The Christmas Present

A young couple enjoy their first Christmas together.

By Will Pearson

 My name is Laura, and this is my story.

I went to a grammar school in the 1960s and the discipline was strict. Boys were often on the receiving end of the cane, and girls got the slipper. I developed a fascination with spanking. I didn’t enjoy getting the slipper, but I had a morbid interest in any of the boys, especially the ones I fancied, getting the cane. I thought I must be very weird, and kept these feelings to myself, but I knew that my fascination was of a sexual nature. And I knew that I wanted to know what it was like to be on the receiving end of the cane. After I left school, I tried to forget my feelings, largely successfully. Then I met Will.

Will was not my first boyfriend, but he was quite different to the others. He had been to a boys public school. When we talked about school, he told me that he had been caned on a fairly regular basis at his school. As you can imagine, this piqued my old interest, and I suppose it was very evident to him that I became excited when we talked on this subject. So it was that he revealed to me he was also stimulated by the topic. He told me that he fantasised about girls getting the cane at school. I told him that I had been subject to corporal punishment, which excited him incredibly, and that I’d never had the cane, but always wondered what it would be like.

After a few months, I had moved into Will’s flat. We were very much in love, and many people in the 1970s lived with each other, sometimes only for short periods. I moved in just a month or so before Christmas, and we looked forward to spending our first Christmas together. We opened our presents on Christmas morning, and then, when we were done, Will went out to another room, and came back with another parcel, and an envelope, which he gave to me. The parcel was a narrow box about 3 feet long, wrapped in Christmas paper, and Will told me it was his special present to me, and that I should open that first, and then the envelope.

I was very excited and tore off the paper to reveal a cardboard box. I was completely in the dark as to what was inside and ripped open one end of the box. It seemed to be empty! I put my hand inside and felt a thin stick. I pulled it out of the box. It was a light brown polished stick and at the far end there was a curved handle. It slowly dawned on me that I was looking at a school cane! My eyes must have been popping out of my head.

Will said: “Merry Christmas darling!” And hugged me. I could feel his erection as we came close to each other.

My mind was in a whirl, and I was still speechless.

He pulled away and said: “Now open the envelope.”

I retrieved the envelope from the table and for the first time noticed that on it was written, rather formally, just my name: “Laura Robinson.”

I nervously opened the envelope and pulled out the sheet of paper folded within. I opened it and read: “You will report to me in my study for punishment at 5pm on 25th December.” It was signed: “W. Pearson.”

I sat down heavily on the sofa, still clutching the note. My stomach was a mass of swirling butterflies. Will had gone in to the kitchen, and he called out: “Coffee?”

“Please,” I squeaked.

I picked up the cane from where I had put it down and ran its length through my fingers. I flexed it in my hands. It was very whippy, but I only bent it into a semi circle as I didn’t want to snap it.

My mind was in turmoil. This was certainly the most amazing Christmas present I had ever had! We had talked a bit about me getting the cane, and about Will’s experiences of it, but this was totally out of the blue. What excited me most about this was that he had taken control. It seemed to be out of my hands. I was to report to his study at 5pm, TODAY, for my PUNISHMENT!

What would I get? How would he give it to me? What should I wear? I was buzzing with questions, and I could feel my pussy getting moist as I thought about the answers!

When Will came back in with the coffees, he was smiling. “Well?” He said.

“Oh Will, thank you, thank you!” I exclaimed, and hugged him. I could still feel his erection. This was amazing. I put my hand on it.

“We’ll have less of that until after 5 o’clock,” he smiled. Which definitely meant more of it after 5 o’clock, I surmised.

“Yes Sir, Sorry Sir!” I found myself saying.

The next six hours went by in a mixture of apprehension and extreme excitement. We didn’t talk about my appointment at 5. I had to decide what I was going to wear. He had left this to me. After all, I suppose it was my fantasy, although I was sure it was his in equal measure.

I thought about his experiences of the cane at school, and what he was wearing. He had been caned in his pyjamas by the prefects and in his school uniform by the headmaster. I was tempted to wear my nightie. This would be more intimate and would give us immediate access to all areas. However, I still had my old school uniform and the thought of wearing this was just too much to resist. I went upstairs and retrieved it all; skirt, blouse, tie and white socks. I selected a thin skimpy pair of white knickers, and a pair of my plainest shoes. Will had never seen me in my uniform. I hoped he would like it.

After having our Christmas dinner, we settled down on the sofa to watch the television. I don’t think either of us were really watching the James Bond film that was on. At about 4.15 I excused myself and went up to our bedroom. I ran a bath, then stripped off all my clothes, examining my body and in particular my buttocks in the full length mirror.

I was about 5’6” in height, slim with boyish hips and a nice shapely, but not over-padded posterior. I wondered how it would look in an hour’s time! I washed myself in the bath, then dried myself and dressed in my outfit. I heard the door to Will’s study, which was our second bedroom, shutting. My stomach was doing somersaults, and my hands were shaking! It was 4.55pm. I brushed my hair and flicked it back, then examined myself in the mirror. I did look pretty convincing as a schoolgirl. Still two minutes to go, and I was shaking like a leaf as I waited. I picked up the note from my dressing table and went out on to the landing.

At 5pm precisely, I raised my fist and tapped on the study door.

“Come in.”

I turned the handle, pushed the door gently open and entered. Will was sitting behind his desk facing me with a stern look on his face and a sparkle in his eyes as he took in my schoolgirl uniform. He was dressed in his best suit. My Christmas present was on the desk in front of him. I stared at it briefly, then approached the desk and handed him my note. He took it, opened it and read it.

“Sit down,“ he said, and motioned me to the chair facing him across the desk.

When I was seated, he said: “Now Laura, for some time I have been most disappointed with your behaviour and I have decided the time has come for a short sharp shock. Do you agree?”

“Yes Sir,” I said quickly.

“Good. You haven’t been caned before, have you Laura?” He asked.

“No Sir!” I replied very nervously.

“Very well. I am going to give you eight strokes of the cane, and I’m afraid they will be on your bare bottom!”

I gasped.

“Stand up girl and remove your skirt,” he continued.

I undid the clips and stepped out of my school skirt, then folded it and put it on the chair.

“And your knickers please!”

I faced him across the desk, and very slowly and deliberately tucked my fingers into the waistband and lowered them, stepping out of them and revealing my moist and shaved pudenda to him. I added the knickers to my skirt on the chair then stood up straight.

“Right girl, move the chair over there, and then bend over my desk,” he ordered, removing his jacket and putting it on his chair as he said it.

He then picked up the cane and swished it through the air a couple of times as I stood in front of the desk. He flexed it almost double in front of me and for a brief moment I feared it would break in two.

“Come on, over you go. Legs apart. Further!”

I complied hurriedly. The moment was approaching. He moved round behind me and there was a brief pause. Then Swooosssh. I didn’t feel anything to start with and then the line of fire spread across my cheeks.

“Ahhh!!” I exclaimed.

“Quiet girl,” he admonished.

The cane rose again and fell until all eight strokes had been delivered. My bottom cheeks were on fire, but something else was on fire as well, and as soon as we had finished we both ran into the bedroom, tearing our clothes off as we went.

The End

© Will Pearson 2013