CHRIS'S FIRST " PROPER " CANING
Back in the late 60's , when I was a struggling student , I would do odd jobs for spending money . The Arkwrights were one of the families who employed me . She was a high school teacher and he ran a company importing pressure fittings from Japan .
One weekend Pam asked me to clean their car while they were at a cocktail party . Carl was flying back and I was to go with Pam to the airport and then on to the party , from where I was to bring car back and wash it .
Simple enough , but I got talking with my mates and was 20 minutes late when I arrived at their house . Pam was fuming and starting to harangue me when Carl rang to say he was on the way from the airport and would be back in about 20 minutes .
Fair enough , I thought that I was off the hook . Well not exactly , Pam led me into the living room , the harangue recommenced in her best schoolmarm style , I was shaking as she drove the message home with a waving finger .
She asked me what her instructions had been about being on time ( which I did have a problem with ) . The words " or else " came up and she asked what I thought that she had meant by them . All I could think of was that something bad would happen . She probed and got me to say " punishment " and then went through , and dismissed , various sanctions . This process took 3 or 4 minutes until she had me agree that I deserved immediate physical punishment , euphemistically referred to as " a sore backside " .
Pam , or should I say " Miss " , went into the family room , placed a bar stool in the centre of the room and collected a cane from the bedroom ( only later did I grasp the significance of why it was kept there ) . She came to me at the door and had me follow her to the stool . All I can remember seeing was her back , her dress , the cane and stool , everything else was out of the picture . I had never seen her " professional " side before and was a little terrified by the previously unknown feeling of having the cane across my seat ( on the hands had been bad enough at school ) .
I was told to bend over , place both hands on the top of the stool and to keep the small of my back " arched " as she called it to push the lower part of my checks further in range . Pam took my wallet out and smoothed the material over each bottom cheek , finishing with a pat , to test resilience , I thought .
Well , the swish - whack of the cane was enough to make me throw my head up , but still stay positioned as instructed . The following 5 strokes were bearable , just , as though this was a contest between us , she the weak female and I the strong male .
My stoic action was rewarded by being told to stand and take my pants down . No protest , I did as directed and lay across the stool this time , she pulled my underpants down and administered another six cuts . These hurt , I yelled but Pam kept on increasing the force of the strokes . Believe me , I was more than happy to get up from that stool .
But , alas , it was not over ! She sat down and I now was taken over her knee for a traditional spanking . Her hand was nowhere as severe as the cane , but she did seem to be concentrating on where it had been . And could she scold ! I was not sure which was worse , the scolding or what she was doing to my bared bottom . I was about to loose it when Carl came in . He made a comment along the lines that an occasional spanking can be a good thing for some people . Pam was complaining that her hand was starting to hurt and asked for her hairbrush from the bedroom . Bloody Hell ! , I thought , what about my rear , which I was sure was as red as a beetroot and crisscrossed by a dozen lines . Anyway , at least it was a break , that is until the hairbrush arrived . Well , within the first blows , I was yelling and squirming like a child . Pam kept on for a while , she had won the contest , tears streamed down my cheeks , my other cheeks had gone numb . Boy , was I ever glad to be back on my feet .
The trip to and from the party was painful , but , at least , there was no further discussion of the punishment AND I was on time to bring them back .
Pam settled down after the party and insisted that I stay for dinner . She inspected the punished area afterwards , saying she was sorry for her exuberance .
I had a warm feeling . Once the pain subsided we reached an accommodation , with Carl's acquiescence , resulting in me receiving several spankings from Pam at my own and Pam's request , some were for punishment , some were for stress relief ( Pam's ) but most were for enjoyment . Too bad that there is not much demand for whipping boys these days .
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