A spanking

After a few moments, conversations die out and all eyes turn enquiringly to the pretty young blonde. She gulps and makes an announcement, speaking rapidly as though afraid she'll lose her nerve if she takes her time.

"I broke a plate while we were washing up and I'm ready to take the consequences."

"I told you not to worry about it," Rita reiterates. "Accidents happen."

"Yes, but if Jenna, say, had broken a plate by accident," she persists, flashing you an apologetic smile for bringing you into the discussion, "would you've treated her the same as you've treated me?"

"Well," your hostess replies, "Jenna will correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe we both find corporal punishment to be rewarding in itself. So to answer your question, I expect Jenna would experience contentment in being disciplined in the same way Dora or I would be under the same circumstances."

You nod, trying not to look too surprised by the information that her sister also gets spanked. You'd assumed she was more of the dominant persuasion from her manner during the meal, although you suppose your boss can be pretty dominant, too. Claudia looks similarly thrown, but when she locks eyes with her boyfriend, she seems to gain the resolve to continue.

"And what makes me any different? If I'm going to be part of this family, I should be treated the same as any of you."

"Absolutely!" Dora is grinning from ear to ear. "Ricardo, what would my sister get for breaking a plate?"

"A dozen with the rattan cane," he answers after a moment's consideration.

"Perfect. What do you say, Claudia? A dozen on the bare?"

The waif looks at Olly, who is looking back with what you can only describe as admiration. You think about pointing out that a dozen on an experienced bottom is considerably different from the same on virgin nates, but realize that you'd probably just make the girl more determined to impress her man. As you expected, she agrees. Rita shrugs in acceptance and says she'll get the cane, whilst Claudia gets into position, bent over the table next to you.

The white dress has a split up the back of the skirt, which proves quite convenient. It's also so thin (and so tight over its wearer's hips) that there was never any doubt that she'd decided to go without underwear in order to avoid a visible panty line and sure enough, when she eventually wiggles the clinging material up to her waist, two bare, parchment-white buttocks come into view. She bends over, giving Olly, Dora and Malcolm a virtually unobstructed view of her soft breasts, nearly falling out of her low cut dress. Her boyfriend reaches out and takes a firm grim of her hands, ready to hold her in place if necessary.

Rita returns, a wicked four foot length of dried vegetable matter in hand. She passes it to her husband, who seeks to give the young woman one last chance to back out.

"Are you sure you want this, Claudia? If you choose to continue, I will require you to take all twelve strokes, just as I would my wife. If you complain or ask me to stop, I will add extra strokes; is that understood?"

"Yes, sir. I'm ready to begin."

You move your chair back so you're well away from the swing of the cane (and, coincidentally, have a much better view of Claudia's pert little bottom). Ricardo taps the rod on his target, then brings it back over his shoulder and gives a swingeing stroke that makes you gasp. It makes the recipient do rather more than gasp, yelling out and bucking on the table. If Olly weren't holding her hands, she'd probably have leapt up and clutched her poor cheeks.

Ricardo gives her a moment to recover, then lays on another one, just as hard, on more or less the same line. Obviously, the response is just as animated and Claudia starts to sob loudly, her head dropping onto her arms.

"No, no," Dora admonishes her, "we want to see your pretty face." She roughly grabs the girl's blonde hair in her left fist and puts her right hand under her chin to lift her head and hold it where she, her husband and son can watch the anguish unfold on her suffering visage.

The third stroke lands on the same part of her cheeks and you start to worry that he intends to put all twelve in the same place, which would be awful for anyone, but potentially even dangerous for somebody with such a delicate derrière. A glance at your hostess shows she's flushed and excited by the caning, eyes fixed on the reddening stripes, but doesn't appear concerned. You put your trust in her and in her knowledge about her husband, returning your attention to the, admittedly very stimulating, show.

The next three strokes all target a strip around three inches wide, centred on the first blow. It's virtually **** to put so many in such a small area and you start to imagine yourself at this man's mercy, which makes you so wet it's embarrassing. Thankfully, Ricardo moves on for the second half of the chastisement, aiming at the crease where Claudia's bottom meets her thighs. Once again, he overlaps the strokes until an angry, raw weal is throbbing, puce against pale flesh. The young woman is howling continuously, thrashing with every blow, but held in place by her lover and his mother.

She doesn't realize it's over until Olly leans in and kisses her. You've had your gaze rivetted firmly on her behind, but now you glance over and notice her breasts have come completely out of her dress, much to Malcolm's delight. Her face is a mess again, but nobody seems to mind. Olly whispers in her ear and you just manage to catch I'm so proud of you, which you're sure is going to send the sobbing young girl even further down the rabbit hole in search of his approval.

"Alright, everyone," Rita takes charge. "I think Claudia is in need of a little aftercare. Do you feel up to making it to the bathroom?"

Obviously, she doesn't, so someone needs to help her. Ordinarily, that would be you, but if you stand up right now, everyone will see that watching the punishment has made you soaking wet, except maybe Claudia who probably can't see anything through her tears. However, Rita can hardly manage by herself, so if you don't offer, either Dora or one of the blokes will have to go, which you imagine will be little comfort to the suffering blonde.