The first time I was caned, I was fourteen years old. I was rude to my Mother, and she put me across her knee and lifted up my skirt. She then hand-spanked my bottom.
But I made a terrible mistake. I swore at her and used the ‘F’ word. In those days it was terrible.
She went red with rage. She pulled a cane out of a rubber plant pot and forced me down on the sofa.
She held me arm behind my back and thrashed my bottom with the cane. I don’t know how many strokes…perhaps 20. After it was over I was told to leave my panties down and stand in the corner.
I didn’t want to argue!
I was still there when my Father came home from work.
She called me over, took off my skirt, and ordered me to hold out my hand.
I was given three strokes of the cane on each hand. Then I was sent to bed with no tea.
After that, I was caned several times over the next couple of years.