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Damage to the Rear
By Anonymous (address withheld)

***

A woman hits and runs and then has to take the 
consequences for her actions. (MF, spanking-fetish)

***

Edward Marshall walked through the station car park 
towards his car thinking of his day out in London. 
Suddenly he was shocked out of his reverie as he heard 
a loud crash just where he remembered leaving his car. 
Looking up he saw a red Fiesta driven by a young woman 
who was obviously finding difficulty in maneuvering out 
of her parking spot. As he watched her car bumped into 
his Volvo again with a shudder, and then a tinkle of 
falling glass.

Mr. Marshall broke into a run but the Fiesta was 
finally free and it swept past him. He caught a closer 
glimpse of the fair haired woman driver, but she 
disregarded his calls to stop and drove straight past 
him out of the car park. He managed to memorize part of 
her car's registration number. It was an A reg and 
ended in FKM. Then, intensely angry, he walked up to 
his car and inspected the damage.

There was a bad dent in the rear end of the car and a 
rear light and a reversing light had been smashed. Mr. 
Marshall cursed. Anybody can have an accident, but this 
woman must have known what she'd done and she hadn't 
stopped, just driven away. Before his retirement, the 
year before, Mr. Marshall had been deputy headmaster of 
a comprehensive school. Now he devoutly wished that he 
was still there and that the woman driver had been one 
of his pupils. He would have made sure that it was a 
long time before she felt like sitting down!

Putting such thoughts aside Mr. Marshall drove off. He 
reported what had happened to the police because he 
supposed that if he didn't he would not be able to 
claim on the insurance. The police told him that the 
woman had committed a crime by not stopping after the 
accident and that they would keep a look out for her. 
As he went through his story Mr. Marshall had had an 
idea in his head that the glimpse he had had of the 
woman's face had been familiar, somehow, but he could 
not think how and he said nothing of it.

**

The following day, driving around the town centre, Mr. 
Marshall kept his eyes open for an A registration 
Fiesta with FKM in the number. Almost to his surprise 
he saw one! There it was parked outside Boots in the 
High Street. He parked around the corner and walked 
back to the car. There was no doubt about it, he could 
see the dent in the front bumper and white paint 
scraped off his Volvo. On the off chance Mr. Marshall 
waited, concealing himself in a nearby telephone box.

After about five minutes he was rewarded by the sight 
of an attractive young woman approaching the car. As 
she did so he recognized her. Vivien Forster! She had 
been a pupil at his school in the old days and, 
although he had never caned her, she had had a very 
narrow escape indeed on one occasion. He stepped out 
and confronted her.

As soon as she saw him the 25 year old Vivien knew what 
it was about. She had recognized her former teacher in 
the car park the previous day. But she didn't admit 
anything.

"Hello, Mr. Marshall," she said, "fancy meeting you 
again!"

"Vivien Forster, isn't it? And I think we almost met 
yesterday!"

Ignoring the second part of this speech Viv said 
brightly, "No, it's Booth now - I'm married!" and she 
waved her wedding ring in front of the ex-teacher's 
eyes.

Mr. Marshall did not waste anytime in telling Vivien 
why he had been waiting for her. He told her that he 
had informed the police and that she had committed an 
offence and been completely irresponsible. At the 
mention of the police Vivien quieted down considerably. 
She tried to explain to Mr. Marshall that they didn't 
need to be involved, but he explained that he'd already 
given them what he could remember of her number.

At this point there was a pause. Vivien and Mr. 
Marshall were both remembering the last time they had 
met, ten years earlier. Viv and a friend of hers, 
Shirley Foster, had been sent to him for the cane. 
Shirley had accepted her six strokes stoically enough, 
it had by no means been her first time for the cane, 
but Viv had made such a fuss, bursting into tears and 
absolutely refusing to bend over, that in the end Mr. 
Marshall had let her off with lines and a detention.

Ever since Vivien had been ashamed of her behavior on 
that occasion. All her friends had called her a coward 
and Shirley had never afterwards been so friendly to 
her. Viv had often wondered since what Mr. Marshall's 
cane would have felt like across her bottom but had 
long since realized, with an odd mixture of relief and 
disappointment that she would never know. Now she 
wondered if she could possibly find out and, at the 
same time, achieve her objective of keeping the police 
out of the matter and retaining her clean driving 
license.

And similar thoughts were in Mr. Marshall's mind. 
Vivien had changed considerably from the tearful, 
scrawny fifteen year-old he remembered. She still had 
the same light reddish-brown hair, but now it was 
beautifully styled to delicately encase her softly 
pretty face. Her figure was very attractive and was 
well shown off by her tight lime green skirt and top.

Vivien came out with it first. "I know I've been 
stupid, Mr. Marshall, but couldn't you punish me 
yourself. I bet you kept that old cane, didn't you?"

As it happened Mr. Marshall had. But he was not sure 
how serious Viv really was. "Don't be silly, Vivien. I 
remember when you were sent to me for the cane at 
school! You wouldn't accept a caning even then, so 
don't tell me you would now. And what about your 
husband?"

"I know I'm a coward, but I deserve to be punished and 
I'd rather have a sore bottom than have to stand up in 
court. And I'm sure Andrew won't have any objections. 
He's often said I deserve a good spanking, though he's 
never done anything about it yet."

Mr. Marshall was delighted to agree to the suggestion. 
He gave Vivien his address and told her to be there at 
two o'clock the following Saturday, when his wife would 
be away. He said that she could bring her husband along 
as a witness if she wanted to and warned her that it 
would not just be a caning. First he intended to warm 
up her bottom with a sound slippering and then give her 
a full six of the best. At school all the girls' 
punishments had been over underclothes and he told her 
that he would allow her to wear panties to preserve her 
modesty, but that he expected them to be small ones 
which would not provide excessive protection. If, in 
his view, they were unsuitable he would insist on them 
coming down!

Vivien agreed to everything and they parted, Mr. 
Marshall reminding her that if she didn't keep the 
appointment he would tell the police where to find her.

That Saturday Andrew drove Vivien to Mr. Marshall's 
address. As Viv had expected he was not displeased at 
the news that his wife's former teacher proposed to 
cane her bottom. He loved his wife but he had often 
thought that a good smacked bottom would do her a lot 
of good. He'd never understood how she'd managed to get 
through her time at Ambrose Street School without ever 
getting the cane or even the slipper. And he was rather 
annoyed at the thought that he was going to have to pay 
for the repairs to the Fiesta himself, as they could 
not claim on the insurance.

Viv didn't say anything to Andrew as they drove along. 

She was very worried about what she had let herself in 
for. The caning she had wriggled out of ten years 
earlier would only have been three strokes and now she 
was going to get a full six, and a slippering as well! 
As the car drew to a halt she let out a deep sigh.

"Don't worry, darling!" said Andrew, hugging her 
closely. "It will hurt but it'll all be over then. Be 
brave!" Vivien kissed Andrew back and said, "I'm sorry 
for what I did, love. I deserve what's coming to me, 
and I'll try to be brave and not let you down."

They got out of the car. As they stood on the pavement 
outside Mr. Marshall's house Andrew looked at his wife. 
Sometimes he could not believe his good luck in having 
such a lovely woman for his wife.

She was petite, a little over five foot tall, but with 
a marvelous figure and a pretty face, usually smiling - 
but now, understandably, not - crowned with that 
beautiful curly light reddish-brown hair. Today she was 
wearing a very short black mini-skirt. Andrew had 
advised her to wear this as it would ride up her bottom 
when she bent and thus obviate the need for her to 
remove her skirt. She wore no panty hose or stockings, 
just a pair of very brief black panties.

He took her in his arms and kissed her. As their lips 
met his hands explored lower and lower on Vivien's back 
until they tenderly caressed her about-to-be-caned 
bottom. He felt her squirm away and released her from 
his hug. "Just be brave!" he said. "Really it's no more 
than you should have got years ago!" He knocked on the 
door.

Mr. Marshall opened the door and ushered the two 
youngsters into the front room. Andrew immediately saw 
a large plimsoll placed rather incongruously on the 
coffee table with a cane next to it. This was shorter 
and thinner than the one he remembered from his own 
schooldays, but it still looked capable of imparting a 
wicked sting to naughty bottoms. Viv's eyes had 
followed Andrew's glance. She turned paler as she saw 
the instruments of retribution awaiting her. Andrew 
took hold of her hand.

Mr. Marshall sat down in one of the two armchairs and 
invited Andrew to do likewise. Vivien had to remain 
standing. The former teacher gave the blushing twenty-
five year old a good telling off. Finally he rose. Viv 
was too short to bend over the back of the armchair as 
he had originally intended, so Mr. Marshall instructed 
her to bend over the side of the chair instead. In this 
position, as expected, the short skirt rode up 
completely, exposing her curvy bottom clad only in tiny 
black panties. Nevertheless Mr. Marshall firmly pinned 
it into place with a safety pin to make sure that it 
would stay in place. But he was still not satisfied.

"Come over here, Andrew," he requested, "I want you to 
adjust your wife's underclothing for me!"

Viv was too scared to say anything but Andrew protested 
on her behalf. "Come on Mr. Marshall. Those briefs are 
minuscule! They don't protect her at all!"

But Mr. Marshall was implacable. He wanted to make sure 
that Vivien's punishment really got home to her. So 
Andrew had to give way and pull the briefs tight over 
Viv's tender flesh until they disappeared in her bottom 
cleft. When he had finished her backside was, to all 
intents and purposes, completely bare.

Mr. Marshall addressed Vivien: "You will count each 
whack as it is administered. If you do not do so, or if 
you get up before the final whack, which will be number 
eight, you will receive additional whacks. Do you 
understand?"

The frightened girl nodded her head several times, 
quickly. Mr. Marshall raised the slipper. It fell on to 
the centre of Vivien's left buttock.

WHACK!!

"Oooowww! Oooowww!"

Mr. Marshall had not hit her with as much force as he 
could have, but he was not letting her off lightly 
either. He had brought down the slipper as though she 
had been a naughty senior girl at school sent to him 
for punishment. Vivien's first ever experience of the 
slipper stung, and she yelled out loud. Andrew had to 
nudge before she remembered that she had to count. Then 
she said "One!" in a quavering voice.

Viv's delicate skin reddened quickly and by the time 
the fourth whack had landed both her cheeks were 
completely scarlet and she was in tears. But Mr. 
Marshall did not let up and he continued to spank her 
squirming bottom with full force. Vivien bravely stayed 
in position and counted after each stroke, though 
towards the end the numbers sounded almost like gasps 
of pain.

Finally Mr. Marshall walloped down the last whack, 
cracking it down hard onto the red and tender right 
cheek of Vivien's bottom. Viv yelled once more at the 
sting.

"Aaoow! Eight! Owwwcch! Owww!"

Then the girl stood upright and danced around the room, 
hands clasping her sore bottom, fingers splayed. Mr. 
Marshall watched this performance impassively for a few 
moments. Then he put the gym shoe back down on the 
coffee table and picked up the cane. "Right," he said, 
"let's get started on part two!"

Just at that moment the doorbell rang. Mr. Marshall 
looked shocked. He took the cane and the gym shoe and 
hid them under the settee. Then he went out, closing 
the door to the room. Vivien felt relieved at her 
sudden escape from an imminent caning, but hoped that 
the visitors wouldn't come into the room. She could 
hardly keep her hands away from her sore bottom and she 
knew her face was also bright red. Andrew quickly undid 
the safety pin and Viv smoothed her skirt down with a 
suppressed squeak. Andrew dried her tears with his 
handkerchief and told her that she'd been very brave so 
far.

Then the door opened again and Mr. Marshall appeared, 
followed by a woman in her mid-thirties, who seemed 
very hot and bothered, and a worried looking young girl 
of about thirteen or fourteen. Mr. Marshall made the 
introductions. The woman was his daughter-in-law, 
Margaret, and the young girl was his granddaughter, 
Tina. 

Margaret seemed a bit put out at finding Vivien and 
Andrew, whom Mr. Marshall described as a former pupil 
of his and her husband, in her father's front room. Viv 
tried to hide the fact that she'd just been crying and 
luckily both Margaret and Tina had other things on 
their minds. Mr. Marshall asked his daughter why she 
had called round so unexpectedly.

Obviously still very angry, the red-faced woman 
explained. She had been doing some shopping with her 
daughter and Tina had been very naughty. She had kept 
running off and had constantly asked for things that 
she knew her mother had not got the money to buy. Also 
she had refused to help Margaret to carry any of the 
shopping bags. Finally the harassed mother had warned 
her child that if she didn't start to behave herself 
properly she would take her to her grandfather's house 
on the way home to be punished.

Tina had not taken advantage of this last chance and so 
her mother had carried out her threat. She said "This 
little madam needs a good lesson, dad. If I tell David 
what she's been up to he'll take his slipper to her, 
but he always lets her off too lightly - he thinks 
she's made of glass! I know you'll give her what she 
deserves!"

Mr. Marshall turned to Tina. "Well, young lady! Have 
you anything to say for yourself?"

Tina hung her head. However wild and high-spirited 
she'd been earlier the prospect of imminent and severe 
corporal punishment had left her quiet and subdued.

"I'm sorry, really," she said. "I didn't mean to be so 
silly, but I just couldn't stop. Please don't give me 
the cane - I'll never do it again!"

Mr. Marshall took his granddaughter's chin gently and 
raised her face to his.

"You have been very naughty and you have upset your 
mother," he said quietly, "you deserve to be punished. 
But I won't cane you this time. If you are ever brought 
back to me for being naughty I can assure you that your 
bottom will find out what the cane feels like!"

Margaret seemed about to protest, but Mr. Marshall 
assured her that he wasn't going to let Tina off too 
lightly. He told her to wait a minute and left the 
room.

Andrew thought that he knew why naughty little Tina was 
not going to get the cane. Mr. Marshall probably didn't 
want his daughter-in-law to know that he was punishing 
Viv and his only cane was now hidden under the settee!

When Mr. Marshall left the room Andrew beckoned to 
Vivien and started to walk out of the room. But 
Margaret grabbed hold of him and stopped him.

"Don't go away," she said. "Tina embarrassed me in 
public. It's only fair that she should be punished in 
public!"

Andrew didn't argue. He was not averse to witnessing 
the punishment and wondered what instrument of 
retribution the former teacher would select. Vivien 
felt a tremendous sense of sympathy with the young girl 
- she had behaved much worse at her age and escaped 
unpunished. Also she now knew what the slipper felt 
like and rather suspected that Tina was in for 
something worse.

Mr. Marshall returned. In his hand he held a dark brown 
leather strap about two feet in length. As he held it 
it could be seen that one end was split into two tails 
ten or twelve inches long. "This is what naughty girls 
in Scottish schools are punished with," he said.

He ordered Tina to hold out her hand. When she asked 
him "Which hand?" he said that was up to her. Both 
hands would be strapped but she could choose which 
would get it first! Tina slowly held out her right 
hand, biting her lower lip as she did so. Mr. Marshall 
was not satisfied with its position and made her raise 
it until it was held out at shoulder height. Then he 
held the strap so that it hung over his shoulder down 
the back and brought it down sharply on Tina's 
proffered palm, covering it from almost the wrist right 
to her finger tips.

Tina yelped and jerked her hand away, before shaking it 
wildly in the air. Mr. Marshall allowed her a couple of 
moments and then calmly said "Same hand again, young 
lady!"

The already reddening palm was extended again and the 
naughty girl screwed her eyes tightly shut. Her 
grandfather warned her to hold her hand still, but she 
could not quite keep it steady. He whacked down the 
second stroke with full force and although Tina bravely 
managed to stay silent Andrew saw tears beginning to 
trickle down her cheeks. She put her injured hand in 
front of her face and blew desperately on it to try to 
ease the unbearable stinging.

"Now the other hand!"

Tina's left hand was subjected to similar treatment. 
After it had also felt its two strokes Tina danced 
around with each hand pressed into the opposite armpit, 
crying bitterly. Tina thought that it was all over but 
then, through her pain, she heard her grandfather's 
voice.

"The first hand again!"

Tina could not believe it. She shook her head and 
refused to hold out her throbbing hand again.

"One more on each hand, Tina. Think yourself lucky 
you're not getting the cane!"

Finally the weeping girl tentatively held out her 
strap-marked right hand. Mr. Marshall made sure that it 
received the hardest stroke yet. He didn't seem to use 
a great deal of force, but he gave full weight to the 
swing and made sure that the entire area of Tina's 
little palm was covered. Poor Tina howled like a six 
month old baby and started to sob loudly.

It took almost two minutes before she could be 
persuaded to submit her left hand again for punishment. 
As soon as it was in place Mr. Marshall lashed down the 
last stroke. Tina tried to remove her hand at the last 
minute but the tawse still landed fully along her 
fingers.

Tina whooped like a Red Indian and danced madly about 
the room waving her hands. Viv watched her performance 
in horror. She could scarcely imagine how much Tina had 
been hurt - yet this was supposed to be a light 
punishment compared to the cane! Mr. Marshall put the 
strap down on a coffee table and took his granddaughter 
by the shoulders, holding her still until she quieted 
down a little.

He made her apologies to her mother and, after he 
reminded her that next time it would be the cane, 
Margaret ushered her repentant daughter out, thanking 
her father-in-law gratefully.

After he had closed the front door Mr. Marshall turned 
to Viv. "Right. Back to you then! Let's hope we're not 
interrupted this time!"

He recovered the gym shoe and the cane and told Viv to 
bend over the armchair as she had before. This time, 
however, he asked Andrew to hold her as he did not 
think she would be able to remain in place. The micro 
skirt was once again pinned up but this time Mr. 
Marshall did not bother to adjust Vivien's panties. The 
flimsy material could be no defense against his cane!

He raised the cane and slashed it down violently onto 
Viv's reddened and already tender bottom. The stroke 
fell across the lowest part of the girl's backside, 
both cheeks, just where she would sit down. The 
intensity of the sting exceeded Viv's worse fears. That 
one stroke was worse than the entire slippering! She 
screamed at the top of her voice and, had not Andrew 
held her firmly, would have jumped to her feet. Mr. 
Marshall hardly gave her time to recover at all when he 
whipped down the cane for the next stroke - which 
lashed down on the very same place.

Viv howled to wake the dead, and she continued to howl, 
held in her husband's strong grip. This time Mr. 
Marshall waited fully half a minute, watching the poor 
girl's writhings and wrigglings with a practiced look. 
Then he brought down the next stroke. And this time he 
used all his strength and experience to deliver a 
viciously hard one. It landed parallel to the first two 
strokes and just a quarter of an inch above them - 
close enough, he knew, for the wheals to eventually 
merge. Viv screamed in sheer agony, she had never ever 
imagined the cane could hurt as much as this.

Over and over again she frantically begged Mr. Marshall 
to stop and Andrew to release her. The former teacher 
had no intention of letting this naughty young lady off 
with anything less than the caning she richly deserved 
and which she had herself agreed to as fair. But Andrew 
could hardly bear to hold his lovely little Vivien down 
like this while the cane lashed down time and again 
across that soft bottom whose curves he had so often 
caressed. Each time that wicked cane flashed down and 
he felt Viv's agonized reaction it was as if it was 
landing across his own backside.

But he knew that his wife had behaved very badly and 
had chosen to be caned in preference to an even worse 
alternative. He had known that the cane would be an 
awful experience for her - humiliating and agonizing. 
He had warned her, but she had decided to go ahead. But 
she had always been a coward where physical pain was 
concerned. Also Mr. Marshall was not being deliberately 
cruel, it was Viv's reaction and not the punishment 
itself which was disproportionate. Andrew still clearly 
remembered his own canings at school - compared to some 
of these Viv was getting off very lightly. So he 
hardened his heart and tightened his grip on his 
struggling wife.

Because of Vivien's anguished writhings the fourth 
stroke landed some way below the marks left by the 
cane's first visits, across her scissoring thighs. Mr. 
Marshall saw that the very tip of the cane landed 
halfway across the girl's right thigh, biting deeply 
in. He knew that the bruise produced by this would take 
even longer to fade.

Vivien was yelling continuously now and desperately 
struggling to get free. Mr. Marshall nodded 
approvingly. He was glad to see that he was getting 
through to this silly and selfish young lady. He walked 
slightly along the side of the chair and delivered the 
next stroke at an angle so as to diagonally cross the 
earlier welts.

Vivien's body bounced up and down over the armchair and 
she wriggled in absolute anguish, actually shocked into 
silence by the unbelievable pain. She had imagined that 
the earlier strokes had been the worst the cane could 
do, but this was an entire quantum jump worse as the 
earlier wheals were reactivated by the crossing stroke. 
Mr. Marshall studied the young woman's cane-marked 
bottom for a few moments and then calmly walked back 
before releasing the final stroke across the opposite 
diagonal.

"AAAGGH! OWWW! OWWWW!! OWW!! AAOOWW!!"

Vivien recovered her voice and screamed out in agony, 
hardly knowing if her caning was over or not. At a 
signal from Mr. Marshall her husband released his hold 
and she fell wriggling to the floor howling and 
clutching at her blazing posterior.

Mr. Marshall picked up the gym shoe and strap and left 
the room to return them and the cane to their usual 
places. Andrew came round and knelt by his pretty wife 
to try to comfort her.

Mr. Marshall did not return for about ten minutes, to 
give Viv some time to recover herself. By the time he 
came back she was standing up, rather unsteadily, and 
had stopped yelling, although tears still flowed 
copiously from her eyes and her hands were clasped 
under her short skirt, which Andrew had unpinned, 
pressing carefully against her weal marked bottom.

Mr. Marshall told her that so far as he was concerned 
that was the end of the matter. Vivien had received the 
punishment she deserved. He said he thought that if 
she'd had the cane at school as she should have done 
then that day's events might not have been necessary. 
He offered them both a cup of tea but Andrew said that 
they'd rather be on their way. As Vivien stumbled her 
painful way out, tightly held in Andrew's arms, Mr. 
Marshall noticed cane marks clearly visible below her 
short black skirt.

The couple did not exchange a word on the drive home 
and the young woman had an exceedingly painful journey, 
trying to keep her bottom out of contact with the car 
seat. She tried to be brave and not to make a 
ridiculous fuss, but she could not stop crying, nor 
restrain several sharp gasps.

As soon as they got home Andrew dashed out of the car 
and opened the front door. Then he came back to the car 
to help Vivien in. Once in he said, "Come on, love, 
we'll just go upstairs now. You'll soon feel better!"

He held her tenderly, but the walk upstairs was still 
excruciatingly painful. In their bedroom Andrew helped 
Viv to undress. Last of all she carefully drew her tiny 
panties off over her weald and swollen bottom.

Andrew told her to lie face down on the bed. Despite 
the fact that he had known what to expect the sight of 
his wife's weald bottom still shocked him. He had told 
Vivien what he intended to do next and they had 
prepared in advance. He took a handkerchief from a 
bucket of iced water, wrung it out slightly, and then 
placed it very gently on Vivien's left buttock. She 
gasped at the sudden cold, but felt the relief 
immediately. Andrew placed three more cold hankies on 
his wife's bottom, two on each cheek, one pulled down 
to cover the upper thigh. He felt happier when he 
couldn't see those awful marks any longer.

Next Andrew switched on an electric fan, directed to 
blow a cold breeze onto Viv's bottom. "I'll leave you 
alone for a bit now, love," he said tactfully, "you'll 
soon feel a lot better."

After about an hour he went back upstairs, taking a jar 
of soothing cream with him. Viv was feeling much better 
now. She was still in pain but the initial intense 
sting had faded and the throbbing was becoming more 
bearable. As arranged Andrew gently peeled off the 
handkerchiefs. He noticed, with some respect for Mr. 
Marshall's skill, that there was no blood on any of 
them.

Vivien's bottom was nearly dry but Andrew carefully 
used tissues to absorb the remaining moisture. He could 
feel the heat still strongly radiating from her 
punished cheeks. He used the cream, applying it as 
tenderly and carefully as he could. He felt the erotic 
charge of the events to the full but felt ashamed of 
his erection while his wife was still hurting. Her 
cries of pain as he gently applied the cream went to 
his heart. Then he kissed her lovingly on her head and 
left her recovering in her pain and shame.

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
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