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The Seat of Learning, Part Three
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Letter From A Strict Mom II - "The Seat Of Learning"
Part 3
How could we refuse, especially after the wonderful trimming job
he had done? It's true that no direct practical purpose would be
served in allowing Timmy to yank out a couple of hairs from a
very sensitive area, but we feel that anything that adds to the
"aversive" quality of a discipline session is all to the good. We
wanted Nancy to be determined to never go through this
experience again.
As it was, we let Timmy pull out ten hairs, I guess as a nod to the
decimal system. He picked ten closest to Nancy's wrinkled little
bumhole. With each one he teased Nancy playfully by first
pulling gently and then giving little pulls that increased in force
until the hair came out by its root. It appeared that this experience
was fairly distasteful for Nancy as she squealed and whimpered
quite a bit with each teasing yank. Then when each hair was
pulled out, she gave out a shrill scream and clenched her buttocks
as hard as she could, quivering and sighing and begging Timmy to
stop.
After that we finished up the shaving job and Nancy's nether
regions were as smooth and hairless as the day she was born. Most
impressive now was the plumpness of her pussy, and the
prominence of her red clitoris. The area was clearly very robust
and *did* appear to be showing signs of arousal.
"Well, Nancy, I hope you like your new look as much as we do."
teased Dave, drawing a mournful moan from his unfortunate
bottom up daughter. "Now, we have something a bit more serious
to take up with you. When we began this session I told you that
any hesitations or refusals on your part might have dire
consequences for your bare bottom."
"No! No! I-I-I'll be good! I promise! Don't birch me!"
"We're not going to birch you, as it turns out. We're going to cane
you."
"C-cane me? W-what's that?"
While this conversation was taking place I removed from a
cupboard a long rattan cane that I had purchased only recently.
Besides believing very strongly in the effectiveness of corporal
punishment for teenagers, Dave and I are big fans of variety in
methods and implements. First, the fact that the culprit never
knows exactly what his/her fate might be adds to their trepidation.
Second, many times a punishment can be extended to a greater
number of strokes by varying both implements and the parts of the
body that are to be punished. Third, variety adds spice to the
experience for the parent.
I had done some practicing with this new cane. I didn't want
anything amateurish or awkward to be present in the first stroke
that I was going to deliver to Nancy's tush. I wanted her to feel
each stroke intensely, from the very first one. During practice
sessions I had used a pillow for a target. I invented what I think is
a very useful practice technique - perhaps your readers might like
to know about it. I borrowed from my husband a container of
purple powdered construction chalk - the kind that is used to
"throw chalk lines". I coated the cane with the chalk, gave the
pillow a good whack, and there was a nice purple line on the
pillow. The chalk can be dusted off, by the way.
I practiced until I could produce parallel lines at one half inch
spacing while still striking with almost maximum force, making a
very pleasing "thock" as the cane struck.. I also practiced hitting
the same line more than once, figuring that this would probably
produce especially interesting results on Nancy.
Dave said, "Timmy, why don't you warm her up with a good
spanking?"
"Sure, Dad!"
"Ohhhhh! No, not Timmy...."
Timmy gave our upended teenager a solid slap on her left bottom
cheek.
Slap! "Oww!" Slap! "Owwww!" Slap! "Ouuuch!"
A flurry of very hard but evenly distributed slaps soon had poor
Nancy's bottom and thighs turning pink and then red. Then
Timmy started to focus on one spot on the inside of Nancy's right
thigh. After about ten on this spot the pain seemed to become
almost unbearable and Nancy was screaming, begging Timmy to
stop.
Timmy didn't seem to have any interest in paying attention to such
beseeching, and kept on punishing the same spot. It must have
gotten twenty slaps in all before I told him to stop. The attacked
area was a dark red and Nancy was writhing around and crying her
eyes out.
Timmy backed away and I held up the cane for Nancy to peruse.
"Oh please, Mom, don't!"
"But Nancy, you *didn't* obey us like you should have, did you?"
I was swishing the cane through the air, clearly terrifying the
youngster.
"N-o, Mom, b-but I will from now on...a-and my bottom and legs
already hurt a lot..."
Nancy was so wonderfully presented for the cane that there was
really no chance that I would pass up this opportunity. Her new
"bare look" made her look so deliciously vulnerable - only a
superhuman could resist! Besides, I felt that Nancy really did need
to suffer the consequences of her disobedience.
"Yes, I'm sure they do, dear, but I'm afraid I must make them hurt
quite a bit more. You have to learn that disobedience during
discipline is simply not tolerated."
I whipped the cane down across the lower part of her bottom, near
her tailbone. Snap! A white line appeared almost immediately
across both cheeks.
"Ahhhh! Ah! Ahhhgggg! Oh, stop! Stop!" as Nancy experience
the sharp, swelling pain in her bottom.
Quickly I gave her four more sizzling parallel lines across her well
positioned, well spread butt, spaced about an inch apart. She
yelled, moaned and pleaded in a frenzy, but to no avail. Dave and
Timmy seemed fascinated by the frantic motions of Nancy's
hindquarters. I paused and we watched as the color of the lines
turned to red, and a set of raised welts formed. They looked as if
the must be very painful. Nancy apparently thought so too as she
had broken out into a sweat and was sighing and quivering
between her moans.
"Will you ever be disobedient during discipline again, Nancy?" I
asked.
"Ohhhh No! Oh No, No No NO!" Nancy cried.
"Well, just to make sure, I'm going to give you one more - six of
the best, you know."
"Ohhhhhh, noooo!"
I decided I would try my hand at having the cane land on one of
the already established welts. I swished the cane through the air a
few times. With each swish, Nancy's butt contracted and twitched
nervously. It was rather amusing and Dave and Timmy chuckled.
I brought the cane down hard, with a deft snap of the wrist and it
collided exactly on top of the middle of the five welts. Thwock!
If Nancy hadn't been fairly well secured, she would have gone
through the roof. As it was she let out a terrific bellow and just
about turned over the table she was tied to. It was a very satisfying
reaction for me to witness, since I had put in some time practicing
that stroke, and it was nice to see how effective it could be. It was
quite a sight too - Nancy's big bottom writhing about madly. Of
course with time I hope to become an even more effective caner.
Nancy will be able to testify whether or not that comes true.
"Wow, Mom, her butt looks like it's corrugated!" observed young
Timmy. And it was true, those weals were three dimensional!
"Just remember, Nancy, you have only yourself to blame for your
sore bottom." I said to the writhing, weeping, red bottomed girl.
"That wasn't part of our original program at all." This was
technically true, although we had really been fairly confident that
Nancy would incur this type of penalty at some point during the
proceedings. "I must say, Nancy, you do present an interesting
picture - would you like us to snap a photo so you can enjoy it
later?" I said cruelly.
This only produced a slight increase in the crying volume.
Nancy was now ready for The Seat Of Learning. We untied Nancy
and helped her off the table. She flinched and yelped when her
sore bottom unavoidably rubbed against the table. She was pretty
woozy and sore and could barely stand. Dave gave her an
"affectionate" little smack on the bum, but it didn't seem to cheer
her up at all!
Then Dave pulled the sheet of the second device - his pride and
joy.
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When you first see the Seat of Learning you might think that it is
nothing more than a straight backed, armless, sturdy looking
wooden chair with a gaily patterned cloth "skirt" hanging from the
seat. Next to the chair, you see what looks like an adjustable book
or magazine "reading stand" - the kind that lets you read without
using your hands, the "book holder" itself being adjustable up and
down and which can swing out of the way or up as close to the
reader's eyes as he or she desires.
"You're going to be sitting in this chair for the next fifteen minutes
or so, dear." I said to Nancy as Dave and I helped her over to the
contraption. Her legs were very wobbly.
"What is it?" she asked through her tears.
"You'll find out soon enough. I'll just say that it's a device to help
you improve in your schoolwork." I said.
"I-I can't s-sit down - m-my b-bottom hurts real bad!"
Timmy snickered at this, "It looks pretty bad, too."
"Shut up, Timmy!" Nancy yelled.
Dave broke in, "Nancy, be polite, or else..."
"Now, Nancy," I resumed, "as to your sore bottom. I'm sorry
about that, but you'll have to deal with it I'm afraid. Now before
you sit down, I believe Dave has one little part that needs to be
added."
"Yes." said Dave, and reached into his pocket, from which he drew
what looked like a rectal dildo, about four inches long, but which
had some kind of metal connectors at the base. Nancy looked at it,
not seeming to comprehend, but knowing from bitter experience
that it probably bade her ill. He reached down and removed a disk
shaped piece from about the middle of the chair seat and inserted
the connector of the dildo into the hole. With a twist, it was
locked into the chair so that the "business end" was pointing pretty
much straight up.
"Wow, cool!" commented Timmy, "Looks like you're gonna get
something up your butt, Nancy."
"W-w-hat is....h-how c-can I s-it...?" Nancy was having a hard
time forming a complete sentence, and her boobs were bobbing
with her rapid, frightened breathing. I could sympathize; it might
be fairly disturbing to be told that you are going to sit in a chair
that has a four inch long rectal dildo sticking up from the seat. It
might make anyone a little concerned.
As if in answer, Dave began to lubricate the dildo with petroleum
jelly. Nancy seemed to be turning pale as she watched. Her boobs
bobbed even more.
"Don't worry, Nancy." said Dave, helpfully, "This little item is
just to keep you from sliding around in the chair too much. You
should be glad because it may keep you from bumping or rubbing
your sore bottom.. You'll probably find that it's really very
comfortable - once you're all the way on it. OK, bend over like a
good girl, and I'll lube you up too! Remember, no hesitation,
young lady."
All of us except Nancy laughed at this - Nancy was about to get a
"lube job".
Nancy had apparently learned that she had to be obedient no matter
what. She turned around so that her back was to Dave and bent
her waist just a little, probably hoping that that would be far
enough.
"Nancy, after the position you were just in, I'm surprised that
you'd be at all squeamish about this." I said, "Now bend all the
way over and spread your legs. Now, young lady." I ordered.
The poor girl obeyed, presenting her well caned bottom, as well as
her well shave cunt and anus, to Dave. I reached over and with
both hands pulled Nancy's bum cheeks even further apart. I
noticed that she gave a little whimper when my hands grabbed
onto her welted flesh. Her bumhole was tiny, pink and wrinkled.
Dave extended a well lubricated finger and with very little
preamble shoved it up Nancy. She raised up on her toes, drew in a
hissing breath, and then let it out with a couple of "Ah!'s" and
"Oh's" as Dave rotated his finger inside her bottom, removed it,
got another glob of lubricant and shoved it right back in. Finally
he made sure that the entrance was also very well lubricated.
"Good girl!" he said, and gave her another "affectionate" slap on
her tush, which made her squeal. "Now I think you're ready to
have a seat!" Dave seemed quite excited about getting to really see
how his invention would work. He eagerly took Nancy by the
hand and positioned her so that she was ready to sit down.
"Sit, girl! Sit!" said Timmy.
"Now, Nancy." said Dave, a harder edge creeping into his voice.
Nancy began to squat down toward her new acquaintance, Mr.
Dildo. She braced herself by holding on the sides of the chair seat
as she sought to get her rear entrance positioned exactly over the
dildo. Once she succeeded she started to let herself down, finding
that she had to spread her legs pretty far to open things up. It
seemed that the first inch was by far the hardest. She winced and
squeaked a couple of times, but all in all, the lubrication did its job
and Nancy was able to lower her self all the way down. She
squeaked again as her sore bottom hit the hard chair seat, then she
seemed to be concentrating on coming to terms with the feeling of
the dildo inside her bottom, with much sighing and quivering.
"Ohhhhh, w-hat are you going to do to me now? It hurts." the
poor thing wailed. She presented such an amusing picture, naked
as she was with her shoes and socks still on and still bracing
herself with her hands to minimize the pressure of the chair seat on
her bottom. Also, she seemed to find it necessary for comfort to
keep her legs well spread, probably not a posture she would have
willingly chosen, given the unprotected state of her pussy.
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