A Story by the Divine Miss E

For Openers

This is a follow on post to yesterday’s post. This is a short story she wrote. One way to communicate what is desired. She wanted to experience the cane. The aunt refers to Bacall.

From Tendril99@xxxx.com Sun Dec 27 19:08:15 1998

Dear D:

I am writing this to you, but I don’t want to hear a word about it.

She greeted him airly with a peck on the cheek and collapsed on the bed with her fav mag. She hoped he had forgotten his recent promise. He sat down beside her with the look of his face she had come to dread.” Sweetheart, we have some unfinished business. We must settle some affairs and then meet your aunt for lunch.” She pouted and threw down the magazine. “Oh puh-lease, will you just
give it up? I don’t want to be spanked and I’m not going to let you do that anymore!” He rose to leave and her heart gladdened. Good- that was showing
him!

He walked to the closet and returned, cane in hand, to stand before her. The color drained from her face. Her brave resolve left her. “Please don’t!
Anything but that! I’ll take my paddling, PLEASE”

He heard the panic in her voice and for a moment pitied her. But, he was faithful to his task. “Young
lady, today you will learn an important lesson. You will not dictate how or when I will discipline you. I have decided that you will be caned for your
disrespect and refusal to mend your ways. You have had every opportunity, yet the behaviour has persisted. However, I will allow you this: After receiving one stroke of the cane, your behaviour during the rest of your punishment will
determine if and how many other strokes you will have. I require that you speak respectfully, prepare for your punishment, and assume the position as I
direct you. Any reluctance or refusal will be dealt with harshly. Do you understand me? ”

She eyed the door but noted she could not escape. She wondered if she could bolt to the bathroom and lock herself inside, but saw that avenue was blocked
as well. Terror stricken, she nodded, but could not bring herself to speak.

Before, she could always delay the inevitable by arguing or refusing to hold still. Now she knew that would be impossible. If he meant to do a thing, that
thing would be done.

“Raise your skirt and put yourself over this chair.” As he spoke, he rolled up the sleeves of his beautifully starched shirt. She walked slowly to the
chair he had placed in the middle of the room. Slowly she raised her skirt and lowered herself as instructed. Her legs trembled as he pulled the white
panties below her bottom. “Now then, that’s no position for a proud minx like yourself- he tapped her legs-straighten your knees and lift that bottom.”
Cowering against the chair, she did as he required, bottom now ready for the cane. Stroking her cheeks with the cane he said, ” Now perhaps you’ll be in a
mood to have a little talk. Tell me why I’m having to cane you today”

Whimpering, she listed her misbehaviours. “and what should I do about your impudence?” “Correct me, Sir” Her eyes were full of tears, from the
humiliation of her position as well as the dread of the pain to come. “I am angry that you have pushed me this far, and when I am finished, I trust we
will not have this conversation again.” Tapping her bottom one last time, he drew back his arm and brought down the cane as firmly as he could. She cried out and leapt up, hands on her bottom in agony. “You will remain in position until I give you leave”.

Back across the chair she went, struggling to regain her composure. “Will I need to use this cane again, or do you plan to accept the rest of your punishment gracefully?” “No, please! I will!” He placed the cane on the chair before her. ” Let this be a reminder for you.”

And then he reached for his favorite paddle, and wondered what the lunch special might be today. He resumed his task briskly, “mustn’t keep your Aunt waiting”, he thought.