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SSC: Proper Instruction 16
(****, M/f, Intense, cane setup)
A girl teaches her guardian how to discipline her. (Approximately 494 words. Originally published 2000-08.)
Nicole was nervous. In a few minutes, she was to be caned. She'd never been caned before. She had no real idea what it would be like, only that it would hurt. She knew it was similar to a switch, and she'd been switched and it had been agonzing. The cane would be worse.
She went to the window and stared outside. There was no sign of Edward. She paced.
She was supposed to be standing in the corner. That was part of her punishment. But she hated the corner. It was boring. It was one thing to stand in the corner _after_ a spanking. Then you a well-warmed bare bottom to think about. But to stand in the corner waiting for a spanking to come was horrible.
Edward had gone to fetch a cane. He'd found a guy on the Internet willing to sell him one. Nicole had never really thought about the cane until Edward had brought it up. She'd read a few British books in which schoolchildren were caned. It sounded awful. She'd always thought it would be fun to watch. Or perhaps take a stroke or two. But Edward had promised her a full, "official" caning. She hoped that was only four or maybe six strokes.
"Why aren't you in your corner?"
Nicole started. Her mouth instantly went dry. She raced to the corner with her hands behind her head, heart pounding. In her mind she could see Edward standing in the doorway, a long tan cane in his hands. She felt weak at the knees.
"Bring me your hairbrush," said Edward. Nicole wanted to argue, but when she saw his face she didn't say a word. She handed him the hairbrush and obediently went over his lap. He lifted her skirt and began to paddle her butt. It hurt. Badly. Especially with the knowledge that he would cane her when he finished. She desperately wanted him to stop, but that meant facing the cane. But of course the longer he hairbrushed her, the more tender her bottom.
Finally, after thirty or so to each cheek, he stopped.
"Get in position," he said.
Nicole didn't argue. She stood in the middle of the room and bent over, grabbing her ankles. It was just like in the books. She was a naughty schoolgirl, he the stern headmaster. She was about to be thrashed, thrashed good. The short pleated skirt and white top he'd made her wear made it even worse. Or better, depending on your view.
Edward raised Nicole's skirt and pinned it up. Then, after a few not-so-comforting pats, he drew down her panties. Never before had her bare bottom seemed so bare. She could feel every breath of air. Not just on her bottom, but between her legs as well. It made her shiver. Or something made her shiver. Perhaps it was the shadow of Edward behind her, raised cane looming.