Skirt Lifted Vol. 1 by Rodney C. Johnson Page B

angled to
the girl’s dismay wasn’t far from a large bay window.  Anyone
out on the street could see into the brownstone. On more than one
occasion a passerby would catch a glimpse of a girl’s bared
upturned butt as it endured the cane or tawse.
    “A hard walloping will do you good.” Orin
told her.
    Truthfully Falon agreed, it was her own
fault, she should have kept better track of time and she’d not have
missed curfew.
    Orin lifted her T-Shirt, placed his hand on
the small of back and forced her further down, held her in an
immovable grip around her waist. He rested the sole on her
rump.
    Falon further bent, felt her tits knock
together, no bra. The leather rubbed her butt and then the whack
landed and she let out a yelp that carried throughout the
house.
    Whack!
    Whack!
    Whack!
    It was very a hard, thorough spanking, Orin
didn’t let up until he’d changed her tan ass to a red that
glistened with color and felt of heat. Falon jumped and cried the
whole time he smacked the shoe down on one cheek and then the
other.
     
     

Chapter 3. Caned Before Bed
     
    Tanya Strutt closed the door to her room,
reached behind her and began to unfasten her tight beige
skirt.  She pulled the clinging sheath down nylon covered legs
and kicked it aside letting out a sigh.  How could she be so
stupid, over charging her father’s credit card for all those
CDs?
    For a moment she stood in her bedroom and
glanced around nervously looking at the pink wallpaper and Hello
Kitty motif in nothing but smoky-black stockings and white,
pink-striped shirt.
    He’d be up here soon to punish her, Tanya was
sure it’d be at least six, she never got less then six and that
usually took a half hour and always on the bare.  This was
likely to take longer Tanya was sure she was going to get more than
six, it could even be twelve or if he thought it more effective her
daddy might apply twenty-four stinging strokes.
    It was 9:00 PM on the dot.
    The nineteen year-old went over, sat on her
bed unbuttoned top exposing her 34B-Cup breasts in a royal blue bra
with white frills purchased recently from Victoria’s Secret, the
same day in fact that she went and maxed out her daddy’s credit
card.
    Daddy loved her, but he could be strict, very
strict when she was naughty.  Almost always for her
infractions she either got spanked of caned.  Not even a good
pout could spare her a sound thrashing when she had been
naughty.
    Tanya threw her strappy shoes aside, crossed
her legs and waited for the dreadful sound of her daddy’s ascent up
the stairs to her open the door of her room.
    Clomp, clomp, clomp came from outside her
room Mr. Strutt walked up the stairs, he reached the door opened
it.
    “Tanya” her daddy spoke sternly.  “I
gave you that charge card to purchase effects for University, not
waste on a night out with friends and certainly not for toys and
goodies.” He admonished went over and took down the straight Kooboo
cane from her dresser.  It was a dreadful whippy thing, not
much thicker than her pointer finger, nearly forty inches in length
it stung like hell.
    “Now young lady you know what’s expected of
you.  Stand up, knickers down and touch your toes.” He ordered
tapping the rod in his hand.
    Brushing her hand through her auburn hair
Tanya looked at her father with big pleading eyes, she begged:
“Please daddy I’ll pay you back, please don’t thrash me!”
    “Tanya if you don’t bare you bum and touch
your toes I’ll add extra and maybe even apply a bit of the tawse.”
He took her by the arm and pulled her to the center of her
room.
    Tears glistened in the corner of her blue
eyes, Tanya sighed placed her thumps in the black waistband of her
panties and eased them down over her shapely tanned hips past her
garter straps to the back of her knees.
    A perfect, well trimmed “airstrip” of
red-brown pubic hair soon was exposed.  Spreading her feet
apart a few inches to balance herself Tanya leaned down, touched
her toes,