A Troublesome Daughter

[spankingmum8]

Time was passing slowly for Mary Palmer since her visit to Jackie and Gail and she was anxious to get started with the cane. However the opportunity soon came on the following Saturday afternoon. Helen was out with her friend Mandy and Mr Palmer had gone to football. Suddenly the phone rang and Mary answered it: it was Mrs Freeman, an elderly lady who Mary knew quite well and lived a few streets away. She was calling to complain about Helen and Mandy’s behaviour outside her house and that they had been rude to her. Mary assured the lady that she would deal with the matter in the strongest possible manner. At last, she thought, a chance to try out the new cane. She went upstairs and fetched it from her bedroom and brought it downstairs, giving a few swishes as she did so. She then placed it on the sofa in the lounge ready for when Helen came home. Again it seemed like an age before her daughter finally came in. Her husband was still out so she felt it should be up to her to mete out the punishment. A thrill of excitement ran through her body as she heard the door open.
‘Hello mum, I’m home.’ Called Helen.
‘Come in here.’ Called her mother, standing in the lounge.
Moments later Helen appeared and immediately her eyes fell upon the cane lying on the sofa.
What’s that doing there?’ she asked pointing to the cane.
‘What do you think?’ replied her mother.
‘No idea.’ Said Helen with a shrug.
‘I think you do young lady.’ Said her mum
‘No idea, why should I?’ queried Helen.
‘I’ve had a phone call from Mrs Freeman.’ announced Mum.
‘Oh her, silly old bat, always going on at me and Mandy.’ Retorted Helen
‘And with good reason, you’ve been rude to her.’
‘She deserved it.’ Said Helen casually.’we got fed up with her moaning at us.’
‘You should treat your elders with respect.’ Said mum in a forceful tone. She was starting to get irritated by her daughter’s indifferent attitude.
‘Don’t see why.’ Retorted Helen in an insolent tone.
‘Don’t you speak to me in that manner.’ Snapped mum, picking up the cane. ‘It’s time you were taught a lesson and some respect.’
Helen eyed the cane nervously.
‘You’re not going to use that thing on me?’ queried Helen nervously.
‘What do you think I’m going to do, wave it as a magic wand and make everything better?’
Snapped mum sarcastically.
‘No, but’
‘No buts, it’s time for your lesson, get those jeans off.’ Ordered mum.
Helen couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
‘What for?’ asked Helen.
‘What do you think for?’ Snapped mum.
‘You can’t cane me on my knickers.’
‘I can cane you just where I like.’ Replied mum, ‘now stop wasting time and get them off.
‘But mum, please.’ Grovelled Helen, realising that her mum meant business.
‘Get them off’ shouted mum, losing her temper.
Helen slowly unbuttoned them and stepped out of them putting them on a chair.
‘That’s better.’ Said her mother flexing the cane. ‘Now, I want you to face the window, bend over and touch your toes.’
‘Please mum, can’t you punish me some other way?’ pleaded Helen.
‘No, I can’t. Now get on with it.’ Said an irritated mum.
Helen slowly turned to face the window and bent over. Mum was now in the perfect position to apply the cane to those yellow knickers stretched across Helens bottom.
‘Right down and touch your toes.’ Ordered mum.
Helen stretched herself and reached down to her toes. She could see her mum in the corner of her eye, standing at the side. She looked down at the carpet and braced herself thinking of the previous caning from school. Mary felt her hands sweating and her heart thumping with excitement as she drew back the cane. She remembered what the headmistress had said about the first time so she brought the cane down with only a small amount of force. Helen winced and her body gave a small shiver as the cane connected. Mary felt a little more confident with the next stroke and brought it down across the middle of Helens bottom with more effort.
‘Oww.’ Gasped Helen as she felt the sting.
Again Mary increased the level of force and Helen yelped and jumped up turning to face her mum.
‘Mum that hurt.’ Gasped Helen rubbing her bottom.
‘Of course it hurt. What do you think it was meant to do.’ replied her mother.’There’s still more to come, bend over again.’
Helen screwed up her face and turned and bent over. When she had settled Mary lifted the cane and gave it the hardest so far.
‘Oooouuuuch’ squealed Helen, jumping up again and clutching her knickered bottom. ‘That really hurt. Can’t you stop now, I’ve learnt my lesson.’
‘I don’t think you have, you’re going to get the full six.’ Said mum.
‘It’s just not fair.’ Protested Helen.
‘Fair or not you’re going to get it, now bend over.’ Snapped mum.
Again Helen bent over, her bottom throbbing, and waited for the next one. Down it came with a loud ‘Thwack’
‘Yeooowww’ screamed Helen. Jumping up yet again and clutching her bottom, eyes starting to water. ‘Mum, I’ve had enough, can’t you stop now?’
‘No I can’t. You’re going to learn that I mean business from now on.’ Said mum.
‘Can’t you stop there and stop my pocket money or something.’ Pleaded Helen
No I can’t. Now for heaven sake get down and stay down.’ Said Mum forcefully.
‘No’ replied Helen.
‘What’ yelled her mum.
‘I said no.’ said Helen defiantly.
Mary glared at her rebellious daughter. ‘Right you can take the last two or you can wait until your father comes in and let him give six, and he’ll do it far harder than I do.’
That stopped Helen in her tracks. She thought for a moment and decided discretion was the better part of valour and bent over.
‘I hate you mum.’ She muttered.
‘You might hate me now, but you’ll thank me later,’ said mum, giving the cane a viscous swish that made Helen shudder. Then she whipped the cane across poor Helens bottom and caught her just across the point where her bare flesh joined her knickers.
‘Aaaaaggghhhh’ screamed the poor girl and leapt up again, dancing round the floor clutching her bottom.
Mum waited for a few moments.’ I can stay here as long as it takes. The sooner you bend over and get the last one the better for you. Helen glared at her mum through tear stained eyes. Reluctantly she decided it would be better to get it over with so down she went. Mum raised the cane for the final time and again whipped it down.
‘Ooooooowwww’ yelled Helen, jumping up and doing a war dance round the room. Mum waited impassively until her daughter stopped.
‘I hope that has taught you a lesson you won’t forget in a hurry.’ Said her mum.
Helen said nothing, looked at her mum with a glare and ran from the room up to her bedroom. Mary stood thinking for a moment and reflected on how much she had enjoyed the session. She went upstairs to replace the cane and passed Helen’s bedroom on the way where she saw her daughter lying face down on the bed and crying bitterly. Slowly Helen composed herself, got up and went to the mirror. She eased her knickers down and gave a gasp as she saw her poor bottom covered in six angry looking lines. Bitch, she thought, how could she do that to me. Meanwhile Mary had started to think about going to Jackie’s next week and what it would be like to bend over herself.

[keith1960s_boy]

A wonderful account. I got the cane from my mum a few times in the 1960s and reading this I wonder if she ever had the same feelings of anticipation when she had decided to give my bottom "6 of the best".