Dealt with at Home (Part 1)
She hated being stood in the corner like this, her red sore bottom on display between her raised school skirts and pulled down white cotton knickers. Usually she was made to stand like this for at least 10 minutes but she had known it to be for as long as half an hour.
She had known what she would have coming as soon as her form teacher had issued the detention for cheekiness, her usual offence.
Once home her Father knew by the time she had been given yet another detention and she knew very well that if she was in trouble at school she could expect him to make his disapproval known when she got home.
She stood obediently in the corner hoping this would be an end to it. Her Father had said the last time he spanked her that if she was in trouble again for the same thing the consequences would be more severe, but she hoped they were just words.
She hated being stood in the corner like this, her red sore bottom on display between her raised school skirts and pulled down white cotton knickers. Usually she was made to stand like this for at least 10 minutes but she had known it to be for as long as half an hour.
She had known what she would have coming as soon as her form teacher had issued the detention for cheekiness, her usual offence.
Once home her Father knew by the time she had been given yet another detention and she knew very well that if she was in trouble at school she could expect him to make his disapproval known when she got home.
She stood obediently in the corner hoping this would be an end to it. Her Father had said the last time he spanked her that if she was in trouble again for the same thing the consequences would be more severe, but she hoped they were just words.
Dealt With at Home (Part 2)
She had been in that hated corner twenty minutes and had by then been certain that she would be allowed to go to her room and have a little cry and rub her sore bottom.
That hope had been dashed when she was ordered to turn around, and doing so she saw the table cleared and her Father’s cane upon it.
Pressed against it now she waited for what would be the first stroke of a long caning.
She had been in that hated corner twenty minutes and had by then been certain that she would be allowed to go to her room and have a little cry and rub her sore bottom.
That hope had been dashed when she was ordered to turn around, and doing so she saw the table cleared and her Father’s cane upon it.
Pressed against it now she waited for what would be the first stroke of a long caning.
Dealt with at home (part 3)
She wailed as yet another cruel stroke of the cane fell on her already sore and striped cheeks.
Again, as always when she was being caned, she resolved that she would not give her father any more reasons to discipline her, but even as she promised herself this she knew that she would be over the hated desk again within weeks if not days.
It was so hard being a girl, she thought, especially a girl with a strict father.
She fought to stay still and keep her bottom positioned as the next burning stroke left its deep red stripe on the cheeks of her bottom.
She wailed as yet another cruel stroke of the cane fell on her already sore and striped cheeks.
Again, as always when she was being caned, she resolved that she would not give her father any more reasons to discipline her, but even as she promised herself this she knew that she would be over the hated desk again within weeks if not days.
It was so hard being a girl, she thought, especially a girl with a strict father.
She fought to stay still and keep her bottom positioned as the next burning stroke left its deep red stripe on the cheeks of her bottom.
Dealt with at home (Part 4)
She stayed still as she knew she must after the last stroke had left it's sting and mark on her sore bottom.
The worst was over now she consoled herself. Although it would still be tender to sit for a while and she would be reminded of her caning every time she sat down for the next day or two it would get easier as time went on and the bruises would fade too
Until the next time
She stayed still as she knew she must after the last stroke had left it's sting and mark on her sore bottom.
The worst was over now she consoled herself. Although it would still be tender to sit for a while and she would be reminded of her caning every time she sat down for the next day or two it would get easier as time went on and the bruises would fade too
Until the next time