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hot and bothered from mum's thrashing,
needed to have a cock between my legs.” She grinned. Oh how she
needed Jack between her legs. “Anyway, I think Jack was...
intrigued by my cane marks. I know he smacked my ass to test it
out. I'll have to make it up to him later.”
    “You're turned on by the cane? It hurts so
damn much.” Tanith complained. “Can't say it does anything for me
sexually. If I could avoid it, I would. Which I suppose is the
point, not to do stuff that gets me caned. I can't help it, I'm a
brat.”
    Kaela felt all sisterly. It felt good to talk
about this with another girl. “My mum canes something fierce, we
even have a special chair.” She scrunched up her pretty little
nose. “Yes, I suppose it does turn me on. Or at least a good solid
spanking does. Mum's last go with the rattan got me all wet, not
that I wanted it to, my body betrayed me. Luckily Jack seems more
than willingly to help get me off.” She said dreamily. “Nice
boy.”
    “I have a thought.” Tanith extended to Kaela.
“Would you be interested in driving me to Uncle Callum's for my
thrashing?” She hesitated while trying to figure out how to put it.
“It’s like this, Callum sort of has this thing going, where he
disciplines girls, young women. The neighbor's daughter upstairs,
Jaylin, a few of my friends, that sort of thing. I think he's got a
website: The Care, and Discipline of Wayward Young
Women , or some such thing.”
    Naughty notions in her head caused that urge
which did not get sated between her legs to now become incredibly
bothersome. Note to self , Kaela thought. Google that
website. The image of her cute curvy brunette twenty-one
year-old personal assistant, obediently bent over for the cane
wouldn't vanish from her mind. Tanith hid a nice spankable ass
under her skirt. “You mean, you want me to sit in on your
discipline session?”
    “Ah sure, why not? I mean, you can
relate.”
     
     
    Tanith, and Kaela walked into quite a scene
at Callum Laird's London flat. Nice shapely bared female buttocks,
with yellow thong pushed down at ankle level greeted the women as
they opened the door. The young woman's navy blue business skirt
had been hiked up to midpoint of her cotton candy pink blouse
where, bent as she was, her tits threatened to pop out. Elbows
positioned uncertainly on the seat of a chair, fingertips pointed
forward. The girl's chestnut hair, done up in a sensible bun at the
top of her head made it clear that she had shown up from the office
herself. “Good Tanith,” Callum said not skipping a beat as he
brought his swishy cane downward, followed by an earsplitting yelp
from the girl. “You're right on time, good.” He inspected the new
stripes. “Let me finish up with Pippa.” Then he noticed Kaela for
the first time beside Tanith, grinned. “New recruit?”
    “I'm Kaela Rogers, Tanith's boss.”
    Callum arched a brow, before he said anything
more to his two new guests, he landed the rattan cane three more
times on Pippa's pert bottom. To be sure, she whined and pleaded
for him to stop. Yet, no appeal for mercy forestalled its horrid
swoosh. “That's it then Pippa, were done.” Callum said, and helped
her up, guided Pippa Harrington over to a spot near the far wall.
“No turning around, or you'll get extra strokes.” Then to Kaela he
remarked. “Poor things first time.” Callum's voice took on a stern
edge. Though she was in need of the cane, a friend's careless
secretary, he didn't have the nerve to do the deed – so, he sent
her my way.”
    Tanith, realized that her uncle had completed
thrashing Pippa, and would soon move onto her. She bit her lower
lip, tried not to look directly at him. Luckily for her, his entire
interest seemed to be on Kaela, who he regarded with a severe gaze.
Unconsciously Tanith's hand fell to her bottom. Should she go and
get into position without being ordered to do so? Better to wait
for that dreaded command Tanith guessed, Callum Laird liked