Claire’s visit to Belchester

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I shared this story on Deviant Art and was banned subsequently as I guess someone complained about it and the sequel.
I little while later, I joined this forum and got confused about where I posted it…( I'm not that well organised!). Apologies to @gingerjoe and others who might have been confused.. I will post part 2 drekly.

I woukd appreciate comments!

All characters depicted are over the age of 18. The activities described are fictitious.

I do not condone non-consensual harm to anyone in the real world and am very definitely against violence to women and girls.
(This disclaimer was included in the Deviant art item but did me no good..)

Claire lived with her mother in a small terraced house in South-East England. Her mother had never been very healthy and suffered from a progressive illness. In March her mother's illness took a turn for the worst so Claire's aunt Theresa moved from Ireland to live with them to look after her sister. Aunt Theresa was a fairly joyless person and very matter-of-fact, and did not take kindly to Claire.

A smacked bottom

Claire was not a particularly naughty girl, nor was she very lazy. It was just that with her mother looking after her and her father absent she had got used to doing very little around the house. At school, she was quite clever, but made little effort with her studies, perhaps because she was influenced by the rowdy girls. Claire's aunt could see that she was not making progress at school and was frustrated that she did little around the house. It took little to persuade her sister, Claire's mother that firmer measures were needed with her daughter and that as they had experienced, the girl needed correction in the form of a smacked bottom. Theresa implemented a new regime with Claire, almost immediately and smacked her bottom hard and long, resulting in floods of tears and pleas for it to stop. Very quickly Claire started to change her ways around the house, desperate to avoid more punishment. It seemed that her aunt was always looking to find fault with her, lift her skirt for what she called a 'damn good tanning'.



Poor Schoolwork

Every day, Claire had to show her homework notebook to her aunt and get her signature. The teachers wrote in the book comments about her work, and several of them stated that she needed to make more of an effort if she wanted to pass her exams. Sometimes this resulted in a 'damn good tanning' and Claire made all manner of promises to study. Theresa showed these comments to her sister and suggested that if her daughter failed her mock exams she was taking that week, this would be a wake-up call and they would need to consider sterner discipline with the girl. Clare's mother said she shared the concern but hoped it would not come to that.





Mock exam results

The following Thursday, Claire brought home an envelope from school. Luckily to her aunt was out at the time and she went up to her mother's room and handed it to her. Her mother was disappointed, and read her mock exam results and comments from her teachers saying she was just not bothering and her schoolwork was poor. "We are going to have to do something about this" she said, and "I have been discussing it it with Aunt Theresa: we will tell you more about it tomorrow".





Mr Giles

When Clare arrived home from school on Friday, Aunt Theresa had already started preparing dinner and said they would be eating earlier than usual as they had a visitor at 7pm. Clare's mother came down to dinner, which was quite an effort as either Clare or Theresa usually took it up to her room. Aunt Theresa mentioned over dinner that she had told Clare there would be a visitor. This was a prompt for Clare's mother to explain more. She told Clare that as her schoolwork was so behind and she was at risk of failing her exams, they were getting her extra tuition. Mr Giles, a retired school teacher would be helping her catch up and to meet the standard required. Clare's face dropped: she knew the elderly gentleman as they passed his house at the end of the road and he was often in his garden and said hello. He was not unpleasant but Clare felt he was a bit creepy and paid too much attention to her. She asked her mum if this was really necessary and couldn't she just do more studying at home. Aunt Theresa cut in, saying clearly this had not worked so far. There was not much more Clare could say, so she remained silent, but inside she was very angry. They cleared away the dishes and Clare's mother returned to her room. Aunt Theresa and Clare waited for Mr Giles to arrive in an awkward silence. The doorbell rang at about 6.50pm - he was early. After introductions they sat at the dinner table. Aunt Theresa asked Mr Giles if he would like tea and when he replied in the affirmative she said to Clare to fetch him a cup of tea. Aunt Theresa started discussing Clare's schoolwork and exam results and showed him the latest comments from her form teacher: Clare was pleased to be out of the room in the kitchen and possibly took longer than necessary to make the tea. When she brought the tea in, Aunt Theresa seemed to be concluding a summary of the situation, saying that it seemed likely Clare would fail her exams and needed firm discipline, which made Claire flush red.

A demonstration

Mr Giles was frowning and took a while to speak, and then asked how Clare was disciplined: Aunt Theresa explained that she chastised her and that she really ought to be have received a smacked bottom for her poor mock exam results. Mr Giles nodded and asked how effective a smacked bottom was on the girl. Clare looked down at the floor, hoping it would open and swallow her whole, such was her embarrassment. Aunt Theresa advised that since she had been smacking her bottom, her behaviour at home had improved, but not her schoolwork. Mr Giles then suggested that as she was due to be punished for the poor exam results, perhaps Aunt Theresa could demonstrate now? Clare was aghast at the thought of a smacked bottom in front of this awful man and said loudly 'No way'! This was like a red rag to a bull to Aunt Theresa and she stood up, saying what a good idea that was. Within an instant she had grabbed Clare by the ear and had her over her lap before she could struggle. She lifted the girls skirt up over back and started slapping her bottom hard and quickly over her school knickers and the tops of her legs. As usual Clare was in Floods of tears, crying out that she was sorry and she would study hard, all the while trying to escape her Aunts steely grasp. The spanking continued and just as Aunt Theresa seemed to be flagging, she concentrated her energy on the back of Clare's legs, which brought louder screams and more struggling from the distressed girl. Eventually she stopped and told the sobbing girl to go and stand in the corner. She got up stiffly and sobbing with deep breaths and snot running down her nose, went the corner, her legs a bright red up to her pants. She didn't need to be told to put her hands on her head and her aunt came up behind her, tucking her skirt hem up into her collar. She was so absorbed by the burning in her bottom and the shame of being on display like that that she only vaguely heard what her Aunt and Mr Giles were saying. Mr Giles was supportive of Theresa and said that it was a thorough spanking but looked exhausting for her, but that if he was to discipline the girl he would prefer proven methods he had used as a teacher: namely the cane, until it was banned. Clare's Aunt, agreed that this might be more effective, but did not have a cane. After some further conversation Mr Giles wrote some details on a piece of paper and handed it to her. After a good 40 minutes of their conversation with Clare standing with her hands on her head, she had stopped crying and was feeling frustrated and very sorry for herself. She could tell that the conversation was coming to a close and sensed her aunt standing behind her. You can go to bed now and don't ever be rude to Mr Giles who has come to help you, emphasising the point with hard slaps to the girl's thighs. Clare started crying again and walked, still with her pants on show, towards the door, where Mr Giles was standing, smiling. She realised it was time to be humble and said to him that she was sorry she had been rude and was grateful that he was going to help her. He smiled and said that he had helped a number of girls in her situation and that she would realise it was for the best.



A visit to Belchester

Normally Claire was allowed to stay in bed until 8 am on a Saturday morning, but today her aunt came into her room at 7.30 while she was dozing and told her to get up and get dressed in her school uniform as they were going shopping. After the traumatic events of the previous evening her bottom was still sore and she knew better than to ask questions. By 8 am she had got washed and dressed and came down for breakfast. Her aunt had made porridge and put a bowl of it on the table for her. Claire kept her eyes downcast and said nothing. When she had finished her breakfast Aunt Theresa told her they would be getting the 9.14 bus to Belchester and she should be ready to leave by 9 o'clock. She quietly acknowledged this and went upstairs to prepare herself, wondering what was to happen. They got the bus on time and Aunt Theresa explained that Mr Giles had given her details of a shop they were to visit, but gave no further information. On arrival at Belchester they got of the bus and walked along the high street for about ten minutes, Clare feeling quite self conscious in her school uniform on a Saturday when there were girls her own age in T-shirts and jeans. On turning into a side street her aunt stopped and said "Here we are!". Clare was confused at first when she saw the sign 'Canes and Tears' but when she saw what was in the shop window it dawned on her and her heart sank. "Yes", her aunt said, "we have come to buy a cane for your naughty bottom: in you go!"

To be continued...

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[spankoPhil]

This is part two.
I included some of it in a posting about the Lupus spanking bench


Inside Cane and Tears (Part 2)

We start part two where part 1 ('A Shopping trip Claire did not want make') left off. Claire's strict aunt Angela has brought her on a shopping expedition without giving any details. They arrive outside Cane & Tears and Claire realises what sort of shop it is.



Stepping inside

Claire was horrified that there could be a shop selling punishment canes which revelled in producing tears. She had heard of people getting the cane in the past but had never seen one, let alone a shop selling them. She felt paralysed with terror and felt her aunt's hand on her back pushing her through the doorway. Inside there were racks of canes in different types of wood and even plastic, wooden paddles (labelled 'Spanking Paddles: S/M/L/XL') and leather straps of different shapes hanging on loops of leather cord, similarly labelled. Behind the counter a smart young women, probably not much older than Claire smiled at them and said 'Can I help you'? Claire's aunt explained that they needed a punishment cane for her niece Claire and had been recommended to come here by Mr Giles. Ah yes, said the young women, Mr Giles has put several families in touch with us: is he going to be tutoring Claire? Aunt Angela explained that he was due to start on Sunday and she needed a cane for him to use and also so she could chastise Claire more easily.



How's is Claire disciplined?

Before I can recommend a cane to you, I will need to know a little about Claire and how she is disciplined. Claire was horrified to hear a stranger talking about something so embarrassing for her and she just looked at the floor. Her Aunt nodded and explained that she had started chastising her about three months ago and gave her bottom and thighs a thorough reddening on average once or twice a week. Mr Giles had commented on how strenuous it was and that her punishments didn't need to be so. The young woman asked if she had ever been caned before, at which aunt Angela turned to Claire and asked if she had ever felt the cane on her bottom. Claire's throat had dried up and she just shook her head, sensing her eyes were watering. 'Speak up girl, has the cat got your tongue?' said the young woman sharply, which shocked her as the woman had been polite and welcoming to her aunt. "No miss" sobbed Claire, instinctively using a title to show respect. Turning back to her aunt, the woman explained that for girls of Claire's proportions who were new to being caned, one of the lightweight junior canes would be most appropriate, but that it had to suit the person using it. She then asked even more personal questions as to how quickly Claire started crying profoundly, how long she spanked her after she got to this stage and how much she struggled and whether there there was a point that she gave up struggling. Claire was astonished that the woman wanted to know such details and looked imploringly at her aunt. Aunt Theresa seemed happy, even enthusiastic to explain how she inflicted agony on her niece and seemed to be getting new ideas about how to hurt her. By this time Claire was very quietly sobbing, imagining the further torments that her aunt was thinking of.



Fully appreciating each stroke

The woman, whom Claire noticed had a name badge: 'Disciplinary Therapist: Ms de Souza', asked if Aunt Angela had used a cane before or was aware of how different it was from hand spanking. Aunt Angela looked initially a little embarrassed, saying that she didn't, but expected to pick it up quickly, saying "what else is there to it"? Ms de Souza then explained in chilling detail that while a spanking may take 30,40 or 50 slaps or more of the hand briskly applied, to bring about the desired affect (Claire had never counted them, such was the agonised terror she suffered), far fewer strokes of the cane were required and a certain time interval was needed to allow a naughty girl to fully appreciate the benefit of each stroke. Aunt Angela smiled and said she hadn't thought of that, but it made good sense. "If you have been used to giving a prolonged quick fire hand spanking to her bottom and thighs, it can sometimes take a change of mindset to use a cane effectively" said Ms de Souza.



Types of cane

Ms de Souza then started to explain how Punishment and Tears aimed to make corporal punishment as effective as it can be in improving behaviour and attitude, while minimising physical and mental injury and also make it as agreeable as possible for those responsible for applying it. A caning should be comfortable for the user and inversely so for the recipient? The contrast between the concern for the experience on either end of the cane was not lost on Claire and she stood mesmerised by the concept, and if you looked carefully, you would have noticed a tear running down her cheek. Ms de Souza then walked further into the shop saying, "let me show you some of the canes that would suit your neice". Aunt Angela followed, curious to know how many varieties of a punishment cane there could be. Claire followed reluctantly, fidgeting nervously with her skirt. Ms de Souza explained that many traditional disciplinarians preferred a crook handled school type cane, and that is what Mr Giles uses. She then lifted such a cane from a stand containing about ten similar ones: "this is our standard junior kooboo school cane, it is simple and effective and is what Mr Giles prefers to use on girls such as your niece. She handed it to Aunt Angela, who took hold of it with a look of fascination. It was not much thicker than a pencil and Claire shuddered to think what it would do to her bottom. Ms de Souza continued, explaining that while the traditional school cane, with a crook-end is still popular, many people nowadays prefer a mounted cane, that is, one with a handle, finding them easier to manipulate and obtain the necessary results with less strain. She then showed them a range of mounted canes with leather bound handles and canes mounted on turned wood handles, selecting one which she said was cherry wood: "an excellent piece of craftsmanship " and that it would look stylish in any home and be a topic of conversation with visitors. Poor Claire couldn't be any more shocked and began to wonder if this woman was serious. Ms de Souza handed it to Aunt Angela who now had a cane in each hand and waved them about as if whacking a bottom, to test their whipiness.



A denser rattan with more impact!

Ms de Souza continued her goulish explanation: "For greater impact or shall we say the same effect for less effort, we have the same size cane in dragon wood, a denser rattan than that carries more thwack. Many people use a Kooboo cane to punish ordinary misdemeanours and poor performance, but reserve the dragon cane for more serious matters and as an ultimate deterrent: as such they aren't used that often. She selected a darker cane from a rack marked 'Dragon- junior', which had a dark turned handle "this one has a mahogany handle and is my personal favourite: it fits the hand so well". Aunt Angela held the crook handled cane and the cherry wood cane in her left hand and took the proffered darker cane in her right hand, giving it a swish, saying: "Yes, I can see how this would be more effective". By this time Claire was fidgeting more nervously and her hand subconsciously rubbing her bottom (that was still red from her aunt's ministrations the previous evening).



Try before you buy

Ms de Souza said something to aunt Angela which Claire didn't quite understand, but heard the phrase 'try before you buy' and 'our furniture section'. Aunt Angela nodded in agreement and they both walked off further into the shop, Claire having no option but to follow them. They entered what appeared to be a screened-off section with a signed saying 'Disciplinary Furniture'. Whilst Claire couldn't imagine things getting any worse, she was horrified to see what could only be benches and racks for caning and whipping people - like her! Ms de Souza explained that whilst they encouraged customers to try out their products, they preferred that this did not include full punishments as the commotion would disturb other customers, though a little noise was inevitable, and that using the furniture in this area was more discrete than in view of the street.



The punishment bench

She pointed to a wide stool with a slatted top that had leather buckle straps on either side, saying "this is our standard bench and would suit you purposes for Claire today'. It is not particularly comfortable, but the experience is not intended to be. It is designed to hold a recipient safely, without causing orthopaedic injury. Holding the three canes, Aunt Angela thanked Ms de Souza and, smiling, said "right then Claire, up with you skirt and bend over the stool". Claire looked aghast "surely you don't mean to cane me here?", backing away from the two women. Ms de Souza then said chillingly "we often get such resistance: I can ask one of my colleagues to help and we can get her strapped in nice and snug" calling to a young man, not much older than Claire who appeared to be polishing an antique looking bench that was reminiscent of a gym vaulting horse. Not wanting the young man to be involved, Claire said pitifully "I'll do it" and lifting her skirt, showing her white school pants, leant over the bench with her hands dangling down towards the floor. She could see that there were straps that would secure her wrists, her knees and ankles and would make her totally exposed and helpless. Aunt Angela said she had never seen one of these and how practical it seemed - she was impressed! The awful Ms de Souza then explained that whilst it was preferable that miscreants learnt to submit to corporal punishment and learn stoicism, it was often necessary to deliver a stronger message than they could endure by force of will. Whilst having such a bench at home would be very useful, she did not recommend one when first introducing the cane. Cane & Tears were happy to make private appointments for customers after shop hours to use items of punishment furniture and they did so on several evening each week. The threat of such visits was also a good deterrent.





White pants on show

Claire felt extremely embarrassed lying over the bench with her white pants on show, even more so when the young man arrived and asked how he could help. "Thank you Jones, this young lady has now seen the wisdom of cooperation, but please stay on hand in case we need assistance." She then went on to explain that whilst the cane can be effective over clothing and underwear, for the first few times it was advisable to cane bare flesh to best appreciate the affect and the results. Observing how welts develop and mature can also inform understanding of the change in sensation experienced by the recipient. Aunt Angela agreed, a little too enthusiastically thought Claire and she felt her aunt pulling her pants down to her knees and she instinctively clamped her legs together. By this time Claire was sobbing heartily and one or two tears had dripped onto the wooden floor.



Claire felt the cane tapping..

Ms de Souza suggested Aunt Angela try the school cane first, saying that individual strokes need not be very hard, as, spaced out, they give a significant effect without causing much damage. Claire felt the cane tapping her bottom as her aunt lined it up for a first stroke. Claire flinched and almost immediate felt a flash of agony on her bottom as her aunt brought the cane down with a satisfying "thwack" and Claire screamed. Whilst Claire wriggled, trying to sooth the pain (showing more of what was between her legs than she realised), Ms de Souza directed Angela to observe how the stroke she delivered turned from a flash of white, into a welt. She explained that it took some practice to get even strokes across both buttocks and that it was advisable to avoid the cane wrapping around to the hip where there was less muscle and more risk of undesirable injury. Whilst doing this she drew her fingers across Claire's buttocks to illustrate what she was saying, which made Claire jerk. Claire felt the cane tapping her bottom again and realised another stroke was coming. As she shouted "No,", it arrived and her shout became a shriek. Aunt Angela was very satisfied and said "I think this will be very effective for Claire". Ms de Souza then suggested she try the cherry wood handled cane to appreciate the difference in feel. Claire pushed herself up from the stool and with fresh tears running down her cheeks looked imploring at her aunt saying ' Please Aunt Angela, no more?'. Aunt Angela was not in a merciful mood and pointed at the bench saying "get back down: NOW!". She did so quickly, realising she was in no position to argue.



Strap in for the ride!

Claire heard Ms de Souza say "Jones, you may as well strap her in for a proper ride" and she saw his hands appear and buckle her wrists firmly to the legs of the stool. Then to her horror she felt hands pulling her pants down and they fell on the floor, he then secured her left knee to one leg and the right knee to the other leg of the stool, effectively spreading her legs for all to see what was between. Claire burned with shame which temporarily eclipsed the sensation that the strokes of the cane left. Then she felt a cane again tapping her bottom a 'Thwack' and another streak of agony and a loud scream from Claire. She struggled violently, realising her vulnerability: she could not escape! Claire felt the cane tapping again and twitched her buttocks and the she heard Ms de Souza say to her aunt "try to space out the strokes, perhaps counting to ten or even twenty between each?". The sensations Claire will be feeling change considerably from the first shock of impact and she won't be able to appreciate each one fully as the welt develops, if she receives another too soon. A spaced out caning not only has a deeper immediate affect, it is much more memorable and as such has greater deterrent to misbehaviour or an incentive towards assiduous study at school. Claire was still writhing from the cherry-wood handle cane stroke, but settled down, her subconscious recognising that twisting and jerking did nothing to relieve the pain. While she was focussed on the continuing agony in her buttocks, the two ladies were exchanging glances and her aunt was beginning to recognise how the sensation of a stroke of the cane played out in the experience of its recipient. After what seemed like several minutes, but was really about 20 seconds, she felt the cane tapping her bottom again "Please - No more!" she cried, but again that streak of agony and a scream of pain. This time she just jerked once and did not struggle, seeming to accept the futility of it.



The bite of the Dragon

"Perhaps when she has appreciated the cumulative affect of your ministrations you would like to offer Claire a little sample of the dragon cane" said Ms de Souza, so that she knows what is in store if she does not buckle down to her studies, though I think you will find one stroke will be enough!". "Noooo - pleeease no" pleaded Claire, but all she could hear was the sound of her aunt making practice strokes in the air, and then nothing for a while: they were making her wait, while the pain in her bottom was evolving from the immediacy of a stroke to a slightly duller one but with an intense burning. After a while, she felt a cane tapping her bottom - and then a deeper "Thwack" sound and agonising pain worse than she could have imagined: she felt as if her bottom had been cut in half! She shrieked and started breathing very deeply and quickly and jerking her hips, and then deep sobbing as she felt so defeated and fixed on the pain that engulfed her consciousness.



Aunt Angela makes three purchases

She heard Ms de Souza say, "shall we leave her here for a bit whilst you decide on your purchases?", and then their voices tailed off as they walked away and Claire was left to the pain in her bottom for what seemed like hours. Aunt Angela and Ms de Souza returned to a counter at the main part of the shop and further discussed Claire's punishment. Aunt Angela bought all three canes: they were more expensive than Angela expected, but she thought they would be a good investment. Ms de Souza said that with such a purchase they were giving customers a copy of their book; "Cane & Tears: Getting the most out of corporal punishment". It had chapters on advanced warning of a caning and anticipation, shame and witnesses, preparation, delivery and aftermath/cornertime. As a special offer they were offering Tantus Topical Spanking cream: "containing ginger and capsicum to increase sensation while moisturizing aloe vera and shea butter to leave skin soft and ready for punishment" at half price for new customers this month. Aunt Angela accepted the book but declined the spanking cream, though it was something she might consider in future. Whilst Aunt Angela was paying for the canes, Ms de Souza arranged for Jones to unfasten Claire from the bench.



Jones pulls her pants up

She had almost started to get used to the pain when she heard Jones come up behind her saying "You've got some pretty stripes across your bottom, but not nearly as much as many who visit here". Claire winced at this, realising the view he had. Then she was being unfastened from the bench. When all the buckles had been undone she felt him pulling her pants up, not too roughly, but the hem rubbed on the fresh welts on her bottom and she twitched. He helped her get up and straightened her skirt, then offered her a cotton handkerchief from a pouch of them he kept in his pocket. It it had a monogram in the corner 'C&T'.

Claire was still faintly sobbing and Jones put his arm around her, comfortingly. This was the first kindliness she had encountered that day, after her mother kissed her from her bed, and she started sobbing afresh. Come on now, it's over now and you can get on with the day. He drew Claire away from the punishment furniture area while she dabbed her eyes with the handkerchief, and walked her to the sales counter.



"You can carry the canes home..."

Her aunt was talking to Ms de Souza at the counter and was examining a jar labelled 'Tantus'. She put the jar down and handed Claire the bundle of three canes saying "ah Claire, there you are! That wasn't so bad was it? You can carry these home" handing her the three canes. They were wrapped in brown paper embellished with the CT monogram, though the crook handle and two turned wooden ends were uncovered and it might easily be guessed what the package contained. Claire took them gingerly like they were sticks of dynamite (which in a way they were!) and looked at her aunt imploringly saying, as she sobbed "Please don't use these on me, I promise I will do whatever you want - anything!" Aunt Angela smiled and said: if you become a model student, pass your exams and pull your weight around the house, you will never be caned again". "Thank you Aunt Angela" sobbed Claire, her eyes watering again with emotion, but then she remembered how her aunt had always looked to find fault in her and realised that now matter how hard she tried, she could not escape further canings. Ms de Souza was smiling and said to aunt Angela "often it takes just one visit here to transform a girl or boy into an angel, but if you find that your efforts with Claire are not producing results, please come back and have a chat". During all the time she had been in the shop, the woman had only spoken to her once and that was to admonish her. Claire was relieved when her aunt thanked Ms de Souza and walked off towards the door with Claire following behind with her long thin package.



To be continued...

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Wonderful story!
I can't help but make the association - I think Claire won't be rereading Harry Potter anytime soon, at least not the Philosopher's Stone and the chapter about choosing "magic" wands (canes). 😉

Or maybe the opposite: when she gets to that chapter again, she'll rub her poor punished bottom and wish she lived in that fictional world with the main characters.

She's got three of them now, and let's be honest - Claire is going to hate the magic each one delivers.
...but...we're going to love every second of it.

Thanks so much for the story!