I Learn About My Sapphic Sexuality And Cane A Wilful Daughter And Her Mother. - Sex Stories

I Learn About My Sapphic Sexuality And Cane A Wilful Daughter And Her Mother.

... bare’ did not take place; unless the parents requested it. There was a box to tick in the discipline questionnaire if they wanted the girl caned bare and a few did. Otherwise, I avoided it, as I thought that the punishment should avoid any extra humiliation, which I was sure many of them would feel.

Before caning her, I said to the girl, “You know why you are here and I hope this punishment will stop you from being so stupid in the future. It will hurt you a great deal. Please try to take it like a lady.”

I warned the girl that every time she tried to rub it was two extra strokes. After I showed them the thin cane I was going to use, I showed them the two thicker canes. I warned the girl that if she came back again, I would use the thicker cane on her. They bent over my desk. If the girl could not control herself, the gym teacher held her down and there was a two-stroke penalty for this. At least two strokes would always cross over the rest by intent. There was no point in tickling them. It was most unusual if the girl did not leave in floods of tears, rubbing her well-thrashed rump.

About three months after the start of the new discipline policy, at the finish of a caning session involving the positive drug test girls, I said to the gym teacher, “I feel a little sorry for them, but it’s for the best. Thank goodness I never went through that. It must be hard for them, knowing they are going to get three sets of six strokes.”

Miss Celia put her head to one side and ...

... said, “It’s never too late to experience something. Were you never caned?”

“No,” I replied. “My parents never caned me, and they didn’t do it at school. What do you mean, ‘it’s never too late,’ please?”

Celia smiled. “They caned me many times from the age of sixteen, and these days, I see a friend who takes care of it. Would you like to find out how it feels? I always think it’s best to have experienced what you dish out, don’t you?”

This was a little forward, but Celia had a good point.

“Would you oblige me, please?” I asked.

“Certainly,” replied Celia. “Where would you like to do it?”

“We can do it at my house,” I replied. It was the end of the school day.

This was a separate small building on the school grounds. It was modern and built of local brick and reinforced concrete. We were close to the flight path to the airport, so they built it soundproofed.

“Are you free now, please?” I asked.

“Yes,” smiled Celia, “I’m ready if you are.”

“Can you give me half an hour to finish a few things here, and then come over to the house, please?” I asked.

“Sure, I will be there,” replied Celia.

I put things away, locked up, found a thin tube to hide the canes in, and went to the house. Celia arrived on time.

“I must shower first,” I said. “Would you like a drink, please?”

Celia said, “I don’t drink alcohol, but please, could I have a fruit juice?”

I kept freshly squeezed mango juice in the fridge and poured her some. Mangos were cheaper than ...