Samantha, who was thirty-eight, arrived at the school to watch her daughter, Lucy, who was seventeen, being caned by the headmistress, Mrs Hargreaves, for getting a double detention. Samantha was very annoyed with Lucy, not so much for having to watch her daughter being caned as that had happened a few times before, but because she had to give up going to a friend’s house for her Book Reading Club.
Samantha had been called to the school because parents were now expected to attend to watch their daughter being caned, and Lucy was going to get the full six strokes of the cane. That morning she only had one detention which would not have meant the cane at all, but it seemed that she was particularly rude to one of the teachers, which earned her the second detention and, given her record, the maximum number of cane strokes.
The reason given for parents to be called to the school to watch the headmistress caning their daughters was that it was supposed to be humiliating for the daughter. That was because caning was always on the bare bottom, so the girl’s knickers had to be removed, and her school dress lifted up and tucked into her belt, keeping it well above her waist as she bent over the caning bench.
Samantha walked into the school and went straight to the headmistress’s study, at least to the outer office where the school secretary, Miss Jones, was. As she walked in, Samantha saw her daughter sitting on a chair right next to the door to the headmistress’s study.
Miss Jones knew who Samantha was and said, “Hello, Mrs Sloane, please go and sit next to Lucy. Mrs Hargreaves will be ready soon. She is just caning one of the other girls.”
As Samantha went and sat next to her daughter, so she heard a thwack coming from inside the study, quickly followed by a loud yelp. Once she was seated, she heard three more thwacks and three more yelps. She then heard a very strict voice from inside, followed by the study door opening and the girl in school uniform coming outside, clutching her bottom, and tears were dribbling down her face. The girl was a classmate of Lucy’s, and she was followed by an older woman, who Lucy knew was her classmate’s mum. The schoolgirl went up to Miss Jones and said, “Four strokes, Miss.”
Miss Jones entered that number into her computer and then picked up an envelope and handed it to the girl, saying, “Here is your punishment form. Please bring it back first thing in the morning, signed, of course.”
The girl replied, “I will, Miss. Thank you, Miss.”
Samantha knew the meaning of the punishment form was that the girl would get a spanking from her mum when she got home. Of course, she knew that Lucy was going to get that letter as well, and she had every intention of giving her daughter a really hard spanking, not just because she had got the second detention, but because Lucy knew how she wanted to go to the Reading Club this afternoon, and getting the second detention ruined that for her. Well, as her day had been ruined, she knew that it was definitely right that her daughter’s day was ruined as well, albeit with a stinging bottom from her later on as well as from the cane from the headmistress now.
Miss Jones announced, “Right, Mrs Sloane and Lucy, please go in as the headmistress is ready for you.”
Samantha looked at her daughter as they both stood up, and Lucy was looking expectedly worried as she knocked on the door to the headmistress’s study, heard the instruction to enter, and opened the door. She walked through and Samantha followed her and then shut the door behind them. They then both walked up to stand in front of the headmistress’s desk.
Mrs Hargreaves looked up at Samantha and then at Lucy, and said, “Right, Lucy, a double detention gets you six strokes of the cane. Please remove your knickers and tuck your dress into your belt so it stays up above your waist and then bend over the caning bench, grab the far end, and make sure you stay there.”
It was nowhere near the first caning that Lucy had been given, and Samantha had had to watch most of them. It wasn’t that Lucy was particularly naughty, but was at times forgetful, or rude to a teacher, or late for school too often, or the like, and earned the cane. She wasn’t surprised as her daughter was so often naughty at home and needed to be spanked, which she certainly was even at seventeen, and there was no suggestion that would stop any time soon.
Lucy fully accepted that had to happen, as only after a spanking did she learn her lesson because of her intensely stinging bottom, which she knew was the best way to teach her and caused her mum the least stress from her bad behaviour.
Samantha now watched as her daughter lifted her dress up and then pushed her knickers down to the floor, stepping out of them, bending down and scooping them up, and then put them on the visitor’s chair. She then raised and tucked the hem of her dress into the belt so it would stay up above her waist, and then walked across to the caning bench, bent over and stretched and took hold of the far end, parting her legs, and waited. She knew her pussy hair mound would be seen by both the headmistress and her mum, but right then that was the least of her concerns. Nor was Lucy so worried that it was her bare bottom presented to the headmistress, and to her mum, because she was fairly sure that her knickers and even her dress would have given hardly any reduction in the amount of pain. If anything, it may well have meant the headmistress making each stroke more powerful.
Mrs Hargreaves said to Samantha, “I am sorry you have to see this again, Mrs Sloane, but as you know, it is felt more meaningful if you do, being the responsible adult in your daughter’s life. Just to remind you, please don’t make any comments, because, as you know, under the rules, if you do, I can insist on giving you the same punishment as your daughter.”
Samantha was very well aware of that, and replied, “Yes, Mrs Hargreaves, I know the rules and I will just stand here and watch.” Thinking she was being light-hearted, she then added after a few moments, whilst smiling, “I certainly don’t want the cane myself, do I?”
Mrs Hargreaves clearly didn’t see that as being funny, but then she had heard something like that several times before now. On the other hand, she had also caned several of the parents who asked her to cane lighter or to deduct strokes, but each time she made the parent bend over the caning bench and caned their bare bottoms. After all, she took the rule very seriously and not as a joking matter at any level.
Satisfied with the acceptance, albeit said in a joking manner, Mrs Sloane then went to the wall, lifted off the hook-ended senior cane, and positioned herself behind Lucy’s particularly inviting bare bottom. It wasn’t that Mrs Hargreaves saw this as anything other than her job, but she just told herself that every bare bottom bent over the caning bench was begging to be caned.
When Mrs Hargreaves was happy with her position, knowing that the end of the cane would bite into Lucy’s bottom rather than into the air beyond, she tapped the cane twice more on Lucy’s bottom and asked, “Are you ready, Lucy?”
Lucy was nervous, as she always was when about to be caned, and replied, “Yes, Miss.”
Mrs Hargreaves then focused solely on Lucy’s bare bottom, pulled her arm back, and brought the cane down hard with a swishing sound which was then followed by a loud thwack, and immediately after that heard the gasp coming from Lucy. The red welt developed as she pulled her arm back before bringing the cane down again on her waiting bare bottom and listened to Lucy’s second gasp.
Lucy knew the cane was going to hurt her, just as it always hurt her friends and classmates who had been caned. Without fail, they had all ended up with red tear-filled eyes, and most with tears staining their faces. She always noticed how she heard the swishing sound and the thwack, and then there was the momentary gap between that thwack and the pain cascading right across her bottom. She knew after having had two strokes of the cane she still hated it and never understood why she still misbehaved and earned the cane again and again, but she did, on purpose, normally.
She hated it even more as the third stroke bit into her bottom. As the fourth stroke landed, this time she yelped, and again with the fifth stroke, and by the time she had recovered from the sixth stroke, she knew that her eyes were full of tears and her bottom was stinging crazily.
After giving the six strokes, Mrs Hargreaves said, “Right, Lucy, you can get back up and put your knickers back on. You will have to report to Miss Jones, and she will be giving you the form.”
Mrs Hargreaves looked at Samantha and explained, “Just to remind you, Mrs Sloane, you are requested to give Lucy a very hard spanking when you get home, normally just before she goes to bed. The form should then be completed so that Lucy can hand it to Mrs Jones tomorrow morning.”
Samantha replied firmly, “Don’t worry, Mrs Hargreaves, my day has been spoiled by having to come here and watch you cane Lucy. So, when I give her a spanking this evening, it will certainly be because of me coming here, but also because of the way she has spoilt my day.”
Lucy was sobbing because of the pain, but she heard what was said and wanted to show how sorry she was and said, “I really am sorry, Mum.”
What Lucy didn’t say, was how she and some of her friends hated the stinging pain and didn’t enjoy the caning itself, but, afterwards, they would go to the toilet either at the school, if their mums weren’t watching them being caned, or as soon as possible once they got home, sit on the pan, and finger themselves to huge orgasms. They really didn’t understand why they enjoyed the pain, at least after they had been caned, but they did. Going home with a punishment form and being spanked by their mums wasn’t at all pleasant either, but was just the price they had to pay in order to get the cane. In fact, it was the price Lucy had paid several times.
As Lucy was now dressed again but still sniffing back tears, she knew that she had to say to the headmistress, “Thank you for caning me, Mrs Hargreaves.”
Mrs Hargreaves didn’t even smile as she looked at Lucy and said, “Off you go then, Lucy, and report to Miss Jones.”
Lucy led the way, opening the door to the headmistress’s study and holding it open for her mum, walked through and closed the door again, and then they both stood in front of Miss Jones’s desk, albeit with Lucy rubbing her stinging bottom.
Samantha heard Lucy say, “Six strokes, Miss Jones.”
Again, Miss Jones entered the tariff on the computer and then handed Lucy her punishment form.
Moments later, Samantha and Lucy were walking along the corridor towards the exit where the car was parked. Samantha didn’t say anything until they got into the car, when she turned to Lucy and grabbed hold of her ear, squeezing her ear lobe.
Lucy gasped but did not attempt to force her mum’s hand away because she knew that she used ear-pulling as a regular punishment at home.
Lucy hadn’t intended to make her mum miss the Reading Club meeting, and she knew that her mum was going to scold and punish her mercilessly for making her miss her meeting. Lucy had to admit that she had got it wrong because she had completely forgotten her mum told her before she got the second detention that she was going to be out. Had she remembered, she would’ve chosen next week to get the two detentions. So, knowing that this was her own fault, she could do nothing but accept that her mum was rightly annoyed with her.
Samantha kept a tight hold of her daughter’s ear, still squeezing the ear lobe between her thumb and forefinger, and said in a very angry tone, “Make no mistake, young lady, when we get home, you will do corner time, have supper, and then do more corner time. Then you will have your shower, and at seven o’clock I will give you such a thrashing, and then you will go to bed early. Is all of that understood?”
Lucy hated the pain of having her ear pulled and squeezed, pretty much as she had hated the pain of being caned, but it was a punishment that she accepted at home, and knew that it did mean that she would listen to whatever her mum was saying. She wanted to show respect to her mum of all people, and ear-pulling made her submissive in a way both her mum and she liked to happen, particularly if her mum pulled her ear in public, like in the shopping mall or when at a friend’s house. Her mum even did it at one of her own birthday parties as she led her out of the room, pulling her by her ear and Lucy was gasping, and said, “We’ll be back after I have given her very naughty bottom a hard spanking.”
One time, as her mum had clasped hold of her ear and was taking her out of the room to be spanked, one of her mum’s friends said she should give the spanking in the room so they could watch, and that was what happened.
That night, Lucy lay in bed thinking how humiliating it had been and fingered herself to a huge orgasm. Moments later, she heard erotic gasps coming from her mum’s bedroom and knew she got so turned on by giving her a spanking in front of others.
In fact, Lucy got turned on just by having her ear pulled. It was part of her submissive nature, and relished being humiliated by her mum. She wouldn’t take it so easily from anyone else, but as well as being turned on by it, she knew her mum got turned on by being the strict helicopter mum who demanded total obedience and was quick to discipline Lucy for even the slightest thing. Ear pulling was a favourite punishment followed by a spanking, which both mum and daughter got off on.
Samantha knew she got wet every time she pulled Lucy by her ear. The same went for Lucy, and they knew they were lucky to have each other who got turned on by the same thing, even luckier as Samantha loved pulling and squeezing her daughter’s ears and spanking her bare bottom and legs, and Lucy loved the humiliation of having her ears pulled and squeezed and her bare bottom and legs spanked really hard. At least, she enjoyed the stinging sensational pain afterwards.
As Samantha drove them home, she was thinking how her knickers were wet having watched the caning, and knew she was going to be far wetter by the time she sent Lucy to bed early after giving her the required spanking. In fact, she would have given Lucy the spanking even without the punishment form because she was so annoyed with her.
Lucy sat in the car with her bottom stinging from the cane but also thought about her stinging ear and squeezed her thighs wanting to increase her wetness because of the sensational pain.
Once parked in the driveway, Samantha told Lucy to stay in the car, and she got out, went and opened Lucy’s door, grabbed her by her other ear, and guided her out of the car, listening to her gasps of pain. Both were sure that some of the neighbours would be watching as they all knew that Lucy was regularly spanked and had her ears pulled and squeezed and could never resist watching. They always thought Lucy looked so sexy in her short-sleeved college dress and ankle socks even though she was seventeen, but as most had seen Samantha spank her bare bottom, they all knew her mum loved her, and she loved and respected her mum.
Once inside, Samantha ordered, “Go into the living room, get undressed, and then go and press your nose against the wall in the corner, until I release you.”
Lucy did as she was told and quickly unzipped her dress and slipped it down her body, catching her knickers on the way, bending down and picking them both up, folding them, and putting them neatly on the sofa. She then unclipped her bra and put that with her other clothes. Lastly, she bent down and took off her ankle socks, and put them with the other clothes.
Now naked and with her nose pressed firmly against the wall, her arms folded behind her back, and all she could see was the blank wall an inch from her eyes, she thought hard about having let her mum down so that she couldn’t go to the Reading Club. Of course, she knew that her mum could have made her wait to be spanked until after she got back from the meeting, but one of the things that they both knew was being spanked two hours after an earlier spanking or a caning hurt so much more than four or five hours afterwards. It was something they both agreed should happen, so when the second spanking would hurt the most, even Lucy because as much as she cried buckets and the stinging was so…
