Skirt Lifted Vol. 2 (4 page)

Kaela did as Callum told her, reached for the
waistband of Tanith's lovely little panties. She'd never removed
another woman's underwear before. In fact, when she was caned,
Kaela's mum didn't even let her drop her own knickers. As she
worked the fabric over Tanith's wanton hips, Kaela could not help
but enjoy the feel of her gorgeous assistant’s exposed ass under
her fingers. The warmth between her legs became almost unbearable
as Tanith pressed her face deeper into her crotch as Kaela leaned
over her to work the knickers over her assistant's
garter-suspenders. Noted, like a good little slut, Tanith wore her
kickers over the garters, to make it easier to pull off her
panties.

Callum flexed the cane. “Are you ready my
girl?”

“Yes sir.” Tanith bravely answered.

Whap!

“Aiiii!” Tanith bucked forward, right into
Kaela's crotch.

Thwack! Callum did not show his niece any
mercy, the cane bit into the girls bared backside at a pace, all
the while, Tanith's boobs jiggled, and she couldn't help but thrust
ahead into Kaela, who tightly held onto her hands.

As Tanith cried, face laid in Kaela's lap,
the cane continued to whip into her offered bottom. Kaela felt
herself become wet with each strike. Oh my, she was conflicted, her
heart sank to watch Tanith suffer so. Though even Kaela had to
acknowledge, her own mum never embarrassed her quite like this.
Callum, he could be so cruel. To her dismay, Kaela understood part
of his cruelty toward Tanith now came about because of her presence
– He wanted to break her, through his niece’s pain. God, she was so
turned on!

Callum admired his work. “Good girl Tanith,
you took that well.” He patted the welts on Tanith's butt which
only made her whimper more. “Didn't she Kaela?”

“Huh?”

“I said, Tanith took her caning like a good
girl.” Callum didn't like repeating himself.

Kaela looked down at the sobbing young woman,
stroked Tanith's hair. Yes – Yes she did.”

“Now, what to do with you?”

“Me?” Kaela said stunned. “I – I didn't come
here to – “

“Did I say you could talk?”

Kaela shut up, part of her wanted to protest.
Yet, she couldn't bring herself to raise an argument.

Callum brushed his firm palm over Kaela's
pert ass, sheathed in it’s smartly cut pencil skirt. Kaela let out
an excited coo at the uninvited touch. To please himself, he let
one hard smack resound off the well-dressed young woman's bottom,
made her let out a loud yelp.

“That hurt!” Kaela said, indigent.

“Good,” said Callum. “Now go place your hand
on the wingback.”

“No,” refused Kaela with a foot stomp. “I
didn't come here to be punish – “

Not having any of it, Callum guided Kaela
into the position he most wanted her. From over at the wall,
Tanith, and Pippa risked at glance at what clearly was flirting
going on behind them. Tanith couldn't squelch a smirk.

Bent (and making no effort to get out of
position) Kaela let out an exasperated groan, flipped her
honey-blonde hair as Callum slowly lifted the pencil skirt up over
her thighs. When her skirt was up, Callum wasted little time
peeling down her knickers. “Those are some wonderful stripes.”
Callum said admiring Kaela's mum's work. “I think the cane might be
too much, but I have a good notion about what will whip some of
that impertinence out of you.” He said as he selected a tow tail
tawse from a drawer.

Whipping the length of leather across Kaela's
cheeks made the young woman moan. Though she took the tawse fairly
good, not much of surprise, given the severity of the caning she
had recently endured from her mum. The leather probably felt like a
sweet caress by comparison to the slashing of cane. Of course,
Callum couldn’t have that, he increased the tempo of the whacks,
which finally aroused some tears from Kaela, which quickly became
pleas for mercy. Pleased by his handiwork, that he had overlaid a
delightful crimson glow to Kaela Rogers welts Callum Laird
proceeded to guide the young PR executive over to stand beside
Tanith, and Pippa where they sniffled, noses planted on the
wall.

The next morning Tanith showed up at the
office, bottom still very sore from her embarrassing caning, though
she knew Kaela had got walloped pretty good herself, which couldn't
have felt too great on those nasty tramlines which her mum already
gave her. A surprise waited on Tanith's desk, a steaming latte, she
noticed Kaela in her office on the phone. The PR agent motioned in
the direction of her assistant to join her.

“Yes, don't worry I'll be there, great, talk
to you later.” Kaela slid onto the edge of her desk with a
noticeable grimace. “Interesting night.” She grasped Tanith's
wrists. “That was Pippa, we're going to out for drinks after
work.”

“Our own little club eh?”

“Why not?” Kaela eyes twinkled. “The skirt
lifted club!”

“Will you be seeing more of Uncle
Callum?”

Kaela blushed. “I think so...”

“Look whose got a Dom!”

[Sheena Weston 19]

Hands on top of her head, glossy raven hair
narrowed down her shoulders toward the middle of her back, past the
thin orange straps which matched the trim on her pink satin
nightie. 34F cups thrust outward, her boobs nearly burst over the
top, she sucked in deep nervous breathes, trying to calm herself
while she waited in anxious expectancy for her mum to return home.
Tears already threatened to erupt from Sheena's big clear blue
eyes. In front of her, the wooden straight back chair set against a
wall. To her left, close to the front door stood a coat rack, where
hung the crook handled slender cane, always on display in the
entryway so as to remind Sheena to be a good young woman.

5:30 PM on the dot, the front door opened. In
came Sheena's mum.

Canings were done after work, or as close to
the infraction as possible. For Sheena, work meant being a teller
at a bank. Sheena's mum expected her daughter to be prompt, and
ready for when she herself got in from her job as a school teacher.
That meant out of her work clothes and dressed in her pink nightie,
her 'punishment uniform' as it were, and waiting at the chair,
standing in the proper posture, hands on head.

Tonight’s caning session owing to Sheena
lying about her whereabouts the previous night. She told her mum
she would be going out with friends from work, yet it turned out
she had actually been off with a boy who her parents didn't approve
of. Mum had learned the truth, thanks to one of her own friends,
who spotted Sheena where she wasn't supposed to be. Had Sheena's
mum not been tired on the previous night, the caning might have
been over and done with by now. Instead, it got postponed until the
following evening. Which unfortunately meant for Sheena she'd be
going into work tomorrow with a sore bum.

“OK young lady, lower your knickers.”

Exhaling deeply Sheena dropped her hands from
her head, shoulders slumped. She obediently hiked up her pink
nightie, stuck her thumbs into the waistband of the lavender lace
thong, and pushed the clingy fabric to her knees. As Sheena
straightened up to return her hands to their former pose atop her
rich black hair the cool pink satin nightgown smoothed itself over
her delicious contours, coming to rest over her bared buttocks, and
thighs. The touch of cool fabric on naked skin caused Sheena to
shiver. It might have felt freeing, going commando, were it not for
the fact that she was but moments from being thoroughly
blistered.

Gathering up the satin nightdress's excess
fabric, Sheena's mum neatly folded the pink nightie's hem up, and
pinned it out of the way. And then she instructed, though it was
more ritual, than needed instruction. “Now, hands on the chair my
girl. No argument.”

Sheena placed her hands hesitantly down which
arranged her pear-shaped ass upward in the air, making it an ideal
target for the cane. Pink nightie pinned almost up to her breasts
as it was, Sheena's terrific pair of boobs threatened to pop out of
the nightie's formfitting bodice, probably would too, once her mum
started to cane her, they wobbled each nervous intake of Sheena's
breath.

Pleased to see Sheena in the correct
position, bare bum on display, and with no argument, her mum
fetched the cane from the coat rack, flexed it a few times into a
U-shape. Finally she tapped the tip of the cane on the crease
between her daughter’s buttocks and legs.

Whap!

Sheena yelped.

WHAP! Sheena's mum didn't play games. These
were sure, hard whacks.

“Oh – GOD!” Cried Sheena, lifted up on her
tiptoes.

Bouncing around on tiptoes, not daring to rub
her hurt bum, even though the sting even after only two strokes
became nearly unbearable, she gritted her teeth. Tears flowed
unabated and Sheena couldn't help but jump, startled when the
doorbell rang. Not the best time for a visitor.
Perfect!
Sheena glumly thought. And here she was, her tail on display, more
than aware that her pussy would be exposed as well. Mum wouldn't
allow her to postpone the punishment any longer. No sense even
trying to argue about it. Sheena hoped whoever happened to be at
the door wouldn't be staying long.

No luck!

“Come in Jenni.” Sheena's mum greeted her
aunt.

“What have we here?” Aunt Jenni asked.

“Sheena got caught up in a lie, we're
rectifying that now.”

“Shall we continue young lady?”

“Yes ma’am,” sobbed Sheena, though she would
rather not continue at all.

How mortifying. Clearly her mum wasn't about
to ask her aunt to leave. It wasn't as though aunt Jenni hadn't
ever seen (or received) a caning. Of course, she had her own
children, two daughters to be exact, who she punished in just the
same manner.

Tap! Tap! SNAP!

“Yowiiiii!” Sheena screamed.

This time the cane wrapped across the curves
of Sheena's upturned bottom.

Fidgeting about as she was, doing her
darnedest to keep her place holding the chair seat, Sheena's
panties migrated toward her ankles, where her pedicured toes
tangled in the delicate lavender lace.

The cane tip lingered over her rump, tapped.
Sheena's left butt cheek twitched as if it were its own thing and
not a part of her body. Then the evil rod whistled downward, a
flood of tears poured from Sheena's blue eyes.

Finally, among the the bouncing and
fidgeting, Sheena's left tit did indeed pop out of its fabric
enclosure, not that the bared breast halted her mum's assault with
the cane. Ten strokes complete, and lucky to not have gotten more,
Sheena, with no need to be told to do so, placed herself in the
corner, while her mum and aunt enjoyed tea.

Once excused from the corner, Sheena went to
her room. There she set out her work clothes for tomorrow, a smart
skirt and blouse. That done, she lay down on her bed and rubbed her
stripped bottom.

[Justene Blackthorne 20]

Justene pushed her cotton knickers down, and
off, stepped out of the scant fabric and bent herself over the
sturdy workbench out in the garage; her lithe bronze body stretched
forward forcing her up onto her pink toenails as she reached for
the far end of the heavy wooden table, generous breasts compressed,
also bare for her punishment.

Now to just wait for daddy. God, how she
hated the slipper, Justene almost would prefer ten strokes of the
cane instead of taking a walloping with her dad's waterlogged
carpet slipper. He knew how to make it hurt. His secret to
achieving an extraordinary painful slippering was to let the brown
slipper soak in water. And just not any old water, but salted
water, which in Justene's considerable opinion made it sting all
that much more. Certainly a good whacking with the wet shoe always
caused her apple-bum to burn.

This particular spanking, all because Justene
went out to a party which she'd been told not to go to. It wasn’t
fair! Though now that she lay nude over the workbench waiting to be
slippered, she guessed she was lucky that all she would be enduring
was the slipper and not also the cane. Of course the evening was
not yet done. Justene knew if she put up too much of a fuss, a few
strokes from the yellow rattan would be in store as a compliment to
the slipper.

Daddy entered the carport, didn't say a word.
No need, Justene knew why she was going to get the slipper; anyway,
he wasn't the type to lecture. One warning and it that was it; you
were either caned or sent out to await him bent over his
workbench.

The slipper lifted out of the bucket which it
soaked in, dribbled water. Justene's father twisted the sole to
squeeze out some of the extra liquid and then tapped the slipper
firmly against her rump. She tensed, then a loud mushy whop
compelled Justene to pitch forward, grip tighter. Her pelvis forced
hard onto the wooden table edge, pubic hair seemed to tingle, and
she let out a loud yelp.

Whop, the slipper landed once more, Justene's
light-brown hair billowed all over as she fought to keep in place.
Whomp! Her butt cheeks flattened under the impact. And then he
cruelly struck between her opened legs with the soaked implement.
Each whack dampened her backside making her wet, but not in the way
she liked it. Another few slaps close to her pussy and Justene
pleaded for the horrible punishment to stop.

But it didn't. Justene's daddy kept up his
walloping of his naughty little girl. He spanked her with the wet
slipper until her bottom turned a bright hot crimson.

The spanks continued on, sprayed water across
the garage at their heavy impact, which of course why unlike a
caning, the slipper was given out here. Though that didn't mean
there wouldn't be nude corner later. No her daddy would bring her
back into the house and probably place Justene in the corner with
one last hard smack to her already blistered hindquarters. Not
exactly what Justene was looking forward to.