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Kate gathered the clothes for the laundry. She was a widow aged 45 and lived with her daughter Helen aged 18. Her daughter’s bedroom was quite tidy so she quickly picked up a few items and took them downstairs. It was still 1970 and washing machines were still cumbersome and she huffed and puffed as she moved her twin tub machine from under the worktop in the scullery.
Kate sorted the clothes as the tub filed with water and suds. She picked up Helen’s dark blue regulation knickers – and paused. As she held them up, she saw faint lines on the thick fabric. She laid them on the worktop tidily and smoothed them flat.
Yes, there were six white lines across the seat of the pants. She moved them to and fro in the sunlight and without doubt there were six white lines clearly made by a cane.
A few minutes later as the washing tub pounded the clothes, Kate sat down and thought back to when she was 18 and the day she and her friend Elaine were waiting outside the headmistresses study.
The wait at 4pm had been agonising. Both had waited all day to go there as 4pm was the traditional time Miss Henshaw caned girls. She remembered every detail.
That morning the secretary had come to the class and her French teacher Madame Jolie took a message.
“Kate and Elaine, you are to report to Miss Henshaw at 4pm.”
There had been a stunned silence in the class broken only by their meek answers acknowledging this instruction. A number of the girls in that class had visited Miss Henshaw’s study and left having experienced her expertise with a cane.
PE later that afternoon had been a slow lesson and both girls made little effort. Miss Jones the PE mistress threatened to slipper the pair of them but after 90 minutes they were naked in the showers with their classmates. Some had observed Kate and Elaine nude knowing that they would soon be bending over for Miss Henshaw’s cane. Kate studied Elaine’s bottom as she washed. What would it look like shortly after Miss Henshaw’s cane had done its job? The showers thinned out and Kate bent over to wash her toes. Elaine put her hand on her friend’s bottom.
“I think we will both have marks shortly, Kate” she said as her friend stood. The two were now the only occupants of the showers. Elaine’s hand held Kate’s cheek and rubbed it gently.
Kate nodded.
They kissed and Elaine’s hand caressed her friend’s shoulder and left breast. Her hand stroked the wet patch of black pubic hair between Kate’s legs. Kate closed he eyes and turned her head up to the shower head and gasped at Elaine’ s gentle touch.
“Oh, I am so worried, it wasn’t my fault!” Kate mumbled.
“I know” replied Elaine “but Miss Henshaw undoubtedly will cane us both. I am sorry I led you astray.”
They hugged briefly. Kate stood back and made a brave attempt to smile as she looked at Elaine’s breasts and thicket of pubic hair. The pair hurried back to the changing area, grabbed their towels and dried.
One hour later there they were outside the study. Tow third formers and three fourth formers were there too. One by one they went in and the sound of the cane was heard – four strokes for the third years and six of the fourth years - before each one emerged looking sore and sheepish. Miss Henshaw put her lighter cane away and took out a longer supple cane for the older girls she was expecting.
The secretary opened the door. “Elaine and Kate here to see you, Miss Henshaw.”
“Very well, Marion, do send Elaine in.”
The secretary held the door open and let Elaine enter before she closed it. She glanced at Kate knowingly. As she sat back at her desk she studied Kate facing the wall. Marion was 52 and had a good figure. She had been caned five times in her teens and now her partner was Rod and he was eight years older. She had a black gown at home like Miss Henshaw’s, in fact, it was and old dusty one Miss Henshaw had discarded but a wash and attention with needle and thread had restored it. Rod disciplined her with spanking and their selection of canes; Marion had become proficient with the cane herself as Rod’s bottom would testify, and it made their sex life very exciting. Only the previous weekend she had taken six of the best before Rod slipped into her doggy position. She enjoyed watching the girls lined up and listening to what happened in the study. If the last girl had gone in she could turn the intercom on and listen to the conversation and then the swish of the cane.
Marion and Kate then went still. The first stroke of the cane across Elaine’s bottom made a loud crack. Both of them counted what followed – 2,3,4,5,6.
The door opened and out came Elaine looking red in the face. She beckoned to Kate to go in. Marion watched as Elaine walked out into the corridor gently holding her bottom beneath her gymslip.
Inside, the cane – a grim looking implement – was on the desk. Miss Henshaw looked at Kate.
“So what happened on the bus this morning – again?”
Kate looked at the floor. Miss Henshaw looked at one of her favourite pupils.
Kate stammered her explanation.
Miss Henshaw sat in her chair.
“Well. Kate, there is no need to defend Elaine or take responsibility for her actions. I know she was the ring leader and she has a track record. She was caned for the same thing in the fourth and fifth forms.”
Kate knew Elaine had been caned several times as she’d seen her marks in the showers and in Elaine’s bedroom as she would that afternoon as they were to meet as soon as Kate had been caned.
“However, I am aware that you have never had a detention or been caned, have you?”
“No, miss” she stammered.
Miss Henshaw’s question almost lacked the final words – “but that will change in a minute” – she thought.
The headmistress stood and picked up the cane. Kate felt hot and her pants seemed tight all of a sudden. She looked at the floor knowing she would imminently be told to bend over.
Miss Henshaw put the cane in her cupboard.
“Now, Kate, run along and don’t be led astray by Elaine.”
Kate left the study and noticed Marion at her typewriter looking a tad disappointed.
Thirty minutes later at Elaine’s house her friend opened the front door. It would be a couple of hours before her parents were home. They hugged.
Elaine could not believe Kate had been let off. They undressed quickly and Elaine bent over the bed so Kate could see her six angry red weals. Kate studied them closely. They marked her friend’s left cheek and then there was a gap where her cleavage with a smattering of pubic hair was found and her pink anus; lower was her friend’s pussy with copious amounts of pubic curls. On her right cheek Elaine’s stripes were thick and red and she squealed as Kate touched them.
Kate realised her bottom should be like that but when they switched positions Elaine’s lips merely kissed her smooth unmarked cheeks as Kate almost quivered at her friend’s touch.
“You were so lucky to be let off” said Elaine.
“Yes, I was sure I would get the cane…”
“It would have blemished your perfect bottom” said Elaine softly.
Kate blushed as she was led to the bed. She lay face down as Elaine kissed her from her neck to toes. Then she eased Kate’s hips up and kissed her in her cleavage. Her tongue touched her anus and then probed her pussy. Kate’s face was pushed into the pillows as she gasped and groaned.
In the 69 position Elaine thought about her friend Gail as she worked hard on Kate’s intimate area. Gail’s parents had a cane they used on Gail’s brother Harry and they had played with it a few weeks ago. If only Elain’s parents had a cane she could give Kate a taste. That silliness on the bus had so nearly worked. Kate was thrilled to see Elaine’s stripes close up and her hairy pussy glistening. He tongue began to explore her friend’s soft folds. If only she too had been caned by Miss Henshaw.
The sound of the washing machine churning the clothes and water made Kate sit up and break from her day dream.
That evening she saw Helen’s bag on the dining room table after her daughter had gone to bed. Helen had said nothing about receiving corporal punishment and she had not asked as Helen must have found it embarrassing to take corporal punishment. She noticed a torn brown envelope and gently slipped it out.
Inside the envelope was a blue slip of paper. Parents, especially mothers, of the girls at the college knew that this was a slip to be taken home and signed after a girl was caned. Her friend Liz had shown her several in the last couple of years when Beth, her daughter, had brought them home. On one occasion she had been there having a coffee in the kitchen when Beth came home. Liz knew Beth was down for the cane that day and asked for the slip to Beth’s obvious embarrassment. Liz had then got Beth to lift her gymslip and lower her pants and bend forward. Kate had been thrilled to see her plump bottom with six parallel weals.
She unfolded the slip and it confirmed that Helen had received six strokes of the cane the previous day from her house mistress for “persistent talking”. Helen had even forged her mother’s signature.
The envelope was put back.
It was fortunate Kate had seen this slip of paper as the next day she saw Helen’s house mistress in the library.
“Your Helen took her caning quite well, Kate. That is the third this year though and a trip to the headmistress may be necessary. I expect you get tired of signing those blue slips?”
“Yes” Kate gasped “she can be naughty!”.
As the house mistress went over to another bookshelf Kate realised how lucky it was she found that slip.
Over the next few days Kate could not stop thinking about Helen’s caning and how her friend Elaine had been caned but she had not. She had planned a weekend away to give Helen space to revise for her forthcoming exams and headed on the train to a small B&B by the seaside.
She was the only person staying and it was run by a lady aged about 65 in fine shape with a sun tanned face. The lady had been in her sun drenched garden wearing her bikini and the top of her pubic triangle was visible above the top of her bikini bottoms. She was very friendly and welcomed Kate and showed her to her room. Kate followed her upstairs with her mature bottom barely covered just in front of her face. As she ascended, there were even wisps of pubic hair visible between her legs.
They had supper and chatted about life. The lady – Pam – asked about Kate and her daughter and the exams that were approaching. The next day Kate had a day on the beach and came back in time for an early meal with Pam.
“I’ll just shower” she called out to Pam as she went upstairs. On her bed there was a large fresh bath towel and in seconds Kate undressed and walked naked to the bathroom. Pam had poked her head up the stairs to say tea would be ten minutes but she said nothing as she saw Kate’s bare legs and gorgeous bottom stride along the landing away from her.
Over their meal again they talked about a variety of things and Pam asked how Helen was getting on. She said she was on target to get very good exam results. Pam enquired about the college.
“Oh, very good and they have a nice range of academic and sporting activity. And they are strict which is ideal for the girls.”
“It is, do they use corporal punishment?” asked Pam.
Kate almost froze.
“Yes they do but sparingly. In fact Helen received a caning recently. It did her good to have six of the best I think.”
“Is that what they get?
“Not always, only if very naughty” said Kate.
“Did you get the cane?” asked Pam.
Kate blushed and explained her own near caning all those years back.
Pam listened intently.
“And you, did you get caned?” asked Kate hesitatingly.
“Oh yes, four times I had to take that walk to the headmistress’s study and bend over for the cane. Mind you I was a rebel and deserved it. In fact I still have the two canes I stole from my head mistress!”
They laughed.
“Do tell!” urged Kate.
Pam explained in detail how on her last day she raided the study when everyone was in assembly and hid the canes in her sports bag. Twenty minutes later the term was over and she made a quick exit with her friends. The canes had remained hidden most of the time all those years during her own business career and now she was retired. She had tutored some boys and girls in maths on and off and it was agreed with parents she could use the cane if needed. It was indeed used on occasions. Also, one boy’s mother, a widow like Kate, had agreed to the cane being used as she wanted to ensure he passed his exams. He did and progressed to university but the attractive mother also asked Pam to discipline her from time to time. Pam was happy to do so and the mother always went home with a fine set of red stripes on her attractive bottom.
Pam continued about her escapade at length “..and do you regret not being caned, Kate?”
Kate bushed again.
“Difficult to say. I saw my friend’s bottom close up when she was caned – in her bedroom at home – and it was sore. I also saw others in the showers after PE and it was…umm…”
“Thrilling?” volunteered Pam.
Kate paused. “Well, I wondered what it would be like…”
As the evening wore on they did the dishes and watched the TV. Pam then disappeared upstairs. She called down to Kate.
Kate went upstairs.
She saw Pam’s bedroom door ajar and went in. Pam was standing there in a silk dressing gown. On the bed were two vintage canes.
“Here they are, aren’t they fine specimens!”
She handed one to Kate. It made her tingle.
“I only ever saw one on my headmistress’s desk after she had caned my friend. This feels so springy!”
Pam watched at Kate handled the cane and flexed it.
“Would you like to take that caning you missed all those years ago?”
Kate’s knees almost folded.
“Oh, yes, yes, please.”
Pam took the cane. “Place this pillow over that chair back” she directed.
Kate took the pillow and placed it over the back of a wooden chair by the wardrobe. She turned to see Pam flexing the cane.
“Now Kate I am offering you six of the very best.”
“Yes, Pam. Yes, please” she mumbled.
“Very well. Bend over and hold the front of the seat. Let’s go back to that time in the study but instead of being let off you are to be caned!”
Kate could barely control her excitement as she went over the chair.
Then she felt he summer skirt being lifted.
“Over your pants is best just as I was caned many years ago” said Pam gently.
Kate then felt the touch of the cane.
SWISH! “Aaah!” yelped Kate as the cane left a thin trail of stinging across her cheeks.
“Hush, Kate” whispered Pam as she drew the cane back.
SWISH! “Oh!” yelped Kate.
SWISH!
SWISH!
SWISH! “Ouch!” came the response.
SWISH! The sixth was a little harder “Ouch, ouch!” whimpered Kate.
She stood after a pause.
They hugged.
Kate realised Pam was nude and her silk dressing gown was on the bed. Her breasts touched her bra and blouse. Kate’s hands touched Pam’s bare back and then her bottom. Pam kissed her.
“How was that?”
Kate lay on the bed as Pam held a mirror so she could see her bottom. Six clear red weals crossed her bottom.
“So this is what Helen’s bottom was like” she said to Pam.
Kate stood up and Pam helped her undress. Kate was not sure why she allowed this but Pam’s breasts were lovely. She put her hand on Pam’s shoulder.
She looked embarrassed. “You know…Elaine…my friend...had such a gorgeous body…in her bedroom…well...we would be naked together…such pert breasts…and her, well you know, her pubic...umm...hair...was thick….but her bottom….she was caned a number of times…the stripes were red and thick...”
Pam knew how Kate felt and held her gently. They kissed and Kate kissed Pam’s breasts and knelt to face her pubic triangle which was still quite bushy. Kate’s fingers trace a line down Pam’s front and through her pubic hair.
They slept in Pam’s bed that night. Pam’s tongue had explored Kate’s pussy and a loud orgasm had broken the still night.
In the morning Pam examined Kate’s bottom before they had breakfast naked. Later they went along the sea front before coming home for lunch. Kate had to pack ready to leave.
In her bedroom she put her spare clothes in her small suitcase.
Pam came in and stood behind her. Kate stood there meekly as her hands held her waist.
She whispered “I think I should check those marks on your cute bottom.”
Kate stood there as her skirt went up and he cotton pants came down.
She leaned over on the bed as Pam’s hands roved and she described the marks. Her tongue probed gently.
“Come with me, Kate” she said softly as she led her by the hand to her bedroom.
Pam picked up a cane.
“Another six?
Kate held her cheeks.
“Yes. Yes, please.
“Bend over!” said Pam.
Kate went to the bed and took her pants down and bent over. She stood and undressed and bent over again.
Once again the cane did its work. Six stingers licked her bottom.
Kate jumped up and rubbed her bottom as she hopped round the room. She sat on the bed and lay back, feet up, hands clutching her bottom as she enjoyed the sting of the cane again.
Her hirsute pussy and most intimate area was on show. Kate felt the gentle touch of Pam’s lips and tongue.
Some minutes later Kate was lying naked on the bed drowsy after another orgasm had shuddered through her slim body. She dozed for a while; there was another train in an hour.
Two weeks later Helen’s exams were over and she went off with friends on a well deserved holiday. Kate picked up the ‘phone and dialled a number.
At the other end Pam’s voice answered.
Kate sorted the clothes as the tub filed with water and suds. She picked up Helen’s dark blue regulation knickers – and paused. As she held them up, she saw faint lines on the thick fabric. She laid them on the worktop tidily and smoothed them flat.
Yes, there were six white lines across the seat of the pants. She moved them to and fro in the sunlight and without doubt there were six white lines clearly made by a cane.
A few minutes later as the washing tub pounded the clothes, Kate sat down and thought back to when she was 18 and the day she and her friend Elaine were waiting outside the headmistresses study.
The wait at 4pm had been agonising. Both had waited all day to go there as 4pm was the traditional time Miss Henshaw caned girls. She remembered every detail.
That morning the secretary had come to the class and her French teacher Madame Jolie took a message.
“Kate and Elaine, you are to report to Miss Henshaw at 4pm.”
There had been a stunned silence in the class broken only by their meek answers acknowledging this instruction. A number of the girls in that class had visited Miss Henshaw’s study and left having experienced her expertise with a cane.
PE later that afternoon had been a slow lesson and both girls made little effort. Miss Jones the PE mistress threatened to slipper the pair of them but after 90 minutes they were naked in the showers with their classmates. Some had observed Kate and Elaine nude knowing that they would soon be bending over for Miss Henshaw’s cane. Kate studied Elaine’s bottom as she washed. What would it look like shortly after Miss Henshaw’s cane had done its job? The showers thinned out and Kate bent over to wash her toes. Elaine put her hand on her friend’s bottom.
“I think we will both have marks shortly, Kate” she said as her friend stood. The two were now the only occupants of the showers. Elaine’s hand held Kate’s cheek and rubbed it gently.
Kate nodded.
They kissed and Elaine’s hand caressed her friend’s shoulder and left breast. Her hand stroked the wet patch of black pubic hair between Kate’s legs. Kate closed he eyes and turned her head up to the shower head and gasped at Elaine’ s gentle touch.
“Oh, I am so worried, it wasn’t my fault!” Kate mumbled.
“I know” replied Elaine “but Miss Henshaw undoubtedly will cane us both. I am sorry I led you astray.”
They hugged briefly. Kate stood back and made a brave attempt to smile as she looked at Elaine’s breasts and thicket of pubic hair. The pair hurried back to the changing area, grabbed their towels and dried.
One hour later there they were outside the study. Tow third formers and three fourth formers were there too. One by one they went in and the sound of the cane was heard – four strokes for the third years and six of the fourth years - before each one emerged looking sore and sheepish. Miss Henshaw put her lighter cane away and took out a longer supple cane for the older girls she was expecting.
The secretary opened the door. “Elaine and Kate here to see you, Miss Henshaw.”
“Very well, Marion, do send Elaine in.”
The secretary held the door open and let Elaine enter before she closed it. She glanced at Kate knowingly. As she sat back at her desk she studied Kate facing the wall. Marion was 52 and had a good figure. She had been caned five times in her teens and now her partner was Rod and he was eight years older. She had a black gown at home like Miss Henshaw’s, in fact, it was and old dusty one Miss Henshaw had discarded but a wash and attention with needle and thread had restored it. Rod disciplined her with spanking and their selection of canes; Marion had become proficient with the cane herself as Rod’s bottom would testify, and it made their sex life very exciting. Only the previous weekend she had taken six of the best before Rod slipped into her doggy position. She enjoyed watching the girls lined up and listening to what happened in the study. If the last girl had gone in she could turn the intercom on and listen to the conversation and then the swish of the cane.
Marion and Kate then went still. The first stroke of the cane across Elaine’s bottom made a loud crack. Both of them counted what followed – 2,3,4,5,6.
The door opened and out came Elaine looking red in the face. She beckoned to Kate to go in. Marion watched as Elaine walked out into the corridor gently holding her bottom beneath her gymslip.
Inside, the cane – a grim looking implement – was on the desk. Miss Henshaw looked at Kate.
“So what happened on the bus this morning – again?”
Kate looked at the floor. Miss Henshaw looked at one of her favourite pupils.
Kate stammered her explanation.
Miss Henshaw sat in her chair.
“Well. Kate, there is no need to defend Elaine or take responsibility for her actions. I know she was the ring leader and she has a track record. She was caned for the same thing in the fourth and fifth forms.”
Kate knew Elaine had been caned several times as she’d seen her marks in the showers and in Elaine’s bedroom as she would that afternoon as they were to meet as soon as Kate had been caned.
“However, I am aware that you have never had a detention or been caned, have you?”
“No, miss” she stammered.
Miss Henshaw’s question almost lacked the final words – “but that will change in a minute” – she thought.
The headmistress stood and picked up the cane. Kate felt hot and her pants seemed tight all of a sudden. She looked at the floor knowing she would imminently be told to bend over.
Miss Henshaw put the cane in her cupboard.
“Now, Kate, run along and don’t be led astray by Elaine.”
Kate left the study and noticed Marion at her typewriter looking a tad disappointed.
Thirty minutes later at Elaine’s house her friend opened the front door. It would be a couple of hours before her parents were home. They hugged.
Elaine could not believe Kate had been let off. They undressed quickly and Elaine bent over the bed so Kate could see her six angry red weals. Kate studied them closely. They marked her friend’s left cheek and then there was a gap where her cleavage with a smattering of pubic hair was found and her pink anus; lower was her friend’s pussy with copious amounts of pubic curls. On her right cheek Elaine’s stripes were thick and red and she squealed as Kate touched them.
Kate realised her bottom should be like that but when they switched positions Elaine’s lips merely kissed her smooth unmarked cheeks as Kate almost quivered at her friend’s touch.
“You were so lucky to be let off” said Elaine.
“Yes, I was sure I would get the cane…”
“It would have blemished your perfect bottom” said Elaine softly.
Kate blushed as she was led to the bed. She lay face down as Elaine kissed her from her neck to toes. Then she eased Kate’s hips up and kissed her in her cleavage. Her tongue touched her anus and then probed her pussy. Kate’s face was pushed into the pillows as she gasped and groaned.
In the 69 position Elaine thought about her friend Gail as she worked hard on Kate’s intimate area. Gail’s parents had a cane they used on Gail’s brother Harry and they had played with it a few weeks ago. If only Elain’s parents had a cane she could give Kate a taste. That silliness on the bus had so nearly worked. Kate was thrilled to see Elaine’s stripes close up and her hairy pussy glistening. He tongue began to explore her friend’s soft folds. If only she too had been caned by Miss Henshaw.
The sound of the washing machine churning the clothes and water made Kate sit up and break from her day dream.
That evening she saw Helen’s bag on the dining room table after her daughter had gone to bed. Helen had said nothing about receiving corporal punishment and she had not asked as Helen must have found it embarrassing to take corporal punishment. She noticed a torn brown envelope and gently slipped it out.
Inside the envelope was a blue slip of paper. Parents, especially mothers, of the girls at the college knew that this was a slip to be taken home and signed after a girl was caned. Her friend Liz had shown her several in the last couple of years when Beth, her daughter, had brought them home. On one occasion she had been there having a coffee in the kitchen when Beth came home. Liz knew Beth was down for the cane that day and asked for the slip to Beth’s obvious embarrassment. Liz had then got Beth to lift her gymslip and lower her pants and bend forward. Kate had been thrilled to see her plump bottom with six parallel weals.
She unfolded the slip and it confirmed that Helen had received six strokes of the cane the previous day from her house mistress for “persistent talking”. Helen had even forged her mother’s signature.
The envelope was put back.
It was fortunate Kate had seen this slip of paper as the next day she saw Helen’s house mistress in the library.
“Your Helen took her caning quite well, Kate. That is the third this year though and a trip to the headmistress may be necessary. I expect you get tired of signing those blue slips?”
“Yes” Kate gasped “she can be naughty!”.
As the house mistress went over to another bookshelf Kate realised how lucky it was she found that slip.
Over the next few days Kate could not stop thinking about Helen’s caning and how her friend Elaine had been caned but she had not. She had planned a weekend away to give Helen space to revise for her forthcoming exams and headed on the train to a small B&B by the seaside.
She was the only person staying and it was run by a lady aged about 65 in fine shape with a sun tanned face. The lady had been in her sun drenched garden wearing her bikini and the top of her pubic triangle was visible above the top of her bikini bottoms. She was very friendly and welcomed Kate and showed her to her room. Kate followed her upstairs with her mature bottom barely covered just in front of her face. As she ascended, there were even wisps of pubic hair visible between her legs.
They had supper and chatted about life. The lady – Pam – asked about Kate and her daughter and the exams that were approaching. The next day Kate had a day on the beach and came back in time for an early meal with Pam.
“I’ll just shower” she called out to Pam as she went upstairs. On her bed there was a large fresh bath towel and in seconds Kate undressed and walked naked to the bathroom. Pam had poked her head up the stairs to say tea would be ten minutes but she said nothing as she saw Kate’s bare legs and gorgeous bottom stride along the landing away from her.
Over their meal again they talked about a variety of things and Pam asked how Helen was getting on. She said she was on target to get very good exam results. Pam enquired about the college.
“Oh, very good and they have a nice range of academic and sporting activity. And they are strict which is ideal for the girls.”
“It is, do they use corporal punishment?” asked Pam.
Kate almost froze.
“Yes they do but sparingly. In fact Helen received a caning recently. It did her good to have six of the best I think.”
“Is that what they get?
“Not always, only if very naughty” said Kate.
“Did you get the cane?” asked Pam.
Kate blushed and explained her own near caning all those years back.
Pam listened intently.
“And you, did you get caned?” asked Kate hesitatingly.
“Oh yes, four times I had to take that walk to the headmistress’s study and bend over for the cane. Mind you I was a rebel and deserved it. In fact I still have the two canes I stole from my head mistress!”
They laughed.
“Do tell!” urged Kate.
Pam explained in detail how on her last day she raided the study when everyone was in assembly and hid the canes in her sports bag. Twenty minutes later the term was over and she made a quick exit with her friends. The canes had remained hidden most of the time all those years during her own business career and now she was retired. She had tutored some boys and girls in maths on and off and it was agreed with parents she could use the cane if needed. It was indeed used on occasions. Also, one boy’s mother, a widow like Kate, had agreed to the cane being used as she wanted to ensure he passed his exams. He did and progressed to university but the attractive mother also asked Pam to discipline her from time to time. Pam was happy to do so and the mother always went home with a fine set of red stripes on her attractive bottom.
Pam continued about her escapade at length “..and do you regret not being caned, Kate?”
Kate bushed again.
“Difficult to say. I saw my friend’s bottom close up when she was caned – in her bedroom at home – and it was sore. I also saw others in the showers after PE and it was…umm…”
“Thrilling?” volunteered Pam.
Kate paused. “Well, I wondered what it would be like…”
As the evening wore on they did the dishes and watched the TV. Pam then disappeared upstairs. She called down to Kate.
Kate went upstairs.
She saw Pam’s bedroom door ajar and went in. Pam was standing there in a silk dressing gown. On the bed were two vintage canes.
“Here they are, aren’t they fine specimens!”
She handed one to Kate. It made her tingle.
“I only ever saw one on my headmistress’s desk after she had caned my friend. This feels so springy!”
Pam watched at Kate handled the cane and flexed it.
“Would you like to take that caning you missed all those years ago?”
Kate’s knees almost folded.
“Oh, yes, yes, please.”
Pam took the cane. “Place this pillow over that chair back” she directed.
Kate took the pillow and placed it over the back of a wooden chair by the wardrobe. She turned to see Pam flexing the cane.
“Now Kate I am offering you six of the very best.”
“Yes, Pam. Yes, please” she mumbled.
“Very well. Bend over and hold the front of the seat. Let’s go back to that time in the study but instead of being let off you are to be caned!”
Kate could barely control her excitement as she went over the chair.
Then she felt he summer skirt being lifted.
“Over your pants is best just as I was caned many years ago” said Pam gently.
Kate then felt the touch of the cane.
SWISH! “Aaah!” yelped Kate as the cane left a thin trail of stinging across her cheeks.
“Hush, Kate” whispered Pam as she drew the cane back.
SWISH! “Oh!” yelped Kate.
SWISH!
SWISH!
SWISH! “Ouch!” came the response.
SWISH! The sixth was a little harder “Ouch, ouch!” whimpered Kate.
She stood after a pause.
They hugged.
Kate realised Pam was nude and her silk dressing gown was on the bed. Her breasts touched her bra and blouse. Kate’s hands touched Pam’s bare back and then her bottom. Pam kissed her.
“How was that?”
Kate lay on the bed as Pam held a mirror so she could see her bottom. Six clear red weals crossed her bottom.
“So this is what Helen’s bottom was like” she said to Pam.
Kate stood up and Pam helped her undress. Kate was not sure why she allowed this but Pam’s breasts were lovely. She put her hand on Pam’s shoulder.
She looked embarrassed. “You know…Elaine…my friend...had such a gorgeous body…in her bedroom…well...we would be naked together…such pert breasts…and her, well you know, her pubic...umm...hair...was thick….but her bottom….she was caned a number of times…the stripes were red and thick...”
Pam knew how Kate felt and held her gently. They kissed and Kate kissed Pam’s breasts and knelt to face her pubic triangle which was still quite bushy. Kate’s fingers trace a line down Pam’s front and through her pubic hair.
They slept in Pam’s bed that night. Pam’s tongue had explored Kate’s pussy and a loud orgasm had broken the still night.
In the morning Pam examined Kate’s bottom before they had breakfast naked. Later they went along the sea front before coming home for lunch. Kate had to pack ready to leave.
In her bedroom she put her spare clothes in her small suitcase.
Pam came in and stood behind her. Kate stood there meekly as her hands held her waist.
She whispered “I think I should check those marks on your cute bottom.”
Kate stood there as her skirt went up and he cotton pants came down.
She leaned over on the bed as Pam’s hands roved and she described the marks. Her tongue probed gently.
“Come with me, Kate” she said softly as she led her by the hand to her bedroom.
Pam picked up a cane.
“Another six?
Kate held her cheeks.
“Yes. Yes, please.
“Bend over!” said Pam.
Kate went to the bed and took her pants down and bent over. She stood and undressed and bent over again.
Once again the cane did its work. Six stingers licked her bottom.
Kate jumped up and rubbed her bottom as she hopped round the room. She sat on the bed and lay back, feet up, hands clutching her bottom as she enjoyed the sting of the cane again.
Her hirsute pussy and most intimate area was on show. Kate felt the gentle touch of Pam’s lips and tongue.
Some minutes later Kate was lying naked on the bed drowsy after another orgasm had shuddered through her slim body. She dozed for a while; there was another train in an hour.
Two weeks later Helen’s exams were over and she went off with friends on a well deserved holiday. Kate picked up the ‘phone and dialled a number.
At the other end Pam’s voice answered.
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