Free Skirt Lifted Vol. 2 by Rodney C. Johnson Page B

love taps. Kaela's mum gave her disobedient
daughter a genuine punishment caning, meant to hurt, and ensure her
daughter's contrition. This would be a thrashing Kaela recalled for
a very long time.
    “OUCH!” She couldn't help herself, Kaela
bolted up.
    Fiona cautioned. “Next time you're out of
position, you'll get extra strokes. Now, back over.” She tapped the
cane in her hand. “And I'd thought to be nice, and only give you
nine strokes, though, you deserve many more.”
    Wiping her eyes, Kaela got back into place.
The blistered condition of her backside didn't make movement very
easy, her butt stung like hell. Brutal! They were at six. Three
more! If she could hold out for three cuts, her nightmare would
end. Of course there yet remained corner time. Compared however to
the actual thrashing, that'd be a piece of cake.
    The next three cuts made Kaela's buttocks
bounce, and ferociously jiggle.
    Alas, a piece of cake, this caning session
did not prove to be. Kaela made the thoughtless mistake when her
mother reached stroke number nine, to get up, and clutch her sore
bottom cheeks. Not so surprising, as number nine had been a cross
stroke meant to be laid across the previous welts.
    Kaela wept, and got back into place.
    Fiona delivered the extra cuts quite harshly,
which caused Kaela to yelp, and shutter as they careened into her
rump. The concluding stroke intersected opposite that of the ninth,
to brand a rived X on top of the crimson ridgelines that scarred
her butt.
     
     
    Hands on head, Kaela found herself, nose
pressed into the parlor's corner, beside a bookcase. An hour she
had to wait like this. It shouldn't have felt as humiliating as it
did. Compared to the thrashing anyway, but as she stood there,
looking at the canary yellow wall, she realized corner time wasn't
going to be as smooth as she hoped. The urge to rub her abused ass
soon set in, very tempting. But Kaela knew she mustn’t, or things
would get worse.
    Instead, Kaela shut her eyes; a warm feeling
began to grow inside her pussy, even as the ache in her swollen
buttocks intensified. Were her cheeks ever bruised too,
purplish-yellow welts ridged her ass, and thighs, right at the
crease between butt and legs. Just the act of breathing caused her
butt to throb. God, she wanted to rub it!
    While she stood there, bottom on display,
knickers around her knees, Kaela heard her dad come into the
parlor, she didn't glance over to look at him, nor did she speak.
He opened a drawer at a desk, removed a paper and soon after left
the room, without any comment.
    Finally it got to be too much, the ache, her
pussy a gathering fire, a fact which made her blush.
Intellectually, the caning did not 'turn her on'. There existed a
world of difference between a thrashing from mum, and a guy
flipping her across his lap to spank her butt to a rosy blush. A
mild spanking appealed to her, like it did many girls, the
punishment, not so much. Even though the dampness of her pussy
betrayed her true urge. Kaela wanted to go to her room so she could
cum!
    Though she should have known better, Kaela
gave in, attempted to rub away the soreness. Yet to no avail. Of
course, this proved to be a profound mistake on her part. Next
thing Kaela realized, she got herself hauled over the sofa, mum
walloped her caned ass with an oversized slipper. “Corner time,
means hands on head young lady.”
    “OW! OW! OW!” Kaela yelped, but her
protestations got her no mercy.
    Fiona continued to slipper for a solid ten
minutes.
    When finished, Kaela's mum put her back into
the corner, added an express warning. Don't move or touch your
butt, next time she'd get another caning. Kaela was fairly
convinced she couldn't endure more of the cane...
    Now her arse really felt swollen, and
misshapen. More bruises began to form over the barbarous scarlet X
which the cane had tattooed on her butt. Miniskirts would be out of
the question next work week, nor did she enjoy the thought of
wearing jeans. Too painful!