About the time Jennifer was kneeling on her dressingstool, Lisa's father George came into her room, she had beenwaiting since supper as had her friend a short while earlier.She had recieved the same response to her story that Jenniferhad, her dad had told her that it was useless to try to talk her way out of what she had coming, and that she was going toremember not to steal again, much less on something as foolishas a dare. George was of English decent, and he was a firm believerin the cane for serious breeches of discipline, most of thetime the paddle kept in Lisa's room was quite enough to keepher in line, 10 hard swats across her bare bottom usually wasmore than enough to have her bawling in no time at all, but the cane could do the same in two or three strokes. As soon as dinner was over George announced her sentence. "My girl, after giving it some thought, I've decided thatyou have earned the cane for your behavior today, there was absolutely no excuse for what you did." Lisa sat and listened quietly, head hung low as her fathercontinued, "Now, you are to go up to your room, undress, and put on your nightie, and wait for me to come up". She didn't even bother to protest, she knew by now that itwould do no good and only make her dad more angry if that waspossible. Once upstairs Lisa went straight to her room, undressed andput on her nightie and panties and sat down to await her fathers arrival. As she sat on her bed she could feel the lightness in her stomach, and the tingling feeling in her bottom that she alwaysgot before being given the cane. She remembered the last timeshe was caned, 12 hard stingers that turned her rear into afireball and her crying like a baby, trying to stay in position. That was something she had noticed after the lastcaning, she found that she was damp around her crotch, theposition she was made to recieve her caning in caused her todisplay everything to her father and even though it hurt worsethan any spanking she'd ever gotten, it made her feel a littlerandy too even through the pain. About 20 minutes later Lisa heard the kitchen cupboard openand close, that meant only one thing, her dad was on his way up,and he was definitely bringing the cane! She had hoped it was just a threat, but she knew from pastexperience that the sound of the cupboard door meant she was reallyin for it. The odd knot in her stomach grew, as did the tinglingsensation in her posterior, soon to be replaced by the firey stingof bamboo across her naked bum. George walked in cane in hand, "Well young miss, we both know why I'm here, so let's get on with it shall we?" "Y-Yes sir" she muttered. "Now, since this was a serious offence, and you could haveended up with a criminal record you have already gotten off lightly by not being turned in to the police, so, I'm going togive you a proper hiding young lady, you will recieve 18 cutsacross your bare bottom, you will count each stroke to me, and youwill recieve 2 extra for every one you mis-count, do you understand?". 18 strokes! "My bottom will never take it", she thought."Please daddy, I won't do it again, I'm sorry", she pleaded. "Lisa, you know better than to argue with me, next timeit's going to be 3 extra, now get into position for your caning. Tears were already beginning to well up in her eyesas she climbed onto the bed and into position for her punishment. She knew the position well by now. First, two pilows areplaced on the bed to elevate her bare bottom for the cane, thenshe is to kneel on the bed facing the barred headboard, and she is to grasp the bars with both hands with her head down and bottom up and her legs spread apart the width of one pillow. Lisa climbed onto the bed, eyes already wet with tears, slowlyshe grabbed the headboard and lowered her head between her arms. Trembling, she raised her bottom up as her fahter slid the pillowsbeneath her opening her legs as she had been instructed in the past. Stepping up to the side of the bed George lifted the flimsy nightdress up and over her now panty clad bottom,and pushed it right up to her shoulders. Reaching down once more, George put a finger inside the elastic of his daughters panties, one on each side, and pulledthem right off exposing her ivory bottom to his view. "Right, now young miss, you know why you are gettingthis caning and you know you deserve it, so shall we begin?" "Yes s-s-ir, please not too hard". "Nonsense, if it isn't hard you won't remember your lesson,and I promise you my girl you'll not forget this one soon". Raising the cane he brought it down hard right across the center of his young daughter's shapley bottom, leaving abright red stripe that would weal shortly, as would each one. Tonight George, like Tom at this very moment, was not goingto take any half measures on his daughters backside, this lessonwould be learned. SWISSSHHH CRACK!! The pain seared across her unprotectedbottom like fire. "OHHHH, that's one!" Lisa gasped. Raising the cane again, George let the next one fall. HISSSSSS CRACK! "OWWWWW, two!", she yelped. SWISSSHHH WHAP! The cane landed again with unerring accuracyacross her tender cheeks. "OHHH-OHHH please!, that's th-three", she stammered, thecane already starting to bring up the tears. Again she heard the whoosh of the thin cane cutting the airbetween her fathers arm and her upturned bum, WHAP!!!, then thesearing pain shot across her denuded bottom. "AAHHHH, oh please", she cried, "please it hurts daddy!". "I told you it was supposed to hurt my girl, and I also told you to count each stroke, now you have two extra waitingfor you at the end." "No,no, please n-not that, I won't forget again!" "You knew what you were supposed to do Lisa, andyou were told what you would get if you didn't." George saidas he raised the cane again. SWISSHHH CRACK!! once again finding it's target. "OOOOOO, th-th-that's f-five daddy",she cried. "That's more like it." said George tapping the caneon her bottom, taking aim at the lowest part, right at thepoint where the thighs and buttocks meet. WHOOSH CRACK!! the cane landed right on target causing Lisa to immeadiatly put her hands back there to try and rub her sore bottom. "OWWWWwW", she wailed, "th-that's s-s-six!". George looked at the sobbing girl's bare bottom, nowthe two perfectly shaped globes were no longer pure white,they had six angry red parallel lines across them. Taking back the cane, George took aim and landed anotherstinger across the broadest part of Lisa's naked ass. "OHHHHH, th-that's s-seven! Please d-d-addy, I-I'msorry!", she implored. George however had no intentions of stopping until shehad recieved everything that he felt she had coming to her. Even as these last words were escaping her lips he againbrought the cane down onto her quickly reddening backside. CRACK!! "OHHHHHH!", she yelled, this time taking a few seconds to regain her composure enough to count the eighth cut. By now she was crying continually, barely ableto control her sobbing enough to count the strokes. SWISSHHH CRACK! WHAP! CRACK!! CRACK!! the cane landedfour more times. Each cut seeming to find a new place. Lisa was crying uncontrollably by this time, her assnow covered from top to bottom with red lines, the firstcuts had already started to puff and welt in places. It wastaking almost half a minute for her to count the last twostrokes she recieved, and she still had six more to go! George decided to let her rest for a few minutes toregain some of her composure for the next six. While he wasstanding behind her waiting and looking at his handiworkso far, he noticed between her spread legs that the lips ofher young sex were damp and swollen even as she cried.This did not surprise him much, he remembered his sister telling him about the feelings she got after being caned by his father in much the same manner as Lisa was being caned now. Not to mention his wife's reactions after heuses it on her. "Now Lisa," he said, "you have six of the best stillto come plus two for the one you didn't count, you don't haveto count these but I expect you to remain perfectly still,do you understand?". "Oh please!", she began to sob anew,"please no more, Ican't take anymore, I'll be good now, I promise!". "Yes you will when I've finished with your naughtybottom, and you can take much more should the need arise,now get yourself ready for the rest of your punishment". She doubted that she could take anymore, her bottom already felt like it was being stung by a swarm of angry bees. But she also knew that her father planned on doingjust as he said and he could not be dissuaded once he hadpassed sentence. So, crying into the bedspread, she raised hernow very sore bare bottom back up for six of the best. George was not a cruel man, he normally would havestopped at the 12 already delivered, but this was a lesson he wanted to make sure he got across, his daughteris smart enough to know not to steal already, this time herand her friend, Jennifer had gotten off easy though. Had themanager not known Tom and himself he might have called the police,and what a mess that would've been thought George. No, he had to make sure that this would not happen again. Stepping behind Lisa once more, he raised the cane high and let it fall. SWISSSHHH THWACK!! the welt rising almost immeadiatelythis time, right across the lower part of her buttocks. "AIIEEE!", wailed Lisa,"oh please not so hard". THWACK!!! again the cane landed leaving a raised weal,as would all of the next 4, plus the two penalty strokes. "AHHHHHH, I-I'm sorry, I w-w-won't d-d-do it ag-again,oh pleeeease s-stop!" she wailed. But it would do no good, by the time he had given her the fourth cut she could only mutterunintelligible sounds between her sobs. After delivering the six, George told her that she hadtwo more to go, these he delivered in rapid succession to hercrimson cheeks. WHISSHHH THWACK!!! SWISSHHH CRACK!!! Both cuts left welts rising anew on the surface of herwell marked bottom flesh, each stroke feeling like a white hotbranding iron being applied to her poor bottom. A long wail was all that escaped Lisa's quivering lips,she was crying to hard for anything else to be understood. As George was finishing the last two strokes he noticedthat her pink slit was now open to view between the now open andpuffy lips of her vagina, and dripping wet! He still wasn't surewhy some women responded to the cane in this manner, but he thought he might have to find an excuse to cane his wife tonight.Then he could soothe her sore bottom and relieve the buildingtension from the caning he had just administered, this was oneof their favorite forms of foreplay. He looked at her asscheeks, quivering with her sobbing,they were striped from top to bottom where thigh and ass cometogether, both cheeks were covered with welts colored from pink to angry red George told Lisa that he hadn't wanted to punish her soseverly, but had no choice since she was old enough to know right from wrong, and that he would do it again should the needarise. Lisa, through her sobs, said she understood and that shewas sorry and it would not happen again. He stayed and comforted her until she had her crying undercontrol, then told Lisa to stay in her room for an hour to contemplatewhat had just taken place, and then left her alone. Gingerly, after her father had left, Lisa rolled onto herback, nightdress still around her shoulders. The sheet felt roughon her naked bottom and it stung like mad. She lifted up and rubbedher hand across her cheeks feeling the welts left there by the cane.She noticed how her young pussy was starting to throb as the sharppain turned to a dull ache in her ass. Reaching down with her otherhand she began to masturbate herself until she reached orgasm. Attimes she wondered if something were wrong with her the way shegot turned on after getting the cane, but she figured if that's what worked with her that she would have to find someone whowould do that to her once she started going out with boys, untilthen she could still rest assured of at least one a month hereat home. With the sound of the cane still in her ears she rolledover and drifted off to sleep, and dreamt of a handsome man standingbehind her as she knelt down and raised her ass.... .
END OF PART 2
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