If Dreams Came True....

This is a splendid story about how naughty Jan gets her just deserts. I particularly enjoy the tawsing given to her future sister-in-law. So well-deserved and so painfully delivered.....



Jan lay in bed watching the hands of the clock tick round to 3 am. She had got to be up early the following day because her fiancée was going to take her out to Richmond to buy her a new dress. She snuggled under the covers smiling to herself and wondering how she had managed to catch such an interesting and wealthy young man. Ralph was certainly an attractive prospect, but she did have a slight reservation about him. A couple of days earlier she had forgotten to get him a book he had asked for and he had threatened to spank her. His manner as he had said these words was such that Jan was almost certain that he wasn't joking.
"He wouldn’t dare!" she thought to herself, dropping the subject and drifting into a deep sleep.
"Janette, you have been late for school every day this week; I have warned you about this twice already. Go and see the headmaster. He is waiting for you in the vestibule."
The teenage girl trod carefree along the corridor. She had always disbelieved the rumours that Mr Pearce actually caned late-comers; he only caned girls who were very bad indeed. No, she hadn't been really bad. She simply expected a strict telling off; that couldn't make any difference as she was used to that from Miss Deacon. She knocked lightly on the door of his study.
"Enter."
Hanging her head in mock shame her slender form inched round the door.
"Janette Barnes, form V, Sir."
"Ah, Janette." The tall man peered down at her. "I have been hearing reports of a very serious nature concerning your behaviour. It seems that you are not only regularly late for school but that your homework is of a very dubious standard." He dropped his pen on the desk and advanced towards her. Jan rapidly made a series
of excuses but it was to no avail.
"Silent. You will go and ask my secretary for the cane."
The fat, middle-aged secretary smirked as she handed over the long crook-handled instrument.
"Bitch'" screamed Jan at her as she turned to the headmaster's study.
"You will receive four strokes of the cane. Lift up your gymslip and bend over the desk." Afraid to argue, Jan did as she was told and poked her knicker-clad bottom in the air. Her bare legs hung down to the floor.
"Thwack!" She gritted her teeth. refusing to cry out as the cane landed for the first time. Twice more she felt its narrow length grind sharply into her thinly-protected bottom. but she made no sound.
"One to come," she thought grimly. “I’m not sure I can take much more “The phone startled her thoughts. The headmaster answered it, leaving her lying on the desk.
"Come in here in two minutes."
Jan lay in suspense for the final blow. hoping it would hurry up so that she could go and examine the effect of the cane. A sheet of flame was burning across her bottom and there was a strange insatiable itch which demanded her attention. The last stroke landed sharply, but as before the initial surge of pain wore off fairly rapidly.
"Go and stand in the corner, Janette." Jan smirked.
"If he thinks he's really hurt me he's got another think coming. It wasn't nearly as bad as everyone says." she thought.
Suddenly Jan went pale; the headmaster's secretary had entered. "Janette, 1 think you know why Mrs Jackson is here?"
"Er ... Yes Sir," faltered the poor girl.
Again Jan was ordered to lift up her gymslip before the secretary's approving eyes. To Jan's intense shame the headmaster walked over and pulled her skimpy navy-blue school knickers off down her legs. Jan went bright red as both man and woman peered at her scorched backside.
"Bend over the desk." Jan lay there in humiliation as four crude hands probed over the hot skin of her bottom, feeling its texture and separating her cheeks. A tear slipped from Jan's eye as the humiliation.
"Yes, Mrs Jackson. 1 think that four more would do her no harm, I was particularly mild last time."
"Christ!" thought Jan. "Four more on my bare skin'" The consternation over her bare bottom continued.
"Mrs Jackson. I think that since the girl was rude to you it should be your task to punish her for it."
Jan felt the huge form of the woman approach her, cane in hand. A coarse hand was shoved between her legs, pushing them apart. She gripped the desk, feeling the cold cane rest on her burning bottom as the woman measured the distance.
"Ow'" Jan cried involuntarily as the cane stung sharply down. An angry red line reared itself on the smooth skin of her bottom. Her legs were flung apart. No longer much concerned with concealing what lay between. Her face wet with tears she pushed a hand round to soothe her aching rear and protect it from the next blow. Mrs
Jackson angrily pushed it out of the way, brushing the rough sleeve of her tweed jacket over the sore skin. Jan screamed again. She felt the woman's hand raise high in the air for the next stroke ...
"Wake up Jan, wake up." Said Ralph, "I've been waiting for half an hour. You're late, I've had to come and get you” Jan felt the bedclothes pulled off her. She was naked, one hand resting between her legs. Angrily she tried to yank the warm bedclothes back.
"Oh no! Get up. You're late" She peered up and made out the shape of Ralph standing sternly above her.
"Oh go away. I'm tired." _. . .
"Ooooh!" Suddenly her legs were pulled back over her body and his hard hand landed flat on her naked buttocks. A broad pink patch was rapidly forming over the tender skin.
"Stop that!" She kicked out wildly but her legs were forced back down, his elbow separating them slightly and forcing them up in the air awaiting the wrath of his hand. She struggled as his hand landed again; it caught her flat on the crest of her left buttock, bringing a rush intense pain.
Steadily his hand pumped up and down on her two cheeks until each was a blazing scarlet. Jan, her teeth gritted against the pain, longed for him to stop, but
each time he paused for a rest she almost hoped he would continue, hoped that he would prolong the excitement. At last he released her and her burning bottom sank into the soothing cool of the sheets.
Ralph left her to get dressed, but before she did she went over to the mirror to examine the effect of his recent labours. Her smooth round bottom had been soundly spanked and was smeared with broad pink patches which contrasted nicely with the milky whiteness of her breasts. She ran a finger tentatively across one cheek to feel the warmth.
At last she pulled her knickers on, feeling the flimsy material hug snugly to every curve and crevice of her bottom. As she bent over to put on her sandals she felt the material of her panties stretch accommodatingly over her generous curves and caress her sensitive skin. Each time she moved her briefs acted as a soothing hand which stimulated her bottom and brought fresh bursts of pain.
"Hurry up Jan." Startled by Ralph's voice she hurriedly finished dressing and trotted into the kitchen where Ralph was waiting for her. He spoke sternly but kindly.
"That, Jan, was a mild spanking. Don't make the mistake of thinking that I shan't hesitate to employ such means again. I really do believe that it is good for you. My sister and I were brought up to the strap and 1 think it worked: my parents are even stricter than I. By the way. I'm buying you a new dress because we're going to dinner there tomorrow. You'd better be well behaved. As my fiancée you are a part of the family and will be treated as such. If you misbehave you will be punished."
Jan smiled at this grim warning. The memory of the recent spanking had flooded over her; the mild pain had been forgotten. If she had her way it would not be long before his hand met her bottom again. She thought that as far as his parents were concerned they wouldn't dare to spank her, she hadn't even met them. Ralph must be exaggerating.
Several hours later they returned complete with a brand new mini-dress. It was short enough to show off nearly all of Jan's long, sun-tanned legs, but long enough to just cover her bottom. She laughed about it, saying that if she accidentally dropped anything Ralph would have to pick it up in order to preserve her modesty. She changed into an old skirt, kissed Ralph goodbye, and set about tidying up the flat.
The following day dawned together with the prospective visit to Ralph's parents. Ralph was due to pick her up at 7 o clock that evening. The pleasant warm glow of the previous day's spanking had worn off and Jan was perversely determined to receive another before they visited Ralph's parents. She set about devising a way of angering her strict fiancé. Finally y she decided on a cartoon and quickly sketched a picture of a tall stern man with a cane industriously applying himself to a bawling schoolgirl 's tightly-knickered bottom. She propped it up on the mantle-piece
where he would be sure to see it, and then began to prepare herself for the forthcoming event. She donned a pair of tiny red panties and went out to buy herself a pair of black stockings, she tried them on in front of the mirror , pausing to admire the white expanse of thigh which stood out above the black stockings and noting with satisfaction that the red material of her knickers was sufficiently thin to permit the smooth skin of her fine bottom to be to be just visible. Finally she sat down to await his arrival.
At 7 o'clock punctually Ralph knocked on the door and she invited him in for a minute while she collected her coat. Sure enough while she went to get it his eyes rested on the mantle-piece instantly taking in the meaning of the cartoon perched on top of it.
"Jan." his voice had a sonorous, authoritative ring to it. Jan, who was waiting in the next room for him to see the cartoon, trembled. She was no longer sure whether she wanted another spanking. The initial pain of the previous session flooded back into her mind.
"Jan, come here." His voice was insistent, and she slunk reluctantly forward.
"What is the meaning of that?" He pointed sternly at the cartoon.
"It's just a little joke, Ralph." She was becoming timid before his gaze.
"Well, you shall be punished for it. We should be gone by now. I've a good mind to punish you when we get to my parents' house." Jan went pale with fear.
"However," he continued, ''I'll spare you the humiliation this time. Bend over my knee."
Relieved at her escape, Jan came forward and leaned over his lap. His hand pushed between her legs and hoisted her on so that her pubic bone rested on his knee. In a business-like manner he flicked up her dress and saw what lay beneath.
"What are these?" Stammering, Jan explained that she had put them on for fun. Remarking that she had a lot of little jokes, he told her that she must keep them on all evening.
"Then you won't be able to bend over at all , will you?" he added, indicating that this was an additional punishment for her folly, to walk, straight-backed, all evening for fear of showing Ralph's parents the tiny panties which lay beneath her short skirt.
He pulled the top of her knickers up sharply so that they virtually disappeared into the crack between her cheeks. Jan clung to his ankle, now sincerely regretting that she had tried to make Ralph spank her. Her back jerked upwards as Ralph's hand landed sharply on the first cheek. She gritted her teeth, realising that this was
going to be harder and slower than the last time. She was held firmly in his grasp, his arm hugging her waist and his knee pushing between her legs.
Only her bottom, one cheek still a smooth white and the other with a broad pink smear on it, peeped out. She lay submissively across his knees, feeling the burning pain begin to fade only for another spank to come cracking down.
"Keep still." She stopped immediately and lay tense and motionless across his lap waiting for the next blow to fall. It caught the smooth white skin of the other cheek, converting it to an even brighter, burning rosy hue. She cried out loud as his hand landed again on the already aching first buttock, convinced, in her, pain, that he had hit exactly the same spot as before.
After each stroke he paused until she had stopped wriggling, both so as to get the maximum force behind each blow and so as to increase the anticipation of poor Jan, her bottom bared for punishment, she was no longer aroused, the itch between her legs had been replaced by two broad burning patches, one across each cheek. ' Nor did Ralph rest until Jan's naked bottom was totally covered with a shiny red hue. '
"A bottom not properly spanked is a bottom not spanked at all," he repeated his father's maxim, applying himself slowly and methodically to the burning surface before him. At last he ceased and inspected his efforts. Satisfied, he told Jan, who had managed not to burst into tears, to go and get her coat.
She got up hurriedly, her contorted face nearly as red as her bottom. She did not dare adjust her knickers from where they lay in the crevice between her cheeks; the prospect of anything touching her poor burning bottom was abhorrent to her. Eventually they got into the car, its cool seats relieving the heat in Jan's burning rear. Just before they reached his parents' house she pulled her ,knickers back over her bottom, enjoying the tingling sensation which they caused.
Ralph's parents thought Jan was a cheerful girl. She smiled at each step as she walked into the house, feeling her two glowing cheeks push against each other as she moved. She kept upright, stooping only a little to greet the youngest son of thirteen, in case she revealed her suspenders.
"Well," said his mother after the introduction, "that's nearly all our family. There's only Caroline missing now. She's eighteen. She should be in by ten. I don't believe in young girls being out on their own late at night, especially when they've got to get up and go to school the following day. She's doing her 'A' levels at the moment."
They settled down into conversation, Jan constantly aware of the sensations in her newly warmed bottom. After dinner the youngest son was sent to bed. The conversation continued in pretty much the same vein while Jan, now that the pleasant sensations in her bottom had worn off was beginning to get a little bored. Her attention was called back to the conversation by the sound of Ralph's mother complaining that Caroline was late.
"If she's not back within twenty minutes she will be punished," Mrs Parkinson declared. Jan sat there in excitement, imagining the prospect of the girl being marched upstairs by the rather portly mother and hearing her cries as she was soundly spanked. Jan almost wished that the girl wouldn't make it back within twenty minutes.
At half past twelve the faint click of the latch was heard and a few quiet steps as someone tried to sneak, unnoticed, upstairs.
"Caroline, come here at once," demanded the mother in a strict tone. A slender young girl walked slowly into the room. She was wearing a low-cut blouse and a long skirt. She looked older than eighteen; most of her well developed bust was visible over the top of her blouse. Mrs Parkinson barked a series of questions at her.
"Why are you so late? What are you doing dressed like that?" and so forth. The girl uttered a few barely audible replies. Her father, mother and Ralph looked at her sternly. Jonathan, the only other son left in the room,looked apprehensive. Jan sat next to her future mother-in-law on the settee and had a good view of the girl's embarrassed face.
"Any moment now," Jan thought, "she's going to march her off upstairs and spank her bottom." Jan was wrong. She gaped in surprise as the mother, in front of Jan, a total stranger, said: "Come here, Caroline." The poor girl walked hesitantly forward. She stood silently in front of her mother while Mrs Parkinson continued:
"You know what you must expect. It is for your own good. Eight strokes of the tawse." The poor girl looked as though she was going to burst into tears, but managed to stop herself and pointed blankly at Jan.
"Yes," said the mother, "Janette is a part of the family now; she will be permitted to watch." Caroline shot Jan a glance of intense hatred but, mature as she was, there was nothing she could do.
"Lift up your skirt, Caroline." All in the room were silent and expectant. The poor girl dragged up the voluminous garment and stood, little green spotted knickers revealed to all in the room, Jan was aroused as to Caroline's abject humiliation the mother took hold of the waistband of the girl's knickers and peeled them down leaving her exposed to her father, her brothers and to Jan. She clearly knew better than to try to cover herself. However, Jan could scarcely conceal her interest. The girl was ordered, her skirt still up around her waist and deprived of her knickers which were now down by her ankles, to the centre of the room. Her face was red with shame, largely, Jan suspected, because of her presence. But Jan was overjoyed with the chance of watching the proceedings. And Caroline knew it! . They could never be friends after this.
The girl's skirt had fallen down, giving her momentary relief from the stares.
"Caroline, face your father." She did so, and Jan instantly recognised the reason for this command. The girl was so positioned that, when the time came, Jan would have a perfect view of her naked and bouncing bottom.
She was told to bend over, which she did and then her mother got up and lifted her long skirt right up from her ankles and over her shoulders, exposing her neat white bottom. It was set off as a jewel, Caroline's copious skirt acting as its foil.
"Legs apart." She spread them, giving Jan a splendid id sight of her upended backside – just bent and poised, waiting for its punishment.
"Jonathan," said the mother, "go and fetch the tawse." Jan sat tensely, hearing his feet mount the stairs. Mrs Parkinson looked at Jan.
"I do believe in punishing them instantly, my. dear. It is so much better for them." Still the naked bottom peered up at Jan.
"Caroline hasn't been punished for a while now. But this time I think it is definitely deserved. Father and I take it in •turns to decide upon the dose and to administer correction. With three children it's too much for one parent to hand out all the necessary discipline."
She broke off suddenly. Everyone in the room heard the slow thud thud as Jonathan and the tawse returned.
Caroline remained, bent double, her naked bottom poking up into the air. It twitched nervously. Jan was getting quite excited, longing for the punishment to begin.
As the mother collected the wicked looking leather instrument and approached the girl , Caroline bent over a couple more inches and gripped her ankles. She
clearly didn't want to be accused of being slow! The mother went round to the side of the girl so that Jan's view of her naked and waiting bottom was unobstructed. Suddenly she thwacked the tawse down loudly on the tender flesh. Caroline jumped forward, whistling through her teeth. Jan clung to her coffee cup, trying to contain her excitement. A bright red patch was quickly forming over Caroline's bottom, the marks of the twin tails clearly visible and contrasting sharply with her smooth white skin. Mrs Parkinson remained unmoved at the pain of her daughter, and merely waited for the firm trembling cheeks to become still again. At last they did; the naked bottom with its vivid red stripes pushed up into the air again. The mother raised her hand high into the air, and brought the strap down again with maximum momentum. The cracking sound as it burned into the skin echoed round the room and another pair of red stripes appeared next to the first ones, the tiniest trace of white skin separating them. Still the girl did not cry; her fists were clenched, her legs braced against her lowered knickers and her teeth gritted, but still no sound escaped her lips. Ralph whispered to Jan that his father was by far the more skilled beater. If he had punished her Caroline would have cried at the first blow.
"Thwack!" This time the girl howled loudly. The blow had landed diagonally across the previous two. Jan winced; she knew what it felt like when Ralph had done that to her with his hand. What must it feel like with the tawse!
The sight of Caroline's heaving scarlet bottom and her quiet whimpering was too much for Jan. She sniggered involuntarily, spilling her coffee on the floor.
Silence reigned for a few seconds. She remained stunned as she watched the brown patch inch its way across the floor. All but Caroline, who was too preoccupied with the pain of her bottom, looked at her. Jan stammered some sort of an apology, but it was not good enough. Ralph's father stared at her and ordered her to go over to him. Dumbly she obeyed ; too shocked to consider rebellion. Caroline's punishment
was postponed as he told her off.
"Ralph, since you are engaged to Janette you are principally responsible for her behaviour. Do you wish me to punish her for this incident?"
Jan could hardly believe her ears as Ralph replied in a clear calm voice:
"Yes, of course, father. Her behaviour is frequently questionable. I was forced to punish her myself only a few hours ago. She is certainly in need of firm
correction,"
In accordance with the father's command Jan pulled up her short skirt, overcome with embarrassment as she suddenly remembered her stupid suspenders. She was no longer aroused by Caroline's fate. She was about to be exposed and humiliated in a room full of strangers - most of them men!
Ralph's father slid his fingers down into Jan's tight red knickers and pulled them down. She stood while everybody looked at her, deciding what to do with her. At last he told her to clear up the coffee. Relieved that she was not to be beaten, she got a cloth and returned.
Caroline was still bending over, waiting for her other five strokes. Her bottom was obviously still hurting her.
Even so Jan could see a faint smirk on her face. She could have killed her. Jan bent awkwardly down to clear up the mess, fully aware that if she bent too far her naked bottom and the tops of her stockings would be on view to all.
"Do it properly, girl." The loud command made Jan jump and she fell to her knees displaying her white,naked bottom to everybody. At last she was told to stand up and await punishment. She stared in horror; so they were going to beat her after all.
Her turn was to follow when Caroline's thrashing had been completed.
This time Jan really did pity poor Caroline. The sight of her poor little bottom, naked and exposed to the might of her mother and that evil tawse, made Jan tremble.
She watched the striped skin shudder in anguished anticipation. The fourth blow landed loudly, causing the slightly dulled red marks to burst again into life. Caroline was crying copiously by now. Tears poured from her face as the tawse, with its wicked little thongs,landed again. She jerked at the pain.
Her once white bottom was a crisscrossed pattern of pink and bright red patches. Twice more the tawse whipped down hard on Caroline's plump spread cheeks, her cries and shrieks competing with the slapping sound of the leather on her tender skin. But at last the punishment was complete. Jan hoped that it would be prolonged, and give her a few more moments respite from her own forthcoming correction.
It was not to be so.
Caroline did not dare move. She remained bent double in the centre of the room, her throbbing red bottom revealed to all. Her pain was evident.
Jan watched, her palms clenched with fear. At last Caroline was permitted to pull up her little knickers and rise. She ruefully touched her burning buttocks and apologised once more for being so late home. Through her tears was the glimmer of a smile: she was about to witness Jan's humiliation.
The father motioned Jan into the middle of the room so that her back faced his wife, Ralph and Jonathan, who were lined up on the settee to watch.
"Bend over." She did so, her two globes just peeping out beneath the hem of her dress. The father efficiently rolled up her skirt to her waist. Then he returned to his seat, leaving her there.
"Your offence was relatively minor. You will receive five strokes of the cane. Jonathan, please go and collect it." As she heard Jonathan's steps return Jan could stand it no longer. She dragged her skirt back down and made for the door.
"Come back at once." The words were sternly spoken, and she hesitated momentarily. She stood there staring at the 'stern father and at the smirking Caroline. At last the silence was broken as Jonathan entered, propelled her back to the centre of the room and took up a position in front of the door.
Mr Parkinson spoke sternly: "Since you are clearly in the habit of trying to pull your dress back down you had better remove it." Jan saw that there was no escape. Red with shame, she slowly unzipped the offending garment and dropped it to the floor. She stood, wearing only bra, stockings and suspenders and with her tiny knickers half-way down her legs. There was nothing she could do but submit.
Stiffly she spread her legs and bent over to grasp her ankles, her bottom facing the trio on the settee. Slowly the father approached her and plucked at the tender flesh of her bottom to test its probable resilience.
“Ralph, 1 thought you said you had punished her earlier this evening. What was the offence?" Ralph told him.
"I see. Then your punishment was not sufficiently severe. There are no marks now; fewer strokes properly applied would have been better. She shall receive two more for the earlier misdemeanour."
He placed a firm hand on the small of her back, forcing her lower down, and just touched her bottom with the tip of the cold cane to measure the distance. Jan leapt forward. He dragged her back and swished the cane down smartly 'on her bare bottom. Jan cried out loud and fell to her knees. A thin red line had raised itself on her fair skin. She lay on the floor sobbing, no longer aware of her half nudity.
"Get up." Awkwardly she rose, spread her legs once again, and bent over. Ralph was told to help restrain her. He stood in front of her shoulders, gripping her tightly. The cane slashed noisily onto the trembling skin. Jan screamed and jerked forward. A second narrow red line was clearly marked a fraction of an inch just below the first.
Savagely Jan kicked out at him, aware only of her need to stop the agony to which her naked bottom was subjected. This was real, searing pain – nothing like the hand-spanking she had received earlier.
They grabbed her, snapping the straps of her bra as they did so.
"Three more strokes for disobedience.” Ralph and his father picked the howling girl, now wearing only her stockings held by flimsy suspenders. Her breasts shuddered with rage. They laid her down over the back of the settee, pushing her head down towards the seat. They held her down between them, waiting until her wriggling body was still. At last her bottom poked up in submission.
The cane whipped down noisily, planting a third narrow red line below the other two. Jan howled and struggled under the firm grip of the men. The hard ridge of the settee’s back was digging into her tummy, competing with her blazing bottom for her attention. As the next few strokes were placed neatly, one below the other on her once white skin, Jan forgot about those witnessing her punishment. The whole of her lower regions was a mass of burning flame; the pain was quite excruciating – any pleasure long-since gone. She only wanted it to cease.
After each stroke Mr Parkinson waited until the shaking red flesh was motionless: then he applied himself with vigour. At last he rested from his labours. Jan lay weeping across the back of the settee. Ten narrow red lines glowed fiercely on her tender skin; nine pale pink lines just peeped out between them to show what her
bottom had once been. Finally she was permitted to rise. She clambered down stiffly, not caring what part of her anatomy could be seen by the vigilant men and women in the room. At each movement she winced, conscious only of the leaping flames on her bare bottom.
Her face drenched with tears, she apologised for her behaviour. She bent down to pull up her knickers which now matched her burning backside in their bright redness. Caressing it tenderly through the thin nylon, Jan thanked Ralph's father for the trouble he had taken over her.
"Don't mention it my dear. I'm sure it won’t be the last time – you’re really one of the family now. Ralph will have to be taught the proper administration ' of corporal punishment before he marries you."
A few months later Jan and Ralph were married. Ralph's father gave them that same long thin cane as a present. Jan is cured of her disobedience now. Almost...