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.



