Mother pointed to the arm of the chaise, and said: “Bend over, please.” It was the first time I had been bare bottomed in front of my new mum and it was even more embarrassing to know that she could clearly see my fanny from the back too.
“Now then – you will receive six of the best. You may cry, but there is to be no screaming or carrying on – is that clear?” “Yes, Mother.” I had to concentrate very hard on this last command as the cane was laid squarely across my bare buttocks for the first stroke. It hurt like nothing I had ever experienced before, and there was a deep, penetrating pain that went right into my bum.
Mother gave me my first caning very efficiently and confidently. As I found out later, she had been authorised to use CP at her school and had whacked many a naughty boy or girl, although all these earlier customers were more fortunate than I, in that it was either over trousers for boys or on the seat of their knickers for girls.