CANED IN FRONT OF WITNESSES
by
Alex Birch


Back in the early fifties, the missus, now departed God rest her soul, and I
used to go and play bridge twice a week at the home of a school master and
his wife named Gordon and Barbara Miller (names changed slightly by the
author) and they lived in a big house on the posh side of Newcastle.  He was
a typical schoolteacher, a bit stiff and stand offish, but a nice enough
bloke once you got past that officious manner but Barbara was really nice.
She always made you welcome whenever you went round for bridge and always
had a cup of tea and some biscuits for us and the two other couples who made
up the bridge 'circle'.

Gordon and Barbara had one child, a daughter named Stephanie who was just
about sixteen at the time.  She was a really pretty kid with fair curly hair
like her mother and a mischievous smile.  We always got the impression that
she was slightly frightened of her dad and he did seem to order her about
with schoolmasterly authority.  I admit we felt a bit sorry for the kid.
She was usually off upstairs doing her homework most of the time we were
there but she always seemed to be the one who opened the door to let us in
and took our overcoats and jackets into the cloakroom.  Stephanie always
seemed to do this with a willing smile and the wife and I thought what a
well brought up kid she was.

Just once or twice, when the missus and I had got on the bus to come home,
I'd feel in my jacket pocket and say "I could swear I had some loose change
when I came out" but the wife would just grin and shake her head before
opening her purse and paying for the bus, thus we never thought any more of
it.

Well, this one Wednesday, the missus and I arrived at Gordon and Barbara's
house, as usual, and on this occasion Gordon himself opened the door for us.
It was immediately apparent that something was wrong, for his face was like
thunder, his lips grimly pursed but he attempted a smile and ushered us into
the hall.  As soon as we entered the hall, we could hear the sounds from
upstairs and the missus gripped my hand with a sudden nervous tension.  We
had young kids of our own then and we were quite familiar with the noises
coming from above, yet slightly shocked and embarrassed to walk in on what
was obviously an extremely painful and intimate punishment session.
As we walked through the hall towards the bottom of the staircase, the
sounds became clearer.

"Oooooh, mummy, no please no more, please mummy!"
SMACK! as a hand descended on obviously bare flesh.  "No more, young lady?
There'll be lots more of these and you know whats coming after, don't you!
This is nothing compared to what you're going to get downstairs!"
"Oooooh, mummy, no please I beg you ....SMACK! ...aaaaah, no, mummy...SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! ....oooooh, boohoohoo!  I'll be good, mummy,
I'll never do it ...SMACK! ...aaaaah ...SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Gordon, grim faced, whispered "I'll explain all that inside.  Please go into
the living room" and in we went, to find our fellow bridge players already
there, their faces also coloured with embarrassment as they listened to the
squeals and smacks coming from upstairs.  We noticed immediately that the
furniture arrangement had been changed,the armchairs normally in an intimate
circle surrounding the bridge table having been moved, as had the sofa, to
form one row of seating.  In the space vacated, thus in full view of all
seated, were two dining chairs placed back to back.

Our host closed the door, reducing the volume of shrieks and spanks coming
from upstairs, yet the performance was still loud enough to be disturbing.
"I'm sorry about that everyone ..." Gordon began " ...but I need to explain
the background to you and also what is going to happen in about five or ten
minutes time.  I am ashamed and embarrassed to inform you all that my
daughter Stephanie has, over quite a few weeks, been stealing money from all
of you!"

The gasps around the room spoke volumes as Gordon waved his hand in apology
and continued.
"I'm sorry to shock you in this way and I'm sure you realise how this
revelation has disgusted and embarrassed my wife and I but Barbara happened
to walk into the spare room just as Stephanie was hanging up Clive's jacket
..." pointing to one of our fellow players " ... and saw her taking change
out of the pockets.  Under severe pressure from my wife, Stephanie broke
down and admitted to stealing loose change from all of you over a period of
two months or so.  Not enough pocket money to go out was her lame excuse but
of course that didn't wash with either Barbara or me and we were furious and
embarrassed that our own daughter should steal at all but particularly from
our dear friends."

Everyone, of course, hastily reassured Gordon that he was not to blame and
that no one would think worse of him or Barbara for the naughty actions of
their child.

"Maybe not ..." he said grimly "...but Barbara and I feel it deeply and the
need to make some recompense.  A financial one is difficult because neither
Stephanie or we know how much she stole and I suspect that as it was loose
change, you don't either.  That is why the recompense will be practical and
will achieve a number of things.  You cannot have failed to hear what is
happening upstairs, namely that my daughter is getting her bare bottom very
soundly spanked by her mother.  I am sorry if that embarrasses you all but
I'm afraid I have a further and greater demand of you all and I beg you to
indulge me in this.  It will offer ample compensation for the thefts and, I
trust, humiliate Stephanie so profoundly that she will never steal again.  I
intend to have my wife bring her down here in a few minutes time once she
has had her bottom adequately reddened and I then intend to cane Stephanie's
bare bottom here in this room in front of all of you."

There were some gasps at this point from a couple of the wives and a
shuffling of feet but certainly no outraged protests as this shock
information was absorbed.  Indeed the feelings I had, shared by the other
two males if flushed expressions are a guide, was a mixture of shame and
pleasure at the prospect of seeing the naked bottom of a nubile little
sixteen year old getting what she undoubtedly deserved while bent over the
two dining chairs.  Gordon obviously took the silence as an endorsement of
his parental stance and nodded his gratitude.  As the room fell silent so we
could hear that the pattern of noise upstairs had changed from smacks and
squeals to the sound of heavy feet on the landing floor, like someone being
dragged along, the sound of almost hysterical sobbing a constant
accompaniment.  Gordon opened the door so that the sounds became crystal
clear once more.  I actually think Barbara was raising her voice slightly so
that we would definitely hear but Stephanie was simply yelling in blind
panic.

"Noooooo, mummy, please don't make me, please.  I'm so sorry.  Please.
Oooooh don't pull my hair please mummy!!  Oh mummy please tell daddy to do
it in my room if I have to get the cane."
"I'l pull your hair young lady if you don't come willingly.  You're going
down those stairs for a public caning and you might as well accept it.
Daddy says, and I agree with him, that you stole from all those people so
you should be punished in front of them.  Come on, Stephanie, the more
trouble you give me the worse it will be for you.  I'll ask Daddy to give
you more strokes!"

The resistance seemed to stop but the hysterical sobbing got worse.  I must
admit I was getting quite excited by now but ashamed of my own feelings.
What was happening and about to happen was an exercise in gross humiliation,
not to mention the pain involved.  I listened once more.
"Right young lady, at least we're understanding each other and you're going
to get the cane on your bare botty whether you like it or not ... and you
won't like it one bit.  Now we've got this far, get into that toilet and do
a wee.  I'm going to stand in the loo with you until I can hear the sound of
your water.  You better do one, my girl, because if you disgrace yourself
downstairs in front of all those people...." the reminder of an invited
audience to her shame sent Stephanie into fresh fits of hysteria " ...then
you really will catch out, I can tell you.  In fact you're probably so
churned up with nerves you better sit on that toilet and do a 'proper job'
as well."

"Mommy please let me put my knickers on, please" accompanied by more fierce
sobbing.
"Just get in that toilet and don't be so stupid.  I'm going to tell you one
last time, Stephanie and that will be the end of it or else your punishment
will be worse.  I'm well aware that you're nearly sick with shame at having
to parade yourself in front of all our friends without your knickers on but
that's part of your punishment.  You should have thought of that before you
stole money from them.  No more arguing, you're going into that lounge
without either your skirt or knickers on and there you are going to get a
very embarrassing and very painful caning bent over two chairs with your
bare bottom displayed to everybody.  Now you don't need your knickers in the
toilet and you certainly are not going to have them on downstairs so you
might as well get used to the idea.  Now get in there!"

More violent sobbing resulted and then the sound of a door opening and
closing, the sobs then becoming more muffled as presumably Stephanie sat on
the loo and did as she was told.  Everyone in the lounge was looking
strained by this time, each couple holding hands and swallowing hard.  My
wife looked tense and strained but there was no conversation for what could
we say?  We just hoped the show would soon start and we could then get back
to normal.  Soon there was the sound of a toilet chain being pulled and a
door opening and closing again then the sound of feet on the stairs.  To my
surprise and relief, the loo visit seemed to have calmed the girl down for
the trip downstairs sounded relatively uneventful but for the heavy, shamed
sobbing which was now getting louder as mother and errant daughter reached
the bottom of the stairs.

Gordon reached down behind the settee and, when he straightened up, was
holding a fearsome looking 3ft length of what I recognised from my own
school days to be a thick rattan cane.  He swished it experimentally in
front of us and even I flinched as the brown knobbled cane swished down.
God, the poor kid was going to feel that alright!

As approaching sounds got louder so Stephanie began to obviously panic
again, weeping and resisting her mother.  Gordon, his lips set in a grim
line, opened the lounge door fully and went outside.  There were a few
shrieks and cries then suddenly to our surprise, accompanied by a loud wail
of humiliation, a pretty fair haired girl completely naked from the waist
down was almost catapaulted into the room, followed swiftly by her mother
and father.  Before we had time to assess her appearance, the poor child
doubled over in a crouch, both hands desperately clutching between her legs
trying to make herself invisible, head lowered and desperate muffled weeping
coming from the head buried in her chest.  Very swiftly, her father swung
her round, displaying her bare bottom to us for the first time and delivered
an almighty smack with all the power in his arm to Stephanie's bare buttocks
which were already glowing bright crimson from the treatment she'd received
upstairs.  She howled with pain and shot upright, her modesty forgotten as
hands rushed to her punished bottom.

"Now stand up straight and face our guests ..." Gordon snarled angrily "
...or you'll get worse.  Stand up and face them with your hands by your
sides.  You can forget any stupid ideas about modesty for the next few
minutes, my girl.  When you're bent over that chair for a caning, you'll be
showing everything you've got down there so you may well get used to it!"
The effect on Stephanie was electric.  With eyes pouring tears, her chest
convulsed in sobs, she turned slowly and faced everyone in the room, hands
dropped submissively by her sides.  She wore only her school blouse and tie,
the blouse just reaching the start of the hips leaving the entire genital
area completely exposed.  Although her legs were hugged tightly together,
the wispy curls of fair pubic hair hardly covered anything, the pink
indentation of her young slit clearly visible as she stood to attention, her
legs trembling.  She forced herself to look at us as her father had
commanded through eyes that were swollen with tears and bright with shock
that her humiliation could be so complete.  Huge tears rolled down her face
as she waited her instructions.  I was ashamed to feel my penis beginning to
stiffen and crossed my legs in embarrassment.

"Much better ..." Gordon said sternly "...now, Stephanie you know why you
are down here in this embarrassing position, don't you?"
There was a clearing of the throat and a choking "Yes daddy.  Oh I'm sorry
daddy!"
"No point in apologising to me..." Gordon told her " ...you must, here and
now, ask the forgiveness of the people in this room, tell them how sorry you
are for stealing from them and tell them that you fully deserve the severe
caning I am about to give you on your bare bottom.  Go on do it now!"
There was a short pause as Stephanie sobbed, whimpered, cleared her throat
and then in a pathetic, faltering voice made her public apology, swearing
that she would never do it again and that she fully deserved to be caned on
her bare bottom.  I think most of us muttered some words of acknowledgment
that all would be forgiven once her punishment had taken place.  To my shame
and disgust, my penis was very stiff by now and I couldn't take my eyes away
from the young pink slit of which there was just a hint as Stephanie hugged
her thighs together.

"Right, child ..." Gordon said as he stood in front of his trembling
daughter and flexed the whippy cane in front of her face "...you have never
been caned before ...and when you have had twelve strokes of this you will
never, never want to be caned again.  This will be a lesson you will
remember for a very long time!  Now kneel up on the chair!"
The ominous warning sparked a new burst of crying but Stephanie turned
obediently, bottom towards us and knelt up on the dining chair.  I remember
so well how beautiful was her young backside, her skin a pale ivory and the
buttock cheeks rich and full, a young woman's bottom rather than a child's.
The swelling cheeks were divided by such an entrancing dark passageway,
curls of dark hair gracing the channel which led to her private entrances.
Her father then brusquely ordered her to lean her upper body right over the
two chair backs and to grip the edge of the further seat.  Weeping bitterly
Stephanie bent right over and grabbed at the further seat as her mother,
face set in a grim scowl, stood in front of the further chair and gently
pressed down on her daughter's shoulders in case she made any attempt to
rise.

I stifled a gasp at the view revealed to us as the young girl bent right
over the chairs, her father's earlier observations on the female anatomy
being spot on.  As the shapely young bottom was elevated and the torso
further inclined so the bottom cheeks parted slightly and the entire lower
abdominal area was pushed back between her thighs.  Although Stephanie's
knees were together, the bottom was now so inclined and pulled open that the
well fleshed labia and the thin seam of her sexual entrance were now clearly
on display in addition to the dark and entrancing little anus.  The whole
effect was breathtaking as the trembling crimson bottom, so lewdly
exhibited, awaited its introduction to the cane.

We did not have to wait long.  With no further comment but on receiving a
nod from Barbara that she had Stephanie firmly restrained, Gordon stepped
back a pace, raised the whippy ratten to his shoulders and whipped it down
with a solid thwaaack on his daughter's bare backside.
There was a split second pause before Barbara needed all her strength to
hold Stephanie in position, a disbelieving scream splitting the room which
alternately rose, fell gurgled and choked as the poor girl tried to come to
terms with a degree of pain she had obviously never anticipated.  My throat
went dry as I stared in amazement at the glowing red stripe which now
decorated the already crimson backside.  Gordon said nothing but waited
dispassionately for his daughter's screaming to die down a little before
raising the cane high again then whipping it down to deliver the second,
very accurately indeed, about half an inch below the first.  Barbara was
pushing down with all her strength now as Stephanie screamed anew, every
inch of her body now trembling in spontaneous nervous reaction to the worst
pain she had ever known.  Her bottom now bore two red stripes and was
writhing delightfully, her fleshy little pussy very nicely exhibited as her
tormented bum cheeks opened and closed.

One constant shriek now came from the anguished girl as strokes three, four,
five and six followed in rapid and clinically accurate succession.
Stephanie's bottom was now looking like the Stars and Stripes with six
bright red lines neatly placed one beneath the other on the glowing crimson
buttocks, the first strokes already turning slightly purplish as the whole
bottom glowed with pain.

Her mother was having trouble keeping Stephanie down now and it was obvious
from Barbara's worried expression that perhaps the caning was too severe.
Two more strokes followed, delivered now diagonally across previous weals,
and Stephanie's anguish took on a new dimension.  She screamed like a stuck
pig and nearly fell off the chair as she writhed in torment.  Now she began
to appeal in a frenzy.

"No more, daddy, please no more.  I can't stand any more, daddy, please I'm
in agony.  Oh daddy, I'm going to be sick.  Please daddy, I'm sorry for
everything.  Please don't cane me any more!"
Barbara would never have argued with her husband, it was not that sort of
marriage and certainly would never have undermined his authority in a
situation like this, but she looked up at her husband, her face set in mute
maternal appeal and they exchanged glances for a few seconds before Gordon
spoke.

"Very well, Stephanie, on this occasion I will relent on my original
sentence because I think you have taken a very hard caning for the first
time and I believe you have learned your lesson.  Therefore instead of the
four strokes promised, you will get one more very hard one and that will be
the end of your punishment, do you understand?  There will be nothing
further said and no recriminations, so its up to you now to prove what a
good girl you really can be with no more disgraceful acts like this one."
The sob of relief was clear as Stephanie cried "Oh thank you daddy.  I'll
never do it again, I swear." then as her mother whispered in her ear she
tensed and settled for the last stroke.  Gordon brought the cane right back
to his shoulder and with all the strength in his arm brought it slicing in
to land, not on Stephanie's bottom, but right across the meaty part of her
thighs.  The ensuing scream was almost inhuman as Stephanie's entire body
shook and writhed, the screaming continuing for some seconds as Barbara
stroked her daughter's head and, at last, showed some compassion by kissing
her gently on the forehead.  The back of Stephanie's thighs now displayed a
massive strawberry stripe, the skin obviously even more tender than the skin
of her bottom, the girl weeping in pain still as her body shook and writhed.
"Right, now get up and go to bed ..." Gordon said to his daughter, his voice
softer now "...and I'll be up to see you in a few minutes.  We'll have a
little talk about all that and then you can get some rest!"

Stephanie painfully climbed off the chair, unable even to rub her bottom for
any contact merely added to the agony so merely writhed and swayed in a
highly arousing half naked choreograph as everyone looked on unable to speak
or breathe.  Eventually she turned to her father who extended his arms to
her.  Gratefully she fell into them sobbing with relief as he kissed her
cheek then said "I'm so sorry daddy" before rushing off to bed, her face
scarlet and her head lowered.

Nobody was in the mood for bridge after that and we all had a much needed
drink to steady down before leaving for home.  The bridge sessions continued
the next week and the incident was never spoken of again.  Stephanie
appeared to accept, if not forget, her humiliation reasonably quickly and
within a few weeks was back to the lovely kid she'd always been, though she
blushed deeply for months on seeing any of us at the door.  She certainly
never forgot her lesson, though, and thats the important thing.  She never
stole again to my knowledge and after getting to University and passing her
exams with flying colours, took up a career at the Bar.

It left me with an interesting set of conflicting views.  Many people might
say that, in few of the fact that it was Stephanie's first offence, the
punishment and the accompanying degree of humiliation was excessive and that
is a reasonable stance to take.
  However Gordon took the opposite view and made a calculated gamble.
Because it was her first offence and because it was so out of character, he
decided on an exemplary and never to be forgotten punishment that would
shock, humiliate and pain his daughter so much that she would never be
tempted to fall into bad ways ever again.  It seems to have worked!!