"Trousers and pants down" my wife ordered briskly in her best schoolmistress tone. As she was in fact a gym mistress at a nearby girl's college perhaps it wasn't much of pretence. As I obey her command she flexed the crook handled rattan cane she had earlier had me fetch from her well-stocked punishment drawer.
"Bend over the stool. That's it. Legs straight now, grip the stool leg tightly. Eight strokes of the cane. Please count each one aloud and say thank you ma'am after each stroke. Ready." I waited. Nothing. As I relaxed my bottom muscles again she brought the cane down with all her considerable force and skill. Swish thwack.
"Oh, aagh" I yelped and remembered just in time to count " one, thank you ma'am." Swish thwack. "Two, thank you ma'am." Two raising red wheals had been placed across my bottom, so straight they might have been drawn by pencil. " Six more to come" my wife announced "and all will be just as hard" Tears welled up in my eyes. Swish thwack. " Aagh, three, th-thank you ma'am." Swish thwack. "Please ma'am…not so hard please" I pleaded. I composed myself. "Four thank you ma'am." Swish thwack. I yelped loudly and jumped up clutching my scalded rear, hopping from one foot to the other.
"Get back across that stool this instant," my wife Kay demanded her eyes ablaze. "Really Walter what has got into you? Try and take your caning like a man. I've thrashed schoolgirls harder and they have made less fuss than you." I bend submissively over the stool again. My scarred bottom awaited further punishment. " You forgot to count, Walter, so its still four plus a penalty stroke for your outrageous behaviour that's five more to come." "Yes ma'am" I meekly reply. Swish thwack. "Five. Thank you ma'am." Swish thwack. I howled and the first tears came rolling down my cheeks. "Six. Thank you ma'am." Swish thwack. The tears flooded out now and I had to try really hard to say through them "Seven. Th...Thank you ma'am." Swish thwack. I was blubbering hysterically now and could barely croak "Eight thank you ma'am." Swish thwack. "Nine oh please thank you ma'am." "Get up and stand in that corner hands on head," she commanded and still crying freely I rushed to comply. As I stood displaying my well whipped bottom and trying to control my tears, I heard the punishment drawer open and the cane replaced on its hook. I trembled visibly as I heard Kay withdraw something else from the drawer.
"Turn around," Kay ordered. She was holding the heavy tawse in her hand. "You've earned a good old Scottish belting before bedtime. When I return, I want to see your backside back over that stool as soon as I enter the room. Now face the wall again please. Will you never learn that in the bathroom every time I find the toilet seat up, I will cane you? It's a simple rule: seat up, pants down."