“Jane I want a word with you,” said Kitty to her employee. “Upstairs in the office. Hurry up girl!”
Jane climbed the stairs with dread. Surely Kitty hadn’t acquired a cane already? She was relieved when Kitty informed her that this was not the case.
“However, I have brought this wooden spoon from the kitchens. Maybe this will help as a top-up until my canes arrive,” Kitty waved the spoon under the nose of a dejected-looking Jane.
“But don’t you think I’ve improved Kitty? I’ve had some compliments from diners this week.”
“Well that’s true. Maybe just six with this for today. I promised Judy I would give you a reminder.”
My aunt is a real bitch at times, thought Jane to herself. In fact Jane thought of some other words too.
“Now you can keep your uniform on, but please lower your knickers for me. That’s it, now bend over this chair.”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Kitty was a devil with the spoon just as she had been with the cane.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“OWW!” said Jane rubbing her bottom with both hands. “I hope you’re not going to use that spoon in the kitchens again, Kitty!”
“Why ever not, isn’t your bottom clean, you cheeky girl? Maybe in future I’ll wash your bottom before your discipline! Would you like that?”
“Umm, no, no, not really.”
“I thought not. Anyway, the spoon can go in the dishwasher. I won’t be needing it again as your cane is arriving soon.”
Jane was dismayed to hear it referred to as being “her” cane.
“She hit you with a wooden spoon from the kitchens? Eeewww! Remind me not to dine at Kitty’s for a while, Frank dearest, won’t you?” said Aunt Judy. “Did it hurt?”
“Oooh, yes Aunty, I’ll say!”
“Show Frank the marks while I put the kettle on.”
Oh, the humiliation! It seemed like everyone wanted to embarrass Jane today! She flipped up her skirt and lowered her knickers. She thrust her bottom towards Frank.
“Oh yes, I can see marks Jude,” he called out so that Aunt Judy could hear.
“Feel them then, Frank,” she called back.
It was the sort of invitation you didn’t get every day! Still bending, Jane had her bottom felt by Frank. He tried to be gentlemanly at first, but then dismissed the notion as absurd! After all, here he was feeling the buttocks of a sexy 23-year old. He stroked the buttocks and the angry red marks the spoon had left. His hands were rough against the smooth cheeks. He stared at more intimate areas but didn’t dare touch, although he was sorely tempted. That would keep, he told himself.
“I recommend twenty strokes with the cane, Judy,” he suddenly announced. “She can take it, these marks aren’t too bad!”
“Whaaat?” said Jane. “Oh no, that’s too many.”
“Oh no it’s not,” said Judy strolling back into the room with a cup of tea.
“Frank, run along upstairs and fetch me both the canes. Good boy.”
Once again Jane reflected on the way Aunt Judy addressed Frank, who was hardly what you’d call a boy. Jane felt sure that Aunt Judy may have been caning him lately. She wasn’t sure how she reached this idea, but she was convinced.
Frank returned with the two canes and the leather spanking paddle.
“And which cane do you recommend Frank?”
“Oh I’d say the older one. Has a nasty sting to wake up naughty girls like Jane here.”
“Yes, indeed a good choice. You will stay and watch.”
“Well, I don’t know.”
“Frank, that was an order not an invitation! You will sit here where you can watch Jane’s beating in progress. Try to enjoy it!”
Secretly, Frank knew that of course he would enjoy it. Last week’s caning had formed the background to many happy hours of masturbation since.
“Strip off, Jane!”
“Yes, everything,” said Judy impatiently.
“Maybe you should start with six of the paddle,” Frank added.
“No, let’s not be cruel, Frank. Twenty cane strokes should be sufficient. Now let me feel those marks, Jane.”
Jane’s arse was receiving the attention of a third person that day! Gently Judy felt the cheeks. The marks were prominent. Judy had no reservations about feeling all around. It felt good to have that power.
“Actually, Frank. I think you may be right after all. Six with the strap to start with.”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“AARGGGH” Gentle tears formed in Jane’s eyes. This was all too much. Perhaps she should go home to mum? There were now three sadists running her life on the coast!
“Now then Jane. Twenty with the cane. Extra hard I think, don’t you Frank?”
“Err, yes,” he replied sheepishly, although his rock-hard erection was rather more confident about Judy’s proposal.
“Extra hard, Jane,” Judy laughed.
“Yes, Auntie, I suppose I deserve it,” Jane replied, for she too was turned on. The pain of the strapping had been intense, but the cane was always a bitter-sweet pleasure.
“They will be hard and fast, so brace yourself.”
Jane hung on to the arm sofa, offering her bottom up for punishment and in complete submission.
Jane sobbed quietly. She couldn’t hold back the tears like she usually managed to.
Aunt Judy paused to feel the cheeks and the wicked cane weals. They felt nice, and she took some time massaging the girl’s bottom. She played with it, teased it and poked it. Jane wished her aunt would stop as an orgasm was not far off. Far less embarrassing to have it as the result of cane strokes than this!
“I like your bottom very much, Jane,” said Aunt Judy playfully. “I like to think of it as my friend and plaything. The next ten strokes will be with the new cane. To teach you a hard lesson, my girl.”
Jane was just wondering what she’d done to deserve all this. After all, she’d had a better week at work.
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