Friday, 24 November 2023

Ayesha's story

By colombocaner@gmail.com

When Ayesha's parents came to Korea from Sri Lanka, she was about eight years old. Ayesha's mother worked as a senior chemist for a big company in Seoul. Her father used to work as an executive officer at a government bank in Sri Lanka. After coming to Korea, he started his own small business because he could find a suitable job. Because of that, her dad often went back and forth to Sri Lanka. Ayesha went to school in Korea. Thereafter, she was admitted to a technical school in Seoul and pursued a degree in computer software engineering.

When she was in her first year of university, her parents got divorced. According to her mom, the reason was that her father had another woman in Sri Lanka. Ayesha was not very close to her father. It was because her father was not in Korea for most of the time. When Father left for the last time, he asked Ayesha to accompany him back to Sri Lanka. Although there was no objection from her mother, Ayesha decided to stay in Korea at least until her graduation because she had studied in Korean since she was a child, and there was no suitable university in Sri Lanka for her to transfer to.

When she was younger, Ayesha went to a co-ed school. Because of that, she had many girls, boys, and friends. Koreans are very Westernized. It is not uncommon for women to drink alcohol among young people. Ayesha's mother was a very busy person who was very enthusiastic about the work in the company. She, however, was not very fond of Ayesha's behavior. When her father asked Ayesha to go to Sri Lanka with him, her mother did not object to it because she knew that she could not control Ayesha without her father. Even though Ayesha used to ask her mother for money since she was little, she was not afraid of her. Ayesha knows that if she slaps her mouth a little loudly, her mother will stop talking.

While at the university, Ayesha did a part-time job in an oven shop. The reason was to earn some extra cash to spend time with friends. After work, she would spend the evening with her friends and come home around two in the morning. Even though Ayesha had a separate key, every day her mother stayed awake until she returned. But she said nothing to Ayesha when she got back. Every day, her mother would keep Ayesha's food on the table, but she did not eat it. Ayesha did not like to eat the Sri Lankan food her mother made. Sometimes Ayesha heard her mother crying alone, but Ayesha did not ask why she was crying. She just thought that maybe it was because her father went with some other woman.

After a while, Mom started going out on weekends with a Korean chemist who worked with her. Ayesha had known about Uncle Won since her childhood. She had met him at the company parties where my mother worked. He was much older than her mom. His two children were still young. His wife had died about five years ago. He lived alone with his kids and a helper. Ayesha thought that her mother was having an affair with Uncle Won. Ayesha didn't see anything wrong with it because her mother was now alone. Ayesha thought that she would have more freedom if her mother married Uncle Won. Ayesha's father was a very entertaining and lively person. In contrast, Uncle Won talked very little and didn't smile much. Ayesha thought about how different they were from each other. While Ayesha's father was married and had a grownup child, he had another woman in Sri Lanka. Even though Uncle Won's wife had died, he did not remarry and was living with his kids. Ayesha was not going to debate about which one of them was right. Ayesha thought that she would find someone else if her future husband died before her. Ayesha thought she was like her father in that respect.

One Saturday, Ayesha woke up at around 11:30, and when she went downstairs, she heard a man in the living room talking to her mother. When she inquired, she learned that it was Uncle Won. He smiled wide at Ayesha and asked her to join them in the living room. That was the first day Ayesha saw Uncle Won smile. Ayesha noticed that her mother also looked happier than usual. Uncle Won, who kept talking about mundane things for a while, turned to Ayesha and asked if Ayesha had any reluctance for him and Ayesha's mother to get together. Ayesha looked at her mother before responding. Mom was avoiding her gaze and was looking at her hands without raising her head. Ayesha thought that Uncle Won was asking Ayesha's permission to marry her mother. Ayesha's chest started heaving like a boy, asking Ayesha if she wanted to marry him. Ayesha had already thought about this relationship, so she decided to say yes. "Yes, Uncle Won! That's good; I can be a bridesmaid," she joked with a smile. Ayesha saw that her mother was a little troubled when she said that. While Uncle Won did laugh out loud, Ayesha thought about what the meaning of that laugh was. Stopping his laugh abruptly, Uncle Von said, "We don't intend to marry." Ayesha was very surprised that her mother, who is usually a conservative person, was opting to live together with a man she is not married to. Ayesha knew that the young people of the upper classes in Korea lived together like that. However, Ayesha thought that middle-aged people in Korea are still conservative people with Asian traits. Ayesha took permission from Uncle Won and went to take a wash. Before that, Ayesha congratulated Uncle Won. Ayesha felt how strong Uncle Von's hand was when she shook his hand. Although the Koreans are a bit small in stature, those guys were physically very strong. A lot of self-defense fighting techniques are done as exercises by them. When she went to greet her mother, she got up, hugged Ayesha tightly, and kept hugging her for a while. Ayesha realized that her mother was crying. It's like Mom is apologizing to Ayesha. Ayesha felt sad for her mother like never before. Ayesha smiled and said, "I am very happy for you, Mother. I wish you all the best."

Ayesha did not go anywhere that night. Calls came from friends asking her to join them, but she refused, saying she was "not feeling good." Ayesha thought about the change in her life that was going to happen. She also thought of her father. Ayesha recalled that her parents were happy when they were living in Sri Lanka. Ayesha thought that her father later regretted that he had to leave his job at the bank when he came to Korea. Mother said that they decided to come to Korea for safety because of the bomb blasts in Colombo at that time. Ayesha was young at the time, so it didn't make much sense to her. Ayesha remembers that her father was very solemn in Sri Lanka. A mother's job in Korea is a big one. Mother had told Ayesha that her father did not get a suitable job in Korea, so he started doing a small business. She thought that the father's pride and his position in the family might have been affected because the mother was getting more money. Some time ago, Ayesha remembers that her father wanted to go back to Sri Lanka, so there were minor arguments. Even though they were arguing, mostly her father would say something loudly, and her mother would just cry without saying anything.

Around ten o'clock at night, her mother knocked on her door. "Ayesha, are you asleep?" Mom asked. Ayesha said, "No." Mom opened the door, came in, and sat on the side of the bed. It was the first day after a long while that mother came to Ayesha's room. "Why don't you keep this room in order?" asked the mother. Ayesha was angry but did not say anything. "You must be wondering why I'm going to move in with Won," Mom asked as if asking a question. Ayesha didn't say anything. "Won's family doesn't want him to marry until the kids are adults." "Won's late wife's property is now with Won." "His late wife's family doesn't want Won to get married because that will divide the property if we marry and divorce later." "They need to be 18 years old to give property to children." "Otherwise, the property will have to be returned to the late wife's brothers." Mother was looking at it while talking as if reading something written on it. Ayesha just listened and did not say anything.

"You might be wondering why I am going to move in with a man when I am the mother of such a big daughter," Mom said. "That's not a problem for me, Mom; it's good to have someone there because you are alone." Ayesha said, "I have heard you crying in the night." Mom patted Ayesha's head, saying, "Crazy girl." "I'm not crying because I'm alone." Ayesha: "I am crying because I am fed up with your behaviour and stubbornness". "You lost your father because we came here." "A person of your age should have someone to guide you and discipline you." Ayesha, who had hoped for more freedom if her mother got married, began to wonder if she would instead lose her existing freedom. Mom continued. "A man is the one who needs to keep discipline in a house." "You have seen Won's two children. "They are very obedient." "When he says something to them once, they obey," said the mother. Realizing that the mother was going into an arrangement with the objective of controlling her behavior and possibly with consequences if she did not obey, Ayesha felt like choking, and she did not understand whether it was due to fear or anger.

"Then you are looking for a husband to tame me," Ayesha asked angrily. "Ayesha, not to tame you; someone in the house should have control over a young girl like you." "When I was your age, I had my dad. I was so afraid of my dad." "No matter what I do with my mother, I will shut up as soon as my father says something." "Daddy loved me so much." "That's why he wouldn't let me go astray." "If you don't listen to what dad says, it's all over." "I started crying when my dad came to my room with a cane." "I would break down in tears the moment he came to my room with a switch in hand, close the door, and put the lock on it." "Dad did not talk much when punishing." "I was told to lie face down on the bed." " He would push a pillow under my waist. "With a pillow underneath me, my behind was raised for the  cane.""Dad used to beat me by raising the skirt up to my waist and pulling my pants to my knees." "If it was before bed, he'd pull down my pajama pants until they were a little below my knees." "It was the same ritual even when I was in my late teens." "He'd place the left hand on the small of my back and go on caning, being thoroughly on my bare behind."

My mother used to tell me that my father used to be awake all night on the days he punished me, telling my mom that he didn't know if I was still crying. My mom told him, "You should go and see." Father would always say that there was no point in the spanking if he'd console me later. Father thought that when I was given a thorough punishment when I erred, he would not have to hit him so  often."" Mom used to sneak into my room early in the morning, pull down my pants, and apply cold cream to my rear. That's when I woke up. I remember my mother seeing the cane welts on my buttocks and saying, "Oh, this girl's backside is skinned." And then they say that he beat you because he loved you. I know that very well. Even so, to get the sympathy of my mother, I am pretending to be sad.

Ayesha was sweating profusely while listening to her mother's too-detailed narration of her punishments. Why is she telling me about her punishments? Is she going to get me punished by Uncle Won? OMG, How embarrassing would that be? Ayesha is not unfamiliar with the cane. Because teachers were allowed to use canes in Korean schools and Ayesha was a mischievous child while in school, Ayesha was used to being caned on her behind frequently by teachers. It is common in Korea for both male and female teachers to frequently cane children for any offense, such as low marks, being late to school, disobedience, fighting, or talking to each other. It is a common occurrence during her school days to be summoned to the front of the class and to be told to place her hands on the writing board and to get your buttocks caned over the dress. Some teachers used to pull the dress from the side for the caning so that the skirt was tightened around the buttocks. Ayesha used to be embarrassed because the shape of her buttocks was visible to the teacher when the skirt was pulled from one side.

Many children accepted caning as a normal thing. Many of Ayesha's friends were caned at home too. Ayesha remembers well that one day when she went to a friend's place to study, her friend was taken to a room, stripped naked, and thoroughly caned by her friend's mother. That was because her friend was disrespectful to her mother in Ayesha's presence. After the caning, the friend came back to study but could not sit on her haunches. She was kneeling at a low table to make sure that she didn't have to sit on her buttocks.

However, those were her experiences when she was younger. Now, as a 21-year-old, it would be way more embarrassing to be beaten like a school child. Since it has been about four years since she left school, a cane has not touched her behind for several years. Ayesha, who now thinks she is an adult, cannot even imagine that someone is punishing her with a cane on her backside.

Mom, I have a headache," she said to get rid of her mom. So Mom went back. Although her head was not really hurting, Ayesha's felt like it was on fire. Ayesha felt heat burning all over her body. Ayesha, who had always wanted freedom since she was a child, now has the prospect of having to submit to Uncle Won's discipline. She is now certain that her mother has told Uncle Won about Ayesha's behavior and is moving with him purely to get her disciplined. It is a problem for Ayesha to follow Uncle Won's rules. More than that, she was worried about the consequences if she did not obey them. Ayesha's right hand involuntarily went to her buttocks as if to prevent it from being caned. Ayesha's chest started heaving. Ayesha felt very angry and afraid that her mother had decided to live with Uncle Won. Ayesha thought of talking to her; she could talk to her father and go back to Sri Lanka.

About two months later, Ayesha's mom moved to Uncle Von's house with Ayesha. Mother said that she appointed an agent to sell Ayesha's house. Ayesha was sad to leave the house she had been living in for a long time, but when her mother told her that the money from the sale of the house would be put into a trust in Ayesha's name, her sadness eased a little. Ayesha found a room on the top floor. In the next room was Uncle Von's 16-year-old daughter, Lisa. Ayesha wondered whether Lisa was a Korean name, but she didn't ask because Lisa didn't seem very friendly. In the other room is Uncle Won's 14-year-old son. He was called Junior. Ayesha thought that his name might be Won too. One thing that Ayesha liked was the food in that house. There was a woman named Lynn who wore an apron and a chef's hat to cook. She only cooked Korean food. Everything in the house was meticulous, just like in a showroom. She admired the beautiful chairs in the living room. There was a large photo of Uncle Won's deceased wife in the living room.

In the mornings, Lisa, Uncle Won's daughter, went to school with Junior. Uncle Won went to work with Ayesha's mother at about half past eight. Around nine, Ayesha would leave for the university. Ayesha came home around five in the evening because her mother told her to temporarily stop the job she did in the evenings. After that, Ayesha got used to listening to music or watching a movie in her room. Ayesha came downstairs for dinner. Eating was also done in a traditional Korean manner. It is a must for everyone to sit together at the dinner table. First, everyone gets soup. Then the other food. Unless Uncle Won asked a question, no one would talk. One couldn't leave the table without getting permission from Uncle Won. It seemed to Ayesha that the children were as afraid of Commander Von as the soldiers of the army. Ayesha had not seen such strict rules in the houses of her friends. Although they were afraid of their parents, they still laughed and joked with them. Some fathers talked a lot with everyone while eating. Mothers try to feed their children more.

One day, around ten o'clock in the night, Ayesha heard someone being beaten with a cane in a room. That made her jump out of bed. Uncle Won's voice was heard intermittently. Ayesha thought of coming out of the room and looking, but she was afraid to do so. After hearing the sound of a caning continuously for about fifteen minutes, it stopped at once. At the same time, there was the sound of a door opening and closing. Ayesha realized that he was punishing Lisa. Ayesha quickly jumped back into her bed and switched the lights off. The next day was a Saturday. Everyone had come for breakfast. No one talked about beating Lisa the previous night. Days passed like that.

All of Ayesha's fun activities had stopped. Because mom told her that she would get permission from Uncle Won to go with friends for at least two days a month, one day, Ayesha asked her mother if she could go to a friend's party on a Friday night. Mother said no to that. Ayesha was very angry. Ayesha, who had not gone out at night for two months after coming to this house, blamed her mother for not asking Uncle Won's permission. She told her mom that everything happened because of her, and she hated her. Ayesha did not go downstairs for dinner that night. Lin once knocked on the door of Ayesha's room and said that Uncle Won wanted Ayesha to come to the dinner table. But Ayesha did not go. Around midnight, Ayesha's room door was knocked again. Without opening the door, Ayesha said, "Tell them I'm not hungry." Just then, her uncle won, saying, Ayesha, come to the office now" in a stern tone." Ayesha was sweating profusely. It was Uncle Won who had knocked on the door, not Lin. Ayesha was worried as to why she was asked to come to the office room and not to the living room. Ayesha took off her pajamas, put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, and went downstairs. The office room was like an extension of the house, but it was very spacious. To get there, one had to come out of the main entrance door and walk along the corridor towards the parking lot. The office room was attached to Lin's room. When Ayesha went to the office room door, she realised that her mother was also inside the office room, and Ayesha's fear decreased a little. Knocking on the door of the office, she heard Uncle Vaughn asking her to come in. Ayesha went inside. Mother was sitting on a chair in front of Uncle Won's table. Uncle Won stood with folded hands and gazed out the window. "Close the door and come here," said Uncle Won, pointing to the left side of the table. Uncle Won did not invite Ayesha to sit. Ayesha was standing on the side of the table with her hands behind her back without realizing it, like a school kid who had been summoned to meet the principal after being caught doing something wrong.

Mom was looking at Ayesha as if to say, "It serves you right'. Uncle Won severely admonished Ayesha for scolding her mom and not being at the dinner table. Uncle Won spoke very slowly, pronouncing word by word. Ayesha thought that the way he spoke was very powerful. Ayesha's chest started pounding. Uncle Won stopped talking and looked at Ayesha like a painter looking at a painting that had gone wrong. Uncle Won, who started talking again, told Ayesha that it was forbidden to scold her mother in his house. Ayesha looked at her mother. Ayesha saw tears running down her mother's face. Mom quickly wiped her tears with her hands as if she realized that Ayesha was watching. "Every kid in this house has to follow the rules," said Uncle Won. Ayesha was afraid to talk to Uncle Won the way she spoke to her mother, even though she wanted to say, "I'm not a little kid anymore." When Uncle Won said, "Every child in this house will be punished if they do something wrong," Ayesha's whole body became stiff. Ayesha knew very well what Korean fathers meant by the word 'punishment.' The only punishment Ayesha has seen Korean fathers inflict was caning the buttocks of the children. Ayesha felt like a flame was coming out of her ears. This was the first time the thought of having to undergo a caning frightened her. Ayesha thought that they would forgive her without hitting her. This thought was confirmed because it was in Uncle Wong's office, and Lisa was beaten in her own room. Ayesha looked around to see if there was a cane. She was relieved because there was nothing. Uncle Won She turned to Ayesha's mother and said, "I'll see you later." Ayesha was happy that she had survived caning. Hence, she turned to leave the office with her mother.

"I'm not done with you yet," he said to her harshly. He said to Ayesha's mother in a softer tone, "Tell Lynn to get here now," while she was about to leave the office. Why do you ask the woman who cooks to come for this? Why is mom leaving me here? What's the meaning of saying it's not over with me yet? Ayesha's mind went through many questions that she did not know the answers to. Ayesha wanted to ask what he was going to do to her, but she remained silent as her mother was not in the room. As if to give one answer to all the questions in Ayesha's mind, Uncle Won went to a cupboard in the corner of the room, opened a long drawer under it, took out a cane, and closed the drawer.

Ayesha felt like something got stuck in her throat when she saw the cane. It was a longer cane than she was used to being caned while in school. Ayesha scolded herself for not going to dinner when she knew Uncle Won very well. Ayesha thought that when Uncle Von called, he wanted to say that he couldn't go because of the anger that came to his mind after scolding his mother. After seeing the cane, Ayesha realized that it was too late. Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Lin came in. Instead of the usual gown and apron, Lin was wearing something like a long-sleeved shirt over denim pants. Ayesha realized from the smell of the scent that he was putting on a wash after work.

Ayesha thought it would be better to apologize before this matter went any further. "Oh, Uncle Won! I'm sorry for not being there when you called. I didn't think you would cane me for it." "I won't make the same mistake again, Uncle Von; it's true." Ayesha held her hands in front of her and spoke very timidly. Uncle Von didn't say anything and seemed to be considering what Ayesha said. "Uncle Von! Forgive me because this is my first mistake." Ayesha said again, trying to push Uncle Won more towards forgiveness. Uncle Won, who had been silent for a while, sat down from his chair at the table, holding the cane in his hand, and was inspecting it as if to see if there were any cracks in it. After a few minutes of silence, he started talking. "Mom has told me the things you have done in the last six years." "Every day, mom used to cry, telling me about you." "Every time I wanted to come to your house and give you a good beating with a cane," "Had I brought your mother here earlier, I would have been compelled to cane you immediately." "Your behavior got worse after you went to university, didn't it?" he asked Ayesha. Ayesha had to decide whether to answer the question with "yes" or "no." "Isn't that so?" Uncle Von asked again. Ayesha blurted, "Yes." "After you came here, I thought that you changed because of the strict discipline I maintain in this house." "That's when you started scolding your mother again." "I asked you to come to the dinner table to warn you in front of others that you are not allowed to scold your mother hereafter." "To tell you that your mother is now my partner, and you are not allowed to treat my partner in that manner." "Not only did you not give me the opportunity, but you broke a major rule of this house by not coming to the dinner table." "I told you that no matter what the problems are, we should eat together at the dinner table." "If I don't cane you today, I won't be able to punish others if they do something wrong." "That's why it's useless to apologize now. "Even if you get angry with me for hitting you, it won't matter to me." "Because, regardless of how angry you are with me, I will cane you daily moving forward, even if it means doing so." "This is not revenge but a punishment." "That's why you have to recall the mistakes you made in the past while being caned." "Then you will benefit from the beating."

Even though she was frightened of the situation and her whole body was feeling hot as she had a fever, Ayesha's heart was touched when Uncle Von spoke like a university professor. It is now very clear to Ayesha that there is no way to escape the punishment. Ayesha thought that she was facing something that was bound to happen one day, considering the way she behaved. Ayesha thought that the argument of thinking about her mistake without hating the person who is caning her was a sensible one.

Uncle Won turned to Lin and said, "Okay then, let's get this over with." Just when Ayesha was wondering what Lin had to do with the caning, she approached Ayesha, grabbed the front of Ayesha's shorts, and tried to unbutton them. "Why? What?" asked Ayesha. Lin said that she had to remove Ayesha's pants. It then dawned on her that this would not be like the canings she received in school over the skirt. She realized she was going to be caned either on her pants or on the bare. The thought of exposing her naked buttocks made her blush. Ayesha thought that it was good that her mother was not in the room. It was because she would have felt very embarrassed if she had to take off his pants in front of his mother. Ayesha thought it was better to get over the caning soon without resisting, and it would not be so bad to take off her pants in front of the guy because Uncle Won was a very mature man of fifty years, and Lin was even older and a woman. "Okay, I'll take it off," Ayesha said to Lin.

She had to blush again when Lin said, "You are not a kid; you are old enough to be caned on bare flesh, so both shorts and pants had to come off." Ayesha looked at Uncle Won as if to plead with him to save her from the embarrassment. He was looking the other way, holding the cane, and was not willing to come to her rescue.

While Ayesha had heard of stories of her friends getting caned on the bare by their parents when they were in their teens, she had never thought she would have to undergo one day as she is technically an adult. Ayesha's friends who have had canings on their bare buttocks used to confide with Ayesha that getting caned on the bare is more painful because the flesh is not held together in the pants and would move freely when the cane hits the naked flesh, making the buttocks dance violently at each stroke.

Ayesha unbuttoned the pants and took both the pair of shorts and the panty off at the same time. "Fold both of them and place them on the chair in that corner," Lin pointed to, which was in the far corner of the room. She was wondering why she had to walk all the way to the corner wearing only a t-shirt while Uncle Won and Lin would see her buttocks dancing while walking. Had Lin told her where to put the clothes before she removed them, she could have walked up to the corner and removed them there. She looked pleadingly at Lin, but Lin was giving her a no-nonsense look. She realized at that point that she had no other option than to comply. Ayesha put the panty in the pocket of her pants and turned to go to the chair as soon as she folded her pants. Ayesha felt embarrassed that Uncle Won and Lin could see her bare buttocks when she went to the chair behind Uncle Won. She realized Lin was trying to shame her by making her parade with her naked buttocks as part of the punishment.

Ayesha is usually taller than average Koreans. Despite the fact that he had a slim build and moderately proportioned thighs, she had a relatively large butt. While going to school, when a particular male teacher would beat Ayesha and several other children for the same offense, that teacher always gave Ayesha one additional stroke. Ayesha's friends jokingly said that "she gets hit more times because her buttocks are way bigger than others, and there is more room to be caned.

She started walking towards the chair, trying to cover her behind with her free hand. When Ayesha was returning after leaving her pants on the corner chair, Lin smiled when she saw her coming with her hand in front of her, covering her private area. She realized that she had no option other than to suffer this humiliation. She made up her mind to suffer because this was the result of her own mistakes.

Lin took her to a table in the middle of the room. The table was in the room, where there was plenty of space. Lin came from the other side of the small table, stood in the middle, and told her to bend over and hug her. After hugging like that, Lin pulled Ayesha to bend across the table and move back a little. When Lin pulled Ayesha towards her, only Ayesha's toes hit the ground. Lin put her hands behind Ayesha's back, lifted the t-shirt, and fastened it to the bra strap. Just then, Uncle Won got up and came to the table with his cane. Now Ayesha is without any covering from the middle of her back. Uncle Von went behind Ayesha, and a slight feeling of naughtiness came to her mind after being displayed naked for the first time in her life in front of a man.

When she was thinking that it was wrong to have such a thought about my mother's partner, a sharp pain came as if a knife were used to cut the buttocks. The pain went all over her body, like tingling from the buttocks to the back. She turned towards Uncle Won, and what she saw was Uncle Won holding a 4-foot cane over his shoulder. She quickly turned the other way. Before she expected it, Uncle Von gave another hard cut across Ayesha's buttocks. At once, Lin was also pushed back when the cane hit Ayesha with force. Lin then tightened and hugged Ayesha and controlled her struggle. As Lin is shorter than Ayesha, when she bent down a little to hug Ayesha, Ayesha realized that her buttocks were bent right at the edge of the table and stretched well. As soon as Lin grabbed Ayesha, Uncle Von hit Ayesha's buttocks with the cane again to make it hurt more than before. Ayesha wondered if Uncle Won was similar to that teacher in the school who would cane Ayesha's buttocks more often because they were bigger than the average Korean woman's buttocks. Also, it was clear that Uncle Wong's cane cuts hurt way more than the usual cane cuts given in school. It was mostly because Uncle Won was using a longer cane than what she used to be caned with in school, and unlike her teacher, Uncle Won was stretching the caning hand way back over his shoulders, giving it a way longer swing. Also, this is the first time a cane has hit her naked flesh. When she was spanked in school, her buttocks were held together because of her panties, but now that she is not wearing panties, her buttocks are freely wriggling when the cane hits. Just then, Uncle Won hit Ayesha's buttocks with more force, causing her to hurt a lot. With the intense pain Uncle Won is subjecting her to, she started crying loudly like a little child. Ayesha couldn't remember a day when she cried like that. Without saying anything, Uncle Won kept on caning Ayesha's buttocks over and over again. Standing on Ayesha's left side, the cane that Uncle Won was hitting not only hit the front of the two buttocks, but the front corner of the cane wrapped around the right buttock and hit the side of the buttock.

He realized that Uncle Von would hit Ayesha harder than he would a child to hurt someone who was twenty-one years old. What's more, Ayesha realized that she thought she was an adult when she was beaten by Uncle Won on both naked buttocks with a cane, which turned her into a crying child. Uncle Won, who spanked Ayesha's buttocks with a cane without stopping for a good twenty minutes, stopped by saying, "That's enough." He told Lyn to retain her for some time without letting her touch her behind. Then Uncle Von gave the cane to Lin and left the room.

Lin let go of Ayesha and told her to stand on the edge of the wall in front of her without touching her buttocks. Ayesha decided that it would be better to obey because Lin had the cane in her hand, no matter how much she wanted to touch her buttocks, which were burning like they were in a hot oven. Lin ordered Ayesha to stand by the wall and keep her hands above her head. Ayesha remembered Lin's smile when she put her pants on the chair. Ayesha is now very sure that this woman wants to see my buttocks. Ayesha thought that Lynn might be staring at her nakedness because her T-shirt was still stuck in her bra. Ayesha turned her neck and looked at Lin as if to clear her doubts. Lin came to Ayesha and started hitting Ayesha's buttocks with the cane in her hand. Ayesha started crying again. Lin hit Ayesha harder than Uncle Won. "Please stop, Lin; I can't take anymore," Ayesha pleaded. Lin hit Ayesha's buttocks about ten times to hurt her badly, and she asked Ayesha to leave. Ayesha realized that Lin kept her to get a chance to beat her without the knowledge of Uncle Won. Making her leave as soon as she got the chance to hit her proved that she was not allowed to punish but made use of the opportunity to get Ayesha to fear her. When Ayesha tried to go to the back of the room to retrieve her shorts, Lin raised the cane again and shouted, "I told you to leave." That was when Lin made Ayesha, a 20-year-old adult woman, run to her room without any clothing below her waist and with a well-caned behind. As she was leaving, she said, "It will be good for you if you remember the way you were beaten up today and try to obey the rules." Ayesha was lucky, as it was past midnight, and there was no one in the hall or in the living room to see her getting back to her room in that form.

When Ayesha came to her room, her mother was there. Her mother's seeing her naked in any other situation would have been embarrassing. But today, she was just a child, well-caned and humble. The mother hugged Ayesha and cried. Mother gently stroked her hot buttocks and asked her if it hurt. Ayesha only said, "Yes." "OK, lie on the bed on your tummy," she said. "She did as she was told and did not bother that her well-caned behind was in the air and in full view of her mom. Ayesha, who used to dominate and humiliate her mom without any repercussions, is now lying naked face down on her bed, totally humbled and well-tamed. Mother took a bottle of cream and applied the cream to Ayesha's buttocks. "I'm sorry, Ayesha, that you had to be beaten so much." "When you said you couldn't come to eat, Won told me that he was going to strip you and give you a good whipping." "Knowing that a good whipping is the only way to put you on the correct path, I said it was fine." “Won loves you so much." "For years now, he has been asking why I was letting such a beautiful child spoil." "He had told me over the years to assert myself and start caning you. "Several times, he brought me canes to hit you with." "How can I start caning you when you don't even listen to me?" "I was worried with your pride that if I strip and cane you, you would commit suicide." So I said no." Then he said to let you live with him for a few months, and he would tame you with a few good canings on the bare, so when you came back home, I could control you with the cane." "Anyways, finally, we decided I would move in with him for your sake." "Just to discipline you and guide you."

Ayesha felt sorry for her mother because of how much she had tried to get her on the right path. She also realized how much and for how long she may have been worried about her. She felt an immense love for her mom, unlike she had felt before. She blurted out, "Mom, you can cane me whenever you want, mom." Ayesha started to cry, saying, "I realized today that no matter how much I was beaten, it was not enough for all the bad things I have told you." "Oh, Ayesha, you are not a child anymore." You are a grown woman. I am feeble now." "I won't be able to cane you hard enough to make it painful." I will tell Won and Lin to cane  you.""They cane hard." Ayesha realized that Lin is also allowed to hit the children in this house, and Lin caning her today was not done on the sly. Ayesha realized that she would now be regularly caned after being punishment-free for years. Ayesha thought that it would have been better had mom caned her when she was a teenager when Uncle Won had told her to do so. That would have saved Ayesha from harsher canings from Uncle Won and Lin. Ayesha quickly fell asleep due to the tiredness of the beating. Mom also slept with Ayesha that night.

During the whole time there, Lin must have caned Ayesha so frequently that she lost count of the number of times. Lynn doesn't wait to cane Ayesha until she has the time or until Ayesha finishes whatever she is doing like Uncle Von used to do sometimes. Lin believed in instant punishment. When he sees something wrong, Lin will tell Ayesha or Lisa to fetch a cane. Both Ayesha and Lisa were well accustomed to handing over the cane to Lynn, taking off their panties, folding it, putting it on a chair, going to the nearest wall, and lifting the skirt or gown up to her armpits. If they're wearing pants, they'd take the pants off and go face a wall and lift the top as high as they could. Lin would vigorously cane their behinds about ten or twelve times. Ayesha knows from experience that although Lin gave a lesser number of cuts, her cuts were way more painful than Uncle Von's. The other difference in caning styles between Uncle Von and Lin was that during a caning, Uncle Von would only talk about the mistake she was punished for, while Lin would sometimes try to have a casual conversation while caning her. Although, while suffering from immense pain in her beaten behind, sometimes she would end up giggling and answering casual questions of Lin. The mannerisms of both Uncle Won and Lin showed they had no ill will in punishing her but were doing it as it was required for the well-being of Ayesha.

And so is Lin's love for Ayesha. Whenever she thinks Ayesha is hungry, she cooks something. Ayesha stays up late studying because she needs coffee.

Ayesha lived at Uncle Won's house until she finished university and went to work in Busan. When Ayesha left, she was twenty years old, and Uncle Von had to cane her several more times. About two months after the beating in the office room, one day, she was caught drinking wine secretly with his friends. That time, Uncle Von came to her room with a long cane and ordered her to take off all her clothes and beat her until the cane broke. Ayesha agreed to accept the punishment from Uncle Von when asked if she should admit her mistake or ask Lin to come. No matter how much Uncle Won caned Ayesha, Ayesha did not take her hands off the table until the beating was over. After that, Lin never had to come when Uncle Von was caning Ayesha.

Her mother, too, gradually began caning Ayesha for minor mistakes. It happened mostly because of Ayesha's persistent demand that she be caned by her too. It had more to do with Ayesha's guilt for ill-treating her mom for years. The first time it happened, her mother was scolding Ayesha for not keeping the room in order. When Ayesha came home after her classes at the university, her mother blamed her for making the room dirty. When she came out of the bathroom after taking the wash, her mother had come to the room with a cane. The mother ordered Ayesha to drop the towel and lie down on the bed. Ayesha had no other clothes except the towel. Ayesha took off the towel, put it on the clothes rack, tied her hair up, and lay on the bed face with her hands away from the buttocks. Then my mother told her to take a pillow and keep it under her groin. Ayesha remembered that her mother was going to beat Ayesha the way her father had beaten her when she was young. Ayesha felt ashamed and also happy at the same time when she thought that it was the mother whom she used to scold and humiliate, and now the tables have turned so that the mother is making her lie down on the bed naked and is about to thrash her naked buttocks. Ayesha was happy that her mother was now able to punish her the way she had deserved to be punished since childhood. She stretched her hands forward, holding the bedhead to keep them from interfering with the intended target of the cane. Though the caning was not as severe as the ones administered by Uncle Von or Lin, as she caned her buttocks with 20 or so strokes, it was very painful and made her cry a lot. Thereafter, she was made to clean the room, still in the nude, while Mom kept hitting her buttocks to make her hurry. During the 20 or so minutes Ayesha took to clean the room, she had another 20 or so very painful strokes across her buttocks. The mother was careful to make sure the cuts only landed on her buttocks, as cane welts elsewhere would have made it difficult for Ayesha to wear the type of clothes she used to wear to the university. Ayesha, too, stopped moving when she realized mom was going to give her a cut and turned her buttocks towards her so mom could hit right across both buttocks. Ayesha wanted the mother to feel she now had Ayesha under her control. Each time Cane hit her, she was thinking of the times she disrespected her mother. She was following the advice Uncle Won gave her before her very first caning to think of her faults and why she deserved it while being caned. After the caning, she gave her mom a tight hug and thanked her for starting to cane her. When she was about to leave the room, she jokingly asked her, "Are you coming back to apply cold cream?" Mother turned back and raised the cane to Ayesha, who was naked, saying, "I will give you cream from this." Ayesha laughed and jumped on the bed. After that first caning, Ayesha's mother had to cane her multiple times for various infractions.


Mother often came to Busan to see Ayesha. On her very first visit, Ayesha forgot to clean her house before she arrived. Mother scolded Ayesha for it. Mom ended up saying that a cane should be kept in the house to be used when Ayesha needed to be punished. Accepting her mistake, Ayesha wanted to offer to go to the shop and buy a cane. But she was too tired to do that, as she had just returned from work. Also, she thought, as there was no cane, she could avoid the punishment, although she knew she deserved it. Within a few minutes, Mom managed to find a thick electric wire about 2 feet long from somewhere and started swishing it in the air to test it. It sent shivers down her spine, as she thought she would get seriously hurt by being beaten by that swishy and thick electric wire. She knew that Mom would insist on hitting her naked buttocks with that wire. If beaten with that, it would hurt like hell, and the welts would not go away for months. Her hands went to her buttocks, clutching them in both hands as if to assess whether her buttocks could undergo that kind of torture. It dawned on her that she had to act fast before the shops closed and find a cane. She gathered her car keys and ran out of the house before Mom could stop her.

It took Ayesha some time to find a shop that was selling canes. The shop was about to be closed. After pleading for a few minutes with the shop owner, Ayesha found the rack with canes and tried to choose one. Ayesha felt that this was the first time she was buying a cane with which she would be caned on her own buttocks. No matter how many canes had been used on her since the day she went to Uncle Von's house, they were all bought by someone else. Ayesha chose a thin but long cane because it would be easy for her mother to handle. Ayesha found it ironic and funny at the same time that for the first time in her life, at the age of twenty-six, she had to buy a cane to get her own buttocks beaten with. The middle-aged man at the shop counter asked, "Why do you need a cane in a hurry?" Ayesha couldn't help but say, "Mom told me to bring one." "Who is going to get caned today?" the man asked while wrapping the cane in paper. Ayesha regretted not saying it was to be used on her son or something. Ayesha just blushed. Seeing that, the man, avoiding looking at Ayesha, handed the wrapped cane to Ayesha, saying, "Mothers punish for the love they have for their daughters, ma'am." "You are lucky to have a mother who loves you enough to continue to cane you at your age." Ayesha nodded and quickly came out of the shop.

When she got back home, she saw the electric wire cleaned and kept it on the table. When mom saw her with a cane, she said, "Oh, you got a cane?" as if she were now unhappy to have a cane. Ayesha started wondering whether the mom preferred to use that evil-looking wire on her than a relatively safer cane. She got the answer to that immediately. Mom said, "All these years, I couldn't teach you to keep a neat place, and when I saw that wire, I thought it was perfect to give you a thorough thrashing you are unlikely to ever forget." "Anyway, as you went all the way and got a cane, I will use the cane." But let's do it after having some dinner." Ayesha took the cane to her room, sat on the bed, and breathed a sigh of relief. She almost kissed the cane, as she had never been happier to see a cane before.

That night, Mom cooked dinner with Ayesha, and they talked for a long time. "Where's the cane?" asked the mother when they were washing the dishes. "It's in my room," said Ayesha. "Then go take a wash; I'll finish this and be there soon," said the mother. When Ayesha finished taking a wash, Mother was still busy in the kitchen, so she asked loudly, "Hey mom, are you coming?" Ayesha knew that sometimes her mother would come to beat her after she took the wash, leaving her to wear the wet towel for a while. Ayesha knows that mom is late like that to make her be in her wet towel longer. That's because when she is wearing the wet towel, the buttocks become supple. Ayesha blushed a little, thinking that her mother was using her technical knowledge to make sure the caning hurt her more. Ayesha continued to keep the towel on because she said, "I will come."

The mother made her remove the towel and lie on her stomach on the bed. As she only had the towel on, she is now fully naked. She was made to fold the towel several times over and place it under her groin. Mom then started caning her very hard. Ayesha was determined to keep her hands under the pillow and not try to cover her buttocks. However, Ayesha could not help rolling sideways because of the immense pain her mom was inflicting. Mom would take her time and wait until Ayesha stopped rolling and then hit hard on her buttocks. Because of this, there were gaps of a minute or so between strokes. In between strokes, mom was lecturing her about the importance of learning to keep the house clean as a young woman. Ayesha felt as if she had been caned for more than half an hour, and she thought she had been given more than 50 strokes. "OK, now, Ayesha, go to sleep." "I hope you learned your lesson." "I wish I could have used that wire on you to drive the message down to you," "but let's hope this will do the trick." Later, when Mom left the room, she inspected her behind the mirror. She could count 22 angry welts all across the buttocks, spreading from one side to the other. She dreaded the thought of how close she was to being severely thrashed with that evil-looking wire.

The severity of the caning that day reminded Ayesha of the caning that Lin had given her for the first time. Ayesha realized that mom has learned to cane hard and make sure the caning is really very painful to her. When Mother went back home, she said, "Keep that cane and the wire in a safe place; I might need them again to use on you." While Ayesha felt a bit embarrassed, she felt happy that not only did her mother listened to her and learned to cane hard and she had now been caning her regularly. She felt that Mom had also acquired the skill to embarrass her about the punishments. Ayesha kept the cane and the wire underneath her mattress so no one coming to her house would see them.

After that, each time her mother came to Busan, she made it a point to check whether the wire and the cane were kept safe. Ayesha also ended up being caned several more times when her mother visited her. The mother also got Ayesha to buy a thicker and longer cane using her own money. The mother was of the opinion that, as Ayesha is a grownup, she should be punished with a cane suitable for an adult. Each time she was beaten in Busan, mon reminded Ayesha that she was being beaten with a cane she herself paid for. Although the mother knew the wire was also there, Ayesha managed not to make any mistakes that would deserve the use of it. She spent hours cleaning the house every time before the mother arrived for fear of being thrashed with the wire. Ayesha and the mother often laughed about it, talking about how the result her mother intended by wanting to thrash her with the wire was met without having Ayesha suffer from being beaten with it. Ayesha often wondered why she could not control her words or deeds to avoid the canings too. She was never successful in that, and by the time she realized she had made a mistake, she was already either lying on her tummy with her back in the air or crying like a baby because of the pain of the caning.

Ayesha learned to keep her apartment clean all the time due to another incident. That happened because one day, Mom made her a surprise visit. Her plan of cleaning before Mom came to visit didn't work this time. That day, Mom was very disappointed with Ayesha. She said there was no point in punishing her, as she was not going to learn the importance of a young girl keeping the house neat. Ayesha quickly started cleaning the apartment. She expected her mother to come with the cane and punish her while she was cleaning, as she had done before. Had she come with the cane, Ayesha was planning to get back to the room and strip for the caning and return to the cleaning. This time, however, Mother didn't do that. Ayesha realized how much she had hurt her mother's feelings. She didn't know how to mend her heart. After cleaning, she cooked, and both of them ate without much talking. As her mother was to leave the following day, Ayesha could not think of a way to make her mother feel normal. When she was having a shower before bed, she remembered the electric wire that she had under her bed. She finished her shower and took out the wire. She thought of taking it to Mom and asking her to punish her with it. But the thought of extreme pain and longer-lasting welts came to her mind. She put it back under her bed and went to sleep. For an hour or so, she could not fall asleep. She got back up and thought that however painful it would be, whatever the consequences to the skin of her behind were, she was not going to send her mother back with her disappointment. She took the wire out, removed her night pajamas, wrapped the wet towel back around her, and walked to the room where Mom was sleeping. She woke her mom up and said, "Mom, this is the only way you could make me clean the house every day." Mom said it was okay and there was no need to undergo a punishment this late at night. She said she would use it if she caught her again with her house uncleaned. Ayesha, however, insisted that Mom punish her then and there and punish her hard. She removed her towel, placed her hands on the wall, and waited. Realizing that Ayesha was not giving up and that it was past her bedtime, Mom picked up the wire and reluctantly hit her bare buttocks with it. Although her mother stopped slashing her behind after six mild strokes, Ayesha didn't move a bit and said to her mom, "I will not leave this position until and unless you punish me properly and punish me the way you used to hit me in my previous canings." " Also, if you want me to go to sleep and go to work tomorrow, you better do a proper job with it." I know how hard you cane, and I won't leave this place until I am satisfied that you punished me as hard as you could." That day, Ayesha was thoroughly caned with that thick, swishy electric wire. Although the caning was way more painful than being caned with a normal cane, Ayesha didn't flinch, thinking the mom would slow down. That day, her mother had to cane her until Ayesha decided it was enough for what she had done. Although the mother stopped several times during the caning and said she was going to stop because Ayesha was bleeding from a few spots. Ayesha disregarded all that and didn't move until she was given at least 50 very hard cuts, making it the hardest and longest punishment she received from her mom.

Thereafter, Ayesha cleaned her apartment every day. The mother, who surprised her a few times more, also realized that the last punishment with the electric wire had the desired result. Ayesha knew that she had changed her ways not because of the severity of the caning she got but because she didn't want to disappoint her mother again. The only benefit for Ayesha was that her mother didn't leave her home that day disappointed with her. The downside was that she had to sleep on her tummy for over 3 weeks, and the angry welts left across Ayesha's buttocks remained for over 4 months before they completely disappeared.

Caning was not limited to Busan. Uncle Von never hesitated to come to Ayesha's room, strip her naked, and beat her with a cane, even though she was about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old when she came home on vacation. In fact, there have been instances where a 3-week vacation would also earn her at least three good canings, sometimes one each from Uncle Von, Lin, and her mom. As she was in her late twenties, there were many instances where she would lose her temper or snap at someone, and as a result, a few minutes later, she had her buttocks exposed and dancing to an angry cane to pay for the sin.

However, Uncle Von's sternness was not thereafter Ayesha graduated and was employed. At that time, Uncle Von treated Ayesha like a friend. However, when Uncle Von decides to punish her for a fault, he will, in a loving voice, instruct Ayesha to fetch a cane to be beaten. His tone would be like politely asking her to get him a cup of tea.

Ayesha would go to the cupboard where the canes were stored, pick the cane she thought was Uncle Von's favorite, and she would get to her own room. Sometimes she took more than one cane to the room, giving Uncle a choice, or when she knew she had made a major blunder and Uncle Von would want to use two canes held together. She would take off her clothes and sit on the bed with her bra and pants. When Uncle Von comes into the room and asks, "Are you ready, Ayesha?" she will obediently go face the table and stand two feet away from the table, take off her panties, bend forward, and place her hands flat on the table. Most often, Uncle Von would lecture her in his soft voice for a few minutes while mildly tapping the center of her buttocks with the cane. This always reminded her of her first caning in the office of Uncle Von. After the lecture, Uncle Von would then proceed to cane Ayesha's buttocks with a cane until she cried like a child. A few times when she was punished for severe offenses, Uncle Von would make her remove the bra, gold chain, wristwatch, and jewelry as well, and cane her totally nude. In such cases, Uncle Won would cane her with two canes held together, which Ayesha found unbearable. Ayesha learned that Uncle Von is an expert at making her suffer additional humiliation to drive home the punishment.

When the beating was over, he gave Ayesha a hug and said, "Don't make those mistakes again." He then shakes his head and says, "Good night." Ayesha, too, would say "good night, uncle" and sometimes thanked Uncle Von for taking the trouble to punish her. After a caning, sometimes she would fall asleep while lying on the bed naked because of the pain. Mother would sometimes come at night and apply cream to the buttocks.

Ayesha didn't know whether her other friends were caned regularly into their late twenties. She was too embarrassed to discuss it. She had, however, often wondered, while she was blessed with a more prominent pair of buttocks than an average Korean, whether her buttocks were caned more times in her life than an average Korean girl.

Ayesha continued to have a great bond with her mother, Uncle Von, and Lin throughout their lives. No matter how many times she had to endure Lin's canings, it was Lin who would make a meal whenever she felt Ayesha was hungry. Lin spent many sleepless nights if Ayesha was up studying constantly while making her coffee. Ayesha knows very well that even though she was not beaten when she was with her father, she never received as much love as from these three.

 

162 comments:

  1. Very nice story. Hope it's real

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  2. One of the greatest story ever had. Pls post more stories like this , the story peaked at , Ayesha ask canning by her mother on electric wire.

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  3. I think Ayesha was abused as the canings were horrific and cruel for a young girl.

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  4. Excellent story and Ayesha was certainly "kept in line", but I felt her canings were too much for a young girl.
    I totally agree with ignoring modesty and making young girls bare their bums and show their charms but I feel, perhaps, that 6 strokes of a cane at any time should be sufficient although inflicted "legs-up" may add to the shame.

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    1. Nothing wrong with a bare bum caning with knickers, shorts or skirt off. Always get the girl or boy to put their feet 18-24 inches apart to relax their buttocks so the cane meets intensioned flesh & therefore imparts the greatest sting. I had numerous such canings between 13 and 18 years old always well deserved!

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    2. I agree, Jenny. I had all manner of canings.
      Once for really bad behaviour in front of relatives I was given one "in the nude" in front of my Aunt, Uncle and cousin, David! I was 17 at the time.
      They assembled in the dining room and I stripped in my bedroom, put on my dressing gown and went to the dining room.
      I was lectured and then had to disrobe.
      I think my Uncle & cousin were "moved" seeing my nice boobs which were 32c and my bubble butt of a bum!
      I had little pubic hair and so my curly lips were very noticeable. 4 with the junior cane had me yelping before a final 2 with the senior rattan made me scream.
      The episode certainly improved my behaviour in the future.

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    3. My sister and I were never expected to reveal our girlie charms but were sent to our bedroom to take our jeans or dress off together with our knickers. Then from the hook on the back of the bedroom door take one of the 2 punishment thongs that lived there with the cane.
      Once on it was down to the kitchen taking the cane with you.
      Believe me, the thong didn't protect our bums at all and, in fact, tended to cut into your pussy! 6 or even 9 strokes were usual.

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  5. I agree. I had a very strict upbringing and early on I was hand punished in my knickers, then a few years following that my knickers were pulled up between my cheeks. Later it was the belt, but when I became a teenager at 13 it was knickers down or off for the rattan cane. Usually 4 but on several ocassions 6. I remember once, at 15, I had a "legs-up" and that was so shocking for a young girl. I believed my coochie was private and I was devastated to have it and my tiny arsehole blatently on display as I had no covering of pubic hair.
    But, I think it did me no lasting harm and formed me into a responsible adult.

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  6. I tend to agree that Ayesha's punishments were excessive for a young girl. Just like Joanne both myself & my brother had a strict upbringing but, unlike her, we got the cane from very early days and always on the bare arse!
    Modesty was unheard of and family members or friends who were in the house at the time were welcome to watch.
    I think that I first saw my brothers little penis when we were caned following being caught naked in our paddling pool in the garden.
    It was in our pre-teen years so he didn't have a noticeable erection and neither were my boobs developed, or my 'slit' very noticeable. But 6 with the junior rattan had us both howling.
    Later, things were very different when he would have a wonderful erection and I hardening nipples and a bulging and damp pubis. In our late teens we would always 'comfort' one another after a punishment and so had no secrets!
    But the regime did us no lasting harm, although uncomfortable at the time. Inadvertantly it taught us about sexual feelings and stood us in good stead for later life.

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  7. Wow, Brigette, that must have been soooo embarrassing for well developed teenager girls. I think I would have died! Any idea what happened to the boys or did they escape punishment?

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  8. Yes, the boys were brothers and Scottish and their parents strict disciplinarians. They were known to our parents so their parents soon had the story!
    That evening the lads were in their Father's study and made to take off their jeans and briefs. Over the desk they each got 20 lashes of the 2 tailed Scottish Tawse as their Mother held their arms from the other side of the desk.
    We met up in private a week later and they showed us their bum cheeks and they were blue and covered in raised welts. However they seemed to enjoy our touching them by how they responded.
    We were rather excited by their reaction, a massive erection.
    As always one thing led to another and each of us was well satisfied by the end of the afternoon!

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  9. Brigette, am I right thinking you were VERY naughty?
    Certainly very inviting to be if confronted by an erect penis. The tawse sounds quite frightening by the damage you described.

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  10. Well, let me say that we 'satisfied' the lads! Bit messy but quite tasty too!

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  11. I wish my parents had never found Lanka Caning as during the last 3 few months things have changed drastically at home. I was at home alone one Saturday morning and answered the door to a delivery man. It was a thin cardboard box about 1 metre long with Amazon labels and I thought nothing more of it.
    When my parents returned I gave them the parcel and they seemed pleased. Mum opened it and to my horror drew out a long yellow rattan cane with a curved handle. She told me her and Dad had been increasingly concerned about my behaviour and failure to obey curfew times and that in future I would be corporally punished.
    I was speechless!
    Although I tried hard to comply with rules and be polite etc I inevitably failed and within weeks I had my first caning. Mum and Dad were present and I was told to remove my jeans AND panties and bend over the back of the sofa in the lounge. I was shocked but was told that the 4 strokes proposed would be 6 if I did not comply immediately.
    I had never shown my "privates" to anyone before and was SO embarrassed. But worse was to come as Dad tapped my legs apart as I bent over the settee!
    The 1st stroke made me jump up, but the threat of extra made me stay down for the remaining 3. Feeling my cheeks, they were ridged, swollen and aching and I ran to my bedroom in tears. I was sore for over a week.
    That was my first experience of the cane but not the last.

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    1. Love your post, Leila. Yes, quite a shock for a young girl.
      My introduction to CP wasn't much different.
      I had a very sheltered upbringing and I suppose was quite
      careless in many ways.
      In my mid teens I was sent to a "finishing school for young ladies" as a Boarder to "ready me for life" which it certainly did. They had a strict uniform with a blue full pleated skirt, white long sleeved blouse, black stockings and black shiny leather shoes. Your bra, suspender belt & panties were white.
      We all looked extremely smart and tended to flaunt our figures, maybe even padding our bras a little and shortening our skirts.
      However, discipline was strict and the cane often used but only by the Headmistress in her office.
      I had never been caned and never realised that spot cheeks were often made on such things as skirt length, talking after lights-out or being 'intimate' with other girls.
      Inevitably my shortened skirt got me into trouble and following a spot check in Assembly I was told to report to the Head at 4.30 that afternoon.
      All day I was teased by other girls about what would happen and I was worried, never having been caned or even spanked before.
      At 4.30 I was in the Secretary's Office. She made a note in the Diary, asking me if I had been punished before, and I replied, "No".
      She outlined how I was to prepare: " take off your blouse, and then your skirt, after which remove your panties."
      "My panties!" I replied. "oh, yes, all canings are on the bare arse the 1st time, but often nude, the 2nd! You will still retain your bra, stockings and suspender belt".
      I did as requested and was taken in to the Head's office, trying to cover my pubes.
      I was told to stand up straight & put my hands on my head!
      I felt EXPOSED!
      I was lectured before the Head fetched her cane from a cupboard. God, it looked vicious.
      I was told to bend acoss her desk, my stomach churning.
      "As it's your 1st time I will give you 6", she said.
      She began and had me screaming for mercy from the 1st
      lash. She waited at least 15 seconds between each and I was just one ball of pain.
      My pubes felt wet but I managed not to spurt over the desk.
      I just lay, gasping and had to be helped up and dressed by the Secretary.
      I really had learned a lesson.




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    2. What an experience at such an upmarket school.
      I can just imagine how you felt when being prepared by the Secretary and your panties came off. I thought my experience was bad enough doing it in front of my parents!
      Did you ever have anything like it again?

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    3. Yes, I am afraid so. The 6th Form girls shared twin bedded rooms rather than the dormitories and so had a bit more privacy. My room mate was Dawn and we got on well together.
      As it turned out, too well.
      Dawn had been caned by the Headmistress and that evening was very sore and upset. Her bottom was bruised and hours after her caning she was still sobbing occasionally.
      After supper we retired and I got into bed with Dawn to comfort her after creaming her flaming red bum cheeks. One thing led to another and we made love having removed our nighties. Both of us had wonderful orgasms and drifted off to sleep in one another's arms completely forgetting that the night staff often made spot checks on girls rooms.
      Unfortunately we were checked on and it seemed pretty obvious what we had been doing!
      Next morning we were summoned to the Heads office.
      I explained I had comforted Dawn after her punishment and helped her relax before sleeping but really had no answer to why we were both naked!
      We were told we would have an 'exemplary caning' which would be witnessed by the teaching staff and would be carried out in the staff room the following day at 4.30pm.
      We would each receive 9 strokes of the Senior Girls Cane while bending across a desk and we would strip out of our uniforms for our caning.
      Next day we were in the Staff Room at 4.30pm and the 8 staff members were there. They were all female from about 30 to 60 years of age.
      They avidly watched as we removed our uniforms, blouse, skirt, bra, suspender belt, shoes and stockings.
      Both of us were well endowed, our boobs firm and needing little support. Down below our pubes had a light covering of hair.
      Two desks had been lined up and each of us bent across one.
      The Head addressed the staff telling them of our misdemeanor. Many had red faces maybe thinking of what we had enjoyed. Then the caning began, each of us getting a stroke in turn.
      After 4 we were yelping and screaming and rolling about legs flailing and a teacher was alotted to hold our arms across the desks.
      It continued.
      We were each in agony as we were taken to our bedroom & tried to sleep after spreading cold cream on our nates.


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    4. That must have been so embarrassing but I am sure it got to the point where all you worried about was the pain & whether your arse would ever recover from 9 strokes! Dawn's must have still been tender from her recent caning, poor girl.

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    5. When I taught at a school in Africa they had similar punishments that the staff were summoned to witness.
      It was a mixed school with a mix of teaching staff too.
      I am sure the Ladies liked to witness boys caned and vice versa. Ages varied between 13 and 18 but mostly it was seniors who were dealt usually naked from the waist down but the girls often naked! I didn't need to wonder why !!
      Mostly the pupils were black and some of the girls super attractive with firm upturned boobs and prominent nipples. Mostly they had shapely bubble-butts too.
      All the senior boys were well endowed compared with we British and before caning their members often became ERECT with a capital "E" !! Female staff were very often red faced and thinking what they might do with that penis under other circumstances!
      Usually the micreants got 6 stingers but exceptionally 9 or 12 might be given. This would mean the pupil being restrained across the desk as the heavy senior cane was always used.
      Strict regime but exam results were excellent.

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    6. I taught in a similar school in Uganda. The rod was not spared there either. Punishment Friday was always just before closing for the weekend and all staff were requested to attend to add 'gravity' to the proceedings. Similarly, male & female pupils were caned with at least 6 strokes being administered to the naked buttocks be they male or female.
      I am sorry to say that we female staff really looked forward to seeing a 4th, 5th or 6th Form boy being caned as invariably their erections were phenominal by European standards and made us rather damp and randy for the weekend just imagining what we could do with it. Some of the older boys knew what we thought and did, rather, enjoy teasing, although getting a harder thrashing for doing so.
      Many of the girls were little better and splayed their legs wide exhibiting juicy pussy lips and beautiful dark anal openings. Although told to come in a shirt or blouse they would often come in a dress and be told to remove it, at which time having nothing underneath they displayed a wonderful pair of upturned boobs, large dark areolae and long ,hard nipples, much to the delight of the Head and Masters!

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  12. I wish my parents had not found the Lanka Caning Site as it's changed things completely at home! While I used to get 'grounded' from time to time that was about as serious as it got.
    Two weeks ago I went to the Youth Club on the Friday night and got back home late. Usually I would be reprimanded or be told I would not be allowed to go the following week. But this night was different. I was wearing a short skirt, showing off my legs and a little jacket over a tight sweater which tended to highlight my developing boobs. When I got home I was ask to go into the lounge where Mother was and Father asked me why I was late and I made some excuse which they didn't seem to believe.
    Standing behind me he suddenly raised my skirt only to find I was not wearing panties! Both of them were shocked and demanded an explanation although it was pretty obvious why!
    Father called me a dirty little slut and Mother said, 'fetch the belt'.
    A few minutes later he returned with a wide, thick leather belt.
    ' Give her a dozen whacks', said Mother. 'At least!' he replied.
    I was told to take off my skirt and bend across the dining table. Mother went to the other side and reached out to grip my arms.
    I heard the belt swished through the air a few times and then I felt it whacked across my bum cheeks. The sting was awful but struggle as I might I couldn't avoid the lashes.
    It continued & I kept yelling as it burnt my nates and then the tops of my thighs.
    Eventually it stopped, Father saying ' That's 18'.
    I had to stand with my hands on my head whilst my arse throbbed
    as I never imagined it could, as they lectured me.
    I was then sent to bed, terribly sore and wondering what might be next? Two days ago I knew, as Mother showed me a rattan cane she had just received from Amazon. I was speechless and wondered how long it would be before it was wrapped around the cheeks of my bare arse? Certainly I shall not go pantiless again but can I be super-good? I doubt it !

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  13. After showing me the cane, Mother put it on a hook behind my bedroom door so as to ' to remind me'.
    Yesterday I was rather rude to her and, at the time, nothing was said.
    Last night before supper I had just taken a shower and was in my bedroom putting on my bra when Mother came in.
    Taking the cane from its hook she said that Father had sent her up
    suggesting she gave me a few strokes for my earlier rudeness.
    I had not yet put my knickers on and she told me to stand at the bottom of my bed, leaning forward to support myself.
    She raised the stick, lashing it down on my warm bottom.
    Wow, it seemed to slice into my cheeks which were still showing some bruising from the belt. She laid two strokes on my cheeks before putting the final stroke right along the crease between them and my thighs. I screamed as this is the most sensitive place possible for a girl.
    She said that it was just a reminder and that from this time on, six strokes would be a minimum, as she hung the cane back on the hook.
    It was painful putting my knickers on, but I knew that I dare not go without them!

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  14. I always thought a caning would be painful and now I can vouch for it!
    I 'only' got 3 strokes but my bum throbbed all night, and even my 'soothing fingers', you know where really didn't help. I shall avoid getting 6 for as long as I can!

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  15. Love your posts, Corrinne, but I think you rather received what you deserved. I well remember my teens when I often suffered canings right up until I left home. Always bare and sometimes naked for exceptional naughtiness.
    Mine were always given in front of any family members around at the time! Not nice, but VERY effective & often an unavoidable turn on!

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    1. I agree with Gerda. If I had been found without panties I would have been thrashed with a capital "T"! Probably not just once but again a day or two later to renew the stripes!

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    2. I really did speak too soon about being a good girl!
      Last night I was out with friends and had quite a few drinks getting home very late. I was properly dressed but could be classed as a bit drunk! I was sent to bed and told that I would be dealt with in the morning. I was woken at 9am and told to come to to the dining room in just my nightie & bring the cane. I slipped on some knickers and went.
      Father & Mother were there and looking very displeased. I was lectured on the dangers of alcohol and Mother then said 'Why have you put knickers on, as I told you to come as you were?' I just blushed. 'Disobedient again, I think we add 2 strokes!' Father agreed.
      I noticed a blanket had been put over the corner of the table.
      'Take those knickers off and the nightie' said Father,' You are now getting 11 strokes, get over the table'. I felt faint.
      I was told to reach forward and Mother grasped my arms as my erect nipples sunk into the blanket which already wastouching my pussy. I felt the cold rattan resting on my bum cheeks.
      Suddenly it cut in to them! I screamed as it must have been lashed from a great height. A pause and then another. I was sobbing and just managing not to squirt over the blanket!
      The caning continued as I screamed, sobbed and rolled from side to side, legs flailing. I could not control my actions, I was in PAIN and making a disgusting display.
      My arse ACHED! My thighs ACHED....I was cumming and spurted uncontrollably. The caning just contnued my cheeks feeling hot and damp just as if cut open by the cane.
      Eventually Mother released my arms and I grabbed at my nates as I staggered up. The throbbing pain was unbearable, but I had to bear it! Naked, I didn't care who saw what! My pussy dripped and arse was so ridged I could not bear touching it! I was ordered to bed and went.
      I lay face down. Later Mother came in later and asked if I wanted her to apply cream to my cheeks and thighs which she did.
      My arse is still dreadfully painful and I cannot do anything but lay on my front! Oh well, when will I learn?

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    3. I am just recovering from an awful session with the leather strap last night. My partner saw me being rather intimate with an old boyfriend and was very angry. We argued and he said he would let me off this once with a spanking. I expected his hand on my bare arse but instead he produced a leather belt and had me get my skirt up and panties down over the back of the settee in the lounge!
      He lashed my bum 20 times until I was howling as the heat & pain was awful.
      I think he was so turned on by my squirming that I felt him between my cheeks, his solid penis sinking into me!
      Encouraged by the heat we both came almost at once and retired to bed.
      This morning my bum is black and blue and SORE but I think I am forgiven.

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    4. Love your post, Janette. It really is wonderful how a hot arse can turn a couple on!!

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    5. Love the photo of Ayesha's bum cheeks. I know how she felt!
      In my youth I was always spanked, either by hand or with Mum's hairbrush & always over knickers.
      Just after I became a teenager it all changed as, I suppose, I got more cheeky and disobedient. I remember my first getting home well after curfew and Mum and Dad waiting for me with his leather belt on the table!
      I was lectured and told to get over the table. I felt my miniskirt being raised and then my little pink panties pulled down bearing my bum for the very first time. Even worse I was told to spread my legs!
      I soon forgot about that as I writhed under 24 lashes of the belt. In bed that evening I tried to relax by fingering myself for the first time & got very moist panties.

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    6. Loved Ayesha's story.
      I was an only child and quite spoilt. Dad was abroad working & they had sent me to a private school to maximise my education. I was 16, lazy & had poor results on the first term.
      Mum went to see the Headmaster just before the next start of term and, the following day, I was told to accompany her.
      Mum suggested I dressed in my best pink dress, with matching pink bra and panties and I wondered why? I was soon to find out! We were met by the Head and went to his office. He described his meeting with Mum & their concern at my laziness, saying it had been decided that I needed a short, sharp, shock! He explained that to be a caning of six hard strokes given with the senior girls rattan cane across a bare bottom! I was flabbergasted, especially that Mum could agree to it.
      I was told it was to be done there and then and that I should prepare by removing my dress and my panties! I looked at Mum and she nodded in agreement!
      I hesitated, and was told that delay would mean more strokes!
      I removed my dress very concious of my pretty, brief bra which seemed to highlight my developing boobs and again, hesitated, eventually stepping out of my panties feeling embarrassed at showing my light pubic hair and the bulge of my pubes to a man for the very 1st time!
      I was told to bend across the desk noticing the horrible rattan laying there, long and yellow.
      Mum was told to hold my arms to prevent my leaping up and the tap, tap, of the cane on my cheeks told of its imminent arrival.
      The 1st stroke was horrific, seemingly cutting my cheeks in two! As the pain sunk in I moaned as the next landed right in the crease under my butt. God, the pain made me shriek.
      I had never felt such agonizing, throbbing pain as I rolled side to side . Each stroke now made me scream as it struck and my pubes rubbed the desk. The last stroke applied diagonally was the worst. What a sight that must have been as the crossing weals grew purple? I lay gasping and it was minutes before I could move all modesty forgotten!
      I never needed another caning, acheiving excellent grades, top exam results and a place at Uni, all helped by that 'sss' received on behest of Mum and the Headmaster!




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    7. What a way to make a daughter take her education seriously, but good for Mum!
      At Katie's age I don't know whether it was the pain or the stripping off which she was most concerned about. I know that I was mortified in my teens whenever my 'privates' were on show for cp although in later years I revelled in dressing provocatively, leaving little to the imagination, and having my bum warmed by cane, belt or strap by a nice man!

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    8. Caning was always extremely painful for me as I had what you might call an ample arse! My cheeks were very soft and drooped downwards so when bending for the cane they did not stiffen at all.
      Consequently the cane sank right into them leaving an almost instant blue line with red edges which THROBBED.
      I could almost bear 4 but 6 or more had me howling and with my chubby legs going in all directions. Thankfully, I don't think my arsehole or my little pussy were visible due to excess flesh! However the blue/red weals on my bum were often the centre of attention in the communal showers after PE lessons and fingered by other girls.

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    9. Back in the 1960's I wasn't the best behaved girl in school and often felt the cane across my naked bum. Usually it was 4 strokes but sometimes 6 and once, for snogging a boy behind the bike sheds a 9. I, too, had a soft arse which bruised easily producing beautifully spaced raised red/blue weals across my cheeks.
      My bum was always the centre of attention in the showers after gym lessons , girls admiring the Headmistresses handiwork and wanting to feel the ridges made by the cane. Sometimes the Gym mistress would keep watch and any girl 'feeling the ridges' would be taken into the gym and given some of her own! Their fingers on my arse invariably excited me and, after showering, I would usually have to disappear to the toilets to 'bring myself off' before the next lesson!
      So long ago now, but the memories still excite me and lead to the same thing......wonderful masturbation!

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    10. I went to a school where caning was an everyday occurence and in P E many girls would display their stripes proudly.
      If the P E mistress saw a girl feeling another's stripes in the showers she would be taken in to the gym, bent over the horse, naked, and given 6 of her own in front of the other girls.
      That was always a spectacle when she was a well endowed 6th former with swinging tits and you could see some girls fingering themselves!

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  16. I was Head of a private acadamy for some years at a time when CP was the norm in private establishments. A short, sharp, shock was much supported by parents who wanted their kids to progress and often it was them that requested that an 'sss' be applied and requesting it to be applied hard and 'on the bare'.
    Some wanted to attend but others left its application to me and I had my Secretary prepare both the girls & boys for their caning.
    My Secretary was an attractive woman which often had an effect on the boy being prepared as he removed his trousers and underpants.
    In those days many male students wore y-fronts which gave good support but once removed their penises sprang into action much to her amusement and their embarrassment! The girls were much easier to manage but she soon learned to have a box of tissues close by as some seemingly orgasmed during application of the cane.
    Our performance in examinations was excellent and was kept that way by the support of parents requesting application of a 'sss' otherwise!
    I feel that we have become complacent and standards have fallen in the absence of the incentive to protect ones backside !

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  17. During my late teens I suffered a few naked canings and my parents always insisted I took up a position over the corner of a bed. This, of course, resulted in my legs spreading which, whilst relaxing the bum cheeks to give maximum effect of the cane did press my 'privates' into the fabric, thus exciting them. Another problem with being naked was that my very sensitive nipples would rub on the bed as every cane stroke tended to drive me forward.
    I have every sympathy with you, Judie, as although 4 strokes didn't always ignite me, 6, slowly applied usually triggered an involuntary but unavoidable and very noticeable orgasm usually resulting in another session later.
    Often, I would be legs-up (or diaper fashion) which is so revealing. I hope that doesn't happen to you on Sunday!

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    1. Throughout my teens I was dealt with similarly over the corner of my bed and, often with similar results. Usually I was allowed to wear a thong but if I did then wetness of my pubes was easily seen afterwards when inspected and I was then called a wicked girl and, thong removed, got another whacking often with a belt instead of the cane. Once, during a subsequent belting I spurted and was told to dry myself and then lay back on the bed uncovered for a legs-up of another 6 hard strokes of the cane!! Not at all nice and even now at 47 years of age I still have a vivid memory of it which gives me a mighty and very creamy orgasm within minutes, so that is one of the better things which came out of a strict upbringing!

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  18. My God, Barbara, I had not thought of getting a 'legs-up'. That would be just AWFUL and all starting from putting my knickers back on inside out after a rather nice experience in a boyfriends car. Knickerless I came twice and he, once.
    I think a legs-up or diaper caning is so degrading for a girl.
    We shall see. I shall report back.

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  19. I am Judie's Mum and, last evening read her post to Barbara admitting to having sex in a boyfriends car ! Stupid girl, she will now get what she really deserves on Sunday and, I promise, she won't sit down or want to have sex for at least a week, the deceitful little bitch.

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  20. Perhaps I posted too much! I have a feeling my bum is in for an EXEMPLARY on Sunday.

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  21. Waiting for a caning is always traumatic. I am now in my late 50's but can still vividly remember, especially at end of term school report time ,when both my brother & I often expected a caning, having to wait until a weekend when Dad would be home to administer it. Mum didn't want to do it and, in fact, we knew she sometimes got a warmed-up bum, we thought as a prelude to their sexual activity.
    Knowing both that and what could happen on the weekend was a recipe for masturbation & my brother and I would help each other to orgasm massively. Thankfully, we were never caught or I think we would have lost the skin off our bum cheeks, if the severity of 'bad report' canings were any thing to go by, always nude straight from the shower & viewed by Mum and my brother. Thankfully the 'legs-up' position was never used.

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  22. I woke up with dread and this was compounded when I went for breakfast and Uncle Colin was there. I had heard from my cousin, Mary, that he was a strict disciplinarian so, during breakfast I was putting 2 & 2 together! After breakfast Mum explained that she had asked Uncle Colin to come over and administer my 'Exemplary Caning'. I was WORRIED!
    I was told to be in the dining room at 10.00am.
    When I arrived Uncle Colin, Mum and my brother were there and on the table was amatinet whip, a a riding crop , a leather belt and a long, yellow, rattan cane. I was mortified but complied. I think Uncle and my brothers eyes widened as I removed my bra and revealed my 32c breasts with long, hardening nipples and my trimmed pubic hair as my panties came off.
    I was told to bend over the corner of the table on which a towel had been thoughtfully placed. Uncle told me he would warm my bum with a hand spanking and began. 12 slaps later my cheeks were stinging & he picked up the Martinet. I had never felt one before as its leather thongs seemed to cut fine lines into the flesh and the ends struck between my legs making me yelp with pain.
    Thankfully the crop was left on the table and the rattan picked up.
    My bum ACHED but I was told I had 12 strokes of the rattan to come & if I leapt up that stroke would not count.
    Mum came over to hold my hands whilst Uncle ran his hand over my arse to check his handiwork! My red faced brother watched intently.
    The 1st cane stroke took my breath away and I yelled at every subsequent one. I was being HURT and everyone would know it!
    Uncle did not let up and just continued despite my shrieks and screams until 12 had been delivered. I lay panting, one ball of pain.
    My brother helped me to my bedroom and I collapsed face down as he applied cold cream to my wounds.



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    1. You have my sympathy, Judie. That was an awful punishment for your naughtiness, especially getting Uncle Colin involved, although I suspect, secretly, he rather liked seeing his niece in her birthday suit as any red bloodied man would! Hope everything heals soon.

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  23. The girls have finished summer term and we have just received their End of Term Reports. A few 'c' grades but nothing worse. Thatis a vast improvement since we introduced a scale of punishment some 3 terms ago. On that scale any thing worse than 'b' would be awarded a dose of C P, by cane, tawse or martinet. This was graded & could be with knickers pulled up between the bum cheeks, knicks down or off, bending over or, exceptionally, in the diaper position, the most feared!
    Our girls are now 16, and the twins, 17 and are developing into attractive, outgoing young ladies. Obviously they are reluctant to display their charms for punishment.
    We shall be gathering in the study tomorrow for settlement and I will report further afterwards.

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    1. Thanks for reminding me to post, Maria.
      Yes, we received our family's End of Term reports last week. Quite good, mainly 'C's but my eldest, Samantha, had one 'E' so she knows what that means and is dreading our 'day of reckoning'. Sam is 16 now, very 'grown up' and well developed & hates showing her body. Her twin brother, Colin, had only one 'C' so is well pleased that he out performed his sister and, no doubt, will taunt her about her punishment. He will also witness it as she will his.
      I will let you know how things go, later!

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    2. You ladies have reminded me to report this terms E of T reports to followers of Lanka Caning. We also received the Reports last week.
      They were not as good as hoped for and our eldest, Lauren, had 2 'C's and an 'E' about which the 17 year old is VERY worried! David, 15, only had one 'C' so is ecstatic, whilst our youngest, Courtney who is 13 , received one 'C' and a 'D'. Courtenay is an extremely shy young girl and this will be the first time she will get bare bottom punishment, so is a bit worried too.
      Tomorrow is the day of reckoning when my mother, an ex headteacher, will be coming to stay along with her tawse and old yellow rattan.

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    3. Nice to hear from Isobel and Judy. It's interesting that your Lauren and Samantha are like my twins and worried about their punishments and what others might see. I must say I have some sympathy with them as just lowering my panties for a belting at their ages always filled me with horror, let alone the thought of being naked & in diaper position in front of family members! I look forward to your reports.

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    4. I had almost forgotten about our E of T report review, as our Reports have only just arrived by post so that they cannot be "lost" by the pupils!
      Sharon is now 17, Richard 16 and Katie just 14 two days ago.
      When reminded that our "opening of the Reports" would be this evening neither of them looked very keen, probably remembering an embarrassing and painful session last year.
      Hopefully they may have improved their learning skills which, in turn, might protect their bottoms! We shall see.

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    5. Wow! Well, that was a busy session this morning when we all gathered in the studio with my Mum who had come to stay for a few days and offered to administer the 'correction' to the family. Lots were drawn as to the order of the session and Courtenay was to go first. This was her very first Report Session and she was tearful from the start. She had never received any form of physical punishment in her life so expected the worst. A 'C' and a 'D' should have received two separate punishments, a bare bottom 4 stroke caning for the 'C' and a 6 stroke naked caning for the 'D'. In consultation with her Dad it was agreed that she be allowed to wear a thong to protect her modesty this first time but that she be topless, and get 9 strokes. I had given her a thong and she wore this, but had to bare her lovely little breasts and pert nipples for the first time and, despite the thong her bum cheeks were bare.
      Over the spanking bench she looked uncomfortable and, although not applied hard she yelped as the cane was first applied and after taking 5 strokes screamed at the last 4 laying there sobbing.
      David was next & destined to receive 4 'on the bare'. At 15 he is a well developed lad, keen on sports and his body shows that. Removing his jeans and brief underpants revealed his developing manhood of which he seemed proud. His sisters were wide eyed!
      He took his 4 hard strokes with just an "Ouch!!" as each was applied at 15 second intervals. On rising his developed manhood was confirmed!
      That just left a very tearful Lauren who was due an 'EXEMPLARY'. She was wearing her dressing gown and I guided her across to the table where she disrobed revealing her lovely 32c breasts, slim waist and bubble-butt of an arse.
      Her pussy had a light covering of hair but her lips showed through. On the table she laid back raising her legs and revealing more of her beautiful pussy. I think David was mesmerised at the sight of his lovely sister in that position, his hands trying to control a raging erection!
      For the Grade E she was to receive 12 strokes today and then a further 4, on the bare, in 10 days time.
      She took the first 4 with just a yelp but then rolled side to side, legs flailing, as the pain became more intense.
      She could not have given a more explicit display if she had tried. Now, Lauren has no secrets from her family. Granny's handiwork was supurb with 12 distinct lines laid from the top of Lauren's bum cheeks to midway down her slender thighs.
      I think sitting will be out of the question for some time.
      Meanwhile I think Courtenay and David were mesmerised by the display despite their own discomfort, Courtenay nursing her breasts and David trying to hide his erection!
      Except for Lauren's 'C' all has been accounted for so let's hope our next "reckoning" will not need to be so intense.

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    6. Great report Isobel. Your 2 girls have had to grow up quickly today and face reality. They both seem to have managed it well, and the memory of it will be the subject of teen masturbation in the days to come, especially for David!

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    7. Wonderful report Isobel. Wonderful how your young people 'grew up' today! Bit of a shock, but no harm done except to a few backsides. I will report tomorrow.

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    8. Love your thoughtfulness for young Courtenay's first thrashing in letting her keep her genitals covered as baring her breasts and nipples for the first time must have been a shock.
      My 3 are now use to the exposure on 'reckoning day'. Although I think it is still not welcomed, the girls always seem keen to eye-up the boys equipment!

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    9. Well, the time had come but no really severe punishments, thank goodness, at the end of summer term. The girls have all worked hard with Ros getting only one 'C' and the twins, June and Judie two 'C's. We decided to carry out the punishments in our secluded garden by the summerhouse as our nearest neighbours are a mile away .
      We set up a padded table over which each girl would bend to receive her punishment. Only the girls and we parents would be present.
      Ros drew the lowest number card so chose to go first. She removed her summer dress and her tiny panties going to the table in just her very brief bra. She looked stunning as she positioned herself on the table.
      For her one 'C' she would receive just 4 strokes of the Senior Girls rattan cane. My husband, Frank, tapped the stick between her legs to spread them slightly before lashing it down onto her nates. Ros just yelped then pushed back a little as if rubbing herself on the padding.
      After a wait of 20 seconds the pain had sunk in and sobs were heard just before No 2 was whipped in on the undercheek. Ros howled and all but turned over!
      Having settled ,No 3 was applied on the top of her cheeks and drew a loud yelp before No 4 was applied diagonally acknowledged by a loud scream. 4 lines, turning purple, adorned her bum. I helped her up and got the cream in hand.
      Next, the twins were to be punished together. They had got 2 'C's each & these were amalgamated into one punishment of 6 strokes of the 10 tailed Martinet followed by 6 strokes of the junior rattan cane. Having discarded their skirts and thongs to reveal their blonde pubic hair they also appeared in their bras supporting their developing 32b breasts. They looked stunning as they positioned themselves one on either side of the table.
      The Martinet was applied 2 lashes to each in turn making
      them yelp as the thongs bit. After receiving a total of 60 leather thong cuts striking their cheeks both girls were crying, tears running down their faces.
      Their bums were already red as the cane was applied at 20 second intervals and every stroke was met with a very loud yelp, and the last diagonal with a scream!
      They lay panting as I applied cold cream to their crimson bottoms displaying fine cuts and darkening ridges of the cane strokes.
      They can all now put the summer term behind them and apply themselves better after the holidays, hopefully avoiding punishment at Easter.

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    10. The martinet AND the cane applied in one session seems a little extreme! I remember getting a whipping with a Martinet when I was in France staying with a cousin. I was only 16 but we had been caught stealing apples & the farmer took us back to my Aunt & Uncles and insisted we be punished or he would go to the police. He had brought a Martinet with him and Uncle whipped us. The Martinet is not effective over clothes so we were instructed to remove ourr shorts and panties & display our bare bottoms, bending across a leather riding saddle, so, legs apart! But that was the least of our worries as the whip cut into & between our cheeks the tips of the thongs catching very, very tender flesh! We were screaming after 10 strokes and I now realise I experienced my very first orgasm, obviously not knowing what it was at the time!

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    11. Judy's post describes the Martinet well.
      In my teens I was mad on Horses and spent a lot of time at the local stables run by Miss Loporto, a French lady in her 40's and commonly referred to as Miss Martinet. I had no idea why at that time.
      I was 18 and rode many of her horses, mucking out, feeding etc. One day a particularly stubborn horse was playing up, so I used my crop on its hind quarters a few times. Unbeknown to me all this was seen by Miss Loporto.
      Late in the afternoon she called me to her office and berated me for hitting the horse. I argued, but to no avail and she said she was banning me from the stables.
      I was shocked & pleaded with her. She was quiet for a moment, then saying, "I could punish you instead."
      I readily agreed, not asking 'how'?
      "Be in the barn at 5.30pm". I left.
      I waited in the barn for her to arrive. When she did she was carrying a leather pouch.
      She opened it and withdrew a small leather whip with a polished timber handle....a martinet! Inspecting it I saw a 6" long handle and 12 leather thongs each about 12" long and eighth of an inch square. It looked fierce!
      She placed a trestle on the floor and mounted a leather saddle over it.
      She told me to remove my jodphurs AND panties and climb astride the saddle leaning forward and gripping the trestle which I slowly did. I was in shock and felt extremely vulnerable.
      She picked up the martinet and trailed its thongs across the cheeks of my arse. My legs were spread by the saddle and I felt the ends of the leathers touch my protruding pussy lips.
      Suddenly the leathers bit into my cheeks & I yelped loudly.....
      and again ...and again...and again..and again.. The pain was horrific but the saddle would not let me move except jerking forward as the lashes landed! Tears were streaming as the pain welled up, & the lashes rained down. An occasional thong would stray between my cheeks and catch my arsehole or pussy making me scream.
      I counted 12 strokes before losing count due to a strike on my pussy....but she continued as I collapsed forward along the trestle. The next recollection I was laying face down on a rug on top of some strawbales and a hand was touching my bum cheeks and slipping between them applying some soothing cream.....and going deeper than strictly necessary!
      I felt a stirring ......and orgasmed!
      From that time on we became VERY good friends and enjoyed many intimate times......the martinet did not bring all bad with it!


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    12. Love your post, Samantha.
      I was also a horse fanatic in my teens and got my very first taste of corporal punishment at the stables. The cause? Using a whip on a pony. Like Samantha I was to be banned but asked if there was some other way.
      "Yes, a caning" I was told, "In the stables at 7pm, when everyone will have left". I really did not know what to expect.
      At 7pm I was there and Holly arrived with a long and thick rattan cane. "Right, punishment must be remembered so take off your clothes". "My clothes?", I said, hardly believing what I had heard and never having been seen naked by anyone before! "Yes, I cane naked", was the reply.
      Holly watched intently as I stripped, hesitating when in my bra and panties, "And those", she said. My breasts were just developing and were pointy with dark areolae and long nipples and stood out proudly as Holly smiled at my trying to cover them and my protruding pussy lips below and told me to place my hands on my head as she seemingly admired my body. I was blushing profusely and getting funny feelings below. Two hay bales were placed and I was told to bend over them, the hay rubbing my nipples and belly and giving me peculiar feelings.
      The cane tapped my cheeks and then struck with a horrifying 'WHACK!!' I screamed and tried to get up. I was warned that I now still had 6 to come so I should stay down!
      I managed to, but screamed at every one. My God she caned hard! During the caning I could not contain myself and spurted uncontrollably much to Holly's annoyance. I lay there spent! Holly watched as I dressed seemingly intrigued by my body and her handywork on my cheeks.
      My arse hurt so much that I put my panties in my pocket and left.
      Sitting was difficult for a week and more so as my parents had no knowledge of my caning.

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    13. Yes, the Martinet is a painful little deterent and I knew it well growing up in rural France. If we misbehaved we kids would often get a swipe of the little whip across the back of our bare legs. For more serious offences it was always skirt up and knickers down for a lashing on the bare bum cheeks. The Martinet didn't bruise but left a fine red cut from the edge of the thong. Martinets had from 9 to 12 thongs so one lash meant a corresponding number of 'cuts'. 6 lashes would mean between 54 and 72 cuts resulting in a very sore, itchy arse. If the punisher wanted to be particularly brutal a strike up between the recipients legs would inflict excruciating pain to a girl or boy and an ache never to be forgotten!
      I well emember in my early teens when I was caught having sex both me and the boy received such a strike and any further sexual liaison was impossible for over a week.

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  24. Zoe just tell me about her post for Lanka Caning and I like. Me, French & Zoe friend. We been whipped together many times when she stay in France.
    My parents are very old fashioned and believe in Martinet.
    Sex for unattached teen is a sin so they punish me & my brother Jacque if they find out. That is done once a week all together & Zoe if here. Always done bare or, if very bad naked!
    Jacque love to see Zoe and become excited. If so he get extra for hard dick! Maitre use whip and also aims it under to hit ball bag. Jacque say very hurt for long time.
    I caught skinny dip a few days ago and have big whipping for it. Parents very angry and me naked whip over table in garden.
    Jacque love to see my body and very hard! I think he now very hurt from noise he made.
    I tell my friends about Lanka Caning but pardon my English please.

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    1. Love your post Monique and your way with English.

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    2. Thanks, Colin. I try best.
      Now I have problem as my parents go England to see friend who has daughter. Naughty Gina was not behave and they saw her get cane on bare derriere over kitchen table. They like very much the marks!
      Today they come and bring back a rat cane(?) with them.
      Say it very good for pain. Worry me as not want bigger pain on my derriere than Martinet make.
      Will try be good but ...might fail..then pain!

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    3. Oh dear, Monique, that sounds like your parents mean business as a rattan cane can hurt a lot if it's applied to a bare bum, not little cuts but hot red lines which often turn blue.
      I think you are very likely to see Jacque 'excited' if he gets caned as I have never yet managed to control an erection if caned 'on the bare'. Do let us know how you get on.
      Hope it's not too painful.

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    4. Poor Jacque felt the cane last night before bed and I was made to see. He was caught with his jeans and pants off having what you call 'wank' over corner of bed.
      He say to me he was just spurting & could not stop. Worse was he was looking at naughty magazine of naked girls. Mum was angry and whacked his bum with heavy coat hanger, before take mag.
      Last night Dad lectured him about self harm but he say it "nice". Both parents very angry and make him strip!
      I stare not believing his willy that big and pointing upwards as he walk to table. He seem to have trouble laying on it!
      Over corner of table his legs spread and I see what I think is scrotum for first time hanging between his legs.
      I was getting excited as all this all new to me.
      Dad had the cane in hand and Mum say 'whip devil out of him!' The caning began. Hard strokes raising awful weals and yelps.1..2..3..4..5..6..screams..7..8..9..10! His cheeks were vivid red, blue, purple! I felt faint, blushing and wet between legs.
      Jacque was taken to his bedroom. After a while I went to my room. Between our rooms is a bathroom with a door to each.
      I locked my bedroom door and went into his room & locked the door. He was laying naked face down on his bed. I had taken cold cream and I put on his wounds as he sighed.
      I whispered "turn over" and he did. I had never been close to a penis before and Jacques was still hard despite his caning.
      I fingered it, pulling back his foreskin as he moaned softly
      before putting my lips around it drawing it into my mouth.
      Back & forth I sucked a pleasant salty taste as Jacque mewed and I squeezed his lovely balls.
      I could feel a welling up as his sperm began its journey.
      In minutes my mouth was filling with a lovely smooth salty cream the result of my 1st fellatio....and I swallowed!
      And so to bed........
      Our relationship has never been so strong and Jacque will do anything for me, his 'little sister', who comforted him in every way in his time of need.
      He hasn't had to treat my wounds (yet!) but I know he will if required......and I enjoy it!


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    5. Well, Monique, you seem to have now done it all.
      You took an enormous risk being in Jacque's room and doing something so personal to him although, of course, you felt it necessary.
      I don't think your parents would have seen it that way and
      If they had caught you I think they would have at least taken the skin off your arse!
      You are a naughty but very brave girl and now VERY experienced when it comes to pleasing a man! Well done.

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    6. I got it yesterday. I knew that any excuse I would get that nasty cane across my derriere.
      I was late home and a little wobbly and told to go to my bedroom and get ready for bed. I did & 10 minutes later my parents came in with the cane. I was told to take my panties off and bend over back of chair. I felt my nipples hardening as my nightie rubbed them.
      I was told I would only get 4 this 1st time.
      Dad spaced them down with the last on my undercheek. Very painful but I try not to spurt but had peculiar 'feelings' down below.
      Jacque had already gone to bed but came through the bathroom as soon as our parents had gone & he had locked our bedroom doors.
      He raised my nightie to look at my bum before going in to the bathroom for some cold cream.
      I lay over a pillow and he smoothed it all over my aching red cheeks and his hand slipped down between them as I opened my legs. It was a lovely feeling I had not had before as he stroked my butt opening and the slit below with his creamy fingers. I started shaking as he held me tight and I think I had my 1st orgasm!...wonderful.
      He gently kissed me and tucked me into bed before making sure the bedroom doors were unlocked to avoid awkward questions (or more punishment!) in the morning.
      I have a feeling things will never be the same after feeling that cane. I let you know again.

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    7. Poor Monique. Sorry to hear you've felt the rattan cane. It's never easy to prepare for it, but the first time is the worst.
      Thankfully you got it in private, although bare.
      Sounds like Jacque looked after you well & gave you what you needed.

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    8. I've managed to avoid punishments recently or just haven't been caught but my luck ran out yesterday when I got in at 1.00am! This was my 2nd very late arrival home and I was reminded that I was caned last time but only got 4 strokes and with just my panties down.
      I was told to go to my bedroom, strip completely and come to the dining room in my gown.
      Gown removed I was over the dining table Mum holding my hands from the other side. Dad whacked in the cane hard, the 1st on the undercheek. Then 5 more spaced up my cheeks.I managed to stay down but don't know how!
      "Right my girl, next time you will get 9 and you will get them naked with your legs -up laying back on the table!"
      The thought of that is terrifying and I must try to avoid it at all costs.
      Unfortunately Jacque was away so I was sent to bed with a hot throbbing bottom and only my fingers to give me any relief!

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    9. My bum still throbs terribly this morning from that awful caning I had for getting home extremely late for the 2nd time.
      My cheeks have 5 raised blue weals across them and my undercheek at the top of my thighs a similar stripe which hurts more than the others. That's a cruel place to cane a girl as it's so tender.
      I really needed Jacque's soothing fingers applying the cream & making me squirm with pleasure!
      But I only got 6 and I am promised 9 if I am late again!
      I definately must try to be more vigilant as, also, I don't want a 'legs-up'!!

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  25. When will these girls learn that curfew means curfew? Our daughter, Samantha, is just 15 but looks years older. Her curfew is 10.00pm but last night it was 12 midnight when she arrived home!!
    Last time we forgave her but last night she was made to remove her skirt and her panties to reveal her trim arse and was given 6 strokes of my old school cane, applied from shoulder height by my husband. Each one raised an awful weal and was accompanied by screams which told us of their success in punishing the wayward girl. After 6 raised blue stripes across her bum she was sent to bed holding her cheeks and sobbing loudly. We really hope she is cured of her continued disobedience.....but we doubt it!

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  26. Nice to see old fashioned values being restored in these days when many young people seem to have no regard for any authority. Hopefully, your Samantha will not need further correction but, like most teens I don't expect she can be super-good!
    I am a single parent and had a strict upbringing. My daughter, Julia, is 16 and is now generally well behaved but is presently at Granny's following a lapse in her behaviour. A few years ago she was becoming very cheeky and disobedient but a few visits to Granny, a retired teacher soon sorted her out and she tasted the cane which had often visited my bare bum in my youth bent over the same leather covered trestle! 6 was the minimum for any offence and a strict procedure was always followed. First you removed your skirt or jeans, and then your knickers or panties. Hands on head you were lectured on your behaviour very concious of your 'privates' being on view. Then to the trestle where a leg was placed either side and you lay along the padded top. There was no modesty there , cheeks relaxed and spread showing your all.
    But all that was soon forgotten as the cane was applied!
    First a 'tap,tap' and then the 1st full-on stroke! You just could not move on the trestle except back and forth under impact of the cane.
    Strokes were applied at 10 to 15 second intervals for maximum effect.
    Julia should return soon and will have to show me Granny's latest handiwork. I hope it will be effective.

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    1. Julia returned a few hours ago pushing her bike as she said her arse was too sore to sit on the saddle! 'My goodness', I thought, 'she must have had a good whacking.'
      I got her to raise her miniskirt and lower her little panties much to her dismay.
      The cheeks of her bum were very red and there were 7 distinct blue lines across her cheeks beautifully spaced together with a diagonal joining one end of the top line to the opposite end of the bottom line.
      The weals were well raised from her cheeks. I said that I was well satisfied with Granny's work and the extra lines must have been deserved.
      Julia said she had moved about on the trestle despite being told to keep still and after 4 strokes had experienced what she now knew as an orgasm and could not stop wriggling about! Granny was not impressed and gave her an extra stroke AND, after 2 minutes, a diagonal applied at maximum strength which brought up dark red marks where the lines crossed and which now throbbed horribly.
      I ran my hand over her arse to an abrupt "DON'T DO THAT!!"
      Later I telephoned my Mum congratulating her on a job well done. I just hope she won't need more visits.

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    2. Great result, Barbara. Perhaps she will behave now?

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    3. I was very interested to read the posts about school reports and grades acheived & we have introduced a similar penalty system in our family. Our daughter, Debbie, is only 15 but a bright, attractive girl who sometimes doesn't try hard enough. We had tried discussing this with her but, until we introduced 'grade penalties', with little effect.
      Until her teens she received spankings for misbehaviour usually over her knickers but when she became a teenager that changed and she usually got the plimsol on her bare bum but always protesting about removing her knickers. We were concerned that the plimsol had had little effect so a few months ago we ordered a cane from Amazon. She was shocked when she saw me unpack it.
      Her school report is due tomorrow and she may well taste the rattan for the first time. We shall see!

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    4. Debbie's 'End of term' report arrived in the post this morning as

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    5. Debbie's End of term report was VERY disappointing and she was embarrassed as she knew what lay ahead as we had set out the previous year.
      We decided to start right away and continue on Sunday.
      She pleaded with us to let her keep her school knickers on but we told her that undressing was all part of her punishment which would be carried out over the leather spanking bench inherited from my mother. This bench supports the body in a horizontal position whilst spreading the legs to relax the buttocks. It is rather revealing but the position for application of the punishing instrument is perfect.
      Debbie was punished after breakfast. She removed her jeans and her panties after pleading to keep them on.
      Over the spanker, legs parted, her bum cheeks were relaxed and the little puckered button of her arsehole and the pink of her pussy lips were revealed. She looked lovely.
      After admonishing her again for her poor grades Father whipped in the cane to her undercheeks, Debbie yelping loudly. After a 10 second delay the next stroke was laid across the centre of her cheeks and she nearly rolled off the spanker.
      The two lines of the cane strokes were welling up but I could not stop thinking what a lovely arse Debbie has!
      Number 3 and 4 struck home accompanied by piercing screams and fore and aft movement.
      The last 2 strokes were accompanied by wailing and movements suggesting she was grinding her 'privates' into the leather. She lay there panting.
      I helped her off the spanker which was wet where her pussy had rested. She was visibly embarrassed as her hand went down to try to cover her damp pubic hair.
      Well, that was stage one dealt with and Debbie's arse will be inspected on Sunday to see if is ready for further bare bottom punishment.

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    6. Just what Debbie deserved. Love your description of the "spanker". Nice to have the recipient properly presented even if a little immodest and likely to stimulate a girl's 'privates'.
      Look forward to the sequel.

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    7. Great post Brenda. Love the sound of that spanker. Grannies certainly knew what was required when they sourced these.
      I've had the pleasure of a 'doggy session' on one but never punished.
      Let us know more following Sunday's session.

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    8. Well done, Brenda, I expect Debbie will thank you for your strictness one day when she benefits from her education.
      I was brought up under similar rules and my behind often paid the price for my lack of effort. I was always punished just before bed and as I slept "in my birthday suit" that's how I would be! Nothing of me was private and I well remember my 1st orgasm making the kitchen table sticky!!
      But I acheived and am now a senior chemist with an International Company often looking back and thanking my parents for being so strict!
      Love the description of your spanker.
      I look forward to your next post about naughty Debbie.

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    9. I well remember being over Granny's spanker, showing my all and having an uncontrollable noisy orgasm much to my parents disgust. Hope Debbie has more control?

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    10. Well done Brenda. Yesterday Debbie certainly got what she needed to mend her ways. That 'diaper penalty' must have really brought her to her senses as I know from my own experience how totally revealing that position is to a virgin girl.
      I would expect that from now on she will be cooperative with no questioning removing her knickers!

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    11. Debbie's bottom was inspected this morning without protest!
      Very colourful with the 2 vivid weals across purply cheeks.
      It may be at least a week before the last part of her punishment for bad grades can be administered. This will deal with her two 'E' grades so will have to be harsh.

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    12. Sounds as though Debbie has atoned for some of her poor grades. Bet the poor girl is rather sore after her diaper caning and the belt.
      I remember I had one during my teens and I was devastated as I was instructed taking up the position. No one had seen my coochie and arsehole so blatently displayed but that became the least of my worries as Dad's belt savaged my cheeks. I had been caught exploring a boys penis & showing him my breasts so got 24 whacks with the belt. God how they burnt my bum!
      Do let us know how Debbie takes her final punishment. Two 'E's is a pretty bad score.

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    13. Wow, Brenda, bet she was SORE, but nothing more than she deserved. Look forward to hearing what you do about TWO 'E's which is so BAD!

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  27. Well done, Brenda, knickers off eventually as ordered. Let's hope the 'E' session is as successful.

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  28. My daughter, Stephanie, is 17 now and we had her end of term report on Saturday. Much better than previous ones and I am sure that it is because of rules we introduced some years ago.
    Since that time her 'derriere' has suffered various punishments from very hard caning, to the martinet whip or a heavy leather spanker.
    She's been over Dad's knees, over the back of a chair, over the kitchen table, a desk, or astride a padded trestle. The latter, she said, "got me rather excited"! In all cases it's been a 'knickers off' punishment and she still finds taking them off distasteful.
    For her recent E of T results she will get 4 strokes of the heavy rattan cane and a whipping with the martinet and both will be astride the trestle, showing her all.
    We are glad her performance has improved but there are still improvements which might be made in order to save her bottom and her blushes!

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  29. I just happened to come into Mum's study when she was writing the above post and was shocked as she had not told me what I had in store! I find being over the trestle so revealing without my panties and also as it spreads my legs my pussy reacts and I have no control!
    Last time I did orgasm and that did help mask some of the pain.

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  30. Debbie is not looking forward to the weekend as her bottom has to account for the 2 'E' grades on her E of T Report. I inspected it today, much to her embarrassment, and it's fit for the next stage.
    I think she is now resigned to having no knickers on but is worried whether her punishment might have to be taken 'legs-up' or even nude.
    To make it worse Granny is visiting at the weekend and Debbie knows how strict she was with me and wonders if she might be involved in her 'correction'.
    I think it is good that she has concerns and that will help her strive to improve next term aided by her memory of exposure and pain.
    I will report soon.

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  31. Yes, I bet Debbie is really dreading what is in store for her 'E' performances and I well remember my teen worries in that respect.
    Mum's leather covered trestle was ideal from her point of view because it presented my bottom in an ideal position, keeping my legs parted and buttocks relaxed. However, my girlie charms were blatantly revealed and the leather did nothing to reduce the sensitivity between my legs. Often I was told to "stop humping the trestle" and extra strokes of the cane or whacks of the belt were added as a result. Unfortunately, I was usually 'too far gone' to stop!
    I hope your Debbie has more self control than I had.

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  32. My mother had already arrived when Debbie joined us for breakfast wearing her tiny panties and her see through 'baby-doll' top. She looked rather lovely. She greeted her granny with a kiss wondering, no doubt, what part she might be playing in that mornings punishment.
    After breakfast we went to the study where we sat by the desk. Unfortunately, Debbie's Father was away, but she was probably glad that he would not be attacking her arse.
    There were to be 2 sessions to complete Debbie's punishment and she could choose one punishment from each printed on the paper before her. In each case Debbie would be nude.
    She looked aghast as she read the options but, as I thought, chose No 2 in each session!
    The 1st was either 6 strokes of the light rattan cane laying back diaper fashion on the desk OR 9 strokes of the whalebone riding crop whilst restrained astride the trestle.
    The 2nd was 6 lashes of the leather strap laying back diaper fashion on the desk OR 12 strokes of the Martinet whilst astride the trestle.
    The choice was Debbie's and I guessed she would choose No 2 in each case to avoid a 'legs-up' display despite the 2nd choices being more severe!
    I asked her to strip and she removed her top revealing her pert breasts and dark button nipples. She hesitated, and I had to remind her that she still had her panties on. Reluctantly they came off to show her wispy blonde bush and the 'slit' of her sex.
    She positioned herself on the trestle sliding back & forth to settle down as I buckled the restraint.
    Debbie had not felt the crop before so had a surprise in store!
    I tapped her cheeks before whacking it across them. The reaction was an instant scream but, as she was restrained, she could not move, but just wriggle back and forth. I worked all down her cheeks and finishing on the top of her thighs, probably the most tender spot on a girls rear.
    A crop is thin and raises fine ridged welts whilst the leather end inflicts a burning sensation like the end of a belt.
    Debbie was howling as the pain welled up engulfing her backside and thighs.
    We decided she had received enough punishment and that Part 2 would have to wait.
    Released from the restraint we noticed the padding and her pubes were wet and Debbie bleary eyed. Her cheeks were turning purple from bright red and we had her bend over the desk whilst cold cream was applied to her nates, making her whince and then returned to bed to lay face-down to consider if she had chosen correctly!


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    1. That was some punishment. Why did she choose the crop?
      I had a cropping at stables some years ago over panties and it cut through the material and ,my God, it hurt. I had bruises for weeks. Never again! Poor Debbie!

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    2. Debbie (now 16) had her last E of T Report punishment yesterday.
      Fortunately her Father was at home and we also had Aunt Jackie & Uncle Jim staying .
      For a change Debbie would be dealt with in the conservatory after lunch. As punishment 2 for the'E' grades she had chosen a whipping with the Martinet whilst tethered over the padded trestle instead of 6 lashes of the leather strap diaper fashion, no doubt to avoid 'exposure' but far more painful.
      I told Debbie that after lunch we would be in the Conservatory and she would come in, fully dressed and then strip completly before getting astride the trestle. She remonstrated asking why she couldn't appear in her dressing gown so I told her that the indignity of undressing in front of an audience was all part of the punishment and that if she delayed unnecessarily additional punishment would be added. I suggested she wore some new undies.
      At 2pm she appeared and looked very attractive in a white blouse and short blue skirt. She was asked to explain to her Aunt and Uncle why she was being punished, which she did.
      I then asked her to undress. Blushing profusely she unbuttoned her blouse taking it off to show a brief pink bra. Then her skirt, to show a pair of tiny pink panties. She hesitated before unclipping her bra. Her breasts were well developed for her age (I think the bra was 32b) and she had dark nipples seemingly erect!
      Last, the panties were sliding down over her pubes to show a few wispy blonde hairs around her 'openings'.
      Debbie's bottom is full and her cheeks undulated as she walked to the trestle and still showed some marks from her meeting with the riding crop.
      Mounting the trestle Debbie had her back to the audience so, as her legs spread and the restraint was buckled across her waist, her girlie assets were revealed.
      Aunt and Uncle were seen to be blushing!
      Father tookup the Martinet. Ours has a 9" timber handle and ten 12" long leather thongs.
      In the early days of our marriage after a little infidelity at a party I had felt it next day with 20 lashes across my bum....that's 200 thin leather thongs!
      God it had stung and the red cuts were there for a week!
      Asked if she was ready Debbie said, "Yes". Her Father first dangled the thongs across her cheeks then raised the whip and lashed it down. Debbie yelped moving forward slightly. There was similar reaction to the next 6 lashes until No7 when the end of some thongs touched the curly lips of her exposed pussy! She screamed. Auntie looked shocked, probably imagining the feeling! Uncle stared intently!
      Debbies cheeks and upper thighs were pink with the myriad fine cuts, as the whipping continued.
      Debbie was pushing herself down onto the padding seeking relief of one sort or another.
      At 30 the lashing stopped as each of the last 5 strokes had provoked a scream with continual sobbing in between.
      Debbie lay gasping as I unbuckled the restraint. Her arse was a mass of fine red cuts and must have been very painful. She seemed to be soaked in sweat and the padding was particularly wet below where her pussy had been.
      She looked tired but relaxed and I felt certain she had orgasmed during her whipping. I took her to her room and applied a great amount of soothing cold cream to the whole of the pink area of her arse and thighs.
      Down in the Conservatoty discussion ensued as we all related our lifetimes disciplinary experiences.
      Auntie was very interested to hear of my getting the Martinet in my early years of marriage and I listening to her recollections of dormitory sex and canings at her Boarding School.

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    3. I told you of our daughter, Samantha, who seems to forget curfews when she is out as she says at, now, 16 she is too old for them.
      As we seemed to be getting no where in punishing her bending over anything we decided to acquire a device wherein the occupant could be restrained and punished 'legs-up'!
      Without telling Samantha it was acquired and installed in a barn adjacent to our farmhouse kitchen.
      Everything went well for a time with her home by 10.30pm as required.
      Then one Saturday she arrived home at midnight with no good reason. As it was late we decided to defer correction until Sunday morning after breakfast.
      Knowing it would be a naked caning Samantha came to breakfast in her dressing gown...but little did she know...
      After breakfast we told her that she would be dealt with in the barn and not the study as usual. By her expression she was worried but followed us in as Dad looked the door.
      She was aghast at the sight before her, a padded seat, with a head support, a waist restraint and two tall uprights, one either side of the seat. She sat naked as we raised her legs, clamping her ankles high on the uprights which spread her legs and put her arse in position ready for the cane. Her labia lips, and arsehole were blatantly displayed to the caner and any spectator whilst the arsecheeks were relaxed to best receive the cane. Samantha had never been so exposed and unable to hide her charms. She remained aghast!
      Restrained in that way she received 12 strokes evenly spaced from the the top of her cheeks right down to the undercurve where her thighs join her bumcheeks. She howled as each was applied but to no avail as the old thatched stable was quite soundproofed.
      The weals were turning purple and may well cause her some embarrassment when she showers with other girls after their hockey matches!
      Could be that they will look in admiration and want to touch them!!
      Anyway, will it have cured her waywardness?
      We shall see.

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    4. Loved your update post, Brenda, on Debbie. Very graphic and excellently detailed as a guide for we other parents who are worried about our offsprings disregard to both learning and authority. Hopefully all will come good! We are considering the way forward.

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    5. I read Tina's post with interest. What a way forward with wayward Samantha. Bet her heart sank when she saw your special 'helper!! That was a master shot.
      I am now a single parent and my daughter, Valerie, and son, Richard, are now in their last year at college and generally well behaved. However they tend to 'push the limits' on curfew times and that has led to giving a dose of corporal punishment to offenders as no amount of reasoning has worked. To their horror I easily acquired a rattan cane from Amazon which lives on a hook behind the door of our spare bedroom.
      A few weeks ago Valerie was 2 hrs late arriving home on Saturday without any viable excuse.
      After breakfast on Sunday she was in the spare bedroom.
      She was told to remove her jeans and panties for a caning. "And my panties?", she protested. "Yes, within 10 seconds", I replied " or more strokes will be added!"
      Off they came. I had arranged pillows on the bed and she lay over them. She was told she was to get 6 strokes.
      These I spaced beautifully across her cheeks but was interupted three times by her moving about, so much so that she got 2 extra!
      Then, a few days ago, Richard broke curfew by 2 hours!
      Next day was Saturday and he was in the spare room for a caning. I told him to undress. "Can't I have it over my briefs?" he pleaded. The answer was "No". It soon became obvious why he had asked the question as he blushing and trying to hide an enormous erection without success. I must admit that it was rather impressive!
      I went for a towel to place over the pillows as I suspected an 'accident' might happen.
      Richard has well developed bum cheeks so I thought that the cane will sink into them well. Over the pillows they looked impressive.
      He took the 1st 3 well, just grunting so I laid No 4 in the crease below his cheeks. He yelled and almost turned over allowing his penis to show. I warned him that I would clear the bed and have him lay back and raise his legs if it happened again and now he had an extra stroke to come.
      He settled and had the next 2 with a yelp. The final I laid diagonally across the 6 bright red stripes ..he screamed!
      As I can never carry out a caning uninterupted I am seeking a bench or a replica of Tina's equipment.
      My Mum has told me I can have her old leather spanking bench so that's the best cheap answer.
      I remember her punishing me, tethered over that in my teens!
      I think Valerie & Richard are in for a surprise when they can't leap up.

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    6. Good plan, Eve. Restraint over a bench will solve all the problems as resistance is impossible and strokes can be accurately laid. A towel under the offender is recommended as a bench often excites.

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    7. I was a tearaway in my late teens and never took a spanking or caning punishment properly, always wriggling or leaping up but that all changed when my Granny gave Mum her old spanking trestle. It had a (stained) padded top about 6" wide and was around 4' 6" long. It came with a restraint which went across the subjects waist, so upward movement was impossible. Because of its width, legs were spread and cheeks relaxed so you had NO secrets when astride the trestle!
      I was first on it when I was 17. I had been extremely rude to visiting relatives and was promised an 'exemplary punishment' next day after breakfast.
      The trestle was in the conservatory and' in view of my offence I should strip completel! I was gobsmacked!
      since early years no one had seen me naked and at 17 my bra was a 32b and 'down below' my pubic hair hardly covered the bulge of my pubis and protruding lips. But to no avail I had to strip. Thankfully only my parents were present.
      I settled astride the trestle legs parted and nipples brushung the padding. God I felt exposed and, with the restraint buckled, trapped!
      I was told I was to get 6 lashes of Dad's belt from him and then 10 strokes of Granny's old cane from Mum.
      There was no point in trying to protest.
      The belt hurt but prepared my cheeks for the wicked cane.
      During the strapping my pussy and nipples were rubbing the padding and sending messages! I prayed I would not orgasm! Lash 10 given, my arse was sore and my charms hot and 'on the brink'!
      Mum's hand brushed over my throbbing cheeks.
      Next I felt the tap of the cane.....taking aim....and a searing burn across my cheeks. Over the trestle I could not move and 'that feeling' was welling up again. After stroke 3 on my undercheek it exploded as I made the most of the little fore and aft movement possible.
      Mum remarked on my 'lack of control' and my being 'a dirty little madam' and Dad said, "She deserves to have 3 strokes added"......And so they were!
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    8. I've read with interest all the posts about boys found wanking in private over the corner of a bed and thought it would never happen to me. I am 18 but still live at home. My Father is very strict and I sometimes hear him punishing my step-Mum for some misbehaviour but usually, she tells me, it leads to sex.
      Over the weekend I woke late and sporting an erection which just would not subside. So I did what I always have done.
      Unfortunately my Step-Mum came in as I was naked and humping the bed. She was shocked and said she would tell Father. I pleaded for her not to as I knew that would mean a hard caning! She seemed to be admiring my penis as
      she thought for a while and then agreed that she would deal with me next week when Father is at work.
      I now wonder how: the belt, Strap or cane, 'on the bare' or naked ....and what that might lead to?

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    9. My Step Mum has just told me that Father will be away overnight so she can deal with me for my "self abuse", as she calls it, this evening. From her expression I think she is looking forward to it! I wonder what she has in mind? Quite honestly, so am I. I think she might be shocked with the uncontrollable erection facing her.

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  33. I only came across Lanka Caning Stories recently but I thought followers might like an update on an actual caning in Srilanka!
    I was visiting old friends in Galle who have a daughter, Anusha.
    She is now 17 and a very pretty girl.
    Late one afternoon, over tea, my hosts told me that before supper Anusha was to be punished and that they would like me to be there to add 'gravity' to the matter.
    Who was I to refuse especially when such a lovely girl was involved?
    At 6.30pm we were in the lounge chatting when Anusha arrived in what I think was a full length sari. She looked gorgeous with her long dark hair and kovely brown skin.
    My host asked her to explain to me why she was there. She looked at the floor, clearly embarrassed and slowely said that she had been caught 'skinny dipping' with a boy and she was to be caned!
    I was astounded, and wondered, "How?"
    "Undress, Anusha", said her Father," and bend over the leather sofa".
    In front of the 3 of us Anusha nervously undressed clearly very embarrassed . She stopped when in her bra and tiny panties and was told, "And those!" She obeyed. "WOW", I thought.
    Anusha was tall and had a wonderfully shapely figure with full pert breasts and dark areolae and nipples. Her waist was slim, flairing into shapely hips and a lovely bubble butt of a bottom. A triangle of dark pubic hair was visible between her legs but hardly covered the curly lips of her charms. By this time I was feeling a distinct hardness down below.
    Anusha was told to bend over the leather sofa with her hands down on the seat cushion and place her legs about a foot apart.
    From where I was sitting she had no secrets. Her dark arse cheeks looked so lovely and with her very dark puckered arsehole clearly visible above her curly lips.
    Father admonished her on her skinny dipping and liaison with the boy and picked up the metre long yellow rattan cane from the coffee table.
    "As this is your 2nd offence you will get 7 strokes across your bottom and 3 across the top of your thighs".
    "NOOOO!" said Anusha........She was warned that for any argument strokes would be added. She was told to be ready.
    The cane was raised above shoulder height and whipped down across her cheeks. Anusha screamed! After 10 seconds another.... then another....and another. She was warned to "Stay down!" She did but seemingly squirming in agony. Against her dark skin the lines of the cane looked angry, but Father continued to finish caning her cheeks.
    He waited for about 20 seconds before delivering the 1st of the 3 strokes on her thighs. Anusha leapt up clutching her cheeks.
    " As you won't stay down we will have you on the coffee table for the last two plus one!". Anusha looked agog!...but knew better than to answer back.
    Her Mother helped her to the coffee table where she sat on it, laid back, and raised her legs in the air with her hands behind her knees just as if she had done it before!
    She really looked beautiful in that position although I could not help feeling sorry for her.
    I think her Father felt that too as the next 3 strokes were much lighter and each was met with just a loud yelp.
    Anusha was helped up and gathered up her clothes before being told supper would be at 9pm as she scurried from the room.
    We arranged a pile of cushions for her to perch on for supper.
    When she came into the room there was no one else there as she came over to me and kissed me on the cheek, saying, "You know me a little better now!"
    "Yes," I said, "Intimately!" and gave her a hug.
    We often email one another and she tells me of her problems and of her punishments!








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    1. What an excellent post Robert and it really brings 'Lanka Caning' back to its roots.
      Srilankan girls and women are very attractive to we westerners and you have highlighted the beauty of Anusha in your post. Obviously it's an experience you (& she!) will never forget.
      I hope your post may persuade others to relate their experiences in that lovely country.

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    2. Hello Robert & Colin.
      Nice to hear from you. As a Srilankan I have been very much in touch with what goes on in our villages and towns and have a keen interest in corporal punishment as I was often subjected to it in my teen years.
      I think Robert's detailed post on Anusha's caning was excellent and showed what went on even in ordinary family life. I will talk with my friends.

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    3. I met my friend, Shalini, yesterday and I showed Robert's post to her. Shalini is 18 and still lives at home with very strict parents.
      She enjoyed reading it and said that corporal punishment is still very much part of life in many families including hers.
      She still has curfew times and being anything more than 10 minutes late will mean punishment. Usually It will be a cane across her bare bottom and delayed to the next Friday evening when the family gather before dinner. Shalini has a sister, Kayla, and a brother, Agara, and it's not unusual for all of them to pay for their misdeads on a Friday.
      If relatives are visiting then they are invited to attend.
      Last Friday all 3 had canings and Shalini said it was very embarrassing to bare her shapely bottom in front of 6 people when she was caned bending across the kitchen table with her back towards them. She said she tried to keep her legs together but after 4 strokes those watching would have had clear views of her charms as she moved about Altogether she got 8. Kayla, who is 16, had been caught 'skinny dipping' with boys and had to strip for her 12 lash strapping with a thick leather belt. Shalini said that Kayla's little pointed breasts and dark nipples were 'stars of the evening'!
      Last of all, 17 year old Agara was bare below the waist for 6 strokes of the heavy rattan for ignoring 2 curfews.
      Everyone present had view of Agara's considerable assets as he had difficulty controlling his excitement. The females seemed fascinated, said Shalini, probably imagining what they could do with them in other circumstances.
      So, it seems Corporal punishment is still practiced in parts of Srilanka.
      I will post again if I have further information.


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    4. Very interesting, Anu. A very graphic description by your friend, Shalini. Doesn't seem much has changed in that part of the Country despite reformers trying their utmost.

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    5. I am Anusha's mother and I don't like the sort of punishment she had but my husband won't listen to me. In fact on the same evening I complained to him about her caning and when we were in our bedroom getting ready for bed I was taking my knickers off and he pulled me over his knees and spanked my bottom for nearly 5 minutes. I was very sore.
      That aroused him and he had me over the bed. I think my hot arse excited him more and he felt BIG and exploded!

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    6. Oh dear, Ariana, you had better be quiet or it might be the cane next time! Sounds a bit unfair as you were only giving your opinion but he seems to have got excited by your bare bum!

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    7. My spanking came as quite a surprise but, it did lead to something I haven't had for years!
      However, Anusha was in trouble again a few days ago.
      We had long suspected that she had a boyfriend although she denies it. Last Friday evening she went to a party and would be expected home by her curfew time of 11 pm.
      It was ten past midnight when she arrived.
      Her Father was furious and suddenly asked me to lift Anusha's small skirt! I did so to much complaint from her revealing that she was not wearing panties!
      We were both shocked and suspected she had had some sexual activity during the evening. She had nothing to say and just blushed.
      As it was late we told her we would deal with her after breakfast the next day and to come to breakfast in her nightie.
      Next morning a very worried girl appeared in her tiny nightie but wearing panties too.
      After breakfast we went into the lounge where we had set up a padded bench.
      Anusha was asked again for an explanation but remained silent. She was told to take off her panties and bend over the bench. She was reminded of her last caning where she received 10 strokes and told she would get 12 but this time from the senior rattan cane.
      She was shocked and burst into tears.
      There were still slight marks from her last punishment on her cheeks. Father asked me to hold her arms from the front.
      The caning began. Only the 1st two were taken silently and then a grunt, yelp or scream from every one. They were applied hard and were raising awful weals from the top of her cheeks down to the thighs. Short skirts would be off the menu for some time.
      Her movements on the bench only made things worse as some strokes crossed others to ear piercing screams and
      all her charms were revealed as she rolled about.
      12 promised and 12 given I helped Anusha to her bedroom where she lay face down.
      Her arse was black, blue and red, with raised weals when I looked in 4 hours later and spread cold cream on her cheeks and thighs.
      We still know nothing of her relationships and just hope she won't fall pregnant by not taking precautions.


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    8. Poor Anusha, such a beautiful young girl but with such an attractive arse. But she has to learn not to do stupid things .

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    9. I find it rather sad that a young man's natural feelings are being repressed by giving him a severe caning for doing what comes naturally in the privacy of his bedroom. Likewise, if you cane a boy who is already erect it will most probably result in ejaculation!

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    10. I was shocked when a friend told me that my punishments had been the subject of posts on Lanka Caning so I thought I would post too.
      I agree that I have been very naughty from time to time and that I have deserved to be punished although I think the number of strokes given has been excessive for a young girl's arse.
      But I think naked caning is not right for a teen girl making her show her developing breasts and nipples and her coochie.
      Caning on the bare bottom is not nice but a girl should be allowed to wear a thong therefore covering her coochie.
      Many of my girlfriends at college have been caned but say they never have had to show their private parts.
      Thank you for reading my post.

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    11. Wow, Anusha, how shocking. I think I would have died to have shown EVERYTHING and to spectators! I've had the cane but with tiny panties pulled up into my crease and I've always wetted them!

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    12. I am now 18 but during my earlier teen years had many canings as I was very disobedient and mischevous.
      I would always be bare bottomed but for serious matters, naked. If I jumped up during a caning I would be told to sit on the table "legs-up". My coochie and butthole would be on display and my boobs splaying out under my arms. But as my arse hurt so much I just did not care.
      So, Anusha, it wasn't only you who bared all.

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    13. Thank you Rashmi, nice to know another girl has had total exposure. I hope I don't get it again, but I doubt if that's possible! Perhaps I could make a video...might be popular!

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    14. My goodness, Rashmi, I spoke too soon!
      Yesterday we had a visit from an old Aunt. I really don't like her from her spanking me when I was very young and staying with her. Yesterday I was very rude to her and I was told I would be punished this evening with her present. I wouldn't be surprised if it were a serious caning! Oh dear!

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    15. That was awful to give your Aunt a cane! I remember when I was a visitor to your house and witnessed your being caned for'skinny dipping' with a boy. I will never forget your beauty.
      I was astounded that you were punished nude and then 'legs-up'. After that I felt I knew you intimately.
      The one thing good that came from your latest caning was that lovliest of feelings...an orgasm.
      Do take care not to have to expose your bottom again too soon!!

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    16. You are naughty Robert, but I am glad my charms didn't go unnoticed. In fact I am getting used to displaying them.

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    17. Following on from my earlier post regarding caning in Srilanka I have been gathering information from friends and families I know.
      Caning is still practised in many households for children up to their teens. Some retain their pants or knickers but most are caned on their bare bottoms as it's thought to be more effective and also embarrassing. Many are still caned in front of family as it is thought it instills discipline by showing what will happen if you misbehave. This happens most to teen girls as they seem most likely to have misbehaved or have the most attractive bums!
      Surprisingly, many wives still get disciplined by their husbands especially if caught or suspected of having an 'affair'.
      One very attractive lady told me her husband had given her 12 strokes of the cane across her naked bottom and her cheeks were swollen for days. However, she said it encouraged him to have 'doggy sex' with her which she enjoyed!
      I will report again if I have more information.

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    18. As a wife in Srilanka (but born in Germany) I can vouch for what Anu says. I flirted with men at a party recently and my husband was not pleased! We had both drunk a lot but when we got home after midnight he said he was going to punish me. I stripped to my bra and thong and he got a cane from the cupboard. Over the kitchen table he lashed my bum 12 times making me scream as the pain was awful. The weals took 3 days to subside and I shall be very careful in future not to be caught!

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    19. I think 12 strokes rather excessive on a female bum especially one that was bare as a thong covers nothing except a girl's charms. Do be more careful next time you fancy another man.
      It's not rocket science you know!

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    20. For some months I have read some wonderful posts on Lanka Caning and have plucked up courage to post myself.
      During my teen years I often went out without panties as this gave so much more freedom for fun with boyfriends.
      Coming home after curfew one evening Mum did a spot check of lifting my mini-skirt and that resulted in a very sore hand spanked bum before bed. After that I acquired some 'open crotch' panties which seemed a perfect answer until they were discovered at a similar breaking of curfew !
      I was called a deceitful little bitch and my o/c panties were confiscated. It was obvious why I had them.
      The following evening after supper I was in Father's Study in my nightie.
      I was lectured and saw a cane on his desk. I had no idea there was one in the house!
      A cushion had been placed on the desk and nightie raised I bent over it. I was told that I would get 6 for the original 'no panties' night and 6 for the 'crotchless panties'.
      I had never been caned before. After 3 I leapt up clutching my cheeks and again after 5.
      I was told to sit on the desk and lay back raising my legs! I couldn't believe what I was hearing!
      I felt exposed. I was told I would get an added 3 strokes.
      The caning recommenced but at 9 I squirted and lay sobbing.
      I was told to clean up and go to bed.
      Next evening despite a very bruised bum I got 6 hard strokes on my thighs amidst my screams.
      A lesson learned the hard way.


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    21. Yes, crotchless panties and parents don't mix as you only have them on for one thing, usually illicit sex where it's not convenient to remove ordinary ones. I lived in France and
      whenever I went out with boyfriends I would wear crotchless and, thank goodness, my parents never knew. I had some wonderful fucks in the car! Access excellent!
      If they had I am sure my bum would have been black and blue from the thongs of their martinet and one of the lashes, as always, would have been aimed up between my legs to sting my privates to discourage me in future.
      Wasn't growing up wonderful?

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    22. I remember so many thrashings with the martinet as I grew up in France. Early days it was on the back of my legs and visible to everyone in first school. It was nothing to see 6 kids or more with whip marks on their legs.
      When in my teens it was given on my bare bum and thighs with knickers down.
      Again in the showers after PE there could be 8 girls out of a class of 20 with marked bums and thighs, some having been lightly whipped and others thrashed!
      My worst whipping was when I was 16 and caught skinny dipping with boys in the local river.
      i was given a thrashing by my granny and she really laid it on.
      Naked, over her bench, she gave me 20 lashes of the 8 tailed martinet which meant 160 thongs striking my arse and thighs! I was SORE for days, but the worst lash was the one given 'up between my legs' catching the lips of my pussy and my arsehole. That one had me howling and I was aching for ages.

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    23. Thanks for reminding me, Bridgette. I really didn't know what it was at the time but I realised later that the 1st orgasm I had was when girls were feeling the weals on my bum when we were showering together. Some of their fingers went deeper between my cheeks than necessary. Happy days.

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    24. I was brought up in France and was well acquainted with the Martinet as most girls who attended my school seemed to be. Most homes seemed to have a Martinet in use!
      I also remember our PE lessons in the Gym and the marks on girls bums when revealed in the showers afterwards.
      We seemed happy to compare them. Some were mere thin red lines whilst others showed deep ridges as if cut by thongs laid on hard.
      Mine usually fell into that category and many of the other girls wanted to 'feel' them!
      One of our Gym Mistresses seemed to take a great interest and often felt girls bottoms usually well received!
      She later had a Martinet in the Gym and poor performances were often rewarded by a dose with our gym knickers pulled up between our cheeks. Over the course of a term I think we all tasted her whip, especially the attractive ones,and, in turn, felt each others bottoms.
      Just like Janie my 1st 'feelings' were brought on by 'fingering' in the changing rooms which set us up for life.
      Yes, growing up was wonderful!

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    25. My granny was French & kept a Martinet which I often felt when naughty.
      She had the nasty habit of finishing a whipping with a flick up between my spread cheeks which would be "something to remember" she always said.
      She was right as my protruding pussy lips and my puckered arsehole would ache for days so no sex or masturbation was ensured!

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    26. Love your reminiscences of the martinet, the nasty little French whip. I was raised by an Aunt in France who was very practised with the martinet.
      In pre teen days I remember having it applied to the back of my legs and it stung like bees. Everyone knew you had felt it as your skin was covered in short red cuts below your shorts.
      In my teens it was pants down to received a decorated bum.
      Just like some of the girls posting, if Auntie wanted to make a particular point she would flick the last stroke up between my legs. Leather thongs and a boys scrotum don't mix and it would make me shriek with pain and my balls would ache for hours. Peeing was really painful. My step sister, Brigette, would also be whipped and often complained to me of that final flick up between the legs. I remember once that she had been extremely naughty with the boy next door and she had received a naked whipping where the final flick had been up under her developing boobs! Not nice at all as she showed me the red cuts on that very sensitive area..
      Yes, as many have said, wasn't growing up wonderful?

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    27. I never knew anything about a martinet until staying in France with cousin Yvonne. We were inquisitive teens and got into all sorts of scrapes.
      The worst was being caught by a local farmer helping ourselves to apples in his orchard.
      He took us into his farmhouse and was going to call the Gendarmarie. My cousin pleaded with him & eventually he agreed to punish us.
      My french wasn't good but I made out some of the conversation.
      Eventually Yvonne said that we are going to get the martinet and we have to take our shorts and knickers off to be thrashed au naturale. I was shocked as no man had seen me bare down below.
      We undressed in the kitchen as the farmer smiled and watched intently. Thinking back it must have been quite a thrill to see two well developed teenage girls revealing their charms and standing hands on head as instructed!
      A long trestle had been brought in to the kitchen and Yvonne was told to mount it. She got astride and the view of her girlie charms was complete!
      He patted her cheeks before lashing the 6 tailed whip across them from left and right. She yelped, grunted and shrieked as the tails bit. Altogether she got 12 strokes which meant 72 thongs had contacted her bum! Little wonder it was covered in bright red cuts.
      I was next and the farmer patted my bottom and ran his fingers up between my cheeks and over my arsehole, commenting, "Tres bonne, petite femme Anglaise"
      The whip lashed in and I screamed, never having felt such a pain before. From left and right the thongs rained down as I squelled and humped the trestle.
      Told to stand the farmer examined our bum cheeks feeling them with his hands which exagerated the pain of the cuts.
      He then fetched our shorts and knickers and watched as we dressed.
      That was my first introduction to the martinet but not my last!

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    28. I got the cane last night and my bum is swollen and sore this morning as I lay on my stomach typing this.
      I am 17 and have a strict curfew at 10pm until I am 18 when I am told I can please myself.
      I was at a dance and forgot the time. Mum & Dad were waiting for me when I got in at 11.10!!
      The cane was already on the kitchen table so I had to unhook my mini skirt and take off my tiny panties which really only covered my coochie but I am told removal of them is part of the punishment.
      I was told it would be a serious caning as I was over 1 hour late. Half an hour usually means 6 hard whacks so I was worried and also because Mum had been told to hold my hands across the table meaning I was restrained.
      Dad started on my undercheeks, the most painful part and laid 3 close together as I screamed. He then worked up my bottom expertly laying them about half an inch apart as I saw in the mirror this morning. I was in PAIN and letting them know it. I was counting and 7, 8, ....when would he stop?
      Unfortunately not until 12 had be given and I lay sobbing on the table. In my bedroom I saw my bum swollen and turning blue.........oh for my 18th birthday!
      I managed to finger myself to an orgasm early this morning very careful to avoid touching my stripes or being interupted by Mum as my parents consider it 'self abuse' and the punishment for it is, you've guessed, a caning!
      I really am looking forward to my 18th birthday when a present to myself will be a nice little sex toy with which to please my coochie.



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    29. Juliette was punished because she ignored her curfew and congratulations to her parents for doing so.
      We think 12 strokes of the rattan cane rather excessive but don't know her history of disobedience.
      Both of us were regularly thrashed for disobedience and grew up to be reasonably responsible adults.
      Our daughter, Samantha who is now 18 , knows that a knickers down or even a naked caning awaits her if she breaks curfew that she is careful not to do so.
      However she is not an angel and some weeks ago she was seen skinny dipping with a boy in our local river.
      A neighbour took a video and gave it to us.
      Samantha was gobsmacked when we showed her.
      That evening the family gathered and viewed the video before a naked Samantha was put over a spanking bench and was given 20 lashes of a heavy leather strap.
      We are sure those gathered loved to see Samantha's lovely body bared and the state of her arse when punishment was complete.
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    30. A friend of mine told me that my parents had posted on Lanka Caning. Now everybody knows of my whipping!
      My bum is still sore but I prefer the strap to the cane and it doesn't produce thin painful ridges on my arse.
      During my strapping I almost came but managed to avoid it as my spurting would have been more of a spectacle than just having my privates on display.
      But I was so turned on by the pulsing heat of the leather.
      I'm glad it wasn't a martinet as my cousin in France gets.
      She says a thong catching her pussy lips makes her scream and she says she isn't comfortable for days so can't have sex or even masturbate!

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    31. You took your punishment well, Samantha, much better than when I was caned back in the day.
      I really felt for you having to strip and get astride the bench over which I had been whipped many times in my youth but never naked. Grandad was impressed too!

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    32. Love your post, Juliette, but your punishment was too severe for a young girl.
      I was caught masturbating last week and Mum was shocked seeing the Magazine I was reading. Dad was called and he took the Mag saying it was disgusting. I was still naked.
      He fetched a thick leather belt and had me stay over the corner of the bed whilst he lashed my bum. I had not cum & was told to stop immediately as I had started humping the bed as I was so near & couldn't stop.
      The belt was whipped down and I lost count at 20 and spurted!! I was called a dirty boy and told that in 3 days when my bum has recovered a little I would be caned.
      I must make sure I satisfy myself before that punishment as I've never been caned.

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  34. Thanks Granny. Did I get Grandad in a mood to 'pleasure' you that evening? I was very 'naughty' afterwards!

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  35. Yes, Samantha, I was surprised. When we were getting ready for bed he smacked my bare bottom but only with his hand and we did 'get together'. All your fault, young lady!

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  36. I think Samantha got what she deserved for such a naughty thing as skinny dipping with a boy at her age and in public.
    However the down side is that her 'punishment exhibition' may well lead to her enjoying such things in future and needing a warmed bum to become turned on.
    I had a very strict upbringing and from an early age was 'turned on' by having my bottom warmed. My earliest recollection is having a stange but rather nice feeling 'down below' when being hand spanked 'on the bare' when I was 13! At 15 I got the cane for the first time and on the 3rd stroke I squirted all over the table! My parents were livid and had me clean up before the caning was continued with me bending over in the bathroom. From then on punishments were nude in the bathroom.
    All this made me rather reliant on stimulation or warming of my arse by flagellation before I can fully enjoy sex.
    Fortunately my partner loves dealing with my bare arse accordingly!

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    1. Yes, that can well happen. I think punishment of a teen should be carried out in private and, if thought necessary, the bum might be bared so that the implement used is felt.
      I don't agree that a teens legs should be spread or support leg-up punishment.
      Punishment should be deserved and not be sexual titilation for onlookers. I was often punished in front of relatives and, when 17, once naked. That shame was worse than the pain inflicted and it took me years to get over it.

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  37. Wow, you are in for some pain.
    I think you presented yoursef in the wrong way for your caning.
    Rather than in your finest and sexiest undies I would have put on a pair of my frumpiest big knickers to take away the appeal of taking them off.
    Try it next time you are going to be thrashed.....good luck.

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  38. I think Samantha-Jane is getting what she deserves...canings.
    Too many attractive women seem to think sexual dalliance is all part of life and flaunt their charms.
    Her 37 inch bottom should be well padded enough to endure her thrashings. She got away light in my view as one hard 12 stroke caning would be far more painful and leave a deep impression in her memory as well as on her cheeks!

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  39. When my, now ex Belinda, strayed I gave her an ultimatum to accept CP or go! The first time she accepted.
    My grandfather was a headmaster before he retired and left me his 4 canes: a junior girls, a junior boys, a senior girls and a senior boys. I proposed 3 strokes with each cane given in one session and applied to her thighs, undercheeks and butt.
    She was apprehensive but eventually agreed.
    She would be naked and the strokes on her thighs & undercheeks would be given in the legs-up position which she said she did not like.
    I used the junior canes on her in that revealing position.
    In my study, and unknown to Belinda, I had set up my surveilance camera before we began.
    The junior canes stung and she yelped at every stroke.
    For the bum caning she was over a small table and I strapped a leg to each of the uprights.
    Both senior canes were heavy but the boys really left deep blue weals much to her displeasure and agony.
    I left her over the table for 10 minutes unable to rub her aching bum.
    For 6 months all went well but then another "fling". She refused punishment and we were divorced.

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  40. I was punished recently for very naughty flirting at a party.
    My partner has often hand spanked me before sex (which I enjoy) so being threatened with punishment wasn't surprising or particularly scary.
    However I didn't know that Gerry had acquired a martinet whip from a friend! He didn't tell me and I didn't know until I was over the back of the settee bare bummed and it was lashed across my cheeks. WOW!!
    The thongs seemed to cut the skin, little wonder French kids didn't like being whipped on the back of their legs. I was whipped from left and right so the ends of the leathers seemed to dig into the crease between my cheeks.
    Gerry had moved my legs apart when I first bent over and I thought little of it until a leather thong touched the labia lips of my prominent pubes. I let out an ear piercing screech as the pain was awful.
    The cheek whipping hurt but was bearable but my pussy suffered the final lash as the 6 thongs were aimed up between my legs ensuring no comfortable sex for some time. I haven't worn panties for days as I am sore between my cheeks and down below.
    I must try to be good!

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  41. My daughter recently heard of Lanka Caning through a friend and has just told me about it.
    I am now 82 and was brought up in the days of CP at school and at home. At school it was always a caning, usually gym-slip raised and 4 or 6 on your knickers in front of the Class. If it was for a serious offence you would be sent to the Head. I went there twice. The Head's Secretary was always present and after making an entry in the Punishment Book she would raise my gym-slip and pull my knickers down to my knees.
    The Head would take a cane off the wall and tap it between my legs to move them apart to relax the buttocks before tapping them lightly as a sign to "be ready". I would then hold my breathe as the cane whistled down. The Head would always cane hard to dissuade further visits and you always got 6 strokes. The Secretary would then pull up my knickers and adjust the gym-slip and give me a tissue to dry my eyes! The 6 marks across my bum would be there for at least a week aggravated by my knickers.
    A note of a Head's Caning would be sent home and my bum inspected by my parents. After both my Head's canings Father gave me 6 with his belt "for good measure", the strap really igniting the weals already across my cheeks.
    My daughter also recalled her punishments too, not at school as CP had been banned, but at home where a Detention at school meant a thrashing at home.
    That was given at bed time when she would raise her nightie and bend over the bed for the belt.
    Usually a dozen got her yelling but often 24 if it was a 2nd offence in a month. Her bum would be blue for some time.
    I must tell my friends about Lanka Caning's wonderful stories.

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    1. Love your post, Liza. I also heard of Lanka Caning from my daughter and am about the same age as you are.
      The stories bring back many memories often very painful ones.
      I went to a private girls boarding school where discipline was very strict and the cane in frequent use in the classroom, the Head's office and in Assembly for serious breaches of discipline, particularly "lesbian liaisons".
      All 80 girls would assemble to witness the caning of 2 or more miscreants. The relevant number of desks would be put on stage and the girls would have to bend over them with their backs toward the audience.
      But first the girls would remove their gymslips, knickers and blouses but were allowed to retain their bra.
      Once over the desks the Head would tap their legs apart and so most girls, except the really plump ones would have their "openings" revealed to the audience.....punishment in itself to many.
      The Assembly would be lectured on the sin of lesbianism by the Head whilst bending her long rattan cane.
      She would then announce the number of strokes to be given.
      Usually it was 12 but if for a 2nd offence it could be 18!
      The Assembly was hushed as the 1st was delivered, usually so hard as to make the recipient SCREAM.
      Then the next was given to girl no. 2 and so the pain grew in the 1st girls cheeks.
      I remember one girl who was getting 18 fainting after 12 and having to be revived!
      After such punishment the girls would often have to spend a few days in the medical centre having their damaged bottoms cared for.
      But it was no surprise that behaviour improved vastly after viewing a "public" caning.

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    2. I went to a private school where caning was often used.
      Usually it was over a girl's knickers and given by the Head with the Secretary present who completed the Punishment Book. You could get 4 or 6 strokes.
      Exceptionally, for serious offences, it was applied to a girl's naked buttocks and to the top of her thighs. An "exemplary caning" could be up to 9 strokes spaced from mid thigh to the top of the girl's cheeks. Very painful!
      Her parent (s) would be requested to attend and to lower the girl's knickers to signify agreement with the caning.
      I had one such caning which was awfully embarrassing.
      I was lectured by the Head before bending across the desk.
      The Secretary raised my gymslip and then asked my Mother to lower my knickers which she did.
      I got 9 strokes for "bringing the School into disrepute" by stealing sweets from a local shop.
      I had never felt so much pain and the bruises on my thighs were horrenous. I rolled side to side legs flailing so had no secrets from the onlookers. It must have been quite a display! In showers after Gym lessons my classmates were in awe and ran their fingers over my weals being were very sympathetic.


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    3. The first time your knickers are lowered is devastating for a girl as very personal and private parts of her body are revealed.
      I was only 15 when it happened to me. I remember my breasts were well formed and I had my first bra. My bum was very trim and the crease of my bulging pubes seemed to be opening. Like many who have posted on Lanka Caning I had been caught scrumping apples and the orchard owner who knew my parents had marched me home.
      They were livid and asked him to stay and witness my punishment.
      Up until then I had been hand spanked over my knickers for bad behaviour but that day it all changed.
      I was told to remove my jeans AND knickers and bend over the corner of the kitchen table thus parting my legs! I nearly died of humiliation as my bum was towards the onlookers, cheeks parted, and I knew just what they could see.
      Dad got his wide belt and whacked my arse at least 24 times.
      Never having had more than a hand spanking over knickers it was a shock and so painful.
      I will never forget the smile on the orchard owners face as he left saying "you've a very nice bottom"!
      Whenever I saw him afterwards I could not stop blushing.

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    4. Lucky you, Anna, as got the belt.
      My first bare bum punishment was a caning, so different from a hand spanking or even a leather belt.
      A cane, especially a thin whippy one, really cuts into a girl's bum cheeks and on the top of the thighs it is worse.
      I always got 3 strokes on the fullness of my cheeks and then 3 from the 'undercheek' down.
      Not only were they very painful but also often visible under a short skirt.
      In my days at school & college corporal punishment was commonplace and we often 'compared marks' especially in the showers after gym lessons when girls felt each others bottoms. The marks and ridges caused by my canings were always amongst the best on show!

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    5. Yes, Lucy, those ridges caused a lot of pain but, sometimes, pleasure too.
      I also had time at a Boarding School with shared rooms.
      If either me or my roommate had been caned we would risk sharing a bed for a little time after lights-out.
      She would cream my bum and run her fingers into my intimate places thus relaxing me and always bringing me to a shaking orgasm. I did the same for her many times and really enjoyed it.
      Thankfully we were never caught as those caught were given a caning in Assembly the next morning, usually stripped and 9 hard strokes applied.

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  42. Mum told me she had posted on Lanka Caning, the naughty old lady!
    I well remember my beltings at home as the school always notified Detentions. I didn't like exposing my bum and privates but the belt always had me wriggling about showing my all! But that became insignificant especially if I got 24 whacks. The throbbing heat really affected me and I needed my fingers not only down below but rubbing my very sensitive nipples.
    My daughter is still young but for any misbehaviour she will get her bum hand spanked usually over her knicks but if she has been very naughty off they come and she gets a taste of my leather strap which ensures she is good for weeks to come!
    Love the posts on Lanka Caning. Great memories!

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  43. Mum caught me masturbating last night enjoying my rabbit toy (which she never knew I had!).
    She whacked my bum with her belt and really warmed it up so much so that I came over the end of the bed.
    Then she went off with my toy!

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  44. It seems my parents recently read posts on Lanka Caning about school detentions and that some parents had decided that a detention at school means a physical punishment at home.
    I am currently at senior school and have never had any form of corporal punishment before.
    That all changed this week when I came home from school over 1 hour late. Mum had phoned the school and was told of my detention.
    When Dad arrived home I was told to go to my room, remove my knickers and then come to the study which I did.
    To my horror there was a cane on the table and Dad explained it was his father's which he had felt many times in his youth and had been left to him. It looked ominous.
    A blanket had been placed on the corner of the table and I was told to remove my skirt and put my hands on my head.
    I was so aware of being naked below the waist as I faced my parents and was lectured about detentions.
    Eventually I was told to bend over the corner of the table and my legs were tapped apart.
    Mum held my hands from the other side of the table.
    Dad told me that as it was my 1st caning I would 'only' get 4 strokes and to be ready.
    WOW, the 1st was put on my undercheeks and really made me jump. The pain was unbelievable! The next was put on the centre of my cheeks and 3rd & 4th on either side of that. I shrieked as they cut in and rolled side to side as the pain pulsed.
    I lay there panting and sobbing until I was told to get up and that next time I would get 6!
    Now, 2 days later, I am still sore but have now put knickers on as I went without the morning after.
    Thank goodness no one knew!



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  45. That was certainly a wake-up call Jenny.
    My experience was rather similar and I felt a cane for the first time at 16. Although that was now some 8 years ago the memory of it is as vivid as ever.
    I didn't know there was a cane in the house as in earlier days my bum was slapped over my knickers and whilst it stung a little it did not inflict any lasting pain.
    A very poor end of term report led to my first caning.
    Mum and Dad were disgusted with the number of C,D and E grades and said I needed a short, sharp, shock and that I would get 1 stroke of the cane for each C, 2 for each D and 3 for an E.
    On my current report that meant 9 strokes!
    I would get them in 2 days time on the Friday evening so I had the weekend to recover. I had several sleepless nights worrying about my punishment.
    I arrived from school on the Friday and was told to come to the dining room at 6pm in my school uniform but without my knickers.
    I was shocked as no one had seen me bare below the waist since I was a baby! I asked if I could wear a thong but was told, "No!"
    In the dining room I was told to remove my short skirt which I did.
    I was lectured and told to bend over the table.
    Dad picked up the long rattan cane bending it into almost a circle and then whipping it through the air before lashing it across my bottom. I shot upright grabbing my cheeks only to be told that if I did it again I would be caned in a different position.
    I took the next two before leaping up again.
    "Right young lady sit on the table, lay back and raise your legs in the air supporting them with your hands behind your knees".
    I couldn't believe what I was hearing but, threatened with more strokes did so.
    Now I was really exposed as whether apart or together my legs gave no cover to the bulge of my pussy and the puckered opening of my arse. I just burst into tears....short lived, as the cane was lashed down again and again and again as I yelped, screamed and rolled side to side.
    Then it was over as I lay gasping and holding my throbbing cheeks.
    My grades improved drastically and I acheived excellent final exam results, but that 'legs-up' caning will never be forgotten!

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    1. Monica, that was awful you poor girl.
      I think I would have died of shock. Little wonder you still remember it! Have you been caned since?

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    2. I really enjoy reading Lanka Caning as it brings back so many memories both good and bad. I grew up in the days of corporal punishment at school and at home. My parents were strict with a capital "S"! Any misbehaviour or cheekiness would result in a spanking, thrashing or caning.
      In early years it was hand spanking on my bare bottom but from age 13 it was the 2 tailed Scottish Tawse which left awful raised welts and bruising when applied to my naked bum and thighs and the marks lasted for weeks.
      My school reports were very important to my parents and poor grades meant only one thing....a thorough punishment
      after bath time and carried out in the nude! This was particularly distressing to a shapely, well developed 16 year old girl!
      Depending on the grades it could be 6 , 9, or 12 strokes or it might be divided into two sessions if more were due!
      My worst was a strapping of 20 lashes followed by 9 strokes of the Senior Girls Cane 7 days later. The marks lasted for nearly 3 months.
      I can't help thinking that many of today's teenagers would benefit from that type of 'short, sharp, shock'!


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    3. I love Lanka Caning too as it brings back so many memories.
      I am now in my 80's but well remember my childhood in rural France and the sting of the martinet, a little French whip which was often used on the bare legs of youngsters when they misbehaved. Some parents went further and applied it to bare bottoms and, my God, it stung.
      I well remember my skirt being folded up and knickers pulled down for a 'fesse', or whipping. Mum's martinet had nine 12" leather thongs on a 6" wooden handle and they would wrap around thighs and bum cheeks. In my later teen years when bending over for a 'fesse' with legs apart ends of the thongs
      might touch the developing lips of my pussy which really stung. Sometimes, if I had been very naughty or if being whipped for some sexual misconduct, the last stroke would be aimed up between my legs, the tails landing on pussy lips and the undercheeks of my bum. The pain is hard to describe but ensured no sex for some time.
      The fine cuts lasted for days and were very painful and I often went without knickers. Luckily I was never caught!

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    4. The cane is not a thing of the past in our house.
      In fact I got a dose last night when I came home at 11.30 instead of 10.00pm.
      I had to take my tight leggings AND my thong off & get over the corner of the dining table, inevitably spreading my legs.
      That was the least of my worries as the Senior Girls School Cane was applied 6 times lashed down from above shoulder height. I wouldn't be surprised if my screams were heard by the neighbours. The bruising today is SO painful but my thong doesn't rub the tender bits.
      I dare not go without panties of some sort as if caught I get a 'legs-up'.......NOT nice at all!

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    5. You have my sympathy, Katie. I was staying in UK on a visit to see relations and went out one day with Rosemary, my cousin.
      We went 'scrumping' apples and were caught. My cousin pleaded with the farmer as she said we would 'have the skin taken off our bottoms' if her parents were told.
      He produced a cane which I had never seen or felt before and said he would give each of us 6 strokes on our bare bottoms!
      We were both 17 and rather shy. No stranger had ever seen my bare bum, but all that changed that day!
      He told us to take off our shorts and panties which we reluctantly did. I think he liked seeing our pubic hair and bare cheeks with glimpses of our girlie charms as he adjusted the position of our legs whilst we bent over a low bench.
      The cane hurt awfully and we both screamed as we received strokes alternately.
      I will never forget that caning & my orgasm by Rosemary's fingers that evening in bed.
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    6. Yes, I do Michelle but I have to be VERY careful not to be caught as 'self abuse' is punishable to our house by a witnessed exemplary 'legs-up' .
      That means attended by other family members.
      No one has seen me 'legs-up' except the person weilding the cane but I have seen both my sister and brother in that position. Really not nice at all for the receiver as it is VERY revealing.
      It was my first sight of a large erect penis and made a lasting impression! In fact I just had to pleasure myself afterwards as I was so turned on. I soaked 2 tissues but, thankfully, was not caught! Thanks for your concern.

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    7. I really was surprised reading contributors experiences concerning masturbation, the most basic of human needs.
      We have always encouraged natural actions of our children mainly because we were often painfully chastised by our parents for doing it. Ours are now 14 and 16 and are encouraged to pleasure themselves or to relieved tensions, especially after correction.
      They do receive corporal punishment when deserved usually with a leather belt but with a rattan cane for serious matters.
      Both are always applied to the bare bottom.
      Afterwards I am sure that David,14, will 'work out' over the corner of his bed, and Miranda, 16, will employ her 'rabbit toy', which was her 16th birthday present.

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    8. I wish my parents had such a liberal attitude!
      Only yesterday my Mum came into my bedroom when I was enjoying a soothing, relaxing session of masturbation or 'self abuse' as she calls it.
      I was fingering my clit but had my glass butt plug in my arsehole! She was insensed and stamped out of the room to call Dad. They came back with the cane I had not seen for some years. Although still naked they told me to get out of bed and bend over the corner of the bed.
      I was lectured ,as always, on 'self abuse' and told that as it was a frequently occuring offence I would get 12 strokes!
      I was shocked and protested only to be told it would be 15 if I did not shut up.
      I had almost forgotten 'the pain of the cane' and burst into tears as the 1st stroke bit into my bum.
      It didn't improve and after 12 strokes I was a ball of pain and left to nurse my aching cheeks.
      So, some parents may have become more 'enlightened' but not mine!

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    9. Now in my late teens I had forgotten what the cane felt like but, last weekend , I was reminded.
      I was very late home on Saturday evening and my Mum asked me what I was wearing under my skirt. I was puzzled and she explained that a friend of hers had asked her daughter a similar question and on lifting her skirt had found her without knickers!
      I replied "panties" but she suddenly raised my skirt to find I had none on!
      She was livid calling me a deceitful little liar and saying I would be dealt with on Sunday morning when Dad was home.
      You can imagine that I had a very restless night.
      After breakfast I was called into the study and lectured on lying and not wearing panties. I was wearing jeans and was told to remove them and my panties. I was shocked but complied trying to cover my bulging pubis as I only had a light covering of hair.
      Dad produced his old cane from a cupboard bending it almost double for effect. Mum had placed a towel on the corner of the desk and I was told to bend over it.
      Dad tapped the cane between my legs.
      I was told I would get 3 for my lies and 6 for lack of panties.
      And I did! My screams were instant and the caning very hard.
      I rolled in agony as the horrid rod bit into my bum.
      Even now the marks are raised blue ridges and sitting is uncomfortable. I hated showing my charms but that pailed into insignificance as the pain grew.
      A lesson learned? Yes, but I may find some crotchless panties which could be fun and not easily detected.

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    10. You sound a rather devious young lady, Michelle, and received a probably overdue caning.
      You seem to enjoy exposure so I would have given you your punishment in the 'diaper position' where your charms would have been totally displayed.
      I had such a punishment some years ago when in my teens but it was carried out, with me naked, by my father and with my mother, granny, grandpa, sister and brother present! I had a shapely figure and only a tiny wisp of pubic hair so
      I had NO SECRETS following that exhibition of my charms and was so embarrassed for years to come.
      But it certainly cured me of any exhibitionism!

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    11. Maggie, how awful!
      I thought opening my legs to give a glimpse of my arsehole & pussy to my parents was bad, but your diaper caning was so revealing to the whole family. Poor you....I think I had better behave in future!

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  46. I was at an Office Christmas party last week with Gerry, my partner and, to cut a long story short, found a quiet place to have some fun with a male colleague, Dave, who I have always fancied. My partner was busy chatting when we managed to wander off.
    We had both had lots to drink and were rather amorous towards one another so we found a quiet place upstairs. I was wearing a short skirt over a tiny g-string and a brief bra which had trouble containing my 34d boobs under a silk blouse.
    Soon we were kissing and exploring each others bodies, my top & bra joining my skirt around my waist. I had released Dave's trousers and was busy working on his ample penis.
    Eventually we took up the 69 position tonging one another into heaven!
    Suddenly the light went on and there was Gerry.
    He was ANGRY and dragged me off Dave telling me to get dressed and come out to the car as he was taking me home.
    Sheepishly, I complied. It was a silent journey.
    At home he went upstairs and came back to the lounge with a leather belt telling me to strip completly as he was going to whip me.
    Rather scared I complied and was told to bend across the settee.
    He whipped my arse and back with the belt continuing for some minutes as I screamed. Then he slapped my boobs and face before I ran upstairs still screaming.
    Next morning I ached but was told that he had ordered a cane and that I could expect a sore arse for some time to come!


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  47. I was horrified to read that you "pussy-whipped" your wife.
    I agree that she was very naughty and deserved the thrashing with the crop, cane and martinet on her bare bottom but the area of a woman's genitals should not be the subject of punishment.
    They should be caressed, licked and pampered in any way preferred but a vicious attack on them cannot be justified in any circumstances, not even blatant adultery.

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  48. I agree. I am from Jamaica and in my youth, some 60 years ago, I was pussy whipped which was often a punishment for a girl if she had been naughty in a sexual way.
    I was 16 and was caught playing with a boys penis and after examination it was clear that it had entered me.
    My parents were angry and the village elders suggested that we both be whipped, me up between my legs and he around his genitals.
    We visited the Chief Elder with our parents and had to bare ourselves below the waist. We were lectured and then, laying back on a bench, whipped with a 10 tailed tawse between the legs.
    The pain was horrific, burning into the tender skin of my lips and arse and leaving hundreds of thin red lines. Both the boy's little penis and his bulging scrotum were covered similarly and he shrieked with pain as the leathers cut the tender skin.
    It was a cruel punishment and it was over 3 months before we were comfortable down below again.

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