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the
stairway, hands atop her head. Dark hair draped midway down her
back and tapered between her shoulder blades, tan flesh
highlighted by steelblue lace.  Toes as close to the corner as
she could get them her perky ass tipped slightly outward,
the fabric of her panties tightened across her
lush curves.
    Blue-eyes closed tight, Jaylin exhaled, not
at all looking forward to what would soon take place.
 Callum's thrashings ALWAYS hurt.  He caned
hard and rather thoroughly, a young woman came to learn that
she must behave when he was done with her.
    What seemed to be many hours passed, but in
truth it had only been less than thirty-minutes.  Callum came
in, put a hand on Jaylin's back.  "So young lady.  I hear
you smarted off last night."
    Jaylin swallowed, nodded, but did not turn
her nose away from the wall. "Yes sir." the answer caught in her
throat.
    Callum let out a breath.  "Are you
ready?"
    A bob of the head, quickly she remembered to
add.  "Yes sir."
    "Over the chair." Callum ordered.
    With a sigh Jaylin strode over to the chair,
in her peripheral vision, out the window she noticed pedestrians
pass by on the sidewalk.  It
was humiliating (and deliberately so) anyone
who might happen past on the street below could,
provided they glanced upward at the right angle be able to see her
being caned.  Only translucent yellow curtains were
a barrier to maintain Jaylin's dignity.
    Forward Jaylin leaned, reached out across and
gripped tight onto the very far end of the arms of the Spanish
chair.  Torpedo C-cup tits, encased even as they were in
a well fitted lace brassiere jiggled about.
    Behind Jaylin, Callum began to tug her
knickers down.  He lifted the elastic, pulled the
delicate fabric away from the cleft of her pussy.
 The bikini briefs were soon bunched around her
knees. He pushed on the small of her back, over her Celtic knot
"tramp stamp" so that she would stretch ahead even more.
 Jaylin felt her triangle of pubic hair brush
roughly against the chair's back; the sensation caused
her to let out a halted breath.
    This position left her almost on
tippy toes, slender legs spread Jaylin's
most intimate parts were now exposed.  Tan,
pert ass at a perfect peak and prepared to endure the rod's
sting.
    A posture, very much almost a lunge which
made it impossible for Jaylin to, out of reflex of course reach
back and protect herself.  Were she to do so, she'd end up
face forward onto the chair seat. Jaylin always held her
posture!
    Cane hefted, Callum tapped it and then let
loose a sharp whack!
    "OUCH!" Jaylin's grip on the chair arms
hardened.
    Again he brought the rod downward; its
tip caught her near her pussy. Jaylin let out an earsplitting
yowl!
    Twelve more equally harsh lashes, twenty-four
in all Callum hooked the cane over the chair back.  As for
Jaylin, she remained in her spot, this was not over.
    Callum grabbed the oversized eleven-inch
Plimsoll, began to smack it across Jaylin's bouncing womanly
globes.  Each swat produced a grunt from the brunette whose
backside, striped with purplish welts now had started to turn a
deep crimson.
    At last Callum ordered her back to the
corner, but this time she would not stand there.  No, instead
she would be seated on a small wood stool.
    Gingerly Jaylin lowered herself,
panties tangled still around her knees onto the cold hardwood, toes
still on tips.  Obediently she placed hands on top her
head, elbows to either side, her tits prominently bulged out over
the top of her bra.  The pain raw throbbed and ached in her
bare buttocks, she grimaced.
    Tears dripped from Jaylin's big blue
eyes.
    There on the hardwood she waited until her
mum returned.
     
     

About The
Author

    Rodney C. Johnson lives in Westbrook, Ct.
with his two beagles, Zoey and Bentley, plus the family cat
Gretchen. He enjoys reading and writing. He considers himself a
“Foodie”. His love of Science Fiction was driven by Star Trek and
Frank Herbert’s