Gillian, I am looking at you too! We have unfinished business, don't we young lady?

GILLIAN:  And I thought you were letting me off, since it's Christmas!   I have recovered completely from your prior cyber spanking and caning and am bratting away happily, completely unchecked ----

GILLIAN:  Saxon!  No!  Put that cane away!!  I'll be good, really I will!

SAXON:  Not so fast, young lady!  I promised you the last portion of your caning, and I intend to make good on that promise!

GILLIAN:  Saxon!  Look!  Over there!

SAXON:  Huh???  Where?  (Turns head to look)

(Gillian sneaks away and hides behind a tree)

SAXON:  Gillian?  Gillian!  Come here at once, young lady!!

(Gillian giggles behind the tree -- he'll never find me here, she thinks to herself!)

An unseen arm reaches around the trunk, you feel your left ear gripped tightly and pulled upwards, lifting her up on tip-toe.

SAXON: (turning to the assembled audience) Well, my friends, I can assure you that Gillian will not be quite so chirpy when you see her next.

Mr Saxon gets an extra firm grip on Gillian's ear and begins to lead her towards his study, "Say goodbye, Gillian!"

Gillian struggles to keep up, as he strides towards the door with determination, her feet running on tip-toe as she tries to relieve the pulling on her ear.

As they reach the door Saxon opens it, and pushes Gillian through it before him, releasing his grip on her ear as he turns to lock the door securely behind them.

SAXON: "Now then, wretched girl!"  Mr Saxon stands with feet firmly planted and hands on hips, his face scowling.  "I expect you thought you were being clever, didn't you Gillian?  Well, my girl, I have news for you!"  He continues his tirade without pause, "Whatever punishment I had decided on for the original offence.......... is now doubled!"

SAXON: "Fetch that straight-backed chair and place it in the centre of the carpet" he commands, pointing to the spot.  "You have a lot to learn, my girl!  I WILL NOT be disobeyed!"

SAXON: "Now kneel on the chair.  Up straight!  Hands on your head!  Shoulders back! And on second thoughts, we will have those panties down too!"  He looks on as Gillian hastens to obey with shaking fingers.  "Further down than that, Gillian!  I want your bottom completely bare!  That's better," he affirms his satisfaction by landing a firm swat squarely across both her bottom cheeks.

SAXON: "You will find, Gillian, that after half an hour kneeling on that chair, you will be begging me to hurry up and cane you!  Now stay very still or I will take a ruler to the backs of your thighs."

With that, Mr Saxon turns and strides into the adjoining room where she can hear the sounds of a kettle boiling. Soon the smell of chicken soup sets her tummy rumbling, reminding her that she is missing her lunch.

SAXON: "Keep still, Gillian!" he barks, without even looking around the door. somehow sensing that the hardness of the chair seat is beginning to eat into her knees.

SAXON: "Right, my girl!  Stand up!"  The relief Gillian feels as the pressure come off her knees is soon overcome by stabs of pain from her cramped muscles.  Mr Saxon sits in the chair she has just vacated.  "Face the other way, Gillian. And lift that skirt all the way up!"

SAXON: "Right.  Now bend forward, I want to inspect your bottom for marks from your last punishment."

Mr Saxon leans forward so that she is able to feel his breath stray across her bare cheeks.  Gillian tries to clamp her cheeks and thighs together tightly since she knows what this position is revealing, but it is no use.  She starts slightly as Mr Saxon's hand traces a path lightly across both rounded nates.

SAXON: "Gillian.  I am about to demonstrate to you that I WILL NOT tolerate disobedience!  You chose to take the path of naughtiness, and you should expect to pay the price for it.  By running away you have demonstrated an extraordinary lack of discipline, and you are about to suffer the consequences!  Now get yourself across my knee, young lady!"

SAXON: "Stop!" Mr Saxon interrupts just as her weight falls forward. "Stand back up!"  He looks on as her last vestige of dignity flies away as her ungainly attempts to reverse her downward path results in her legs splaying in all directions.

SAXON: "Now.  Lift your skirt right up out of the way.  Good.  NOW bend over!"

Gillian closes her eyes tight as she is forced to reveal her dainty secrets at the front, and then almost fall in her urgency to get face down across his tweed covered knees.  Her face burns hotly, not least because he has unceremoniously hooked a hand under her right buttock and hoisted her further over, so that now her feet are waving around in mid-air, and her hands steady herself on the faded rug.  Gillian tries to concentrate on the pattern of the rug, wondering how many other unfortunates have been in such close proximity to it's faded eloquence. But then her thoughts are interrupted by the feel of a hard male hand adjusting her skirt higher up her back, and then delving indiscreetly between her thighs to tug the gusset of her knickers out of their damp resting place until they are stretched tightly at exactly mid-thigh.

SAXON:  "Right, my girl!"  A warm palm rests on the very crest of Gillian's left cheek, "I hope I never have to repeat this lesson!"  The palm moves away and she is left with a cool feeling where it was.  <<sssmackkk!!>>  The coolness is soon replaced........<<sspankkk!!>> .....she feels each cheek wobble from the force of the blows .......<<ssplatt!!>> .....she  has time to marvel at the time it takes for the sting to register after the sound ........<<smackkkk!!!>> ........he has dropped right into a steady rhythm, none of the spanks being very hard, but the sting of each is beginning to build up.  There is not quite enough time for the sting of the preceding smack to fade before the next arrives.  Gillian begins to wriggle and twist in a vain attempt to avoid the next smack, but it arrives right on queue anyway.........

Suddenly the barrage stops, the echoes of the last fleshy spank die away to leave an almost eerie quiet, broken only by her laboured breathing and soft moans.....

SAXON:  "On your feet, young lady! *THAT* was for your general lack of discipline and rebelliousness.  *NOW* I believe we have a little dose of the cane to deal with."

Gillian scrambles quickly to her feet, anxious to get her throbbing bottom out of range as soon as possible.  Somewhere along the line all thoughts of modesty have flown out of the window as her hands rush under her skirt to rub vigorously at the smarting in her nether-cheeks.  "But Si....."  The argument dies on her lips.

SAXON:  "Yes Gillian?  You have something to add?  Because I do if you are not VERY careful!"

GILLIAN:  "No Sir, I'm sorry Sir.  Please Sir, don't cane me hard, Sir?"  She knows the futility of these words, but they spill out anyway.  The thought of that cane is just too horrid, and on top of a freshly spanked bum too.

SAXON:  "Right then Gillian.  Stand at the back of the chair"  Mr Saxon's instructions compel her to obey. "Lift your skirt right up and bend over properly.  Hands on the chair seat, Gillian.  And don't you dare take them off, or I will start again at the beginning, do you understand?"

As the words fill the poor girl's ears, her senses are concentrated on the feel of a cool rod being see-sawed to and fro across her hot cheeks.  Her mind screams "let it stay there, please let it just stay there.  It doesn't sting while I can still feel it....."  Meanwhile she hear your own trembly voice "Yes Sir, I won't, I promise."

The cane leaves you and there is silence.  You know it is coming and your cheeks clench in anticipation, but nothing.......

......>>sswiThwiTT<<.....suddenly the first stroke arrives, quite high up your bum.  But it is alright! No pain!!!

eeeAARGGHHHH!!!  You know it is always like this, always the pause before the pain gets up to your brain, but it always manages to catch you out!

"Count them out loud, Gillian!  Eleven more to go!"