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shoeless and in stockinged feet on the dark hardwood floor,
cane in-hand ready to hand it over, soon about to be soundly
thrashed.
    “Skirt up, knickers down,” Callum said after
he took the cane from her, which he then bent in a full loop to
show off its dreadful whippiness. “Elbows on the seat and keep
those fingertips out, eyes front.”
    Tanith began to lift her black skirt, tight,
but not so much so that the smart and stylish sheath couldn't be
hiked upward to her mid-section to then be folded out-of-the-way.
Rather snugly the skirt remained in place and framed a womanly
apple-bottom. Thumbs in the waistband of her Curvy Kate coral thong
Tanith at last slipped her knickers down past seemed French-Coffee
colored nylons and got herself into place. 
    Not a very comfortable posture at that, on
her elbows, with manicured fingertips outstretched, Tanith's 32F
tits threatened to blow out of her sheer white blouse at any moment
as she struggled to maintain her bowed stance. Top heavy upper half
now much lower than her equally round generous rump.
    Thrump! The cane landed almost with a
dull thud, like drumsticks which had hit on a tightly stretched
drumhead. Tanith didn't scream, instead right leg kicked up and
maroon lips jolted open while she struggled to master the sharp,
biting pain.
    Thrap! That slash produced a rather
girlish grunt. 
    “Ooomphf!” Tanith exhaled in a gasp.
    Abortive cries came from the curvy girl after
each stroke and sure enough, Tanith's stockinged toes curled
backward in their nylon encasement. Each toe seemed to absorb the
impact of the cane as they pulled up from the hardwood floor under
her stockings.
    “OW! OW! OW!” cried Tanith Cofler amidst her
mournful sniffles when Callum finally completed his task and sent
her to stand in the corner, skirt still up, and rod held under her
sore bottom cheeks, criss-crossed now with twelve, throbbing hot
purplish lines.
     

Chapter 10. Wake Up Call
     
    Groggily, Jaylin sat up in her bed, and
stretched.  She threw aside her lavender blankets, got to
her feet and felt the plush forest green carpet beneath her toes.
 She let out a long defeated sigh. Mum'd peeked into
Jaylin's room a few minutes ago, before she had went off to
shop to give her 20 year-old daughter a wake up call and
remind Jaylin that she needed to be downstairs in a timely
manner.
    You see, Jaylin was in for it... that's to
say a sound thrashing awaited her downstairs.  Last night at
supper she had been engrossed with her mobile, texting her friends
about what they were going do on the weekend (a concert), mum had
warned her. "Put the mobile away, you're being rude!"
    Jaylin responded with a curt reply,
mouthed-off, and rolled her big blue eyes and then returned to her
phone.  A Huge mistake, which she came to regret right away.
 Mum's response had been to inform her she'd put a
call into Callum early the next morning.
     
    Chills, at what had now become a
nonnegotiable decision caused Jaylin to shake in her
seat.  
    Callum Laird, her mother's friend and a
neighbor.  Mum had been a single-parent, a long time ago she
had struck upon the notion it was best for her daughter to have a
strong male figure in her life.  When it came time to
discipline, Callum administered it.
    Jaylin had an appointment with a cane.
 Padding reluctantly down the stairs, a frown on her
face, and dressed only in steelblue lace bra and bikini
knickers decorated with little flower buds she saw what she most
dreaded.
    Sure enough, just as mum had informed her
before going out for the afternoon, the crook handled cane and
slipper had been set out.  Both rested across a low
wooden framed Spanish chair which was placed beside a wall near the
floor to ceiling window that looked out over the street
of their London flat. The chair however had been turned around so
its back was out rather than flush against the white wall
as it usual would have been.
    Jaylin put herself in the corner below