Failure is not an option - and neither is lying - part 3

[tk04]

About two hours later, after we had eaten dinner (and yes, I did eat standing up), I went back to my bedroom and got my handbag, taking a sheet of paper out of it. I went to the living room and stood next to the couch until she looked at me. “Yes?”

“Um, I wasn’t exactly truthful about my score, ma’am.” A thunderous expression crossed her face.
“What do you mean, ‘not exactly truthful’, young lady?” I reached out, handing her the sheet of paper, and she opened it, scanning it before looking up at me with an expression of shock. “You got a 94?” I nodded, swallowing. “Why, then, did you tell me you got a 64? If you had told me the truth, you wouldn’t have gotten a spanking for a bad grade.”

I looked at the floor, fidgeting. “Exactly. It’s been a while since you’ve had to give me a real punishment, and I kind of wanted one. I knew that if I told you a bad grade, I’d really get it. If I had just asked you for a severe spanking, it wouldn’t have felt right, so I needed a reason for one. I’m sorry for lying to you.”
“You know the penalty for lying is a half dozen with the cane.” I nodded, tears coming to my eyes, as much as I had wanted my severe punishment, it had hurt like hell, and I didn’t know if I could take a caning on top of it. She shook her head, lips pursed. “Since you’re obviously very sore, I’m not going to cane you now. Next Friday, as soon as you get home, I will expect you to bend over and touch your toes for your caning. You will also get two extra for the delay. Will that work?”
“Yes, mistress, thank you very much.”

The next Friday, before I even got out of my car, I wriggled out of my panties. I walked in and found her sitting on the couch with the cane on her lap, handed her my panties, and went behind the couch, where I bent over and touched my toes. She got up and came over to me, lifting my skirt and placing it over my back, then she shifted to my side and placed her left hand on my back. Without a word, she raised the cane, and SWISH! THWACK!! “One! Thank you, ma’am, may I please have another.” SWISH! THWACK!! “Two! Thank you, ma’am, may I please have another.” SWISH! THWACK!! “Th-three! Thank you, ma’am, may I please have another.” SWISH! THWACK!! “Owww, four! Thank you, ma’am, may I please have another.” SWISH! THWACK!! “Oh, god, f-five! Thank you, ma’am, may I please have another.” SWISH! THWACK!! That one was the cross bar on the ‘Five bar gate’, and crossed all five of the previous welts. “Shi- owowow, Six! Thank you, ma’am, may I please have another.”
“Now the last two for the week delay.”
SWISH! THWACK!! That one landed right at the tops of my thighs, amazing how sensitive that area was when a whippy cane was attacking it! “Owowowow, s-s-seven! Thank you, ma’am, may I please have another.” SWISH! THWACK!! “Oh, shit shit shit shit shit shit, ay-ay-eight! Th-thank you, m-ma’am, f-for p-p-punishing m-me. I’m s-s-sorry for lying t-to you.” I really wanted to straighten up, to shimmy my legs to ease the pain, but I knew that if I did so without permission, I’d get more punishment. So I stayed in position, feeling the lines of fire that covered my ass and thighs, and used my hand to wipe at my tears. After about a minute, I heard “Corner.” I stood up, gathered my skirt at the front of my ribcage so it wouldn’t fall below my waist, and walked slowly over to the corner. There I stood, taking deep breaths to calm myself down and stop my sobs, and continued to feel the fiery lines, as that burn was not going anywhere.

“You can go look in the mirror now.” I went over to the full-length mirror and turned to look at my ass, which was very well-striped. I reached back and touched, feeling the welts and hissing at the sting that my fingers brought to them. Turning, I looked at my mistress, who was smiling slightly. She patted her lap, and I went over and lay down over her thighs, enjoying the feel (after the first few stingy moments) of her fingers rubbing cream over my striped flesh.

[Often123]

Oh the aftercare is so necessary and delightful.