From the Top Shelf - Why Can't I Be Caned?

This is a short story called "Why Can't I be Caned?" by Alun Thomas, from A Janus Collection of Spanking Stories. I always enjoy a good school story and I hope you like it too.

"But why can't I be caned?" Toni demanded, pushing out her lower lip petulantly.

I sighed. I was tired. In no mood for an argument, least of all with a rebellious eighteen year old, even if she was one of the brightest and prettiest girls in the school.

At any other time I would have been delighted to discuss the pro's and con's of corporal punishment with her, but the pile of essays that I had to mark seemed to grow larger every time I looked at them.

I pushed the pile of manuscripts away, fished out a cigarette, lit it, and said:

"Look, Toni, What I said was the normal reaction of a teacher who is overworked, tired and frustrated by girls like you who ought to know better than to play up like you've been doing. You're saucy, impudent and lazy, and if you don't knuckle down to it, you're not going to do any good at your 'A' levels. What I'd really like to do is put you across my knee and spank your bottom until you promised to behave, or, failing that, make you bend over my desk for six good stinging strokes with the cane.
"Unfortunately, I can't. The County Education Authority is dead against corporal punishment of any kind, especially for girls - so you'll just have to do those lines you were given and deliver them tomorrow morning or face further impositions."

"But I positively loathe impositions, " she cried. "Having to write out those ghastly chapters from Dickens. It's so sickening. I hate Dickens!"

"My heart bleeds for you, Toni," I grinned, "but if you don't behave you have to pay the price!"

"Oh I know that!" she exclaimed, "but it's the sort of penalty I hate!"

She moved closer to my desk, leaned forward, and murmured in a conspiratorial tone:

"Look sir, couldn't you just this once forget the silly rules and punish me with the cane? I promise I won't tell anyone. Not even mummy."

"No, definitely not!" I said, "Apart from the fact that it could cost me my job, I haven't got a cane anyway."

"Oh!" she sighed sadly, "well couldn't you spank -"

"No!" I interrupted sharply. "I can't, but I'll tell you what I will do."

"Yes?" she said eagerly, her face brightening up.

"I'll write a note to your mother, suggesting that if she gives you a good spanking tonight and confirms it by phoning me tomorrow morning, I'll forget about the imposition."

"Oh, that's no good!" she pouted "Mummy has never spanked me. She doesn't believe in it."

"I'm sorry, Toni," I said, standing up, "but you'll just have to accept your punishment. Now if you don't mind I want to go home. I've got loads of essays to mark and I might as well do it in the comfort of my flat."

"It's not fair!" she muttered mutinously, as she turned away.

I watched her retreating figure as she made for the door, her brief pleated navy blue skirt swinging from side to side with the undulation of her shapely little buttocks, as her long, smooth legs, bare from knee socks to mid thigh, crossed and recrossed.

I sat for a few moments pondering the situation. Here was a young defiant little madam who not only deserved a taste of the cane, or a sound spanking, and was perfectly willing to receive it, but because of the rules I was unable to oblige. A situation which to me at least was both ridiculous and frustrating. I felt certain that a two minute session with the cane would have answered a lot of problems!

Visions of the look of shocked surprise and pain on Toni's face as the cane swished across her knickered bottom came to me as I began to gather up the essays - and then another image of her squirming across my knees, her bare bottom - I stopped in my tracks. Bare bottom? Lord! The vision disturbed me and made me think perhaps the authorities were right in banning corporal punishment.

Later I pushed away the pile of marked essays, stood up, stretched and went over to the sideboard, poured myself the very large whisky I thought I'd earned, added a suggestion of ginger ale, and was about to drop wearily into the armchair when the doorbell rang.

"Blast!" I thought, as I made for the door. I wasn't expecting anyone, and I didn't feel like company. The clock showed eight-thirty.

"Oh, good evening. I hope I'm not disturbing you?" my visitor said.

I stared at her and thought, "Oh my God, trouble!" It was Toni's mother - I'd met her a couple of times. She was around thirty four or five and very attractive.

"No, not at all. Please come in," I murmured, gesturing to a chair and thinking, Christ, that silly little cow has said something about spanking and now her mother is after my blood! I'm in trouble and I'd better be nice to her.

"Let me take your coat and please sit down." I said. She smiled, shrugged off her coat to reveal a superb figure in a tight black sweater and even tighter pale cream slacks.

"Can I get you a drink?"

"I'd love one!" She eyed my glass. "The same as yours please."

I made it pretty generous, handed it to her and asked: "What can I do for you, Mrs. Sharpe?"

She took a long sip, sighed, and murmured "Lovely, just what I needed!"

She took another long appreciative sip , put down her glass and said brightly, "I've come to intercede for my daughter, Toni."

"Oh, in what way?" I asked, feeling a sense of relief. It was obvious now that she wasn't out for trouble.

"It's about all those lines she's got and what you said to her. She's most upset about it all. Apparently you told her she deserved to be punished, caned I mean, and when she offered to accept a caning you told her that you weren't allowed to do it anyway."

"Yes, that's true," I replied "But what I'd like to do, or rather what I feel needs to be done, and what I'm allowed to do are two entirely different things."

She picked up her glass and smiled at me over the rim.

"Yes, I think what you said first must be true. It must be awful having to contend with dozens of girls of Toni's age. We women can be real little minxes at that age, just becoming aware of the power of our sexuality, and trying it out on the first available male. Particularly if he is young and rather dishy!"

She laughed softly. "Yes, I can imagine there must be times when you'd dearly love to chastise the lot of them and I can't say I'd blame you if you did!" She finished her drink, looked into her empty glass for a moment, and continued.

"But to get back to Toni for a moment. Couldn't you, just for once, forget the rules if I asked you nicely?"

To cover my astonishment I got up and refilled our glasses, saying as I did, "I'm quite amazed, Mrs. Sharpe. When I suggested to Toni that I should give you a note asking you to punish her, she told me that you had never spanked her..and now you are seriously asking me to cane her...why?"

"Oh there are various reasons why I never spanked her," she replied, grinning, as I gave her the glass. "But I do realise that just lately she has become rather, er, difficult, shall we say? I think a good sharp lesson might pull her up short. You see her daddy died when she was quite small, and I suppose she's missed the influence he would have had on her. Maybe that's the reason she is playing up now. I suspect she is hankering to discover what it would be like to be punished by a fair but strict father."

"A sort of surrogate dad?" I groaned.

"Exactly! But I could be completely wrong of course. Most probably she seized on it as a way of avoiding an imposition. Never having had the cane she wouldn't appreciate that it is likely to prove a very painful way out!"

She imbibed thoughtfully and then asked, "I suppose it is awfully painful, isn't it?"

"Well yes it depends on how - "I stopped suddenly , "Do you mean you have never been caned yourself? Somehow I thought you were speaking from experience when you said -"

"Oh no!," she chuckled, " I collected plenty of spankings and slipperings but never got caned. In fact, believe it or not, I've never seen a school cane. I believe they are different from the garden sort, aren't they? Do you have one? Here, I mean?"

"Yes I do. Why?"

"May I see it please?"

"Yes of course. Shall I freshen your drink first?"

"Ooooh I shouldn't!" she grinned "I shall get tiddly, but yes please...and where's the loo?" She laughed.

I showed her the bathroom and then got the cane from my bedroom and was standing by the fireplace swishing it about when she came back.

"Ooh! Is that it? It doesn't look too harmful. May I have a look please?"

I handed it to her and she swished it about a few times, then pushing out her left hip gave her bottom a couple of tentative strokes.

"Hmmm," she commented "It doesn't seem to hurt much when you do it to yourself but I bet it's different when it's given properly. Oh by the way, how many will you give her?"

"The usual number is six," I replied, "but I don't remember agreeing to cane Toni."

"Oh but you will, won't you? I'm sure it's what she needs to bring her to her senses."

She flashed her eyes at me, pouted and breathed "Please? Pretty please?"

I laughed heartily "You know you are a minx! Perhaps it's you I should be caning and not your daughter!"

"But I haven't been naughty -yet!" she murmured, handing me the cane, "But I'd love to try it - just one stroke and not too hard please - just to see what it's like. How will you do it? Will you make her touch her toes?"

I shook my head. "No, I doubt if she could stay in position for six good swishes. I'd make her bend over the table -with a cushion under her hips - and hold on to the far edge."

She opened her large eyes wide and made an "O" with her lips.

"Ooooo!" she grinned "that's a very accommodating position isn't it? My hubby used to get me in that position - but not for the cane!"

With a laugh she turned away, picked up one of the chair cushions, plumped it up, and, balancing it on the edge of the table, bent over it.

"Is this right?" she asked, turning to look at me over her shoulder.

"Er...mmm...yes," I muttered to gain a little time as my eyes, as if hypnotised, locked into the seat of those pale cream slacks. Who on earth called them 'slacks' in the first place? Hers were so tight that they looked as if they had been moulded around her. So tight that I could see the weave of the little bikini panties she wore beneath them. Her richly endowed buttocks, burgeoning symmetrically from a slender waist, were an irresistible invitation to any man with a cane in his hand!

If it was to be only one stroke I meant to make the most of it.

"Just come up on your elbows a little," I told her, in the most matter-of-fact voice I could muster.

"Good. Now hollow your back, push your...er...hips out and bend your knees a trifle."

"Is that better?" she asked softly. "Gosh, it makes my bottom feel awfully large and vulnerable." She licked her lips and added, "It's making me feel a bit...funny. Do it quickly, please!"

"Yes," I muttered indistinctly, hoping she wouldn't realise the effect her display was having on me. She continued to watch me as I approached her and measured the cane across the widest part of her drum tight rear. I took a quick glance at her face as I drew back my arm and saw her gulp and draw her bottom lip between her teeth apprehensively. Then, fixing my eyes on the target, I brought the cane flashing down.

Thwack! It landed with that solid sound which denotes a thoroughly satisfying and effective stroke. It curled around the wide generous curves of its target, momentarily lingering on the taut material and the firm flesh beneath it, then sprang back. Immediately I heard the hiss of breath through her teeth and she shot rapidly upright.

"Ooow it stings!" she gasped, as her hands flew behind her and sought to cover, ineffectively, the expanse of her bottom.

"Aaah that's better!" she murmured after a few moments rubbing. "It's wearing off, but it really did sting at first. It wasn't as bad as I expected though. Still I think six like that will make Toni hop about a bit."

Her hands were still moving over her bottom, not rubbing, but with a circular caressing motion that did nothing for my state of mind! "Oh I've just thought," she said, giving me a quick glance," will you cane her over her skirt?"

"No of course not!" I replied. "That would be a waste of time and energy. To be effective it would have to be across her knickers."

"Oh I see," she said, "well in that case I've been cheating. I've got knickers and slacks on. I think I'd better have one across my panties to feel the real effect, don't you?"

Before I could utter a word, she had turned her back and pulled down the zip of her slacks. She slid her hands into the waist band of her slacks and began to wriggle them down. Fascinated, I watched the side to side sway of her hips as she pushed the tight garment down - lower and lower it went until her whole bottom came into view. A bottom clad in only the briefest of bikini panties, so tiny that they covered only the minutest portion of her shapely cheeks. The flimsy nylon was drawn so far into the crack of her buttocks that most of them was completely revealed.

I was so affected by the spectacle that the chiming of the doorbell barely impinged on my hearing, but she straightened up with a startled gasp.

"Oh good heavens! That must be Toni! I told her to arrive at this time. Please help me to dress!"

In a daze, I grabbed the sides of her slacks and yanked them up. Swiftly she pulled up the zip, then went to the mirror and ran her fingers through her hair.

"What a pity," she sighed "We'll have to leave it till later, won't we! I'd better let Toni in now."

Oh, dear, just when things were getting rather interesting, we have to stop. I'll have the rest of the story for you next Monday.