Over the coming weeks, Cynthia’s and David’s fondness for each other continued to grow. Each day after school, they walked a short way together before saying goodbye. One day, Cynthia arrived home and as normal hung up her coat, took off her shoes and as she was about to take her satchel upstairs her mum called from the lounge.
“Cynthia, come here.”
Cynthia froze, her heart missing a beat. The call in that tone of voice meant only one thing, punishment. Her mind was suddenly in a daze; what could she possibly have done wrong. She took a deep breath and walked into the lounge. Her mum was sitting in an armchair with a magazine.
“Come here,” said mum, pointing to the floor directly in front of her.
Cynthia stepped forward, her heart beating fast.
“You have defied my instruction,” began mum.
“What instruction?” asked Cynthia.
“You know damn well which one; the one about keeping away from boys at that school.”
Cynthia was now in a blind panic. How did she know about her friendship with David.
“Who told you?”
“Never mind about that. You have deliberately defied me. I suppose you thought nobody would see you.”
“Let me explain mum,” protested Cynthia.
“Please do, I’m very interested.”
“Do you remember David Ransome, who I used to play with when we were small?”
“Yes I do.”
“He’s in the same class as me and he wanted to be friends with me again. I couldn’t say no, could I?”
“So why didn’t you mention this to me before?” asked mum.
“I was too scared to in case you said I couldn’t talk to him.” Replied Cynthia.
“That doesn’t say much for your faith in me does it?”
“S’pose not. I’m sorry mum. I realise now that I should have said something.”
“I’m sorry but it’s too late now; you deliberately ignored my instructions and as a result I’m going to punish you.”
“Oh no, please mum, I didn’t mean to deceive you.”
“I’m sorry Cynthia, when your father died I promised him I would maintain strict discipline and that is what I’m going to do, fetch the cane.”
“Mum, no, pleeeaase. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”
“Cynthia, you heard what I said.”
“Yes mum.”
Cynthia left the room and went up to her bedroom where a cane was kept hanging from her wardrobe. She took it down and returned to the lounge. While she had been gone mum had stood up and taken the cushion from the chair she was sitting in and placed it on top of the cushion in the other armchair. On her return, Cynthia handed the cane to her mum.
“You know what to do,” said her mum.
With tears already filling her eyes Cynthia climbed onto the seat of the armchair, facing away from her mother. Kneeling on the cushions, she leaned forward and placed her hands on the top of the back of the chair. Mum pulled up Cynthia’s skirt and slip and tucked them into the waistband of her skirt. Then to Cynthia’s horror she felt her mum’s hands in the waist of her knickers.
“No mum, no,” she screamed.
“Be quiet,” snapped her mum.
Mum pulled the knickers down to Cynthia’s knees.
“Push that bottom out.”
Cynthia did as she was told and then tensed her whole body as she waited. From the corner of her eye she could see her mother standing ready. She felt a small tap on her bottom and then a swish through the air, then a thwack as the cane delivered a searing burning sensation across her bottom.
“Aaaaaggghhh,” she screamed as she threw her head back, her face twisted in pain and tears starting to come from her eyes.
“Keep still,” said mum lining up for the next stroke.
Thwaaacckk!!
“Oooooooowwww, mum please!”
Her mum was impervious to her daughter’s pleas and cries.
Thwwwaaacckk!!
“Aaaaagggghhh.”
Cynthia’s head dropped onto the back of the chair as she cried bitterly.
“Get down, “ordered mum.
Slowly Cynthia climbed off of the chair, bent down, and pulled up her knickers.
“Take this back upstairs,” said mum, handing the cane to Cynthia.
Cynthia grabbed the cane and raced upstairs, threw the cane on the floor and collapsed on the bed. It was a long time before she stopped crying and looked in the mirror at the three ugly wheals on her bottom.
Next morning at breakfast, Cynthia had a big surprise.
“I have been thinking about your friendship with the boy Ransome.”
“Oh yes, mum.”
“Before I sanction you friendship with him I should like you to bring him here so that I can meet him to see how he has turned out,” announced mum.
“Oh mum, that’s wonderful,” cried Cynthia. “Do you really mean it?”
“I said so didn’t I,” said mum sharply.
“Sorry mum, I didn’t mean to question it, I was so surprised.”
“Just tread carefully young lady; I can soon change my mind.”
“Sorry mum.”
Cynthia couldn’t wait to get to school to tell David the good news. Despite the soreness of her bottom from the caning she hurried to school, David was nowhere to be found so she had to curb her impatience until morning break. As the class left the classroom and went down the corridor to go out to the playground, Cynthia rushed after David to give him the news.
“David, David, I’ve got some fab news,” she said, tugging him by the arm
“Oh, hi Cynthia.”
“Don’t you want to hear my news?”
“Depends what it is.”
“My mum says we can see each other,” said Cynthia excitedly.
David looked a bit puzzled.
“But I thought you’d asked her weeks ago?”
Cynthia suddenly looked embarrassed.
“I never did, I was too scared.”
“So what changed your mind?”
Cynthia started to feel distinctly awkward.
“Nothing, one of mum’s friends told mum she’d seen us together.”
“And she was ok about it was she?”
“Er, no, not exactly.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“She was really angry and said I’d ignored her instructions about boys.”
“So you got into trouble then?”
“Yes I did.”
“So what happened?”
Cynthia paused and blushed.
“What’s the matter, too embarrassed to tell me?” asked David.
By this time, they were in the playground. Cynthia dragged David to where they wouldn’t be overheard.
“I got caned.”
“You’re joking. What, with a real cane?”
“Yes, mum bought one a few years ago.”
“Crikey, you actually have to bend over and get your bum whacked?”
“Not exactly, I have to kneel in an armchair and then get whacked.”
“I can’t believe this, I’ve never heard of a girl getting caned at home before.”
“It happens.”
“Do you know someone who gets it?” asked David getting more inquisitive and excited.
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“I couldn’t possibly tell you that, she wouldn’t tell anybody about me.”
“No, I suppose not. So how many whacks did you get?”
“Three.”
“Is that all.” Exclaimed David.
“That’s enough!” exclaimed Cynthia. “It hurt like mad. Have you ever had three swipes with a cane across your bare bottom?”
“No I haven’t. It does sound pretty awful.”
“Awful isn’t the word. It’s agony, my bottom’s still sore.”
“I’m sorry Cynthia. It was pretty rotten of me not to realise what you went through, will you forgive me?”
“Course I will, we‘re friends aren’t we.” Said Cynthia.
“Yes of course we are. So your mum says we can see each other when we like?” asked David hopefully.
“Well not exactly.”
“What does that mean, I knew there would have to be a catch,” groaned David.
“It’s not that bad, mum just wants to meet you first.”
“Oh, is that all. Does that mean I have to come to your house?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“I’ll ask mum.”
“Ok, but don’t leave it too long.”
“I won’t, promise.”
“When I come, do I get to see the cane?”
“I shouldn’t think so. Why do you want to see it?”
“Just curious,” replied David nonchalantly.
“Perhaps I should get mum to give you the cane on your bare bottom and see how you like it?” laughed Cynthia.
“I don’t think so. Does your mum ever just give you a smacked bottom?”
“No. I haven’t had a smacked bottom since you used to smack it when we played schools, do you remember?”
“How could I forget, I couldn’t wait for you to be naughty so I could bend you over and smack your bottom,” said David, getting very excited.
“I couldn’t wait for you to do it,” replied Cynthia. “Did you like it when I smacked yours?”
“You bet I did. I’d like it even more if you could do it now.”
“I wish you could smack mine as well, well, at least after the soreness has gone,” laughed Cynthia.
“Sounds like we’ll have to arrange something,” said David.
“Oh, could we?” said Cynthia full of excitement.
“Cynthia, come here.”
Cynthia froze, her heart missing a beat. The call in that tone of voice meant only one thing, punishment. Her mind was suddenly in a daze; what could she possibly have done wrong. She took a deep breath and walked into the lounge. Her mum was sitting in an armchair with a magazine.
“Come here,” said mum, pointing to the floor directly in front of her.
Cynthia stepped forward, her heart beating fast.
“You have defied my instruction,” began mum.
“What instruction?” asked Cynthia.
“You know damn well which one; the one about keeping away from boys at that school.”
Cynthia was now in a blind panic. How did she know about her friendship with David.
“Who told you?”
“Never mind about that. You have deliberately defied me. I suppose you thought nobody would see you.”
“Let me explain mum,” protested Cynthia.
“Please do, I’m very interested.”
“Do you remember David Ransome, who I used to play with when we were small?”
“Yes I do.”
“He’s in the same class as me and he wanted to be friends with me again. I couldn’t say no, could I?”
“So why didn’t you mention this to me before?” asked mum.
“I was too scared to in case you said I couldn’t talk to him.” Replied Cynthia.
“That doesn’t say much for your faith in me does it?”
“S’pose not. I’m sorry mum. I realise now that I should have said something.”
“I’m sorry but it’s too late now; you deliberately ignored my instructions and as a result I’m going to punish you.”
“Oh no, please mum, I didn’t mean to deceive you.”
“I’m sorry Cynthia, when your father died I promised him I would maintain strict discipline and that is what I’m going to do, fetch the cane.”
“Mum, no, pleeeaase. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”
“Cynthia, you heard what I said.”
“Yes mum.”
Cynthia left the room and went up to her bedroom where a cane was kept hanging from her wardrobe. She took it down and returned to the lounge. While she had been gone mum had stood up and taken the cushion from the chair she was sitting in and placed it on top of the cushion in the other armchair. On her return, Cynthia handed the cane to her mum.
“You know what to do,” said her mum.
With tears already filling her eyes Cynthia climbed onto the seat of the armchair, facing away from her mother. Kneeling on the cushions, she leaned forward and placed her hands on the top of the back of the chair. Mum pulled up Cynthia’s skirt and slip and tucked them into the waistband of her skirt. Then to Cynthia’s horror she felt her mum’s hands in the waist of her knickers.
“No mum, no,” she screamed.
“Be quiet,” snapped her mum.
Mum pulled the knickers down to Cynthia’s knees.
“Push that bottom out.”
Cynthia did as she was told and then tensed her whole body as she waited. From the corner of her eye she could see her mother standing ready. She felt a small tap on her bottom and then a swish through the air, then a thwack as the cane delivered a searing burning sensation across her bottom.
“Aaaaaggghhh,” she screamed as she threw her head back, her face twisted in pain and tears starting to come from her eyes.
“Keep still,” said mum lining up for the next stroke.
Thwaaacckk!!
“Oooooooowwww, mum please!”
Her mum was impervious to her daughter’s pleas and cries.
Thwwwaaacckk!!
“Aaaaagggghhh.”
Cynthia’s head dropped onto the back of the chair as she cried bitterly.
“Get down, “ordered mum.
Slowly Cynthia climbed off of the chair, bent down, and pulled up her knickers.
“Take this back upstairs,” said mum, handing the cane to Cynthia.
Cynthia grabbed the cane and raced upstairs, threw the cane on the floor and collapsed on the bed. It was a long time before she stopped crying and looked in the mirror at the three ugly wheals on her bottom.
Next morning at breakfast, Cynthia had a big surprise.
“I have been thinking about your friendship with the boy Ransome.”
“Oh yes, mum.”
“Before I sanction you friendship with him I should like you to bring him here so that I can meet him to see how he has turned out,” announced mum.
“Oh mum, that’s wonderful,” cried Cynthia. “Do you really mean it?”
“I said so didn’t I,” said mum sharply.
“Sorry mum, I didn’t mean to question it, I was so surprised.”
“Just tread carefully young lady; I can soon change my mind.”
“Sorry mum.”
Cynthia couldn’t wait to get to school to tell David the good news. Despite the soreness of her bottom from the caning she hurried to school, David was nowhere to be found so she had to curb her impatience until morning break. As the class left the classroom and went down the corridor to go out to the playground, Cynthia rushed after David to give him the news.
“David, David, I’ve got some fab news,” she said, tugging him by the arm
“Oh, hi Cynthia.”
“Don’t you want to hear my news?”
“Depends what it is.”
“My mum says we can see each other,” said Cynthia excitedly.
David looked a bit puzzled.
“But I thought you’d asked her weeks ago?”
Cynthia suddenly looked embarrassed.
“I never did, I was too scared.”
“So what changed your mind?”
Cynthia started to feel distinctly awkward.
“Nothing, one of mum’s friends told mum she’d seen us together.”
“And she was ok about it was she?”
“Er, no, not exactly.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“She was really angry and said I’d ignored her instructions about boys.”
“So you got into trouble then?”
“Yes I did.”
“So what happened?”
Cynthia paused and blushed.
“What’s the matter, too embarrassed to tell me?” asked David.
By this time, they were in the playground. Cynthia dragged David to where they wouldn’t be overheard.
“I got caned.”
“You’re joking. What, with a real cane?”
“Yes, mum bought one a few years ago.”
“Crikey, you actually have to bend over and get your bum whacked?”
“Not exactly, I have to kneel in an armchair and then get whacked.”
“I can’t believe this, I’ve never heard of a girl getting caned at home before.”
“It happens.”
“Do you know someone who gets it?” asked David getting more inquisitive and excited.
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“I couldn’t possibly tell you that, she wouldn’t tell anybody about me.”
“No, I suppose not. So how many whacks did you get?”
“Three.”
“Is that all.” Exclaimed David.
“That’s enough!” exclaimed Cynthia. “It hurt like mad. Have you ever had three swipes with a cane across your bare bottom?”
“No I haven’t. It does sound pretty awful.”
“Awful isn’t the word. It’s agony, my bottom’s still sore.”
“I’m sorry Cynthia. It was pretty rotten of me not to realise what you went through, will you forgive me?”
“Course I will, we‘re friends aren’t we.” Said Cynthia.
“Yes of course we are. So your mum says we can see each other when we like?” asked David hopefully.
“Well not exactly.”
“What does that mean, I knew there would have to be a catch,” groaned David.
“It’s not that bad, mum just wants to meet you first.”
“Oh, is that all. Does that mean I have to come to your house?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“I’ll ask mum.”
“Ok, but don’t leave it too long.”
“I won’t, promise.”
“When I come, do I get to see the cane?”
“I shouldn’t think so. Why do you want to see it?”
“Just curious,” replied David nonchalantly.
“Perhaps I should get mum to give you the cane on your bare bottom and see how you like it?” laughed Cynthia.
“I don’t think so. Does your mum ever just give you a smacked bottom?”
“No. I haven’t had a smacked bottom since you used to smack it when we played schools, do you remember?”
“How could I forget, I couldn’t wait for you to be naughty so I could bend you over and smack your bottom,” said David, getting very excited.
“I couldn’t wait for you to do it,” replied Cynthia. “Did you like it when I smacked yours?”
“You bet I did. I’d like it even more if you could do it now.”
“I wish you could smack mine as well, well, at least after the soreness has gone,” laughed Cynthia.
“Sounds like we’ll have to arrange something,” said David.
“Oh, could we?” said Cynthia full of excitement.
Statistics: Posted by lisamum10 — Thu Jul 28, 2016 9:07 pm