They drove through the impressive gates towards a massive early-1900’s style mansion at exactly noon. As her aunt had planned, they had left home at 10:30.
The ride here in the back of the Maserati, which her aunt delighted in throwing around curves, had been very uncomfortable thanks to her being dressed formally in a tight girdle which squeezed her sore bottom. Her offence? None. Her aunt had decided she needed to be ‘kept on her toes’ whilst visiting her aunt’s very good friend, Ellen.
Sally had learnt during the ride there, that Ellen was her aunt’s best friend from her university days. She had been Harriett’s Economics lecturer but from various hints during her chat with Mrs Lee, it was obvious that the relationship had been far more intimate than just lecturer/student.
Ellen was tall, as tall as her aunt and seemed to be in her mid-late thirties. She had run out to the car and welcomed Sally’s aunt with a screamed “Harriiiiiiiii,” and a big bear-hug.
After a long embrace and assurances that never again would they allow so much time to pass without visiting one another, Sally and Mrs Lee were introduced.
Ellen was very polite and welcoming towards Mrs Lee, but Sally received her special scrutiny. “Sally, I have heard so much about you, you look absolutely delicious!”
Sally was not sure about being likened to a dish of strawberries and cream but grinned and replied. “Thank you, Ma’am.”
“Oh, you must call me Ellen.”
“Absolutely not, Ellen, please. I gave her six just before we set off to ensure she is careful and respectful today.”
Ellen must have known all about Sally’s status as she did not comment other than to say, in a laughing tone “Then, I’m a Ma’am.”
A childish voice behind Sally caused her to twirl and hear, “Six what Harriet?”
“Elizabeth, I didn’t see you coming darling, come and give me a big hug.”
The newcomer, who looked only about eleven or twelve, kissed and hugged Harriet and then stood by Ellen wrapping her arm around the lady’s waist. “Elizabeth, please welcome Mrs Lee and Sally. Sally dear, my daughter Elizabeth is just a year younger than you. You are seventeen, going on eighteen I believe?”
“Yes Ma’am, I’ll be eighteen at the end of September.
Elizabeth shook hands with Mrs Lee first and said, “Welcome to our home, Mrs Lee.” She then turned to Sally and, while shaking hands, looked her up and down very deliberately and still holding onto her hand, repeated the question she had posed to Sally’s aunt which got lost in Ellen’s introductions. “Six what, did you give her this morning Harriett?”
Sally took an immediate dislike to the newcomer and tried to pull her hand away but found that it was grasped even tighter. Elizabeth was the most extreme case of delayed puberty that Sally had ever encountered, but the girl was almost as tall as she was, and looked very athletic and strong. The solicited answer from Harriett brought a massive smile to that child-like face, “Six with the rattan cane Elizabeth, across her bottom.”
Sally whose cheeks were turning bright red, sighed quiet relief when the lady of the house announced, “Time for getting to know one another later Sally and Elizabeth, let’s all go through to the back garden, and I’ll bring through an aperitif for all.”
Elizabeth had no intention of releasing her prey however and literally led Sally by the hand to the house and out back to a large stone circular table equipped with comfortable-looking chairs. Once they had seated, and whilst they, Harriett and Shelly awaited Ellen, Elizabeth fired another humiliating question. “Do you need to cane her frequently Harriett and is six strokes the maximum?”
Harriett and Shelly exchanged smiles, quite uncaring that this line of conversation was causing Sally extreme embarrassment. “Yes Elizabeth, I need cane to Sally several times a week and of course, I insist that her teachers do not accept any shortcomings either.”
Just then Ellen came back with some refreshing drinks and snacks on a tray.
The childlike sixteen-year-old carried on with her interrogation which she knew very well was causing Sally difficulty. “Oh wow, in school too! Do you know Harriett, I have never even seen a cane? How long is it? Like this?” She held up her hands a couple of feet apart.
Leaning under the table, Harriett reached into her handbag and holding out the car key to Sally said, “Sally, be a dear and fetch the cane from the boot so that you can show it to Elizabeth.” Elizabeth, who had been sipping her drink, put it down and jumping up, said, “I’ll come with you, Sally.”
While the younger ones were away, Shelly said to their host that she thought her daughter looked very much younger than her sixteen years. Ellen laughed. “She is a very keen gymnast and competes at National level, so she does an enormous amount of training that our doctor tells us often causes delayed puberty. She is not worried herself, although I’m beginning to try and get her to reduce the time spent on the more energetic routines.”
The conversation had just turned to Ellen querying how Harriett’s newest product line was selling when the girls came back. Both looked agitated. Ellen queried her daughter, “What’s wrong dear, have you two been having a tiff already?”
“Mum, I wanted to hold that, pointing at the cane that Sally was holding, and she said no because I’m still a child, so she would bring it on her own. I said, hey you are only a year older, and she made fun of my flat chest and straight hips. So, I said she has huge tits and the widest hips I’ve ever seen.”
Harriett rose from her seat and stared at her niece with her arms on her hipbones.
“Sally?”
The red-faced seventeen-year-old, could well recognise that look on her aunt’s face and tried to play down the events. “Ma’am, she was practically breaking your cane in two to force it out of my hand, and saying mean things about my shape, so I said the first thing that came to mind.”
“Indeed Sally, that is almost always what you say, the first thing that comes to mind. But it’s true isn’t it, you do have oversized breasts and hips?”
Without giving Sally time to open her mouth, she reached forward with her right hand. “Pass that cane, Girl and let’s see if I can teach you to count to twelve before insulting the daughter of our host next time.”
Shelly pushed back her chair and smiled.
Ellen asked her daughter to “be a darling and bring one of the tall wooden stools from the breakfast room so that Sally has something to hold onto while she receives her richly deserved lesson.”
Elizabeth, not believing her luck, ran to fetch the stool and as she went, she heard Harriett order her niece, “Dress, girdle and knickers off, Girl, hurry now. I should not have to tell you how to prepare.”
Elizabeth hoisted the heavy chestnut stool and hurried back so as not to miss any of the amazing preparations. She didn’t.
Sally was just stepping out of her dress revealing a lacy matching bra and girdle. That bust was even fuller than, Elizabeth had thought but it was the multiple-strap girdle and tan stockings that caught her attention more. She had never seen the like and said so.
Her mother laughed. “Yes, Elizabeth they disappeared even before I was born but Harriett rightly insists upon her students and employees wearing them as they are so much more elegant than simple modern underwear, especially so, on big extra-large-hipped girls like Sally here.”
Poor Sally was near tears. Humiliation piled upon humiliation! “Please, Ma’am this is just too much, can’t you punish me without that girl present?”
“Sally, my girl, now, not only will, Elizabeth be present, but your latest outburst has just earned you an extra three strokes which I will ask, Elizabeth to add after I have finished. Now, another word and it will be eighteen.”
Elizabeth grasped her opportunity in a flash and asked, “Harriett, thank you so kindly for offering me the chance to set the balance right but I’ve never used a cane, not yet anyway. Wouldn’t it be more appropriate if I take her over my lap and give her a good long hard spanking after you are finished?”
Harriet smiled broadly, saw the nod from Elizabeth’s mother and responded, “Yes, Elizabeth that is very wise of you and will be a very effective way of finishing off Sally’s lesson in manners today.”
“Why are you dawdling, Girl? Our host will want to get on with the luncheon preparations. Bare that enormous fat bottom so that I can begin the punishment.”
Sally had been frozen in thought, only for a minute, she had stood there trying to put some logic in the way things were unfolding. It took her only that time to realise that yet again, she had no choice but to submit to the decision of her aunt. To turn her thoughts to later when she would return home to her darling Sarah’s care.
Her “Yes, Ma’am, sorry, Ma’am.” Drew an exchange of smiles from all the others.
She undid the suspender clips from her stockings and tugged down the tight girdle. Her difficulty in doing so caused a snigger from the sixteen-year-old.
She placed the girdle on the seat of her own chair and then removed her knickers and added that too. With her hand critically placed to hide her shaved vulva, she moved to the stool and bent over holding onto the bottom rung.
Her aunt did not miss the chance to add more humiliation and taking the cane, slid it up between Sally’s thighs and tap tapped the insides of her thighs. “Come along now, Girl you know how I want those thighs spread wide.”
All could well see not only Sally’s hairless most intimate parts but the six still-vivid parallel lines across the centre of her wide buttocks. It was just above those six that Harriet see-sawed the cane now and measured her distance so that the end of the cane would snap into the furthest curve of the buttocks and not into empty air.
“Now, Sally next time, remember to count to twelve before reacting rudely in future.” She had timed her sentence to end at exactly the instant the cane whipped into the soft flesh.
Whoosh. Whackkk.
Always careful to cock back her wrist an instant before impact to enhance the whipping effect.
Sally did no more than groan and tighten her grip on the wood.
Elizabeth and her mother both moved forward on their chairs and watched agog.
Shelly smiled at her ever-efficient dominant friend, sat back, and crossed her legs.
Harriett wanted to impress her longtime friend and host this morning. She had spoken of her niece and how easily she had slipped into an especially submissive role within Harriet’s school and home. She raised the cane over her shoulder, twisting her hips as she did and then uncoiled like a spring bringing the rattan down to lash across the point just below the previous strokes of earlier that morning with a grunt. That drew a louder protest from her niece and a gasp from the sixteen-year-old seated behind.
Elizabeth was beginning to feel sensations she had never felt in all her sixteen years. Those juddering rounded hemispheres, the newly developing lines of what must have felt like fire, the existing, now less-vivid tramlines, the sweet-looking pink anus and below, the swelling lips. She jumped out of her skin as another stroke exploded less than an inch below the previous one. Her attention moved to the discipliner as strokes four and five were whipped down towards their target. Yes, she thought, that is exactly what this girl deserves, frequent discipline across those exaggeratedly wide buttocks. Across that deserving target. Yes, she could not wait for her turn. She squirmed on her chair as ‘the target’ lifted a leg just after stroke six. The target was now emitting louder yelps and beginning to sob.
Ellen’s attention had been, naturally, drawn to the weaving very large bottom just before her and the girl’s reactions. She was very pretty and downright sexy with those ample boobs, slim waist, and wide hips. She noted her daughter’s fascination, but her main attention was drawn towards her long-time friend, once lover, once student. She was over the moon that Harriett had made the effort finally to come and visit. Undoubtedly, Ellen’s recent divorce had helped the decision along. Whatever, she was here, and she was in wonderful, envious, form. The woman was a natural dominant. It was in her every sinew, every muscle, every bone, every nerve.
