
"Six of the best, huh?" Grace said nervously.
"Yes, it did the trick most times as only a few of the pupils got caned twice because they learned how much it hurt, and so they just behaved themselves after that, did their homework and stuck to the rules."
Grace scrunched up her face and said, "So maybe if I had been caned at school, I wouldn't make so many mistakes now, eh, Mum?"
Stephanie thought Grace wanted to admit to something and so asked in a feigned sterner tone than usual (and more like the tone she used when she was the headmistress talking to a misbehaving student), "So what have you done that would earn you the cane?" It wasn't asked seriously as Grace was clearly too old to be caned, but she asked it like that anyway.
Grace hesitated as though having second thoughts, but saw her mum give her a fixed smile like she used when knowing she was about to admit to what she had done wrong when she was younger. So, after swallowing, she got the courage to say, "I pranged the car, Mum. Sorry."
Stephanie was suddenly livid just as she would have been at school when getting an admission from a naughty pupil. "You didn't ask to borrow the car," she said pointedly.
Grace squirmed as she replied, "I know, but you were on the phone for ages and I had to go so I just took it." Grace bit her lip seeing her mum was getting annoyed and she tried being light-hearted and added, "Well, if you have a cane here, I guess that must earn me four strokes." She didn't expect her mum to have a cane in the house but hoped the offer would calm her down.
"Only four?" Stephanie said in a questioning tone, adding, "It might be your first offence, but it is a very serious one, and it would be six if you were still at school and misbehaved particularly badly."
Grace assumed her mum was winding her up but that was probably good as it meant she was going to be okay with the admission, so she decided to play along, and replied, "Six, huh, Mum. I can see why, I suppose. So, would you give me six if you had a cane here?"
Stephanie wasn't against stretching the rules here and continued, "Well, no, as that would be for school kids, but adults are different and need a greater punishment... so at least double, I would think."
Grace was now hoping Mum really was winding her up; however, as she had started the discussion, she could hardly call time on it. "So that would be twelve strokes, would it, Mum?"
"I think so," Stephanie agreed. "At school, I sent a letter home to any of the pupils who were caned suggesting they get a spanking from their parents as well."
Grace remembered her mum telling her about the letter home but made out she was giving it some thought and then replied, "I guess it doesn't work for adults though, does it?"
Stephanie gave her own feigned thoughtful look and replied, "Well, you are an adult and live at home, and I am your parent, and so that could work, couldn't it?"
Grace could see how her mum was working her but was confident she didn't have a cane in the house, as she would have seen it. However, she then wondered if her mum was manoeuvring to give her a spanking? She was 21 years old, so too old for a spanking normally, but that might not be such a bad give if it meant her mum wouldn't stop her using the car again. So, she asked as though suggesting she would agree to a spanking, "I guess you are right there mum. Did all of the parents give the spanking?"
Stephanie gave a wicked smile. "Yes, they did, Grace. I made quite a thing of it and the parents were worried that if they didn't give the spanking, I might expel their kids. That was the impression I gave, anyway, and it worked."
"I can see how that would work, Mum," Grace acknowledged.
Stephanie decided to press the point, "So coming back to you taking the car without my permission and pranging it, should that punishment apply to you?"
Grace knew her mum was an advocate of corporal punishment and as she was in the taxi being brought home after the car was left at the garage, she had worked out that if she got a spanking it would be no big deal, particularly as she had never been spanked before, and at her age how much could it really hurt? She opened the discussion about the cane because she supposed that would lead naturally on to a discussion on spanking, which it did. So now it was decision time, and she said sounding nervous but knowing she was being clever at manoeuvring her mum.
"You mean I should get a spanking, Mum? Well, I can see I deserve one, so if that settles it for you then I guess you should spank me." This was just too easy, Grace told herself but thought that a quick spanking was definitely worth it.
Stephanie wasn't finished yet, and replied, "I was thinking more of the caning followed by a spanking."
Grace froze at the mention of the cane again. "Do you have one here, Mum?" she asked anxiously.
Stephanie kept a straight face as she replied. "Yes I do, hidden away in my cupboard." She waited a moment for the comment to sink in before saying more forcefully, "So I think twelve strokes of the cane and then a long and hard spanking are called for. Do you agree, Grace?" Stephanie smiled to herself as she saw the growing look of concern on her daughter's face. "Well?" she pressed.
Grace squirmed on her chair as she thought what to reply, as she had never been caned at school although had often wondered what it must have been like. She saw the results on the bottoms of a couple of her friends, and they acted with such bravado even after only about half an hour after the caning and so maybe it wouldn't hurt that much anyway, Grace told herself.
In fact, Grace had thought much more about being spanked and had often wondered what it would have been like to have been subject to a punishment regime at home that meant being spanked, but it had never happened to her. Of course, that was partly why she was manoeuvring her mum towards spanking her for pranging the car.
Grace was still thinking about her response and was wondering whether Mum really did have a cane in the house. Or was she was bluffing? Yes, she reckoned she was. After all, why would she have a cane as she stopped working at the school three years ago after moving into school management? It must be a bluff, she finally told herself so swallowed hard as though it was a difficult decision and replied, "Sure, Mum, if you have a cane then I guess twelve strokes is fair." That would teach her to play games, Grace told herself.
Stephanie allowed herself a momentary slap on the back but kept a straight face. "Stay here," she ordered and got up and left the dining room.
Grace heard her mum make her way upstairs and although she heard some noises it seemed to take a while before she heard her come back downstairs. Then as her mum walked into the dining room Grace's mouth fell open as she saw a rather long thin cane with a hooked end in her hand.
Stephanie spoke with confidence as she said, "I told you I had one of these."
Grace was speechless and, in any case, knew she couldn't argue. Mum definitely had the upper hand now. The question was, would she really cane her?
Stephanie saw the questioning look on her daughter's face and said, "I always caned over knickers, but frankly it gave no additional protection, so I think you need to take your knickers off, young lady."
So, Grace knew immediately not to bluff her mum ever again. What should she do now, though, because if Mum was serious, there was no backing out.
Stephanie saw the hesitation but knew how to handle school kids who hoped they weren't going to get the cane, and the only thing needed was an instruction. In a firm tone she said, "Take your shorts and knickers off, bend over the end of the dining table and grab hold of the sides, which will help you stay in position. I always added extra strokes if the pupil stood up after a stroke, and so the same rules will apply to you."
Grace panicked at the realisation that her mum was really going to cane her. Or, maybe it was a bluff and she wouldn't actually do it, she hoped desperately? Fervently wishing that was the case, she stood up and undid her shorts, pushing them downwards and edged her thumbs inside the elastic of her knickers. When she pushed downwards again both her shorts and knickers were lowered to the floor, and she then scooped them up and put them on the chair she had been sitting on. She looked plaintively at her mum to see if she would call time and tell her to get dressed again, but as her face was expressionless, she grimaced and went to the end of the table and bent over, grabbing the sides as far up as she could. It felt strange as she looked down at the surface of the table just an inch from her face, and she swallowed hard as she still wondered if her mum really was going to go through with the caning.
Stephanie watched dispassionately as her daughter took off her shorts and knickers, wondering when she would say she would refuse to bend over. She wondered if Grace was bluffing her and at the last moment would storm out of the room, as, after all, whilst her daughter taking the car without her permission was wrong, at least she'd admitted to it straight away. She was 21 so she could hardly ground her as a punishment, and she needed the car for her social life, and better to drive than drink and make her way home on foot. However, to her surprise, Grace was now bent over the table and seemed ready to accept the cane.
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