Sally's Caning (M/F) By ndvpmn@comcast.net The doorbell rang and when I answered the door, a young woman was standing outside. She was wearing a white blouse and a plaid pleated skirt. "Hi, my name is Sally," she said, "and I am here to be disciplined." I had run an ad in the local college newspaper that I was a disciplinarian, and that I would help any female students with improving their grades. After the ad ran, I first got some curiosity phone calls, but then Sally called. She told me that her grades were down, and part of that was because she was not making efficient use of her time. Instead of studying, she was either partying or just hanging out with her fellow classmates. She told me that she needed to have the right motivation to get good grades in her classes. Sally had also been spanked and caned as a child and even through high school. Her dad usually did the spanking and caning, and it had helped her get good grades through high school. Now that she was in college, her dad wasn't there to cane her when her grades were down. We discussed over the phone what type of discipline she needed and set up an appointment for her caning. I told her to wear a white blouse and a pleaded skirt. This would make her look more like a schoolgirl and it would also help when I spanked her. She was suppose to arrive at my house on Saturday morning at 10 o'clock. We settled on 10 o'clock on Saturday, because this would motivate her to study for the whole weekend. I told her that if she were late, she would receive an additional spanking. The time was right at 10 o'clock, so it was good to see that she was right on time. "Hi, my name is Dan," I said to her, "come right on in. I'm glad you made it right on time." I took her into the living room, and we both sat down. "Please tell me again why you are here and what you are expecting to happen." "I have been doing not so well in college," Sally said. "When I was in high school and was living at home, my dad used to spank and cane me when my grades were down. I miss those spankings and I need that motivation to do better in college. I hope that you will give me the caning I need to keep my grades up." "As I told you on the phone, I am a disciplinarian, and I will be happy to assist you in getting better grades in college. When you have an appointment with me, we will first discuss what you need to improve, and how you are going to accomplish it. At your next appointment, we will see if you did improve, and if you need any more improvement. I will motivate you to improve by a spanking or caning on your bare bottom. Do you have any questions?" "No I don't," she said. Then we talked about what specific classes she needed to improve in and what specifically she would do to improve her grades. "I will cane you in my office, but first I want you to take off your panties so that I may cane you on your bare bottom," I said. So she stood up and reached under her skirt and took off her panties. "Where do you want them?" she asked. There was a coffee table in the living room, so I told her, "Place your panties on the coffee table, you won't want to wear them after your caning, anyway." After she placed her panties on the table, I said, "Follow me into my office where your correction will take place." My office had a large wooden desk in the middle of the room, and I had most of my papers cleared off it. I had pulled the shades before Sally came, so no one could see what was happening in my office. I reached into one of the drawers of the desk and pulled out a cane and showed it to Sally. "Today, you will receive six strokes from this cane. In the future, you may receive up to twelve strokes of the cane, depending on how well you are doing in college. Do you have any questions?" "No, I don't," Sally said. "Good, lets get this over with. Please walk up to the edge of the desk and bend over it. Stretch out your arms in front of you and hold on to the other side of the desk." I walked over to her and took three safety pins and pinned her skirt to her blouse. "This will keep your skirt from getting in the way. You will receive six counted strokes of the cane. Please count them and say, "Thank you, Mr. Smith" after each one. If you forget to count and say Thank You, the stroke will be given again. Are you ready?" "Yes I am." She said. I made a few cuts of the cane in the air, and I could see her bottom quiver in anticipation. Then the first stroke landed. Sally jumped up and rubbed her bottom. "I guess I have forgotten how painful the cane is," she said. "I'll stay in position for the next strokes." "Yes, the cane is quite painful," I said. "Please bend over the desk, again." When she bent over, the safety pins were still in place holding her skirt up. Then I gave her the next stroke of the cane. "One, Thank you, Mr. Smith," she said. "Very good! Now you will receive five more strokes." Sally did very well, and thanked me after each stroke. Before I gave her the sixth counted stroke, I said, "This will be your last stroke for today, unless you raise up or forget to count. Stay bent over the desk after the stroke so that I may examine your bottom." "Yes, Sir," she said. Then I gave her the last stroke. She took it very well and said, "Six, Thank You, Mr. Smith." I put down the cane and examined her bottom. It now had seven evenly spaced welts on it. I touched the welts that were raised up, and I could tell that she would feel this caning for a few days. Then I unpinned her skirt from her blouse. "You can stand up, now." I said. Sally stood up and rubbed her bottom. "Thank you for the caning. It should keep me concentrating on my college classes." Sally said. "Do you want to see me again at this same time next week?" I asked. "Yes, I do," Sally said. We talked a little bit more, than Sally left. Now I look forward to caning Sally on a weekly basis.