Today Miles was visiting to Mrs Dupree to have a look at her friend’s computer. Elaine Whyte was concerned about the amount of time her eighteen year old daughter Amy was spending on line and Miles had offered to investigate her internet browsing history.
Mrs. Dupree left Miles alone in the kitchen with the laptop. It didn’t take long to find the information he was looking for; there were two accounts on the computer one for Amy and the other was her mother’s. Feeling a bit guilty Miles read through Amy’s online chat log. It was clear she and a number of her friends had quite a crush on her new PE teacher, a Miss Pippa Stanton. Next the browsing log. Miles couldn’t believe it, almost all records showed spanking blogs and video sites. There was a fetish based social network site and when Miles logged on he found profile photographs showing the most graphic of images. Thankfully her face was hidden. The last thing Miles came across confirmed Elaine’s fears. Amy had been making arrangements to meet with a stranger and would clearly be in danger if this meeting was to materialise.
Before closing down the computer curiosity got the better of him and he went into have a skim through Elaine’s profile. Clearly surfing pornographic sites was a nightly activity. The respectable Elaine White was clearly obsessed with anal play. Miles couldn’t believe how many websites focussed on ladies trying to force large objects into their tight bottom holes.
Miles didn’t know what to do. Part of him wished he hadn’t looked but he was relieved he was able to help Mrs. Whyte stop her daughter getting into trouble. He called Mrs Dupree through.
As always Mrs. Dupree took control and made everything simple.
“It’s easy,” she said in her clear confident tone. “Amy is interested in caning and she is planning on meeting a stranger. I’ll let her know what a proper caning feels like and warn her off putting herself in danger.”
“I’m not sure if I should say anything but...”
“Spit it out Miles!”
Miles told Mrs. Dupree about the mother’s browsing habits.
That evening Mrs. Dupree telephoned Mrs. White and told her not to let her daughter out of her site. She explained what her daughter had been doing on the internet and the potential danger she was in. A suggestion was made to bring her round after school the following day. Before hanging up the phone Mrs. Dupree told Elaine not to worry, explained that her daughter was getting herself into a bit of trouble but it was nothing that she could not put right if given permission to do so.
A grateful Mrs. Whyte replied, “Yes anything.”
Amy Whyte was surprised when her mother insisted on meeting her from school. At eighteen years old she thought it strange being met at the school gate along with the younger girls.
The senior girls were never met by their mothers, it just wasn’t done. At school Amy felt like she was an adult. The uniform was basically the same throughout the school: grey skirt, grey blazer with blue trim round the lapels, white blouse and grey v-neck sweater. The younger girls wore white knee length socks but in the sixth form they were allowed to wear grey tights. Amy and her mother laughed when they first read the school uniform list because it actually said grey stockings. obviously it hadn’t been revised for years.
“Who is this woman we are going to see then?” Amy was a bit put out by being lead away by her mother.
Amy’s mood changed when she met Mrs. Dupree; she tended to have that effect on people.
As they sat down in the lounge Mrs. Dupree began.
“Amy... I am going to get straight to the point. Your mother came to see me because she was worried about the amount of time you were spending on the internet and that you were becoming withdrawn. I have had a look at the history on your computer and it seems your mother is right to be concerned.”
Amy didn’t know where to look, she was mortified.
“I have spoken to your mother and offered to sort this out here and now. So this is what is going to happen.”
Amy was beginning to feel relieved that she didn’t have to contribute to this conversation.
Mrs. Dupree continued in her marvellous style. “I am not going to go into the details of what was found. It is natural to be curious and I think you are already embarrassed enough. We are more concerned with the reckless and downright dangerous plans you were making to meet someone who approached you online and we need your assurance that this must stop.”
Amy snivelled a quiet, “Yes miss.”
“Right, to get the message across and put an end to this nonsense I am going to cane you and you are going to promise that you will never make arrangements to meet strangers over the internet.”
Amy’s head was spinning. She had fantasised so much about being caned and now... now she didn’t know what to think. This isn’t how it happened in her fantasies.
Amy was eighteen years old, an adult; she knew that all she had to say was no and she would be able to walk away. But she wanted closure.
Mrs. Dupree continued. “I shall cane you in the dining room. Would you like your mother to come with you?”
“No! ...sorry, I mean no thank you it’s quite alright.”
As they walked through to the dining room Amy noticed the cane was already laid out on the table. It looked quite a lot thicker than the canes in her imagination and certainly thicker than many of the canes she had seen used on the internet.
Mrs. Dupree picked up the cane and flexed it between her hands.
“Please remove your skirt and bend over the table.”
Amy obediently complied.
“That’s it hold the far end of the table and don’t let go.”
Amy had such a pert little bottom it seemed a pity to mark it.
The grey tights were stretched over the white cotton bikini panties. The right cheek was left more vulnerable as the panties had ridden up into divide between the two cheeks.