Jane awoke with a start. It was 7:45 and her bottom was sore from yesterday’s caning. She rubbed it gently – there were faint ridges. She got up and inspected it in the mirror. Wow! Aunt Judy had done a thorough job there! Talking of Judy, she hadn’t heard her and Frank during the night. Jane had half expected some noisy lovemaking or maybe even the sound of a cane in use! Maybe he hadn’t stayed the night after all?
Jane made her way down the stairs to the kitchen. There was Aunt Judy, sipping at a cup of tea, as ever.
“Aah, Jane. How nice of you to drop in. Did you sleep well? Sore botty?”
“Yes to both of those Auntie! Where’s Uncle Frank?”
“He’s a postie, stupid! They start work at 5!”
“Oh yes, how silly of me.”
“Indeed. And I don’t think you should call him Uncle just yet.”
“Things didn’t work out then, Auntie?”
“Don’t be cheeky, Jane. Look over there. The canes are still down here, if you want some more.”
“No thanks, Auntie!”
“Good. No, things with me and Frank are just fine thank you. He was a bit disturbed by your caning, though. Still he’ll have to get used to it!”
“Oh, Auntie, no!”
“Oh yes Jane. It won’t be the last time he has to watch. And I had a call from Kitty earlier. She said you are slacking at the restaurant. You’re letting me down again. You’d better buck up your ideas! Otherwise I’ll be packing you off back to your mother’s house. With a cane!”
“Auntie, you haven’t told her?”
“No I haven’t, but I might if you don’t improve your ways. I haven’t told Kitty about your motivational canings either. Now, you were doing really well at the restaurant. Make sure you improve again. Kitty is an old and dear friend and she doesn’t deserve to be messed about.”
Jane was relieved that Aunt Judy hadn’t discussed the canings with Kitty or mum. Although Kitty had seen the marks once…
“Very sorry, Auntie.”
“You will be my girl if you mess either of us about any more. Now let that be an end to it. How about some breakfast?”
As Jane walked to work later she reflected on her conversation with Aunt Judy. Jane didn’t want to leave the seaside. It wasn’t paradise but it was the best thing that had happened to her in a long while. She resolved to work extra hard at the restaurant and make Aunt Judy and boss Kitty proud of her once again.
It was maintenance caning day again. Jane walked home with a spring in her step. She hoped Aunt Judy would be lenient with her. Given their talk about slacking this seemed unlikely. More than anything, she hoped Frank would not be there as a spectator. Opening the front door, she found a stern Aunt Judy waiting in the hall.
“Go straight upstairs and bring me both canes! I’ll deal with you in the living room.”
“Auntie, is Uncle Frank here?”
“No he isn’t. Now hurry up and bring me the canes or there’ll be extras for you!”
Jane’s relief was short-lived. Frank wasn’t there, but there sat in the living room was her boss Kitty! So that’s why she wasn’t at the restaurant! God, no!
“Hello Kitty. I will try harder.”
Jane immediately switched into damage limitation mode.
“Yes, I’m sure you will. Judy is sure too! Now, let me have a look at those canes.”
Jane passed her both canes. Kitty swished them about viciously.
“Yes, very nice. Jane, I am here to watch your beating at Judy’s invitation. Let me assure you that I am very familiar with the cane. There will be no Uncle Frank-type squeamishness from me!”
Jane felt like she was going to die of embarrassment. Not only would Kitty watch but she had also been told that Frank had done likewise. Submissively, she bent over the spanking stool and lowered her own knickers. There was no use pretending or fighting the impending bare bottom caning.
“Alright Jane. Twelve strokes for your maintenance caning. Kitty, can you see OK from there?” asked Aunt Judy.
Kitty shuffled along the sofa to get a better view.
“It’s a very pretty bottom,” she remarked. “Delightful.”
“Yes it is, isn’t it? Perhaps you’d like to feel it before I start? We could do a before and after!”
Kitty walked over to Jane and gently ran her hands over the naked cheeks. They were warm to the touch. The skin was smooth and inviting.
Kitty could not resist smacking the bare bottom, just once!
“Delightful,” she purred. It was quite a hard smack as it left an imprint of her hand on Jane’s bottom. “Delightful.”
Aunt Judy picked up the older cane.
SWISH CRACK! SWISH CRACK! SWISH CRACK!
Three fast strokes showed Kitty that Judy meant business. Jane was determined to keep quiet. Sensing this immediately, Judy switched to the newer, more severe cane.
Twelve hard strokes in all but Jane, although obviously in great discomfort, had beaten them by remaining quiet. Judy was quite annoyed, although as usual she had enjoyed inflicting the caning and was growing moist down below.
“Kitty will now take over. Another dozen I think, Kitty. Show her what happens to slackers!”
Kitty picked up the older cane, smiling to herself.
“AARGH!” With the first stroke she had broken Jane. Kitty was an expert with the cane. Judy was amazed and somewhat envious!
SWISH CRACK! A low and vicious stroke.
Kitty switched canes, chuckling to herself. This was the most fun she’d had for ages!
Two hard strokes had Jane squirming.
Jane was relieved.
“Yes, most satisfactory,” said Kitty. “I can see why you recommended this to me, Judy. Now, time for the after comparison, don’t you think?”
Her hands ran all over Jane’s bottom. It was hotter, red and marked. Yes, it was even more delightful than before the caning. Her hands strayed a little towards the pussy lips and then towards the rosebud.
She couldn’t resist one last slap on Jane’s rear.
“You know, Judy, I think I’ll get a cane for home. And one for the restaurant office too.”
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