It was a Monday. Elaine Makin was heading home on the bus, her bottom was sore and she was sitting very uncomfortably. She had turned seventeen years of age a few weeks before and was pretty much a model student in the sixth form of Grimshaw Academy. Even sixth formers wore the school uniform at this prestigious school which consisted of a green blazer, white blouse, grey skirt with green woolen tights and black well-polished shoes. Her brunette hair was in a long plait which reached halfway down her back and her round-rimmed glasses half concealed her lovely dark brown eyes.

As well as squirming every time the bus turned a corner or hit an imperfection in the road, she really was not looking forward to getting home. Her mother was a fair-minded woman in her mid-forties and she had looked after Elaine single-handed since her father had left them when she was seven years old. There was no question that her mum would be cross and disappointed in equal measure, and there was no doubt that there would be consequences to face given the events of the day.

Elaine stepped off the bus, walked quickly round the corner and arrived home just before dinner was served at 5.30 pm. The two of them sat down together for dinner and her mum, as always, asked how the day had gone.

“Today has not been a great day, mum,” Elaine responded in a quieter, more downcast, voice than usual. She knew that she had to tell the truth because one way or another her mother would find out what had happened and not to have explained up front would have even more serious consequences.

Mrs Makin looked up from her shepherds pie and raised an eyebrow. Clearly all was well not well with her daughter, given the way she was avoiding eye contact by staring at her meal and playing with her food with her fork.

“I see. Well, you’d better explain,” Mrs Makin continued.

“I am so sorry, mum. I’ve been a very silly girl and as a consequence I had to visit Mrs Deakin, the headmistress, after school, which is why I only just managed to get home in time for dinner.”

“I see. What did you do to warrant a visit to Mrs Deakin?”

“As you know, I’ve been seeing Paul lately and we are due to go bowling this Friday evening and then we plan to go out for a meal. I like to pay my own way when we go out and the last two times Paul has paid because I’ve run out of money for the month.”

“I see.” her mum sounded sympathetic. “So, what money-making scheme did you engage in?”

“I bought some cigarettes from the newsagents just round the corner from school with money Alice gave me. I then sold them at a profit to the girls in the second form. Quite a large profit in fact.” Elaine sounded very apologetic as she spoke and it was clear she knew she had done wrong.

“I don’t expect Mrs Deakin took a favourable view of you illegally selling contraband to the younger girls at the school, and I assume on the premises?”

“No mum, she most certainly didn’t. She took a very dim view of the whole escapade and she made that very clear to me in her office.”

“Just a telling-off?” Mrs Makin enquired, with surprise in her voice. She was hoping that Elaine had avoided being suspended or even worse expelled.

“No, not just a telling off, mum.” Elaine shook her head. “Mrs Deakin gave me the choice of a formal suspension which would be listed on my school record or an informal caning,” Elaine mumbled.

“Ah, well. Which option did you choose?” Mrs Deakin was by now eager to find out which punishment her daughter had chosen. The stigma that would come with a suspension for selling cigarettes to under-16s was not a good thing, so she was hoping that the cane had been used. She was always in favour of the quick sharp shock method on these sorts of occasions.

“I took the cane, mum.” Elaine sounded very sorry.

“I see. I am sure that it was an unpleasant experience,” her mum replied, trying not to sound too relieved. She knew this was her daughter’s first taste of corporal punishment at school. At home, of course, she had been spanked whenever it was necessary, usually with the hairbrush but up until now she had only ever had a couple of detentions at school. Receiving the caning would have been a real shock if it had been anything like the canings she had herself received at school. Her daughter's bottom would at this moment be very sore.

“Yes mum, it wasn’t nice at all. Mrs Deakin read my name out in assembly and told me to report to her in her office after school. The whole school knew I was in trouble and the second form girls were giggling as they left and winked at me.”

“I see, and what happened in the headmistress’s office?” Mrs Makin enquired.

Elaine continued, knowing that her mother would want a full explanation of the events.

“Mrs Deakin gave me the choice and when I said I would take the cane she made me take my blazer off and place it over the back of a chair. She asked me to bend over with my elbows on her desk and my legs straight. She then lifted my skirt over my back and I waited whilst she opened the cupboard in the corner of the room. I could see her selecting a cane. The one she selected was one of the thicker ones. She showed it to me as she walked round the desk and said the one she had selected was a senior cane. It didn’t seem to bend very much.”

“How many strokes did you get?”

“She said I was to get four strokes. She said I was lucky that this was my first ever caning and that it would have been six or eight under normal circumstances.”

“Well at least it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.”

“I suppose so. The first two strokes were very painful and I stood up and rubbed my bottom after the second. She made me bend back over and gave me another two across my tights and knickers which were harder than the first two. Mum, it was awful and I was crying and yelping. It was like someone was branding my bottom with a hot iron.”

“Well, you have most certainly learnt a lesson today, my dear,” her mum smiled.

“I have mum, and I am still sore.”

“Well, eat up young lady because you know full well what happens in this house when you get yourself in trouble at school, don’t you?” Mrs Makin’s voice sounded unwavering and very matter of fact.

This was exactly what Elaine did not want to hear and what she had feared would be the outcome. She knew full well that misbehaviour at school would mean a spanking from her mum immediately after dinner.

“Yes, mum. I am sorry. I really have learnt my lesson. Please, mum, I have already had my bottom spanked today,” Elaine protested.

“You know the rules of the house and there is no getting away from it, regardless of how sorry you are. A spanking is due and a spanking is what you will get. So, let’s finish dinner without any more discussion on this topic.” Mrs Makin was resolute!

Dinner continued and, whilst there was still an air of anticipation, the two made plans for a shopping trip the following weekend to buy dresses for a dinner they had both been invited to.

As soon as dinner was completed Mrs Makin stood up.

Right, let’s go upstairs and get this over with, Elaine.”

With reluctance, Elaine stood up and followed her mother upstairs to her mother’s bedroom where spankings took place. Her mum took the wooden-backed hairbrush, which she only used these days for tanning her daughter's backside, out of the bottom drawer of her dresser and sat on the stool.

Elaine stood to her mother’s right.

“Lift your skirt up, Elaine,” Mrs Makin instructed,

Elaine did as she was told and her mother, as was routine, pulled her green tights down to her ankles. Elaine wriggled and grunted as the tights rubbed against her sore bottom en route. Her mother then pulled Elaine’s tight-fitting, white, cotton knickers down to her knees and again Elaine grunted as the elastic dug into her swollen bottom. Elaine finally bent over her mother’s knee, hands flat on the floor on one side and feet just touching the floor on the other side. It was a position she was familiar with, and her bare bottom was now sticking up in the air ready for further punishment.

Mrs Makin inspected the four very angry parallel purple welts that the cane had left across her daughter’s bottom a couple of hours earlier. They were well spaced from the centre of the bottom down to the crease between the bottom and top of the legs. The flesh in between the marks was still pink and red, and looked sore. She assumed that the last two were the lowest cuts and they would have been very painful. Mrs Deakin had obviously had quite a lot of practice with the senior cane and intended the soreness to last a few days. She had caned her daughter hard.

“Mrs Deakin sure does know how to apply that cane, doesn’t she?” Mrs Makin observed.

“Yes mother,” Elaine replied.

“It’s just as well she left your tights and knickers on. Although I suspect they didn’t provide much protection, judging by the effect the cane has had.”

Elaine was quiet as she knew there wasn't much else to say.

“Given the nature of these marks, I won’t be using the hairbrush this evening as there is danger I will do some damage to your bottom.”

“Thank you mum,” Elaine replied, thankful she had at least escaped the hairbrush, but she had a feeling it wasn’t as simple as that.

“What I intend to do is what my father used to do when I was caned at school. I will smack your bare bottom each evening with my hand after dinner until the ridges of the welts have subsided. That should be for the next three evenings. Once the marks have faded, sufficiently I will give you the spanking you deserve with my hairbrush.”

“Please mum, don’t spank me any more. My bottom is so sore,” Elaine begged.

SMACK … SMACK … SMACK. The spanking began. Mrs Makin was very effective, even with her hand, and her daughter's bottom quickly turned red all over, even in the places where the cane had not landed. Elaine gasped and cried out as her mother’s spanks reminded her how sore the welts were, and her bottom was soon feeling like it was on fire again. Even the upper part of her buttocks, which had avoided the cane, now throbbed.

After three minutes of smacking her daughter’s bottom very firmly, Mrs Makin stopped.

“Up you get, now.”

Elaine slowly stood up and, with her skirt lifted, looked at her bottom which was now bright red with the four purple ridges protruding from the flesh.

“Take you tights and knickers off and go and get ready for bed.”

Elaine headed off to her bedroom sobbing and rubbing her sore bottom to try to ease the pain.

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For the following two evenings, the same routine was enacted after dinner. They both went to Mrs Makin’s bedroom and Elaine was given a firm bare bottom hand spanking over her mother’s knee for up to five minutes. The welts of the cane had begun to fade, but Elaine’s bottom was always bright red after the spanking, and after each one she trudged to her bedroom, sobbing, with her tights and knickers in her hand. It was not a good week.

By Thursday evening, the welts had been replaced by dark marks across the poor girl’s white flesh and she once again stood with her grey school skirt raised. Her mother pulled her green tights down. Her pink cotton knickers were once more lowered to her knees and again she was eased over the mother’s lap with her bottom raised high.

“The welts have healed, Elaine, so this evening you will get the hairbrush spanking you deserve for selling cigarettes to under-age girls.”

“Yes mother,” Elaine mumbled with her face looking at the pale blue carpet. She clenched her bottom and waited for the punishment to begin. It didn't take long.

WHACK … WHACK … WHACK. Her mother knew how to spank with the brush. Each stroke given on alternate cheeks with enough time for the pain to be fully felt before the next one landed and the flesh was impacted and wobbled. The brush did its work well and soon Elaine's round bottom was a patchwork of dark pink and red with two circular white patches taking shape on the lower part of each buttock. Sitting would be painful after this. The sound of the brush being applied to flesh echoed around the room WHACK … WHACK … WHACK and Elaine gasped, yelped, wriggled and tapped her feet on the floor as the pain intensified with each stroke.

This was the most painful hair-brushing Elaine had received from her mother, who was determined that such behaviour was not going to be repeated. After several minutes it stopped.

“Elaine, you have acted in a way which was unacceptable. I won’t tolerate that sort of behaviour. I hope I am making myself clear,” Mrs Makin spoke.

“Yes mother. I am very sorry. I know what I did was wrong,” Elaine apologised through her sobs.

“Right, let’s finish this.”

WHACK … WHACK … WHACK ... for another full minute Mrs Makin made sure her daughter took a good hard hair-brushing on her bare bottom. The result looked as painful as the cane had been earlier in the week. The strokes were delivered from above the shoulder and were good and hard. Each one was greeted with a wriggle and a loud yelp of pain. The ones that landed low down near the crease would ensure Elaine remembered this when she sat down for the next few days.

When the spanking was over, Elaine stood up, took her tights and knickers off and went to her bedroom. As was expected, she changed into her nightdress and returned downstairs to sit very uncomfortably in the lounge for the evening. Her bottom was indeed sore for several days after, especially when sitting down, and during her date the following evening Paul, who had heard about the spankings, paid for the bowling and dinner, noticed her wincing. At least the week was ending on a high, Elaine thought, as she hugged her boyfriend.

The End

© Colin Brooks 2025

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