Hooky - M/F cane

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When I went to college, I couldn’t afford to live in the dorms so I commuted from home. I was happy to save a lot of money but I didn’t like being treated like a child. After all, I was in college! I was an adult! My parents had different ideas of course. Maybe being a girl made them more protective. Whatever the case, I was treated like I was still in high school. I had to go to classes and come back home for study, chores etc. My only free time was the weekends but even then I had a curfew! Can you imagine a curfew in college?!

So one day my girlfriends and I decided to go to a fancy coffeeshop downtown. It’s 30 minutes away but who knows, maybe we’d find some older guys with jobs and have some fun. College guys were ok but they were often broke or immature. In any case, I left home with an extra skirt and blouse in my backpack. Didn’t want to arouse any suspicions. I’d have to skip class but no matter. I was doing fine. 

Things started out great. We found a cute place downtown with really cute sidewalk seating. Chatting there with my girlfriends all dressed up made me feel really grown up. And there was a constant stream of guys walking by giving us a lot to gossip about. We’d guess their jobs and make jokes. It was really fun.

But then my phone rang. Oh no! My dad! I debated ignoring it but thought that would be suspicious. I quickly stepped away from the table to answer and shielded the phone with my hand.

“Hi Dad,” I answered. I tried to play things cool.

“Hi! How’s school?” he asked.

“Oh, not so bad. One class is over and I’m heading over to my next,” I lied. I tried to keep calm but my heart was racing.

“Aren’t you late?” he asked. Probably because it was 11:17am. 

“A little, I was talking to some friends,” I said. I tried to sound in a hurry.

“Well look across the street,” he said.

Huh? I thought. What is he talking about? I looked across the street but I didn’t see him. But then as I panned around I saw him, on the opposite corner, waving. My heart practically stopped.

“Hi, hi!”, he yelled across the street waving. Then he ended the call and walked away.

For a moment, I felt like time stood still. I shuffled back to my friends. Who was that? They asked. Oh, just my dad. Not a big deal. I tried to put on a good face but it was tough. They continued their conversation and I tried to blend in but now dread filled me. I was done for.

I returned home some time later. My dad was watching tv and when I arrived he simply turned it off and stood up looking at me. No words were spoken. We both know what happened and what was going to happen. Tears started forming in my eyes. It wasn’t fair! I was an adult not a child. I wasn’t playing hooky. Not really.

We went to his office where he fetched his cane from the closet. It was a real cane, fairly thick. I don’t know what material but it was long enough to use and support the weight of a man. I don’t know why he had one as he didn’t need it. Except of course for other reasons as I learned growing up. He stood to the side and gestured at the desk.

A tear rolled down my face as I looked at it. Delaying would only make things worse but this was like being sentenced to the guillotine. I tugged my panties down and held them at my knees as I spread my legs a bit. I bent over ninety degrees and put my arms straight out so I was like, pushing the desk away. My head was between my arms and I looked straight down. My stomach was doing flip flops as he lifted my skirt over my waist. It was soo embarrassing. To be naked from the waist down in front of my dad! 

There was just a brief moment as he backed up and then crack! A full swing right across my cheeks. I gave out a cry as fire seared in a deep stripe. God that hurt! My dad waited. He knew to wait a bit so the pain would develop. Then there was another crack as he put another stripe across my cheeks. The force of the stripe pushed my hands against the desk. But in that position I didn’t move much and my ass took the full blow. I couldn’t help but start to sob. The fire blazed twice as hot. Three times as hot. I swear it was like the sun. I didn’t want him to cane me again but I also wanted it over. The pain was throbbing. Then the third strike. I was crying unabashedly now. Maybe I howled. I don’t know to be honest. I’ve read stories here where people are spanked for 30 minutes or given a hundred strokes. Those have to be lies. 3 strikes with a real cane and my ass was mincemeat. My knees buckled. I was in no rush to straighten up. My dad was in no rush to finish either. He waited.

Finally I straightened my legs. Fourth strike. Low, near my thighs. This time I know I screamed. It hurt so bad! I was sweating, sobbing. Snot was coming out of my nose. When would it end? If I would get more strokes where would they land? I swear my entire ass was on fire. Then suddenly the fifth one. Dad was getting impatient. He wanted to get back to his show. The fifth hurt the most as it crossed over the other lines. I practically fell to the floor but I held myself. I was crying so hard. 

Thankfully it was over. He told me to go. I heard him put the cane away while I was struggling to stand. Crying I tried to pull up my panties and rubbed my ass. There were welts forming. I knew I’d be black and blue tomorrow. It would be hard to sit in class but I was going. I wasn’t going to skip anymore.