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A lazy girlfriend asks her boyfriend to cane her after failing to take out their trash
A girlfriend clears her conscience bent over her boyfriend's desk before a girls' night out
A disobedient girlfriend bends over her boyfriends knee for the first time

Part 6 of Amy, Christina and Bianca

A girl accepts her boyfriend's belting for deliberate disobedience
A lazy girl finishes a job application bent over her boyfriend's knee


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A young wife repeats her vows under her husband's cane


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A girl is caned on her first date for poor etiquette during dinner

Part 1 of Amy, Christina and Bianca

Late on duty, a superyacht stewardess is bent over the chart table for the wooden ruler
A young wife gets a bedtime spanking for bad manners
When her spanking doesn't hurt enough, a dutiful girl asks for the cane
After reading a hidden book, a marketing executive gets hooked on spanking
Discovering a cane in a hotel, a horny girlfriend takes it home to her boyfriend
Itching for it, a willing girlfriend solicits a tough caning from her boyfriend
A girlfriend is grateful when her boyfriend imposes monthly punishment
A brave girlfriend faces strict cane strokes after lying

Part 7 of Amy, Christina and Bianca

A superyacht stewardess is held to account for uniform imperfections
Bad driving manners lands an obedient girl over the hood of her car for a week of caning
A girl is belted on a first date for brattish behavior
A young wife is strapped for her snappish attitude before dinner with her parents
A fashion buyer is punished on her first date for arriving late
A personal assistant comes during her strict office caning
A personal assistant visits her strict disciplinarian and tells her boyfriend
A well-dressed girlfriend visits her disciplinarian after her behavior crosses the line


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Years after her schoolgirl crime, a principled human rights lawyer get the caning she deserves
A lawyer visits her disciplinarian after masturbating about her girlfriends' punishments
A smart girl is caned over her boyfriend's desk for lying


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A once obedient girl is caned by her best friend's boyfriend for speeding
Two best friends share an unexpected sleepover and their paddled and caned bottoms
Giving unqualified advice about paddling earns a girl four sound swats on her jeans

Part 2 of Amy, Christina and Bianca

A spanked superyacht stewardess confesses further misbehavior
A college girl gets caned and strapped for lying to her parents and her future boss


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An obedient girlfriend bends over the kitchen table for her first ever caning
A girlfriend hosts a successful business dinner after her irritated boyfriend straps her


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Three best friends masturbate after sharing their worst punishments
Changing her jeans, a girl exposes her caned bottom to a curious friend
Her date's stern tone makes a discipline-hungry girl horny

Part 4 of Amy, Christina and Bianca

On a private beach, an embarrassed superyacht stewardess reveals her caned bottom to a guest
Blaming her obvious mistake on her boyfriend, a girlfriend must negotiate a hard spanking
A personal trainer is ordered to wear white panties by her new boyfriend
Questioning her strapping, a girlfriend feels the punishment belt on her wet, bare bottom

Part 3 of Amy, Christina and Bianca

A superyacht stewardess is caned in formal uniform for gross misconduct

Part 5 of Amy, Christina and Bianca

Desperate for discipline a uniformed superyacht stewardess wears non-regulation panties
A willful girl receives a sound hand strapping from her older sister
Overstepping, an experienced personal assistant feels the power of her riding crop
Disrespect leads a personal assistant to request six extra strokes of the cane
Backseat driving forces an over-confident girl to touch her toes for the cane
A girl-next-door is caned for dangerous driving and a wanton lie
A gutsy girlfriend asks for the cane before a work party to prove her obedience
Each regretting meaningless sex, two Swiss finishing school girls whip each other
Two disobedient customer service girls take the gym shoe to keep their jobs
Indiscretion leads two career girls to bed over the same dining table for the cane
An insensitive girl gets caned for bad manners after dinner with friends
A generous girl asks her boyfriend to cane her friend
During a hotel breakfast, a disciplined girl shares her embarrassment with a surprise new friend
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“SHOWING THEM” by the Crimson Kid

LATE JULY 1968

“Don’t even think it,” Dimity Hamilton advised her second cousin Richard Phillips, “That’s simply never been done.”

She liked the slightly stocky sixteen-year-old, whose wavy auburn hair, hazel eyes and pleasant facial features she found to be appealing, but considered him to be overconfident in that area.

Cathleen Wilkes nodded soberly. “Nobody’s ever gotten a ‘three-one-one’ ass-whuppin’ from my mother without kicking, crying and begging for mercy—I know from experience, the person getting it on his bare behind just can’t help himself.” She was a freshly pretty, aquamarine-eyed silver blonde with cascading, curly, shoulder-length hair, nearly eighteen years old and at 5’10” two inches taller than her masculine second cousin.

He chewed his lip. “Maybe I’d end up kicking and crying, but you can be damn sure I wouldn’t do any begging—I’ve got my pride.”

The blonde chuckled. “Male ego, you mean—I’ve dealt with plenty of them, Richie. Trust me, Mom would have you begging her to stop scorching your bare ass.”

Dimity, first cousin to the seventeen-year-old, pursed her lips. “I guess we’ll only know for certain if Richie’s willing to put his money where his mouth is.” The Mediterranean-complexioned younger girl was the physical opposite of the lithe, Nordic-looking Cathleen, having a pleasingly plump, 5’3” tall body, pixie-cut auburn hair, chocolate-brown eyes and a sweet-looking face

“You mean put his FANNY where his mouth is, don’t you?” chortled Cathleen. Her gaze bored into the boy’s eyes. “Admit it, you don’t have the nerve to back up your bragging by actually showing us.”

Dimity shrugged. “You can’t expect him to deliberately earn a spanking from Aunt Scarlett, especially not a ‘three-one-one’ butt-blistering.”

The older girl snorted. “No, because like most guys he’s all talk and no action.”

His pride stung, Richard frowned. “You think so, huh?”

“Until you show me otherwise,” Cathleen countered breezily.

“Don’t be rushing into anything stupid, Richie, just to prove how macho you’re supposed to be,” his younger cousin counseled.

Her show of concern had the reverse effect from what she’d intended, since Richard would’ve done almost anything to impress Dimity, including ‘manfully’ disregarding her warning.

He smiled tightly. “I’m going to show both of you, Dimie…So how should we set this up?”

The three cousins, wearing working clothes, were seated at the kitchen table drinking iced tea, having recently finished their assigned chores for the day.

Cathleen’s grin was predatory. “Okay, if you’re still sure about proving yourself, here’s my idea…”

At forty-four years of age, Scarlett Wilkes fit the image of a tall, buxom, strong-yet-sexy farmer’s wife, a woman who could perform physical labor eleven hours a day yet still have enough energy left to nourish her children and satisfy her husband in the conjugal bed. Although only her youngest child remained at home and she’d been widowed by a traffic accident seven years earlier, the family farm had remained a profitable business—she’d downsized its operation enough that she could manage it herself, with the assistance of outside hired help.

During the warm pre-harvest months, the woman offered her teenaged relatives employment on her farm doing simple menial tasks involving upkeep of the premises; they received moderate wages, working six- to eight-hour days with weekends free, plus room and board, and could stay as many weeks as was feasible given their summertime activities. Not only did her farm acquire affordable labor, but she and her still-at-home children got to know their ‘city cousins’ much better than they otherwise would have, given their isolated location.

Those teenaged employees were treated by Scarlett exactly as her own children were, with caring affection but also strict discipline. She believed in a “spare the road and spoil the child” approach to rearing children, including teenagers, and those who worked for her during the summer were subject to sound corporal correction for offenses such as disrespect, disobedience and poor working efforts.

Dimity had been employed at the Wilkes Farm for three-week periods in each of the previous two summers, developing a friendship with Scarlett’s daughter Cathleen, but Richard was a newcomer. “Aunt Scarlett,” as she insisted on being addressed by all of her ‘next generation’ kinspersons, suspected it was more than coincidental that his two-week period of employment overlapped his younger second cousin’s three-week one, but the woman had no objection to youthful romance within limitations.

The after-supper cleanup was finished by six-thirty that evening, at which point Scarlett announced that she was going to take a relaxing hot bath before watching television. Richard decided to take an immediate quick shower, furtively excusing himself and heading upstairs toward his guest room.

“Dimie and I’ll go out and check the strawberry patch,” Cathleen informed her mother. “I like to imagine the taste of shortcake next month.”

Three minutes later, while in the master bedroom beginning to strip down for bathing, Scarlett heard the creaking of a sliding door to her closet. Speculating that one of her pet cats might have trapped herself in there, the semi-nude female walked over and slid the right-side door open, exposing Richard inside the closet holding his flash camera.

“Richie, I’m shocked,” she gasped, making no attempt to cover up her 5’11,” still-firm womanly body, clad only in a white bra and cotton panties, “Not to mention deeply disappointed in you. You’ve seemed like such a trustworthy young man, yet now you’ve pulled a stunt like this!”

The boy shook his head regretfully. “Aunt Scarlett, I just…It was a sudden impulse…”

Scarlett’s hands landed on her hips as she scowled. “Okay, you privacy-invading reprobate, you’ve got a choice: Either I send you home in the morning, on the eight-thirty bus out of town, or you follow me out to the woodshed for the butt-whuppin’ of your young life.” Her turquoise eyes flashed white fire. “You have exactly ten seconds to make up your mind, Richie.”

“The woodshed,” he croaked.

She smiled thinly. “As a male, you’ll only be exposed in the rear, so please replace your underpants with the jockstrap I told you to pack—you have thirty seconds to meet me downstairs.”

“Okay, Aunt Scarlett,” Richard murmured.

“You’re to address me as ‘ma’am’ until your punishment’s finished,” the dishwater blonde stated sharply. “Twenty-six seconds left!”

“Yeh-Yes, ma’am.” He rushed out of the room.

Momentarily, Scarlett grinned grimly as the sixteen-year-old hurriedly arrived as instructed. “It seems I’m a faster dresser,” she noted. “Get the hedge clippers, you’ve got five minutes to present me with three willow switches—they’d better be wickedly whippy, thick as my little finger, three feet long and completely peeled…Understood?”

He nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

Six minutes later, seated on the the woodshed’s single step while fingering the trio of yard-length willow wands, the woman smiled smugly. “All three are satisfactory, something of which you’re about to become painfully aware…Let’s go inside and get underway with your punishment, Richard.”

The building was a mini-sized cabin for storage of various items, including seed and machinery, although there was stacked firewood kept atop an eight-feet-high loft—which justified the term ‘woodshed’ for it. In the “whuppin’ area,” several instruments of corporal correction hung on the wall, while a thick quilt was draped over bales of hay—three stacks of two bales next to a single bale, effectively creating sixteen-inch-high ‘steps.’

Once they’d walked inside, Scarlett flipping on the ceiling lights, the teenager shuddered in trepidation. “Now what?”

Her eyebrows arched. “You lower your pants to half-mast position, then kneel on the first step and bend way forward across the top, making your naked buttcheeks push backwards, giving me a wide-open target to work over.”

Richard cringed. “Work over how?”

His disciplinarian set two switches down, then flicked the third one menacingly. “You’re going to receive a ‘three-one-one’ licking, Richard, the most severe type I administer—my late husband underwent perhaps twenty of them during our fourteen years of marriage, and all of my children bawled through at least one during their teenaged years. Basically, it’s three switchings separated by a razor stropping and a paddywhacking with my sorority paddle, each session being fifty strokes—extremely emphatic ones, believe me.” Her head shook. “I still have no idea why you’d treat me that way, invading my privacy for a cheap thrill, but such misconduct calls for intensive correction.”

The boy was downcast. “Ahhhh-I can’t explain, Aunt Scarlett, but you shouldn’t take it personally.”

Her sarcastic laughter trilled. “Peeping at me getting undressed, I shouldn’t take that personally, hmmmm? In that case, while I’m firing up your fanny, don’t take it personally…Speaking of which, let’s get this butt-blistering started—you’ve got thirty seconds to assume the proper punishment position, which includes baring your behind.”

“Yeh-Yes, ma’am.” It took him eighteen seconds to lower his bluejeans to his knees, exposing his supporter-framed posterior, then kneel on the first blanket-covered ‘step’ and stretch his torso across the two-bale-high top surface, forcing his trembling buttocks to project backward.

Scarlett took a stance facing his left hip, then tapped his vulnerable undercheeks with the first willow branch. “My, that’s a tempting target you’re providing there, sweetness, and I intend to exploit it very thoroughly. If you break position you’ll receive penalty swats, if you do it more than twice we’ll start your switching all over.” Her right hand raised the whippy wand to strike. “Squirming, squealing, sobbing, bawling and begging for mercy, those are acceptable behaviors, in fact I expect them, but don’t wiggle your baby-naked buns out of range…Ready for your first session with the switch, Richard?”

He gulped. “Yes, ma’am.”

Although no stranger to maternal bottom-warmings, the boy had never before experienced an energetic switching atop his exposed buttock rounds. As the slim, supple branch repeatedly slashed across his wide-open ‘sit spots,’ the sixteen-year-old desperately shifted his hips while his verbal reactions progressed from gasps to yelps to wails. Even as the teardrops began trickling and then flowing down his flushed facial cheeks, however, he refrained from begging for any surcease of chastisement.

“I’ll give you a couple minutes to compose yourself before your licks with the strop,” the woman clucked, observing the scarlet stripes crisscrossing the sobbing boy’s quivering hindquarters. “Have you ever been strapped with one?”

Richard believed it was an experience he could’ve done without. “No, ma’am.”

Three minutes later, in her stance perpendicular to her chubby, doubly-rounded target, she addressed her punitive victim while gripping the flexible leather strop. “Stick out that naked hiney and prepare to cry your eyes out.”

He blanched but obeyed. “Okay, ma’am.”

Scarlett delivered a fierce leathering, steadily cracking the pliable corrective implement across the teen’s vulnerable ‘spank spot,’ rapidly reducing him to continuous weeping and wailing as his broad backside bounced with every stinging impact. The base of his behind was evincing a fire-engine red hue by the time the fiftieth lick of the cruel leather had resoundingly landed there.

After another brief pause, the second willow wand was vigorously employed on the same target area, with blazing-hot effect. Richard was hardly stoic in undergoing his corporal comeuppance, howling throughout the switch’s fifty whipping-hard strokes, yet he made no supplications for mercy.

Gently patting her half-inch-thick, cedar sorority paddle’s striking surface against her left palm, his chastiser believed that the begging she’d anticipated would occur during his impending fanny-whacking, since she considered herself an accomplished spankmistress with that wooden bottom-burner. “This paddling will leave you ‘hurtin’ for certain,’ Richard,” she predicted, “Then we’ll talk.”

He sighed. “Yes, ma’am.

The fifty reverberating paddywhacks, although ‘painting’ the boy’s squirming southern hemispheres a deeply-glowing magenta shade while reducing him to blubbering helplessly like a soundly-spanked toddler, failed to result in any pleas for clemency.

“Okay, here’s the deal,” Scarlett explained to the still-sniffling mid-teenager, “If you’ll apologize and ask me to end your discipline at this point, I’ll do so—provided you’re genuinely remorseful.” She waited for his immediate expression of regret, only to receive no response. “Let me make this clear, Richard…If you don’t request that your punishment be stopped, not only will I deliver the final fifty strokes with the third switch, but you’ll spend the following half-hour doing bare-bottomed penitence in the living room corner, plus at bedtime you’ll be put over my knee, pajama bottoms lowered in the rear, for an extremely lengthy spanking with my heavy maple hairbrush. Your cousins will be allowed to witness both the cornertime and your session with my paddling brush--I’d think you’d want to avoid that.”

He recalled Cathleen’s admonition: “Any attempt to reduce the length or severity of your ass-whuppin’ is considered begging, and afterward I’ll ask Mom if you tried that.”

“No comment, ma’am.” His voice quavered.

Head shaking, she grasped the third willow wand. “Masculine stubbornness…Very well, get back in position--but once I start whipping your naked nates with this switch, it’s too late to change your mind.” Her shoulders shrugged. “Okay then, your choice.”

It was the best—or worst, from its victim’s perspective—of the three flexible branches, and was applied to his already throbbing posterior with furious determination by its womanly wielder, resulting in frenzied childish bawling.

Afterward, she was stunned by Richard burying his tearstained face on her breasts, both of his
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