Jenny and Jane

A mother deals with her daughter’s rebellious streak in a time honoured manner.

By Frances Stephenson

The Danby family had come to stay for a week or two. Julia had known Delia Danby for ever and they had been friends at school and had kept in close touch ever since. Delia had a daughter Jenny who was just a bit younger than Julia’s daughter, Jane. The two girls had been friends since they were born and although maybe not close friends they shared many interests and similar views.

Jane was now just over 18 and had matured into an attractive girl with soft brown curly hair and lovely hazel eyes; she had filled out over the last six months or so and now showed off a fine figure, she was also blessed with a lovely pale soft skin and she had a slightly vulnerable and shy look, her legs were well shaped if very slightly stocky and the whole picture was rounded off by an impudently jutting bottom.

Jenny was of much the same height but her hair was much darker and shorter than Jane’s; she had twinkling brown eyes which gave her a cheeky and self-reliant look. She had the general look of someone who is used to getting her own way. She had an excellent figure although more slender than that of her friend.

The two girls had not met up for some months and were keen to catch up on topics of mutual interest. Jenny was somewhat surprised to note that the pronounced rebellious streak exhibited by Jane had now completely disappeared and Jane seemed both docile and indeed anxious to please her mother. Jenny touched on the subject but Jane seemed anxious to avoid a direct answer; Jenny resolved to bring the matter up later as the change in Jane’s attitude seemed so pronounced.

The next morning Julia and Jane were sitting down to a leisurely breakfast with Delia and Jenny and were planning their forthcoming day.

“I thought we might have lunch at 1 o’clock and then the go and see the lovely gardens at Trenchards.” Said Julia. “The girls probably won’t want to come but I’m equally sure they will be able to find something to interest them. I have several jobs to do so if you don’t mind I think I will get on and make a start. You won’t forget our appointment at 11 o’clock, Jane will you?”

She looked at her daughter in a pleasant enough manner but with a glint in her eye and her daughter was left in no doubt what she meant.

“Oh, Mummy, please, not today, we have guests.”

“No Jane, there is no flexibility in this and I wish to see you at 11 o’clock. What we have to do will not take long and you should have sufficiently recovered to join us for lunch at 1 o’clock.”

Jane looked quite agitated with her lovely hazel eyes showing her distress and apprehension.

The Danby’s had been silent during this short interchange but Delia Danby decided to take advantage of a long-standing friendship and ask what was actually going on.

“For the last few months I have been caning Jane’s bottom every week,” said Julia with a certain amount of satisfaction. “She is now used to the regular application of my cane and it has worked wonders for her general attitude and demeanour. I normally only give her four strokes to serve as a reminder and to keep her used to the procedures that might happen if she steps out of line. Naturally if discipline does seem necessary by her actions over the previous week then I increase the number of strokes and, indeed, their severity.”

Jane was looking not only apprehensive about this but now very embarrassed and she was blushing furiously.

“Oh Mummy, please don’t talk to everybody about it. It is bad enough when you punish me without it being made so public.”

“Don’t be silly, Jane,” said Julia. “You have known the Danby family all your life and indeed I was at school with Delia. There is not much that we don’t know about each other. Now I must get on. Please don’t be late, Jane, as you know what that will entail and don’t forget to wear your red skirt. It will save lots of time and trouble if you don’t have to struggle with your jeans, and don’t forget to wear thin knickers or it will be bare bottom time.”

Having completed her daughter’s discomfort in this masterly fashion Julia got up from the table and joined by Delia who was helping her with her early morning chores.

The two women very good friends and Delia had no hesitation in asking Julia about the forthcoming caning.

“Oh yes, Delia, I was going to talk to you about it and to thoroughly recommend it. It has had an outstanding affect on Jane who was going through a bit of a difficult patch, being thoroughly uncooperative and moody as well as untidy and disobedient. As I said, I have been regularly caning her for a number of months and after the first few sessions she has now settled down and has accepted these weekly sessions. I will only be giving her the basic four strokes today but I have also instituted a penalty system whereby she is required to mark a small blackboard with a mark indicating that something has not been carried out smartly and promptly and any disagreements with me. This has also proved to be a splendid innovation as each mark on the blackboard equates to an extra stroke of my cane. Jane might be a bit sorry for herself but this soon passes and, as I say, she has come to accept this disciplinary procedure as part of her life.

Julia’s words struck a definite chord with Delia who was looking deeply reflective and after a short pause obviously made a decision.

“Julia, I have been having some problems with Jenny for many months now and I am at the end of my tether as to what we do for the best. You seem to have hit upon a very satisfactory conclusion and I must say Jane seems brighter and more attractive following your regime.

“Jenny has been a real pain in the neck and something must be done. Do you think we could join you when you cane Jane, which will give Jenny a very clear idea of a punishment alternative that could well come her way on a regular basis? Having seen Jane receive the cane, I wonder if I might think about caning my Jenny as well, maybe next week?”

“My dear Delia, I would have no problem whatsoever in doing what you say. So please join us in the study just before 11.0 pm. I do like to be prompt as I try to keep to a set ritual as far as punishment is concerned and it leaves Jane in no doubt as to what and when it awaits her.”

Delia went in search of Jenny and when she found her she told her Julia had given permission for the two of them to watch Jane being caned. Although somewhat sorry on her friends behalf, Jenny had to admit she was deliciously excited by the prospect of watching her friend receiving the cane on her bottom.

“You can take that look off your face, Jenny,” rasped Delia. “I have asked Julia’s permission for us to be there for one reason and one reason only. That is to watch and take in the whole business of Jane being disciplined. I will tell you now that, subject to what goes on in the study, I intend that will have a regular meeting with the cane in a similar way to what Jane receives. The effect on her behaviour, attitude and obedience has been so very marked and your own recent behaviour patterns leave much to be desired. So I would suggest you watch closely what goes on and remember that you will be in a similar position in the not too distant future.”

Predictably, Jenny violently objected to this course of action and wasted no time in telling her mother of her views. Delia dismissed her daughter’s objections by telling her that nothing had been decided upon but she was going to keep her options open. She had been much impressed by Jane’s overall demeanour and change in attitude.

“Something needs to change, young lady,” she rasped. “We will talk more about this later on today.”

The morning wore on quite quickly and at 5 to 11 Delia found her daughter and told her they had better make their way to the study. Jane had already arrived and was looking distinctly anxious while Delia noted she was wearing a short dark red skirt which showed plenty of her creamy thighs and well shaped legs ending in her impudently jutting bottom.

‘Hm,’ thought Delia. ‘Julia seems to have got her previously rebellious daughter well under control as she is here waiting to be punished in spite of the fact she is looking both apprehensive and anxious.’

Jane looked very nervously at Delia and Jenny, and asked them what they were doing in the study at this time.

“Julia told us to be here,” responded Delia. “She thinks it will be good for you to have a friendly audience for what is to come.”

“No, no I will not have it,” said Jane, in some agitation.

At that moment the situation was saved by Julia arriving.

“What’s all this, and what will you not have, Jane?” She asked in a severe tone of voice.

“It really is not fair, mummy. I really do not want to have an audience while you cane me, especially Aunt Delia and Jenny. It is embarrassing enough them knowing that you cane me without actually seeing you do it.”

“No, Jane, the matter is closed and Delia and Jenny will stay and watch me cane you. We will have no more argument or dissension on the matter.”

Jane set her face and looked mutinous at this turn of events but her mother fixed her with a steely glare and said: “The chalk is by the blackboard, Jane. Please mark the board with the number ‘1’.”

Jane looked horror struck at this additional development but she knew from past experience her mother, once she’d given an instruction, would require Jane to abide by it. Jane reluctantly turned and moved over to the small blackboard which was fastened to the wall near the cupboard in which the canes were kept. Trembling slightly, she picked up the chalk and marked the board with a ‘1’.

“That’s right, Jane,” said Julia. “Now fetch me the cane from the cupboard and we can make a start.”

Jane moved to her right and opened the cupboard. She took out a slender but whippy looking dark yellow cane, about 3 feet in length. She returned and handed the cane to her mother, who took it and proceeded to swish it in a menacing manner. Both Jenny and her mother watched with increasing trepidation and Jenny moistened her lips.

“Now then, Jane,” said her mother. “You know what to do. Stand behind that chair and reach up and pull your knickers up as high as they will go. Good, that’s splendid. Now bend over the back of the chair and hold on to the front legs and lift your skirt as high as it will go.”

Jane did as she was bid and stretched over to grasp the front legs of the chair. Reaching back, she lifted her skirt as instructed. Her creamy thighs were now completely exposed and her splendid bottom correctly presented for what was to come. She was wearing quite thin pale blue knickers which had ridden up to expose a good deal of pale creamy bottom cheeks.

Delia realised that although Julia had stipulated that Jane should be wearing thin knickers, in reality it seemed to make no difference as a good proportion of Jane’s luscious bottom was freely on view and this area would doubtless receive more than its fair share of the caning to come.

Julia positioned herself to Jane’s left and swung the cane in a wide arc, with a slight twist of her hips and a firm swing of her right shoulder. The cane made contact with its soft target with a loud ‘thwuck’. Jane uttered a heartfelt gasp and her bottom moved from side to side in an effort to absorb the sharply stinging pain. Before long there was another sharp whirring sound followed by the same ‘thwuck’. Jane softly squealed and again her bottom moved from side to side.

Delia and Jenny had watch these first two strokes in awestruck silence and Delia, especially, was much impressed by Julia’s firmness in carrying out the caning.

Jenny was patently not so sure. Two more measured strokes were delivered to Jane’s bottom and Delia noted that her squealing had got progressively louder, but she did not move from the stance in which she was ordered to adopt and Julia notes this with approval.

“That’s your four strokes completed, Jane,” she informed the girl. “Stay in position for a moment before I deliver the final ‘blackboard’ stroke.”

Julia waits for about a minute and then tapped Jane on the bottom with her cane.

“Right, Jane, here comes the last stroke.”

With that, she delivered the fifth stroke quite low down on her daughter’s bottom, and somewhat harder than the previous four. The cane seemed to curl around the soft springy part at the base of Jane’s bottom. Jane squealed again but she knew she must maintain her stance until her mother tells her otherwise. After about two or three minutes, Julia tells Jane that she may get up, which Jane does and presents a rather red and tear stained face to her mother. She also reaches behind her and gently rubs her red and sore bottom.

“Thank you for my caning, Mummy,” Jane managed to say as she took the cane from her mother and returned it to the cupboard.

“You may leave us now, Jane, but don’t forget that I will expect you in the dining room at 1 o’clock for lunch.”

Jane left the study and headed for her bedroom in order that she may give her bottom the cherishing it was urgently demanding.

“Well Delia, how did you find the caning? Although it looked painful, and probably was, it will not last for that long and I have every expectation Jane will join us for lunch and be none the worse for her experience.”

“Well Julia,” said Delia. “I am really most impressed and all the more so as it seems to have had such an exemplary affect on Jane herself. I have told Jenny that I fully intend to subject her to the same regime and would ask you if we can take a more active role in next week’s session?”

“I’d mother not, please no,” said a clearly agitated Jenny. “It really looked very painful in spite of the fact that poor Jane seemed to take the caning very well indeed.”

“Maybe it’s not really as bad as it seemed, Jenny” said Julia. “But you will be able to sample it first hand next week when your mother wields my cane, or I could do it for her.”

Jenny looked at Julia with some horror. The image of her caning her daughter with such a seeming severity was fresh in her mind and her hand went involuntary to her bottom as though in imagining the whippy strokes. When Julia had left the room, Jenny continues the conversation with her mother and stated she was not prepared to accept the cane.

“No, Jenny,” said Delia firmly. “There is absolutely no negotiation in this matter and while you’re under my roof you will do as you are told. A salutary caning has certainly worked wonders for Jane’s demeanour and general attitude, and I hope that it will work for you in the same way.”

Jenny continued to look mutinous and Delia realised she would have to nip this rebellion in the bud.

“Jenny, I have told you what is going to happen, so let us hear no more about it otherwise your first session will have to include you going to the blackboard and marking it as I direct, and you know what that will entail.”

Jenny immediately perceived she was in a no-win situation and resolved to accept the new regime, however painful it might be.

Delia and Jenny joined Julia in the dining room at 1 o’clock and were pleased to see that Jane had joined them. Jane was slightly flushed and a bit moist about the eyes but otherwise her demeanour was unaltered. She did, however, take some care when sitting down and moved about a bit in order to find a comfortable position, indicating that her bottom was still giving her some concern.

Delia and Julia had gone off to visit a nearby garden centre and Jenny took the opportunity to talk to Jane about her regular punishments.

“It’s really not as bad as it seems,” said Jane. “It does sting and hurts for a time, especially if mummy lays it on a bit but the pain soon goes. The worst part of today was having my bottom caned in front of you and Aunt Delia. Having my bottom regularly caned does bring home to me that I have, in the past, behaved in an appalling fashion and been very rude and uncooperative, and have caused my darling mother many problems. I do also appreciate that the normal way of dealing with behaviour of this type was a ‘grounding’ but I also see that although this is incredibly boring for me it does nothing to help with my mother’s annoyance and frustration. In this respect a caning not only teaches me a sharp lesson, on a regular basis, but it is also something that my mother can do to me to vent her frustration. Make no mistake, if I do anything that requires extra punishment I will be caned with more severity and a greater number of strokes then you saw today, and she would probably require me to remove my knickers altogether.”

Jenny drank in what Jane had to say and acknowledged the sense and truth in it. She was still unhappy about having the cane herself and resolved to think about it over the next few days.

Julia and Delia returned from their garden centre visit and Jane jumped up and offered to make them both tea. This action pleased Julia, and Delia regarded with satisfaction another manifestation of Jane’s general improvement.

As the days pass, Jenny was becoming increasingly apprehensive about her forthcoming ordeal and again approached Jane for reassurance.

“Really, Jenny, it is not that big a deal,” said Jane in a reassuring manner. “It is, of course, embarrassing to have to go through the ritual before actually getting the cane. My mother is always insistent that this is rigidly followed as she regards it as part of the actual punishment. The caning does sting, sometimes more than others, but it is soon over and I just grit my teeth and accept what is coming. I think to myself that however badly it stings it will soon be over.”

Jenny continued to look apprehensive but her friend’s almost cheerful acceptance of the cane did much to reassure her.

Julia invited Delia and Jenny to stay for a few weeks and so it seemed there would be plenty of opportunity to continue the discipline of the girls.

Julia informed Jane that she was going to take Delia with her to the local town and visit the old-fashioned ironmongers where she purchased her cane those months ago.

“I’m sure you and Jenny will find lots to do,” she told her daughter. “We will be back around about teatime.”

“Yes, mummy,” replied Jane. “We will make sure we have tea ready for you when you return.”

The two women left the house and Jane turned to Jenny and said: “That’s lucky for you. I had to go with mummy when she purchased her cane and there was a ghastly man in the shop who served us and almost leered when he realised what my mother wanted to purchase. He certainly did when he realised that I was going to be the recipient of the cane.”

“Heavens! That must’ve been so embarrassing,” said the sympathetic Jenny. “This whole business of getting the cane is rather getting to me and all these refinements add to a total and are so distressing.”

Julia and Delia arrived at the ironmongers and Julia was pleased to see the middle-aged assistant who helped her choose her cane was still there and waiting to serve the two ladies.

“Good afternoon, Madam,” he said in a somewhat ingratiating manner. “And if I may ask, how is your lovely daughter?”

“She is going along well, thank you, and has greatly benefited from a weekly application of the cane I purchased from you.”

Mr Barton, the shop assistant, clearly remembered this lady and her luscious daughter and he remembered the delightful swing of that young lady’s hips as she moved about the shop.

‘How splendid,’ he thought. ‘That the delightful young girl was actually receiving the cane on a weekly basis. What a pity she’s not accompanying her mother today.’ He would have liked to have seen her again. He left his thoughts aside, however, and concentrates on these two ladies.

“This is my friend, Delia Danby, and she has a young daughter of much the same age as my Jane. She has been much impressed with the disciplinary regime I have imposed on my daughter and she would very much like to do the same. To this end, we are here to purchase a cane similar to the one you sold to me.”

“Yes Madam,” said Mr Barton eagerly. “I have the very same and he brought a pale yellow whippy looking cane from under the counter and placed it within reach of the two ladies. Julia picks it up and, after a few practice swings, pronounces it more than satisfactory.

“Here, Delia, see if you like the feel of it. It is remarkably similar to the one I have at home. You will enjoy using it on your naughty daughter.”

Mr Barton listen to this exchange with rising excitement.

“Thank you, Mr Barton, we will have this one as it seems a good choice and should deliver a satisfactory session.”

The cane was purchased and the two women left the shop and returned home to find that the girls had, indeed, prepared tea for them. Jenny’s face fell, however, when she saw that Delia was carrying a painful looking cane. She became even more anxious when Delia insisted on showing the girls a couple of practice strokes.

“Well, girls, and you especially Jenny, you see that I am now kitted out and ready for action.”

The next day dawned and it was the dreaded Thursday. Both girls were looking a the bit anxious but Jenny especially so as it was the first time she would be subjected to a regular disciplinary session. Breakfast was a pretty subdued affair and Julia took an early opportunity to suggest to her friend that they set about clearing up.

Before going, Julia said to both of the girls: “You two won’t forget our appointment at 11 o’clock, will you?”

Delia nodded in agreement.

“No mummy, we will both be there,” confirmed her daughter.

Both, when walking to the study, were pleased to note both of the girls were waiting for them. Jane was quite plainly dressed in a short white blouse and Navy blue short gym skirt which showed a lot of pale thigh. She was also wearing white knee socks and black pumps. The overall effect was quite charming and made Jane seemed much younger.

Jenny was similarly attired in a short yellow blouse and a mini tartan skirt of subdued blue and green pattern. She too was wearing knee socks but the colour was grey and her shoes were low heeled and black. She also looked appealing although apprehensive and very nervous.

“I do not think there is anything else we have to do, so we might as well get on with the businesses in hand,” stated Julia. “Jane, fetch me my cane please.”

Jane walked over to the cupboard and removed the cane, which she brought over and handed to Julia, who proceeded to swish it in her customary manner. Both girls stared at the cane in trepidation.

“Jane, come over here and stand behind the chair as normal. Pull your knickers up tightly and bend over and hold on to the front legs. Now lift your skirt so that I can have a good view of the target area.”

Jane did as she was told and reached back and folded her gym kilt up over her waist to expose her pretty bottom encased in close-fitting white knickers which had been pulled up to expose a good deal of her pale bottom cheeks.

Julia did not see any reason to delay proceedings and proceeded to cane her daughter’s appealing bottom with much the same severity as she usually used. All four strokes landed on the lower part of her daughter’s bottom, as Julia regarded the extra discomfort of sitting down as all part of the punishment.

With four strokes completed, Julia told Jane she could now stand up.

“Move over to the side of the room, Jane,” she said. “It will be good for both you and Jenny to see her being caned.”

Delia now moved into centre stage and told her daughter to bring her cane from the cover, which Jenny did most reluctantly. She handed the implement to her mother.

“Thank you, Jenny,” said Delia. “I am rather looking forward to using this on you. I feel it will mark an end to my frustrations at your behaviour, and there had better be no objections from you, my girl as I see that Jane has cleaned her small blackboard and that there is fresh chalk beside it. Please believe me that I will not hesitate to order you to mark this blackboard if you show any signs of objection or dissension and you know what blackboard marks would mean.

Jenny paled and quietly reassured her mother that she was prepared to undergo her session with the cane without any problems or objections. Jenny was ordered to stand behind the chair and, like Jane, was ordered to pull her knickers up before being told to bend over the chair and hold on to the front legs. She reached behind and lifted her miniskirt until her bottom was properly presented and encased in thin yellow knickers. These too had ridden up and Delia was pleased to see there is a good deal of pale bottom on offer.

She started to cane her daughter and was pleased to note the first stroke had landed just where she aimed it. Red tramlines immediately appeared and her daughter’s bottom moved violently from side to side in an effort to contain the sharply stinging pain; she also gasped and squealed.

Delia took no notice and waited for her daughter to compose herself before delivering the second stroke which landed just below the first and on top of Jenny’s overhang where the bottom is at its softest. Again there was a sharp squeal but not as loud as previously.

‘She is getting used to this,’ thought Delia, and it delivered the next stroke which whipped into her daughter’s already sore looking bottom. Delia would not admit it but she was thoroughly enjoying working out her inbuilt frustrations by caning her daughter’s pretty bottom. The last stroke landed quite low down as Delia had followed Julia’s example in caning her daughter’s lower bottom.

“Stay where you are, Jenny,” instructed Delia. “I will tell you when to get up.”

She waited for two or three minutes whilst drinking in the picture of her daughter bent over the chair in this archetypal way. She finally told Jenny she could get up. Jenny lost no time in obeying and clamped both hands to her outraged rear-end.

“My new cane was in need of exercise,” said a clearly satisfied Delia. “I hope that was a session you will remember for some time and that it will be repeated at weekly intervals for the foreseeable future. Now Jenny, return my cane to the cupboard, if you please.”

Jenny took the proffered implement and walked somewhat stiffly over to the cupboard where she replaced the cane.

“Thank you mother for my caning,” she remembered to add before she was dismissed and joined her friend.

Over the next few days, Delia noticed a marked change in her daughter’s behaviour with the girl becoming much softer and tractable. She was certain this change in her overall behaviour could only be due to the caning she had received and, probably more importantly, the prospect of further canings to come.

Delia and Jenny settled down to enjoy the rest of the time they were spending with Julia and Jane. On one occasion, Jenny started to be argumentative but a quick quelling glance from her mother made her stop in her tracks and she blushingly stopped her objections and hoped that her mother would not hold it against her at their weekly meeting.

The girls had been invited out to parties and gatherings including a tennis day and they had both enjoyed themselves very much. Their respective parents had no objection to the girls enjoying themselves provided they did so within the parameters laid down beforehand. Naturally the big ‘no-no’ area was drugs and both girls had it drilled into them that they must not, under any circumstances, experiment with any kind of drug regardless of what their friends might do. Alcohol was permitted but restraint ordered. The dangers of overheated snogging were also brought to bear. The final restraint was that a predetermined time for the girls to leave the party they were attending must be strictly adhered to. The girls were left in no doubt that retribution would come their way if they failed to keep within these guidelines.

Both girls were very attractive and found themselves in great demand at the social gatherings, and so many of the constraints seem to have minimal relevance.

Jenny and Delia left and returned home on the Monday but, on the Saturday before, a party had been arranged by Tony Denison who lived perhaps 100 yards away. Jane asked him if she could bring along her friend Jenny and he agreed stating that girls were always more than welcome at his parties and that he hoped she was as pretty as Jane.

Although the party was not scheduled to start until about 9.00 pm, Julia thought it unrealistic to demand that the girls should be home before midnight. It was therefore agreed the girls could stay until 2.00 am.

“Parties always tend to get a bit messy after that time,” said Julia. “The party is only 100 yards or so up the road and we would like you back by 2 am at the very latest.”

Naturally the girls wanted the final time to be extended but both Delia and Julia were adamant that curfew time should be 2.00 am.

“It will give you plenty of time to mix and mingle and enjoy yourselves,” Julia stated, and so the two excited girls left for the party at 8.30 to help with the organisation and setting up.

Delia and Julia settled down to a good gossip and a light supper with a couple of glasses of wine. Both were quite relaxed and went to bed at about 11 o’clock. Mindful of the fact their respective daughters were due home by 2.00 am, at about 2.30 Julia was aware her daughter had yet to return. She got out of bed to find her friend anxiously waiting on the landing.

“This is outside of enough,” said Julia. “I am going downstairs to have a look around.”

Both ladies, attired in their dressing gowns, made their way downstairs and having ascertained that girls were not in the house Julia opened the front door and immediately heard some rustling in the bushes and some subdued giggling.

She switched on a powerful torch she was holding and called out: “Come out of there immediately. I know you are there and there is no use pretending that you are not.”

There was more rustling and general movement from the bushes and the two girls emerged together with two rather shamefaced looking boys.

“Right you two girls, inside this instant,” rasped Julia. “And you two boys had better be on your way, sharpish now.”

Confronted by a clearly annoyed mother, the two boys mumbled good night and made their way back to the party.

Julia returned and closed the front door behind her and confronted the two girls. With Delia close by her side she took in the sight of their daughters who both looked as though they had been partying well. Both were flushed with their hair tousled and their clothing dishevelled which indicated that some of the garments had either been removed or at least unbuttoned at some stage. In addition, both girls were flushed and smelt of alcohol.

Julia acted as spokesperson for both of the mothers and stated: “It may well have escaped your attention but we specifically ordered both of you to be back by 2.00 am and it is now nearly 2.45, added to which you have both been clearly drinking and having indulged in some strenuous petting. Now go to bed, the pair of you, and we will continue this discussion tomorrow morning.”

Both girls said a rather subdued ‘good night’ and made their respective ways to their beds.

In view of their disturbed night, Julia decided not to serve breakfast until 10.30 the following morning. So, having informed Delia and the girls, she settled herself into bed.

The next morning, Julia thought that a good English breakfast would go down well and serve to nullify the effects of alcohol. She was also fairly certain neither of the girls and eaten much during the previous evening. She was soon joined by Delia who helped her with the finishing touches to breakfast and the two ladies had a brief conversation about the events of the previous evening, and more importantly what they intended to do about it.

In next to no time they were joined by the two rather pale faced and anxious girls. Julia pressed food onto them and watched with some amusement as they both demolished a substantial cooked breakfast. The four of them sat round the kitchen table drinking coffee and making desultory conversation.

Julia decided to force the pace and opened the conversation by saying: “Well you two girls seem to have little to say about your behaviour last night and the fact that you missed our previously agreed curfew time. You had clearly been drinking more than just a little alcohol and your clothing indicated you had both been indulging in a heavy petting situation which was reinforced by the fact that we found you in the garden, behind some bushes with two boys. I assume neither of you will attempt to deny any of these charges.”

“No, mother, I cannot deny that these things happened as you say,” said Jane.

“Yes, Aunt Julia.” Said a clearly nervous Jenny. “I agree with Jane and cannot deny any of the charges you have made.”

“I have spoken to your mother this morning, Jenny, and she is of the opinion that you should be treated in exactly the same manner as I intend treating Jane. Retribution for your actions will be swift and, I am afraid, painful. You will both be thrashed later on this morning and it will be more meaningful than your weekly canings. You will both be required to remove your knickers and accept a caning on your bare bottoms whilst you are bending over the chair in the study in the usual way.

“We are both agreed the caning will be much more severe than usual and consist of eight well laid on strokes which should ensure you both feel sorry for yourselves for quite some time. The normal system of ‘blackboard extras’ will apply, so make sure you both behave yourselves or it will become an ever increasingly painful experience for you.

“The time is now 11.45 and we will expect you to be in the study, suitably clad, at 12.30.”

Two very apprehensive and forlorn girls left the kitchen knowing full well that in a very short space of time they would be getting a severe and painful caning.

The End

© Frances Stephenson 2014