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(***, M/m, Intense, Teen caning)
A girl discovers caning. (Approximately 559 words. Originally published 1998-02.)
CRACK! The sound was like a rifle shot. It sent such terror through my body that I nearly piddled in my panties.
Again came the dreadful sound, followed by a stranger and somehow even more frightening one: my brother crying.
My brother is much older than me. I was about five at the time of his first caning; he must have been ten or eleven. I have always looked up to him, and he has always been protective of me. The thought of big tough Tommy crying made me begin to weep.
Then the door opened and I saw Tommy stumbling out of my father's study. He was sobbing and holding onto his bottom as though afraid it would fall off. He ran toward his room. My father loomed in the doorway, tall and foreboding, a long bamboo rod in his hand. His expression was stern and as he turned to go back inside his study, his eyes caught mine. He did not smile but only stared at me. I could not move. His eyes bored into me and I stopped crying. I could only stare at him in horror. I couldn't understand why this man I loved so much would hurt anyone, especially me or Tommy.
As soon as the door was shut I ran to Tommy's room. Though I knew he did not like me to enter without knocking, I did so anyway. He was standing in the middle of the room, naked, and looking at his butt in the mirror. When he saw me he was furious.
"Get out of here, Erin! Bloody pest!"
I did not speak or move, but only stared at his bottom. Where it normally was white skin was an angry series of weals. Some looked dark and purplish. I began to cry again.
"Oh, sis, it's okay," said Tommy, becoming compassionate. "Pop just had to give me the stick, that's all."
This only made me cry harder.
"Here, you want to put some cream on me?"
I nodded, sniffling. Tommy laid face down on the bed and I got to smear lotion on his sore bottom. There were six welts, each about as thick as a man's finger. They were whitish on the insides and dark red along the edges. They reminded me of railroad tracks.
It was strange. The welts both fascinated and repelled me. A part of me wanted to run away. Another part wondered what they felt like. The part that frightened me the worst was that I suspected it wouldn't be too long before I found out. I resolved then and there to become a good girl. I swore to myself I'd never be naughty again.
That night as I lay in bed I saw the face of my father as he stood at the door and stared at me, that awful cane in his hand. I began to cry. Finally I got up from bed and went into Mum and Pop's room and got into bed with them. They were both very sleepy and didn't say much, though I could tell they were surprised. I was just happy that my Daddy didn't have the cane with him. He looked normal then, and I snuggled up in his arms and fell right to sleep.
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