You spank Julia first

"No, stay a moment, Julia. As long as Helen is living under your roof, you have a duty to ensure that she receives the discipline she needs. Now, obviously I don't expect you to spank her yourself, but I'm sure there are plenty of men that you could ask."

"Gosh, you're completely right, Jack, I don't know why I didn't realize it before. I've been failing in my responsibilities. This is why I still feel the need to carry a cane at my age; I need guidance from a man as much as any twenty-something."

"It's perfectly understandable, Julia. You want to protect your sister, but you know that thrashing the misbehaviour out of her is for her own good in the long run. Helen, would you mind giving Julia and me the sofa?"

The blonde is on her feet as quick as a flash, looking justifiably guilty at having earned her sibling a spanking.

"Alright, Julia," you say as you take a seat in the middle of the settee, "skirt up, knickers down and lie across my knee."

Your date complies without fuss, slipping her underwear down to her knees and pulling the leather skirt right up over her buttocks before arranging herself elegantly over your lap, her chin and feet resting on the padded arms of the sofa. You roll her stay-ups a few inches further down her thighs to give you a slightly larger target area (your rules say that only bare female flesh can be mortified) and use her short, thin cane to set up a tattoo of rapid taps which soon redden the brunette's round posterior. Julia gasps a little at the maddening but relatively mild stinging which this produces and you can see the strain in her muscles as she fight to remain still despite the building discomfort.

"Do you feel this caning will be beneficial, Julia?"

"Yes, Jack. I'm going to make sure Helen gets the discipline she needs and—oh!" You have administered just one hard stroke amongst the gentle raps, causing Julia's body to jerk in surprise. "One, thank-you, Jack. May I please have another?"

"Certainly." You continue the steady beat, up and down her rump and thighs, punctuated by occasional harder stripes that leave a white ridge amid the growing pinkness. You try to make these strokes unpredictable, both in terms of location and timing, but Julia endures them all with aplomb.

"Twelve, thank-you. Will you please cane me again, Jack?"

You stop with a smile. "Actually, I think that will do. Well done."

Julia slips to her knees at your feet and you see that her face is wet with tears, although she isn't really crying, it's more that her eyes are watering from the burning in her backside.

"Thank-you so much, Jack. Please may I show you my gratitude and appreciation for chastening me?"

You ponder for a moment and reply "Why don't you just pay the next time we go on a date…assuming that you want to see me again, that is?"

"Oh, yes, I'd really like that, Jack," she says, smiling warmly at you.