The following week David and Cynthia decided to test the water with Cynthia’s mum, to see if she would agree to them going to the cinema together. David had no bother in persuading his parents, but Cynthia’s mum was a different matter.
“Mum,” said Cynthia nervously.
“Yes, what is it?”
“Do you think.......” Cynthia paused.
“Do I think what?” asked her mum.
“Do you think I could go to the cinema with David on Saturday?”
Mrs Reynolds paused for a moment.“Yes, provided he gets you home by ten.”
“Thanks mum,” said a grateful Cynthia, completely amazed that her mum had agreed so readily.
Next day she told David, and the arrangements were made. David would cycle over to pick Cynthia up at six o’clock and they would catch the bus into town. David would escort Cynthia home and then cycle home himself.
The pair could hardly wait until Saturday. Finally, it arrived and Cynthia went off to the hairdresser for a shampoo and set after which she helped her mum with the chores in the morning, and then they went shopping in the afternoon. Cynthia managed to persuade her mum to buy her a pair of nylons especially for the occasion. It would be the first time that she had worn such a luxurious item. They arrived home and after unpacking the shopping Cynthia went upstairs to get ready. After washing, she took her best suit out of the wardrobe and then stripped down to her underwear. She took of her stockings and replaced them with the new nylons. Then she put on a blouse and then her suit; she felt like a million dollars. After carefully putting on her make-up she went downstairs to present herself to her mum.
“How do I look mum?” asked Cynthia hopefully. Her mum was always particular about how her daughter looked.
“Yes, very nice,” replied mum with an approving nod.
“Thanks for letting me go mum,” said Cynthia, still not fully believing that she was being allowed to go.
Then she sat down to have her tea and then waited anxiously for the knock on the door. The minutes ticked by and the nearer it got to six o’clock the more excited and nervous she became. She sat looking into space, crossing her legs one way and then the other. She was fascinated by the swish, swish as her nylon clad legs rubbed together. Finally there was a knock at the door. Cynthia jumped up and ran to open it.
“Hello David, come in.”
“Wow, you look great,” remarked David as he stepped inside and looked Cynthia up and down.
“You look great as well,” said Cynthia, admiring David in his suit, collar and tie and highly polished shoes.
Cynthia led David through to the lounge.
“Doesn’t he look smart mum?” said Cynthia proudly.
Mrs Reynolds inspected David’s attire.
“Yes he does, you make a good pair,” said Mrs Reynolds approvingly.
“Thanks mum. Shall we go now?” asked Cynthia.
“Ok, I suppose we should,” replied David.
Mrs Reynolds got up.
“I’ll come and see you off.”
She followed the two youngsters to the front door. Cynthia put on her light summer jacket.
“Have a nice evening and don’t forget, back by ten or they’ll be trouble,” warned Mrs Reynolds.
“We will,” assured Cynthia.
“And be careful with those nylons, I can’t afford another pair,” warned Mrs Reynolds.
“Bye mum.”
“Bye Mrs Reynolds.”
Cynthia and David set off down the road to the bus stop. As soon as they were out of sight they joined hands as they walked along. Cynthia was on cloud nine. How she had persuaded her mum to let her out she didn’t know and what’s more she didn’t care. They arrived at the cinema to find a queue waiting to get in. After a short wait they went in. Cynthia took off her jacket and sat down. David immediately put his hand in hers. He was so tempted to put his arm round her but held himself back; he didn’t want to rush things. The film finished and they came out to be hit by the cool night air. They strolled down the road to the bus stop and waited, and waited, and waited.
“We’re never going to be home by ten,” wailed Cynthia.
“It’s not our fault the bus hasn’t turned up,” said David, trying to reassure Cynthia.
“Mum’s going to be so angry, I know I’ll get the cane.”
“I’m sure she’ll understand,” said David without any real conviction.
“You don’t know her like I do,” replied Cynthia.
Eventually the bus arrived and off they went. After they got off they hurried down the road but only managed to arrive at twenty past ten. Mrs Reynolds was looking through a crack in the curtains as they arrived at the front gate. As they approached the front door it opened and Mrs Reynolds looked out.
“Inside, both of you.”
They stepped inside and Cynthia took off her jacket and hung it on a peg.
“Into the lounge,” Mrs Reynolds ordered.
“I told you ten o’clock,” she said angrily as the pair stood facing her.
“I’m sorry mum, the bus didn’t turn up,” said Cynthia.
“That’s not my problem, I gave you an order and I expect it to be obeyed. You know what happens when you disobey my instructions. Fetch the cane.”
“Oh no mum, please. At least let me say goodbye to David first,” pleaded Cynthia.
“He’s not going anywhere just yet, now fetch that cane.”
Cynthia reluctantly left the room and went upstairs. Mrs Reynolds then turned her attention to David.
“Now young man, if you want to continue to see my daughter you’re going to have to accept the same punishment as her.”
David could scarcely believe his ears; she was threatening to give him the cane.
“B b but,” stammered David.
“You take it or leave it,” said Mrs Reynolds.
David’s first thought was how to get out of it, but then the realisation that here was an opportunity to be caned by this strict woman and his heart suddenly raced with excitement. Cynthia then came back into the room carrying the cane. David stared at it, it was just like the ones they used at school.
“I have just given David an ultimatum; either he accepts a caning or he doesn’t see you again,” said Mrs Reynolds as she took the cane from Cynthia.
“You can’t do that!” exclaimed Cynthia.
“I can, and if he agrees, I will,” said Mrs Reynolds.
Cynthia looked at David. “You can’t let her do it,”
“I don’t get much choice do I?” replied David.
“It’s just not fair,” cried Cynthia.
“Come along, make up your minds,” said Mrs Reynolds impatiently.
“I’ll do it,” said David.
“No, you can’t!” cried Cynthia.
“It’s alright,” assured David.
Cynthia bit her lip in anguish.
“Cynthia, put the cushion on the chair,” ordered Mrs Reynolds.
Reluctantly Cynthia went to one of the two armchairs and removed the seating cushion and placed it on the seat of the other chair.
“Right David, you first. Kneel on the chair. Cynthia, stand over there,” said Mrs Reynolds pointing to where she wished her daughter to stand.
David knelt on the chair.
“Push your bottom out,” ordered Mrs Reynolds.
David rested his arms across the top of the back of the chair and rested his chin on top of his hands which were joined together, Then he pushed his bottom out. Mrs Reynolds pulled up his jacket over his back. Then she got into position and raised the cane. David was elated. He couldn’t wait for the first stroke. He knew it would hurt, but boy was it worth it. Cynthia stood watching with her face in her hands.
Swish
Thwwaacckk!
David screwed up his face as the pain sunk in.
Thwaacckk!!
Thwaacckk!!
“Stand up,” ordered Mrs Reynolds.
David eased himself off the chair and stood rubbing his bottom. It had stung, but not that much.
“Change places,” ordered Mrs Reynolds.
David and Cynthia passed each other and David gave her an impish grin. Cynthia did not reciprocate, she knew how much her mum’s cane stung and was not looking forward to it.
Mrs Reynolds waited while Cynthia got herself in position on the chair. Then she turned to David. “I think you’d better look the other way.”
Poor David, what a letdown, he was so looking forward to seeing a girl’s bottom being caned, something he’d never seen before. He turned round and had to be content with the sound of cane on female bottom.
Meanwhile Mrs Reynolds was ready to commence after having pulled up Cynthia’s skirt and petticoat. David was trying to imagine what was going through her mind as she tensed herself for the first stroke.
Thwaacckk!!
“Yeeeooowww.”
David flinched as he heard the cane connect with Cynthia’s knickers and her cry of pain.
Thwaacckk!!
“Ooooowww, muuum.”
“It’s for your own good,” replied Mrs Reynolds.
No it’s not, thought David.
Thwaacckk!!
“Oooooowwwch.”
Mrs Reynolds lowered the cane.
“Get yourself off to bed and take this with you,” said Mrs Reynolds after Cynthia had got up.
Both David and Cynthia were disappointed that they were unable to say goodnight to one another.
“You can turn round now,” said Mrs Reynolds.
David turned just in time to see Cynthia disappearing out of the door.
“I think it’s time you were going home,” said Mrs Reynolds giving David a rather strange smile. David said goodbye and jumped onto his bike. With three cane stripes across his bottom he wished he hadn’t been quite so enthusiastic. Cycling home was just a little uncomfortable.
Monday morning and the pair met up on the way to school.
“How’s your bottom?” asked David.
“Ok, how’s yours?”
“Fine, I loved every minute of that,” enthused David.
“How can you say that, all that pain.”
“It wasn’t that bad, don’t forget I didn’t feel it like you, I had pants and trousers for protection.”
“Yes, I suppose so,” mused Cynthia.
“Tell you something, your Mum gave me a strange smile when I left, I reckon she enjoys using that cane.”
“Don’t be silly, it’s just her way of punishing.”
“I’m not so sure, we’ll wait and see,” said David.
“Mum,” said Cynthia nervously.
“Yes, what is it?”
“Do you think.......” Cynthia paused.
“Do I think what?” asked her mum.
“Do you think I could go to the cinema with David on Saturday?”
Mrs Reynolds paused for a moment.“Yes, provided he gets you home by ten.”
“Thanks mum,” said a grateful Cynthia, completely amazed that her mum had agreed so readily.
Next day she told David, and the arrangements were made. David would cycle over to pick Cynthia up at six o’clock and they would catch the bus into town. David would escort Cynthia home and then cycle home himself.
The pair could hardly wait until Saturday. Finally, it arrived and Cynthia went off to the hairdresser for a shampoo and set after which she helped her mum with the chores in the morning, and then they went shopping in the afternoon. Cynthia managed to persuade her mum to buy her a pair of nylons especially for the occasion. It would be the first time that she had worn such a luxurious item. They arrived home and after unpacking the shopping Cynthia went upstairs to get ready. After washing, she took her best suit out of the wardrobe and then stripped down to her underwear. She took of her stockings and replaced them with the new nylons. Then she put on a blouse and then her suit; she felt like a million dollars. After carefully putting on her make-up she went downstairs to present herself to her mum.
“How do I look mum?” asked Cynthia hopefully. Her mum was always particular about how her daughter looked.
“Yes, very nice,” replied mum with an approving nod.
“Thanks for letting me go mum,” said Cynthia, still not fully believing that she was being allowed to go.
Then she sat down to have her tea and then waited anxiously for the knock on the door. The minutes ticked by and the nearer it got to six o’clock the more excited and nervous she became. She sat looking into space, crossing her legs one way and then the other. She was fascinated by the swish, swish as her nylon clad legs rubbed together. Finally there was a knock at the door. Cynthia jumped up and ran to open it.
“Hello David, come in.”
“Wow, you look great,” remarked David as he stepped inside and looked Cynthia up and down.
“You look great as well,” said Cynthia, admiring David in his suit, collar and tie and highly polished shoes.
Cynthia led David through to the lounge.
“Doesn’t he look smart mum?” said Cynthia proudly.
Mrs Reynolds inspected David’s attire.
“Yes he does, you make a good pair,” said Mrs Reynolds approvingly.
“Thanks mum. Shall we go now?” asked Cynthia.
“Ok, I suppose we should,” replied David.
Mrs Reynolds got up.
“I’ll come and see you off.”
She followed the two youngsters to the front door. Cynthia put on her light summer jacket.
“Have a nice evening and don’t forget, back by ten or they’ll be trouble,” warned Mrs Reynolds.
“We will,” assured Cynthia.
“And be careful with those nylons, I can’t afford another pair,” warned Mrs Reynolds.
“Bye mum.”
“Bye Mrs Reynolds.”
Cynthia and David set off down the road to the bus stop. As soon as they were out of sight they joined hands as they walked along. Cynthia was on cloud nine. How she had persuaded her mum to let her out she didn’t know and what’s more she didn’t care. They arrived at the cinema to find a queue waiting to get in. After a short wait they went in. Cynthia took off her jacket and sat down. David immediately put his hand in hers. He was so tempted to put his arm round her but held himself back; he didn’t want to rush things. The film finished and they came out to be hit by the cool night air. They strolled down the road to the bus stop and waited, and waited, and waited.
“We’re never going to be home by ten,” wailed Cynthia.
“It’s not our fault the bus hasn’t turned up,” said David, trying to reassure Cynthia.
“Mum’s going to be so angry, I know I’ll get the cane.”
“I’m sure she’ll understand,” said David without any real conviction.
“You don’t know her like I do,” replied Cynthia.
Eventually the bus arrived and off they went. After they got off they hurried down the road but only managed to arrive at twenty past ten. Mrs Reynolds was looking through a crack in the curtains as they arrived at the front gate. As they approached the front door it opened and Mrs Reynolds looked out.
“Inside, both of you.”
They stepped inside and Cynthia took off her jacket and hung it on a peg.
“Into the lounge,” Mrs Reynolds ordered.
“I told you ten o’clock,” she said angrily as the pair stood facing her.
“I’m sorry mum, the bus didn’t turn up,” said Cynthia.
“That’s not my problem, I gave you an order and I expect it to be obeyed. You know what happens when you disobey my instructions. Fetch the cane.”
“Oh no mum, please. At least let me say goodbye to David first,” pleaded Cynthia.
“He’s not going anywhere just yet, now fetch that cane.”
Cynthia reluctantly left the room and went upstairs. Mrs Reynolds then turned her attention to David.
“Now young man, if you want to continue to see my daughter you’re going to have to accept the same punishment as her.”
David could scarcely believe his ears; she was threatening to give him the cane.
“B b but,” stammered David.
“You take it or leave it,” said Mrs Reynolds.
David’s first thought was how to get out of it, but then the realisation that here was an opportunity to be caned by this strict woman and his heart suddenly raced with excitement. Cynthia then came back into the room carrying the cane. David stared at it, it was just like the ones they used at school.
“I have just given David an ultimatum; either he accepts a caning or he doesn’t see you again,” said Mrs Reynolds as she took the cane from Cynthia.
“You can’t do that!” exclaimed Cynthia.
“I can, and if he agrees, I will,” said Mrs Reynolds.
Cynthia looked at David. “You can’t let her do it,”
“I don’t get much choice do I?” replied David.
“It’s just not fair,” cried Cynthia.
“Come along, make up your minds,” said Mrs Reynolds impatiently.
“I’ll do it,” said David.
“No, you can’t!” cried Cynthia.
“It’s alright,” assured David.
Cynthia bit her lip in anguish.
“Cynthia, put the cushion on the chair,” ordered Mrs Reynolds.
Reluctantly Cynthia went to one of the two armchairs and removed the seating cushion and placed it on the seat of the other chair.
“Right David, you first. Kneel on the chair. Cynthia, stand over there,” said Mrs Reynolds pointing to where she wished her daughter to stand.
David knelt on the chair.
“Push your bottom out,” ordered Mrs Reynolds.
David rested his arms across the top of the back of the chair and rested his chin on top of his hands which were joined together, Then he pushed his bottom out. Mrs Reynolds pulled up his jacket over his back. Then she got into position and raised the cane. David was elated. He couldn’t wait for the first stroke. He knew it would hurt, but boy was it worth it. Cynthia stood watching with her face in her hands.
Swish
Thwwaacckk!
David screwed up his face as the pain sunk in.
Thwaacckk!!
Thwaacckk!!
“Stand up,” ordered Mrs Reynolds.
David eased himself off the chair and stood rubbing his bottom. It had stung, but not that much.
“Change places,” ordered Mrs Reynolds.
David and Cynthia passed each other and David gave her an impish grin. Cynthia did not reciprocate, she knew how much her mum’s cane stung and was not looking forward to it.
Mrs Reynolds waited while Cynthia got herself in position on the chair. Then she turned to David. “I think you’d better look the other way.”
Poor David, what a letdown, he was so looking forward to seeing a girl’s bottom being caned, something he’d never seen before. He turned round and had to be content with the sound of cane on female bottom.
Meanwhile Mrs Reynolds was ready to commence after having pulled up Cynthia’s skirt and petticoat. David was trying to imagine what was going through her mind as she tensed herself for the first stroke.
Thwaacckk!!
“Yeeeooowww.”
David flinched as he heard the cane connect with Cynthia’s knickers and her cry of pain.
Thwaacckk!!
“Ooooowww, muuum.”
“It’s for your own good,” replied Mrs Reynolds.
No it’s not, thought David.
Thwaacckk!!
“Oooooowwwch.”
Mrs Reynolds lowered the cane.
“Get yourself off to bed and take this with you,” said Mrs Reynolds after Cynthia had got up.
Both David and Cynthia were disappointed that they were unable to say goodnight to one another.
“You can turn round now,” said Mrs Reynolds.
David turned just in time to see Cynthia disappearing out of the door.
“I think it’s time you were going home,” said Mrs Reynolds giving David a rather strange smile. David said goodbye and jumped onto his bike. With three cane stripes across his bottom he wished he hadn’t been quite so enthusiastic. Cycling home was just a little uncomfortable.
Monday morning and the pair met up on the way to school.
“How’s your bottom?” asked David.
“Ok, how’s yours?”
“Fine, I loved every minute of that,” enthused David.
“How can you say that, all that pain.”
“It wasn’t that bad, don’t forget I didn’t feel it like you, I had pants and trousers for protection.”
“Yes, I suppose so,” mused Cynthia.
“Tell you something, your Mum gave me a strange smile when I left, I reckon she enjoys using that cane.”
“Don’t be silly, it’s just her way of punishing.”
“I’m not so sure, we’ll wait and see,” said David.
Statistics: Posted by lisamum10 — Sat Jul 30, 2016 8:33 pm