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Night Out

Imogen Buxton, bravely faces the consequences of breaking her family's rules and bends over for a severe dose of the cane upon returning home after going out without permission.



Imogen Buxton sighed from her side of the car, felt a chill as they reached the driveway and pulled up to the house. Damn, the ride back from the city had been way shorter than she’d wanted for it to be. London on a Thursday night, Imogen partied with her friends until that is, her ride ditched her for a guy.
Typical of Angelina, and now she was in for it.
The car came to a halt, Imogen and her dad got out, walked to the door of the mud room of their house. As she reluctantly entered, Imogen sucked in a breath, turned meekly and brushed a hand through her honey colored, light brown hair and said to her dad: “Got to use the toilet first.”
Pouted.
“Hurry back sweetheart.” Her dad sent her off with a loud whack on the seat of her skimpy black dress, which caused her to jump with a yelp.
Despite what Imogen’s father might have thought, she wasn’t stalling, she did need to go, her nerves had gotten to her. Not that a delay in her caning wasn’t on her mind.
How stupid could she have been? Imgogen knew the rules. No night’s out during the week. Yet she snuck out anyhow. After Angelina ditched her, Imogen had no choice but to phone home for a ride. The last thing she wanted to do of course, given the inevitable result. There had been no lecture when Imogen’s dad retrieved her, or much even said about the whole incident on their way back to the small village that they called home. She knew very well the consequences. No need to discuss what would be a forgone conclusion.
Done with her toiletries Imogen returned to the mud room, slipped off her shoes and set them near the step up into the main house for later, to return them to her room after this dreaded business was all over and done.
She felt the cool slate of the floor on the soles of her bare feet, and went over to the lip that edged the small room, cool air stiffened her nipples, and she realized that she’d begun to flush. Slowly Imogen reached for the hem of her short dress, began to hike it up, and hooked her thumbs into her white lacy knickers. A glance over her shoulder, she watched her dad fetch the cane that sat in a nearby umbrella bucket. It was straight, thin, and positively whippy. Panties at her ankles Imogen bent, touched the lip of the mud room with her French manicured nails, choked out: “Ready dad.”
Thawk!
“Ouch!”
Thawk! Imogen jumped up, grabbed at the hot line across her buttocks.
“That’ll be an extra stroke.”
Obediently Imogen bent back down. Too late at night for this, she just wanted to get it done and over with and go to bed.
Slash, crack! Imogen began to uncontrollably cry at that last searing stroke. A nasty purplish welt throbbed across her cheeks.
“Please!” Imogen begged. “I know I broke the rules I won’t do it again.”
“That’s right young lady you won’t. First though, you’ve more strokes to go. Imogen, do keep your cries to a minimum. Bad enough I had to go out at midnight to pick you up but your mother’s asleep.”
Imogen almost fired back with a snotty; “Bloody hell, you’re the one tanning my ass! It’s your fault for all the noise!” however she managed to not make the rude remark, as it surely would have only made it all that much worse.
Her father pushed the hem of her dress further up her back, nudged her to bend lower for the rest of her caning which he laid on rather firmly and left her in tears.
Given permission to stand, Imogen clutched her red, raw ass and quietly sobbed.. Her dad had left her there to contain herself. With a little cringe, pulled up panties and swore under her breath at the sting in her hind end.

Caned Before Bed

Tanya, waits for her daddy to come up the stairs and cane her for maxing out his credit card on stupid things like CDs when she was supposed to purchase new things for school.



Tanya Strutt closed the door to her room, reached behind her and began to unfasten her tight beige skirt. She pulled the clinging sheath down her nylon covered legs and kicked it aside letting out a sigh. How could she be so stupid, over charging her father’s credit card for all those CDs?
For a moment she stood in her bedroom and glanced around nervously looking at the pink wallpaper and Hello Kitty motif in nothing but smoky-black stockings and white, pink-striped shirt.
He’d be up here soon to punish her, Tanya was sure it’d be at least six, she never got less, and that usually took a half hour, and always on the bare. This was likely to take longer. Tanya was sure she was going to get more, it could even be twelve, or if Daddy thought it more effective, he might apply twenty-four stinging strokes.
It was 9:00 PM on the dot.
The nineteen year-old went over, sat on her bed, and unbuttoned her top exposing, 34B-Cup breasts in a royal blue bra with white frills purchased recently from Victoria’s Secret, the same day in fact that she went and maxed out Daddy’s credit card.
Daddy loved her, but he could be strict, very strict when she was naughty. Almost always for her infractions she either got spanked over his knee, or caned. Not even a good pout could spare her a sound thrashing when she had been naughty.
Tanya threw her strappy shoes aside, crossed her legs and waited for the dreadful sound of Daddy’s ascent up the stairs to her room. Clomp, clomp, clomp came the heavy footsteps. Mr. Strutt walked up the stairs, and reached his daughters door. “Tanya” her daddy spoke sternly. “I gave you that charge card to purchase effects for University, not waste on a night out with friends and certainly not for toys and goodies.” He admonished went over and took down the straight Kaboo cane from where it rested on her dresser. It was a dreadful, whippy thing, not much thicker than her pointer finger, nearly forty inches in length, and it stung like hell. “Now young lady you know what’s expected of you. Stand up, knickers down and touch your toes.” He ordered tapping the rod in his hand.
Brushing her hand through auburn hair Tanya looked at her father with big pleading eyes, she begged: “Please daddy I’ll pay you back, please don’t thrash me!”
“Tanya if you don’t bare you bum and touch your toes I’ll add extra, and maybe even apply a bit of the tawse.” He took her by the arm and pulled her to the center of her room.
Tears glistened in the corner of her blue eyes, Tanya sighed placed her thumps in the black waistband of her panties and eased them down over her shapely tanned hips, past her garter straps to the back of her knees. A perfect, well trimmed “airstrip” of red-brown pubic hair soon was exposed. Spreading her feet apart a few inches to balance herself Tanya leaned down, touched her toes, felt the pink carpet underneath her feet.
Tap, tap, tap. The rattan touched her most intimate parts, the tip glanced past her pussy causing her to shutter and clench her bottom cheeks in dread. This position left her so exposed.
Tanya continued to stair at her toes, fixated on the seam in her stockings. Involuntarily she moved her toes, felt the pile of the carpet…
Whack!
“Ouch!” Tanya began to stand stopped herself trying not to get out of position. The burning pain made its way through her body.
Whack! This time it was lower, and Tanya let out a wail.
Whack! Whack! The Kaboo cane struck higher, Tanya cried more.
There was a pause and the girl moved her brown hair out of her face wipe away tears.
“We’re not done yet Tanya. Keep touching those toes.” Said her daddy and tapped the rod on her wealed ass, each touch evoking an aching pain all its own.
Tanya tried to focus on her toes, but the pain was overwhelming. She wanted to lay down, and for the terrible weapon to stop ripping into her sore bottom. What time was it?
Whack!
Tanya let out s long wail pleaded with her daddy to stop caning her. She’d be a good girl she promised. “It hurts.”
“That’s the point.” Daddy informed, applying the rod three more times across his little minx of a daughter, which caused Tanya to let out more yelps.
Blue eyes filled with tears, auburn hair in total disarray Tanya Strutt wobbled in her humiliating position. Her butt on fire, she didn’t dare touch it.
Whack! “Ouch! Please stop daddy!”
Whack! “Arrgh!”, an exhale of breath.
Whack!
Tanya wobbled, began to kneel, and fall out of position at last.
“Butt up, touch your toes.”
Obeying Tanya placed her French Manicured nails onto her stocking clad toes, brunette hair all over the place.
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
The Kaboo cane ripped into Tanya’s bare butt, leaving it a mess of reddened welts and tramlines.
“Stand up Tanya.” Mr. Strutt helped his daughter stand, kissed her forehead, then replaced the instrument of punishment back onto his daughter’s dresser. “Go to bed.”
Rubbing her aching, fiery ass, Tanya moved back the covers on her bed found that it was now 11:30. Had her punishment really taken so long? She must have been putting up more of a fight than what she’d realized. Given the severity of it, that must have been it.
Tanya, would try to be a good girl from now on.

Pink Nightie

Naughty Sheena, gets caned in the front hallway for lying about her whereabouts the previous evening. And is mortified that her aunt shows up at the door, just in time to watch the bad girl get her bared bum thrashed.


[Sheena Weston, 19]
Hands atop of her head, glossy raven hair narrowed down her shoulders toward the middle of her back, past the thin orange straps which matched the trim on her pink satin nightie. 34F cups thrust outward, her boobs nearly burst over the top, she sucked in deep nervous breathes, trying to calm herself while she waited in anxious expectancy for her mum to return home. Tears already threatened to erupt from Sheena's big clear blue eyes. In front of her, the wooden straight back chair set against a wall. To her left, close to the front door stood a coat rack, where hung the crook handled slender cane, always on display in the entryway so as to remind Sheena to be a good young woman.


5:30 PM on the dot, the front door opened. In came Sheena's mum.
Canings were done after work, or as close to the infraction as possible. For Sheena, work meant being a teller at a bank. Sheena's mum expected her daughter to be prompt, and ready for when she herself got in from her job as a school teacher. That meant out of her work clothes and dressed in her pink nightie, her 'punishment uniform' as it were, and waiting at the chair, standing in the proper posture, hands on head.

Tonight’s caning session owed to Sheena lying about her whereabouts the previous night. She told her mum she would be going out with friends from work, yet it turned out, she’d actually been off with a boy who her parents didn't approve of. Mum learned the truth, thanks to one of her own friends, who spotted Sheena where she wasn't supposed to be. Had Sheena's mum not been tired on the previous night, the caning might have been over and done by now. Instead, it got postponed until the following evening. Which, unfortunately meant for Sheena she'd be going into work tomorrow sporting a sore bum.
“OK young lady, lower your knickers.”

Exhaling deeply Sheena dropped her hands from her head, shoulders slumped. She obediently hiked up her pink nightie, stuck her thumbs into the waistband of the lavender lace thong, and pushed the clingy fabric to her knees. As Sheena straightened up to return her hands to their former pose atop her rich black hair the cool pink satin nightgown smoothed itself over her delicious contours, coming to rest over her bared buttocks, and thighs. The touch of cool fabric on naked skin caused Sheena to shiver. It might have felt freeing, going commando, were it not for the fact that she was but moments from being thoroughly blistered.

Gathering up the satin nightdress's excess fabric, Sheena's mum neatly folded the pink nightie's hem up, and pinned it out of the way. And then she instructed, though it was more ritual, than needed instruction. “Now, hands on the chair my girl. No argument.”

Sheena placed her hands hesitantly down which arranged her pear-shaped ass upward in the air, making it an ideal target for the cane. Pink nightie pinned almost up to her breasts as it was, Sheena's terrific pair of boobs threatened to pop out of the nightie's formfitting bodice, probably would too, once her mum started to cane her, they wobbled each nervous intake of Sheena's breath.
Pleased to see Sheena in the correct position, bare bum on display, and with no argument, her mum fetched the cane from the coat rack, flexed it a few times into a U-shape. Finally she tapped the tip of the cane on the crease between her daughter’s buttocks and legs.

Whap!
Sheena yelped.
WHAP! Sheena's mum didn't play games. These were sure, hard whacks.
“Oh – GOD!” Cried Sheena, and lifted up on her tiptoes.

Bouncing around, yet not daring to rub her hurt bum, eventhough the sting just after only two strokes became nearly unbearable, she gritted her teeth. Tears flowed unabated and Sheena couldn't help but jump, startled when the doorbell rang. Not the best time for a visitor. Perfect! Sheena glumly thought. And here she was, her tail on display, more than aware that her pussy would be exposed as well. Mum wouldn't allow her to postpone the punishment any longer. No sense even trying to argue about it. Sheena hoped whoever happened to be at the door wouldn't be staying long.

No luck!
“Come in Jenni.” Sheena's mum greeted her aunt.
“What have we here?” Aunt Jenni asked.
“Sheena got caught up in a lie, we're rectifying that now.”
“Shall we continue young lady?”
“Yes ma’am,” sobbed Sheena, though she would rather not continue at all.
How mortifying. Clearly her mum wasn't about to ask her aunt to leave. It wasn't as though aunt Jenni hadn't ever seen (or received) a caning. Of course, she had her own children, two daughters to be exact, who she punished in just the same manner.

Tap! Tap! SNAP!
“Yowiiiii!” Sheena screamed.
This time the cane wrapped across the curves of Sheena's upturned bottom.
Fidgeting about as she was, doing her darnedest to keep her place holding the chair seat, Sheena's panties migrated toward her ankles, where her pedicured toes tangled in the delicate lavender lace.
The cane tip lingered over her rump, tapped. Sheena's left butt cheek twitched as if it were its own thing and not a part of her body. Then the evil rod whistled downward, a flood of tears poured from Sheena's blue eyes.
Finally, among the bouncing and fidgeting, Sheena's left tit did indeed pop out of its fabric enclosure, not that the bared breast halted her mum's assault with the cane. Ten strokes complete, and lucky to not have gotten more, Sheena, with no need to be told to do so, placed herself in the corner, while her mum and aunt enjoyed tea.

Once excused from the corner, Sheena went to her room. There she set out her work clothes for tomorrow, a smart skirt and blouse. That done, she lay down on her bed and rubbed her stripped bottom.

Sophie Parker

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