LETTER FROM A STRICT MOM (II) - THE SEAT OF LEARNING

BY MAX SMART

[ part 3 ]

How could we refuse, especially after the wonderful trimming job he had done? It's true that no direct practical purpose would be served in allowing Timmy to yank out a couple of hairs from a very sensitive area, but we feel that anything that adds to the "aversive" quality of a discipline session is all to the good. We wanted Nancy to be determined to never go through this experience again.

As it was, we let Timmy pull out ten hairs, I guess as a nod to the decimal system. He picked ten closest to Nancy's wrinkled little bumhole. With each one he teased Nancy playfully by first pulling gently and then giving little pulls that increased in force until the hair came out by its root. It appeared that this experience was fairly distasteful for Nancy as she squealed and whimpered quite a bit with each teasing yank. Then when each hair was pulled out, she gave out a shrill scream and clenched her buttocks as hard as she could, quivering and sighing and begging Timmy to stop.

After that we finished up the shaving job and Nancy's nether regions were as smooth and hairless as the day she was born. Most impressive now was the plumpness of her pussy, and the prominence of her red clitoris. The area was clearly very robust and *did* appear to be showing signs of arousal.

"Well, Nancy, I hope you like your new look as much as we do." teased Dave, drawing a mournful moan from his unfortunate bottom up daughter. "Now, we have something a bit more serious to take up with you. When we began this session I told you that any hesitations or refusals on your part might have dire consequences for your bare bottom."

"No! No! I-I-I'll be good! I promise! Don't birch me!"

"We're not going to birch you, as it turns out. We're going to cane you."

"C-cane me? W-what's that?"

While this conversation was taking place I removed from a cupboard a long rattan cane that I had purchased only recently.

Besides believing very strongly in the effectiveness of corporal punishment for teenagers, Dave and I are big fans of variety in methods and implements. First, the fact that the culprit never knows exactly what his/her fate might be adds to their trepidation. Second, many times a punishment can be extended to a greater number of strokes by varying both implements and the parts of the body that are to be punished. Third, variety adds spice to the experience for the parent.

I had done some practicing with this new cane. I didn't want anything amateurish or awkward to be present in the first stroke that I was going to deliver to Nancy's tush. I wanted her to feel each stroke intensely, from the very first one. During practice sessions I had used a pillow for a target. I invented what I think is a very useful practice technique - perhaps your readers might like to know about it. I borrowed from my husband a container of purple powdered construction chalk - the kind that is used to "throw chalk lines". I coated the cane with the chalk, gave the pillow a good whack, and there was a nice purple line on the pillow. The chalk can be dusted off, by the way.

I practiced until I could produce parallel lines at one half inch spacing while still striking with almost maximum force, making a very pleasing "thock" as the cane struck. I also practiced hitting the same line more than once, figuring that this would probably produce especially interesting results on Nancy.

Dave said, "Timmy, why don't you warm her up with a good spanking?"

"Sure, Dad!"

"Ohhhhh! No, not Timmy...."

Timmy gave our upended teenager a solid slap on her left bottom cheek.

Slap! "Oww!" Slap! "Owwww!" Slap! "Ouuuch!"

A flurry of very hard but evenly distributed slaps soon had poor Nancy's bottom and thighs turning pink and then red. Then Timmy started to focus on one spot on the inside of Nancy's right thigh. After about ten on this spot the pain seemed to become almost unbearable and Nancy was screaming, begging Timmy to stop.

Timmy didn't seem to have any interest in paying attention to such beseeching, and kept on punishing the same spot. It must have gotten twenty slaps in all before I told him to stop. The attacked area was a dark red and Nancy was writhing around and crying her eyes out.

Timmy backed away and I held up the cane for Nancy to peruse.

"Oh please, Mom, don't!"

"But Nancy, you *didn't* obey us like you should have, did you?" I was swishing the cane through the air, clearly terrifying the youngster.

"N-o, Mom, b-but I will from now on... a-and my bottom and legs already hurt a lot..."

Nancy was so wonderfully presented for the cane that there was really no chance that I would pass up this opportunity. Her new "bare look" made her look so deliciously vulnerable - only a superhuman could resist! Besides, I felt that Nancy really did need to suffer the consequences of her disobedience.

"Yes, I'm sure they do, dear, but I'm afraid I must make them hurt quite a bit more. You have to learn that disobedience during discipline is simply not tolerated."

I whipped the cane down across the lower part of her bottom, near her tailbone. Snap! A white line appeared almost immediately across both cheeks.

"Ahhhh! Ah! Ahhhgggg! Oh, stop! Stop!" as Nancy experienced the sharp, swelling pain in her bottom.

Quickly I gave her four more sizzling parallel lines across her well-positioned, well-spread butt, spaced about an inch apart. She yelled, moaned and pleaded in a frenzy, but to no avail. Dave and Timmy seemed fascinated by the frantic motions of Nancy's hindquarters. I paused and we watched as the color of the lines turned to red, and a set of raised welts formed. They looked as if they must be very painful. Nancy apparently thought so too as she had broken out into a sweat and was sighing and quivering between her moans.

"Will you ever be disobedient during discipline again, Nancy?" I asked.

"Ohhhh No! Oh No, No No NO!" Nancy cried.

"Well, just to make sure, I'm going to give you one more - six of the best, you know."

"Ohhhhhh, noooo!"

I decided I would try my hand at having the cane land on one of the already established welts. I swished the cane through the air a few times. With each swish, Nancy's butt contracted and twitched nervously. It was rather amusing and Dave and Timmy chuckled. I brought the cane down hard, with a deft snap of the wrist and it collided exactly on top of the middle of the five welts. Thwock!

If Nancy hadn't been fairly well secured, she would have gone through the roof. As it was she let out a terrific bellow and just about turned over the table she was tied to. It was a very satisfying reaction for me to witness, since I had put in some time practicing that stroke, and it was nice to see how effective it could be. It was quite a sight too - Nancy's big bottom writhing about madly. Of course with time I hope to become an even more effective caner. Nancy will be able to testify whether or not that comes true.

"Wow, Mom, her butt looks like it's corrugated!" observed young Timmy. And it was true, those weals were three dimensional!

"Just remember, Nancy, you have only yourself to blame for your sore bottom." I said to the writhing, weeping, red bottomed girl. "That wasn't part of our original program at all." This was technically true, although we had really been fairly confident that Nancy would incur this type of penalty at some point during the proceedings. "I must say, Nancy, you do present an interesting picture - would you like us to snap a photo so you can enjoy it later?" I said cruelly.

This only produced a slight increase in the crying volume.

Nancy was now ready for The Seat Of Learning. We untied Nancy and helped her off the table. She flinched and yelped when her sore bottom unavoidably rubbed against the table. She was pretty woozy and sore and could barely stand. Dave gave her an "affectionate" little smack on the bum, but it didn't seem to cheer her up at all!

Then Dave pulled the sheet off the second device - his pride and joy.

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When you first see the Seat of Learning you might think that it is nothing more than a straight backed, armless, sturdy-looking wooden chair with a gaily patterned cloth "skirt" hanging from the seat. Next to the chair, you see what looks like an adjustable book or magazine "reading stand" - the kind that lets you read without using your hands, the "book holder" itself being adjustable up and down and which can swing out of the way or up as close to the reader's eyes as he or she desires.

"You're going to be sitting in this chair for the next fifteen minutes or so, dear." I said to Nancy as Dave and I helped her over to the contraption. Her legs were very wobbly.

"What is it?" she asked through her tears.

"You'll find out soon enough. I'll just say that it's a device to help you improve in your schoolwork." I said.

"I-I can't s-sit down - m-my b-bottom hurts real bad!"

Timmy snickered at this, "It looks pretty bad, too."

"Shut up, Timmy!" Nancy yelled.

Dave broke in, "Nancy, be polite, or else..."

"Now, Nancy," I resumed, "as to your sore bottom. I'm sorry about that, but you'll have to deal with it I'm afraid. Now before you sit down, I believe Dave has one little part that needs to be added."

"Yes." said Dave, and reached into his pocket, from which he drew what looked like a rectal dildo, about four inches long, but which had some kind of metal connectors at the base. Nancy looked at it, not seeming to comprehend, but knowing from bitter experience that it probably bade her ill. He reached down and removed a disk shaped piece from about the middle of the chair seat and inserted the connector of the dildo into the hole. With a twist, it was locked into the chair so that the "business end" was pointing pretty much straight up.

"Wow, cool!" commented Timmy, "Looks like you're gonna get something up your butt, Nancy."

"W-w-hat is....h-how c-can I s-it...?" Nancy was having a hard time forming a complete sentence, and her boobs were bobbing with her rapid, frightened breathing. I could sympathize; it might be fairly disturbing to be told that you are going to sit in a chair that has a four inch long rectal dildo sticking up from the seat. It might make anyone a little concerned.

As if in answer, Dave began to lubricate the dildo with petroleum jelly. Nancy seemed to be turning pale as she watched. Her boobs bobbed even more.

"Don't worry, Nancy." said Dave, helpfully, "This little item is just to keep you from sliding around in the chair too much. You should be glad because it may keep you from bumping or rubbing your sore bottom.. You'll probably find that it's really very comfortable - once you're all the way on it. OK, bend over like a good girl, and I'll lube you up too! Remember, no hesitation, young lady."

All of us except Nancy laughed at this - Nancy was about to get a "lube job".

Nancy had apparently learned that she had to be obedient no matter what. She turned around so that her back was to Dave and bent her waist just a little, probably hoping that that would be far enough.

"Nancy, after the position you were just in, I'm surprised that you'd be at all squeamish about this." I said, "Now bend all the way over and spread your legs. Now, young lady." I ordered.

The poor girl obeyed, presenting her well-caned bottom, as well as her well-shaved cunt and anus, to Dave. I reached over and with both hands pulled Nancy's bum cheeks even further apart. I noticed that she gave a little whimper when my hands grabbed onto her welted flesh. Her bumhole was tiny, pink and wrinkled. Dave extended a well lubricated finger and with very little preamble shoved it up Nancy. She raised up on her toes, drew in a hissing breath, and then let it out with a couple of "Ah!'s" and "Oh's" as Dave rotated his finger inside her bottom, removed it, got another glob of lubricant and shoved it right back in. Finally he made sure that the entrance was also very well lubricated.

"Good girl!" he said, and gave her another "affectionate" slap on her tush, which made her squeal. "Now I think you're ready to have a seat!" Dave seemed quite excited about getting to really see how his invention would work. He eagerly took Nancy by the hand and positioned her so that she was ready to sit down.

"Sit, girl! Sit!" said Timmy.

"Now, Nancy." said Dave, a harder edge creeping into his voice.

Nancy began to squat down toward her new acquaintance, Mr. Dildo. She braced herself by holding on the sides of the chair seat as she sought to get her rear entrance positioned exactly over the dildo. Once she succeeded she started to let herself down, finding that she had to spread her legs pretty far to open things up. It seemed that the first inch was by far the hardest. She winced and squeaked a couple of times, but all in all, the lubrication did its job and Nancy was able to lower herself all the way down. She squeaked again as her sore bottom hit the hard chair seat, then she seemed to be concentrating on coming to terms with the feeling of the dildo inside her bottom, with much sighing and quivering.

"Ohhhhh, w-hat are you going to do to me now? It hurts." the poor thing wailed. She presented such an amusing picture, naked as she was with her shoes and socks still on and still bracing herself with her hands to minimize the pressure of the chair seat on her bottom. Also, she seemed to find it necessary for comfort to keep her legs well spread, probably not a posture she would have willingly chosen, given the unprotected state of her pussy.