Bend Over Alison - Part 2
Mother Try it Out


By
The Disciplinarian

'Does your daughter need firm discipline? If so then contact Madame Le Clerc on Telephone 123 456 7890 or write to the address shown below.'
This was the advertisement which had brought Madame le Clerc to our house, originally to discipline my daughter Alison but also as I discovered to discipline me. I had found the experience both painful and stimulating as I discovered that the cane has a power beyond the pain and produces sensations which explored my sexuality. Feelings which had been dormant following my divorce now thrust themselves into my consciousness and I was eager to find out more.
The day I had been caned I had felt the soreness of the strokes as I had sat down at work but it had also left me in a turmoil. I wondered what Alison though as she sat in her desk at school. Would she be bitter or would she accept that she needed help with her work and Madame Le Clerc would offer it as well as punishment when she transgressed.

I was first home that evening and was preparing dinner when Alison arrived.
"Hello mum. What's for dinner tonight."
When I told her she casually asked;
"By the way is Madame coming back this evening as I need help with my homework?" I said that she was and Alison seemed pleased.
Madame returned and we had dinner together, the first time Alison had sat at a table for weeks. Madame then said she would inspect Alison's room to see whether there had ben any improvement and Alison gasped as she knew that she had not tidied up since she arrived home.
Madame returned to the lounge with her cane clearly visible and told Alison that it was still unsatisfactory and she would remind her.
"Remove your clothes and go and stand in the corner until I am ready for you. I wish to finish my coffee in peace before dealing with a disobedient girl." Alison took off her blouse and skirt and then slowly her knickers came down followed by her brassiere until she was quite naked. She slowly walked over to the corner and stood facing the wall. I looked at her bum and could see that the marks of last evening had almost disappeared.
"Now young lady across the end of the sofa please. You will receive six strokes for the untidy room and another six for disobedience. I warned you last night that ANY disobedience would call for extra strokes."
Alison took up her position and I watched as Madame prepared herself. "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!" the cane sizzled down etching a like across both cheeks. Alison had learned her lesson last night and said "One, Madame". "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!" the first line was burned in red across her bum as the second stoke fell. "Two, Madame". "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", one by one the strokes landed each leaving its own personal marks as the count mounted until "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!". "Twelve, Madame". She stood up with relief after the last stroke and Madame told her: "In future you will say 'Thank you Madame for the punishment which I deserved' when you have been punished. You can start now."
Alison hesitated and then said "Thank you Madame for the punishment which I deserved."
Madame sent her to her room to get dressed and then return with her homework. While she was away she explained that for the next few days she would be putting more and more pressure on Alison and not to worry as this was the way to restore her stability.
Alison returned with her homework and for the next two hours they sat with their heads together working on her books. We then had dinner before Alison retired to her room to listen to her CDs before going to sleep.
Madame turned to me and asked if I had recovered from our session this morning. I felt my bum which was still sore but admitted that I had felt relaxed after it. Madame smiled and stood up saying good night. I went to my room and after undressing inspected my bum in the pier mirror on my tallboy. I saw that I had overestimated the damage caused by the caning this morning as, although the cheeks were red there were few other marks showing. I had a bath and retired for the night.
Alison left early for school the next morning as her class were on a day trip to France. Madame and I finished a leisurely breakfast before Madame stood up:
"It is time for your next session. Remember that much of the fault for Alison's behaviour rests with you and one session is not enough to atone for your failure. Today we will push your limits further. Go to your room and remove your clothes. Return and bend over the end of the sofa.
I did as I was told and as I lowered my knickers I felt the soft cheeks of my bum and knew that they would feel different after the next half hour. I walked back in and took up my position stretching over the end of the sofa. I could feel my thigh muscles tightening and flexing as I waited. I saw Madame pick up the cane and move to my side. This one looked heavier than the one she had used on Alison and I knew that I was in for a painful time. I grasped the cushions on the sofa and prepared myself.
"WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", there was a thud and a searing pain launched itself through my body with the shock of the cane falling. This was harder than before. "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", only the second and the pain was already greater than the whole session yesterday. "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", my bum was on fire and jets of pain coursed through my body but I knew that I had a lot more to come. I also understood that it was no good asking for mercy. "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", the cane rose and fell each stroke driving my body into the arm of the sofa. As before as the pain level rose so did the erotic drive with my pubic area rubbing against the covers stimulating me towards orgasm. "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", I knew it was more than twelve but had lost count - eighteen , twenty four and still the cane thrashed down "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!" came the final two with extra whip and force making me cry out with the exquisite agony as they drove across weals which were already swelling. I sobbed with pain and relief as the punishment finished. I knew that it was deserved and accepted it without complaint. I also knew that this was only the second of many sessions before I had finally purged my poor motherhood. I also knew that I urgently need the relief of my dildo so thanking Madame I went into my room where, taking the dildo from the drawer, I thrust it high inside me as it slipped easily through the wet lips. I was still standing - the pain in my bum was too great for me to lay back. Filled with the large rubber penis I urgently moved it backwards and forwards with the warmth oozing through my body and into my belly and thighs. Soon I was ready to come and, with a final thrust, I cried out as I bucked and writhed on the bed in my ecstasy while the spend surged down my vagina covering my thighs and legs. I eased the wet dildo out and lay face down on the bed while I tried to compose my thoughts.
I could not put the picture together yet. I had enjoyed watching Alison being spanked and caned and yet I had enjoyed being caned even more myself. It was as though a new me had been waiting for this moment and, in Madame, I had found a perfect mentor. The cane was pain but it was also exquisite pleasure while under its lash and with the after relief I gave myself. How far could I go along this path without sex to go with it. Was I to spend the next years looking for the opportunity to be thrashed by a woman or would I also find the same satisfaction in being beaten by a man and then taken in my agony? These were questions which were too profound for me at present and I decided to accept everything and, as the saying is, 'go with the flow'!
I was not working today and so had time to gather myself. Before bathing I looked at my ravaged bum and was shocked at what I saw. The whole surface was a mass of dark bruises which swelled up and looked like ridges and furrows. I knew that Madame had pushed me but had not understood how far she had taken me along the road of flagellation. As I touched the weals I wondered what she would do next - and when.
Over the next few days our family life settled into a routine with Madame chastising Melanie as her misdemeanors came to light and Melanie becoming more and more settled. The spanking and the cane had certainly brought her to her senses as well as the help she received in her homework. I had received no further cane strokes and my bottom was now returning to its normal white condition with just a few marks left as a reminder. Our final flare up and crisis came when Melanie arrived home announcing that she was going to an all night party that weekend and would not be home until Sunday lunchtime. I put my foot down and we had strong words while Madame listened calmly. She then clapped her hands:
"This has got to stop and I am going deal with you both. Melanie you had no right to be abusive to your mother and your mother should think before she puts restrictions on a girl of eighteen. You both deserve punishing and will both receive the cane. Now retire to your own rooms and undress returning when you are naked. Please understand that your bottoms will suffer for this behaviour. Now go and I expect you back ready within FIVE minutes!".
We were both shocked and looked at each other before retiring and undressing. We had not been naked in each other's presence for several years and when we came out I looked at Melanie with new eyes. I had always treated her as a schoolgirl but now I saw a beautiful young lady tall and slim with full firm breasts and a well covered pubic area. Her legs were slim but well formed although her bum was not yet full and fleshy with maturity. I fact her whole carriage showed that she was confident in her youth. She looked at me and I hoped that she saw a woman who was mature but not run to seed. We stood together in front of Madame.
"As I said ladies I am tired of your constant bickering and feel that the only way is to deal with you both equally. Melanie this will be your hardest caning and your mother will also find that this searches her limits. I shall give you each twelve strokes at a time and then the recipient will stand facing us with hands on heads while I deal with the other. I shall not tolerate any crying out or moving from your position and in these circumstances the strokes will not count. Madam step forward , Melanie to the corner. I walked over to the sofa and took my place bent over the end. I wondered what Melanie was thinking seeing her mother in this position but did not have long to think before "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", the cane lashed home sinking into my buttocks as though it would never escape. The pain seared through me and I remembered the session a few days ago and was sure that this would be similar "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!". That one had really hurt and I could tell that Madame was angry and that my bum would suffer. "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", the cane strokes fell like rain "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", I decided to shut myself off from the pain and tried to think pleasanter thoughts - in fact I was surprised when I felt a tap and was told to stand. I stood up and moved to the corner. I wanted to massage my bum but knew that this was not allowed. I watched as Melanie walked to the sofa. I knew that nothing would have prepared her for what she was to receive..
One tap and then"WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", a fierce stroke which set the standard. Melanie gasped with the pain but settled for more "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!". I watched the cane sink home leaving its telltale white lines and saw them turn red "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!",. As the cane seared her bum through my own ache I could feel the pain she must be suffering. "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", At last the first twelve were finished and Melanie stood up. She walked stiffly over to the corner glancing at me as she passed and with a small smile on her face. Now it was my turn again and I stepped forwards.
I was not in such terror now as I had found my own way to cope with the cane and "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", as the first of the next dozen fell I was rubbing my pussy against the sofa and driving myself into that warm cocoon I had discovered at my last caning. "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", although they fell on cane marks already present I was able to accept them and when told to stand up although sore and with a throbbing bum I knew that when the next time came I would be ready. For Melanie it was different as this was the hardest she had been caned and I could tell, as I watched the cane rising and falling, that she was now feeling some distress and I also saw that Madame was aware of this. Although she still caned with apparently the same force there was a draw in her strokes which made their power less potent. When she had finished Melanie was sobbing with the pain and the weals across both bum cheeks were scarred with purple lines which swelled by the minute. But now Madame called me forward again:
"Madam, as I explained to you much of the fault for Melanin's indiscipline rest with you and you will therefore receive a final dozen as a reminder that you are responsible for the upbringing of your child and therefore the responsibility for failure rest with you. Melanie you will watch and I hope you will feel guilty at the pain your mother is receiving because of your behaviour. Into position please Madam
I took up my place again with my sore aching bum exposed to her cane. I knew that Melanie could see how sore I was and I hoped that she would feel sympathy. I had not long to wait before "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", the cane landed scorching across previous marks and adding to the pain. I settled down and tried to think beyond the moment. Somehow even while being caned I seemed to enjoy it and although each stroke in itself was painful I was always eagerly waiting for the next one."WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", Madame was not intending to letup on my punishment and stroke by stroke the cane added to my discomfort until with a final flourish she called "Thirty six" and "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", and it fell. Was it relief I felt? I didn't know but I knew that after comforting Melanie my next port of call was my bedroom and the dildo.
I stood up and stiffly moved over to Madame:
"Thank you Madame on behalf of Melanie and myself. I know that I deserved the punishment and I will try to do better in the future."
Melanie rushed towards me and put her arms around me sobbing as she did so:
"Oh Mum, I am so sorry that you went through all of this because I have ben a spoiled brat. I promise I will change."
I smiled and hugged her before we both retired to our rooms and I could give myself the relief I so urgently needed.
In the end I agreed that Melanie could go to her night out. I was sure that her bum would NOT be on display that night!
When we were on our own having coffee after dinner Madame looked at me pensively:
"Madam, I don't know if I am doing the right thing but I belong to a rather specialized club. It offers spanking to its clients and watching the way you progressed as I pushed you farther and farther I feel that you might be interested in visiting to see if you would be interested in joining. You do understand that I must have your absolute assurance of confidentiality before I can take you there. Now you daughter hopes to make some late or all night visits then this may be an opportunity for you. I cannot promise that you will enjoy it but my feeling is that you will. I also suggest that it will offer more than the dildo you use after our sessions. Please don't protest the effect of caning is the same for most of us. Think about it overnight and give me your decision tomorrow as we have a meeting next week."
At that she stood up and said "Goodnight"
I went to bed myself with my mind in a whirl. I knew after the last few weeks that I enjoyed the cane and the erotic feelings it engendered were relieved by my dildo, albeit rather unsatisfactory. I had not had sex since my divorce and had been looking for a chance to enjoy it without strings. A private club might satisfy both sides of my needs. I turned over to sleep with the firm intention of joining Madame Le Clerc.

<'Does your daughter need firm discipline? If so then contact Madame Le Clerc on Telephone 123 456 7890 or write to the address shown below.'
This was the advertisement which had brought Madame le Clerc to our house, originally to discipline my daughter Alison but also as I discovered to discipline me. I had found the experience both painful and stimulating as I discovered that the cane has a power beyond the pain and produces sensations which explored my sexuality. Feelings which had been dormant following my divorce now thrust themselves into my consciousness and I was eager to find out more.
The day I had been caned I had felt the soreness of the strokes as I had sat down at work but it had also left me in a turmoil. I wondered what Alison though as she sat in her desk at school. Would she be bitter or would she accept that she needed help with her work and Madame Le Clerc would offer it as well as punishment when she transgressed.
I was first home that evening and was preparing dinner when Alison arrived.
"Hello mum. What's for dinner tonight."
When I told her she casually asked;
"By the way is Madame coming back this evening as I need help with my homework?" I said that she was and Alison seemed pleased.
Madame returned and we had dinner together, the first time Alison had sat at a table for weeks. Madame then said she would inspect Alison's room to see whether there had ben any improvement and Alison gasped as she knew that she had not tidied up since she arrived home.
Madame returned to the lounge with her cane clearly visible and told Alison that it was still unsatisfactory and she would remind her.
"Remove your clothes and go and stand in the corner until I am ready for you. I wish to finish my coffee in peace before dealing with a disobedient girl." Alison took off her blouse and skirt and then slowly her knickers came down followed by her brassiere until she was quite naked. She slowly walked over to the corner and stood facing the wall. I looked at her bum and could see that the marks of last evening had almost disappeared.
"Now young lady across the end of the sofa please. You will receive six strokes for the untidy room and another six for disobedience. I warned you last night that ANY disobedience would call for extra strokes."
Alison took up her position and I watched as Madame prepared herself. "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!" the cane sizzled down etching a like across both cheeks. Alison had learned her lesson last night and said "One, Madame". "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!" the first line was burned in red across her bum as the second stoke fell. "Two, Madame". "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", one by one the strokes landed each leaving its own personal marks as the count mounted until "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!". "Twelve, Madame". She stood up with relief after the last stroke and Madame told her: "In future you will say 'Thank you Madame for the punishment which I deserved' when you have been punished. You can start now."
Alison hesitated and then said "Thank you Madame for the punishment which I deserved."
Madame sent her to her room to get dressed and then return with her homework. While she was away she explained that for the next few days she would be putting more and more pressure on Alison and not to worry as this was the way to restore her stability.
Alison returned with her homework and for the next two hours they sat with their heads together working on her books. We then had dinner before Alison retired to her room to listen to her CDs before going to sleep.
Madame turned to me and asked if I had recovered from our session this morning. I felt my bum which was still sore but admitted that I had felt relaxed after it. Madame smiled and stood up saying good night. I went to my room and after undressing inspected my bum in the pier mirror on my tallboy. I saw that I had overestimated the damage caused by the caning this morning as, although the cheeks were red there were few other marks showing. I had a bath and retired for the night.
Alison left early for school the next morning as her class were on a day trip to France. Madame and I finished a leisurely breakfast before Madame stood up:
"It is time for your next session. Remember that much of the fault for Alison's behaviour rests with you and one session is not enough to atone for your failure. Today we will push your limits further. Go to your room and remove your clothes. Return and bend over the end of the sofa.
I did as I was told and as I lowered my knickers I felt the soft cheeks of my bum and knew that they would feel different after the next half hour. I walked back in and took up my position stretching over the end of the sofa. I could feel my thigh muscles tightening and flexing as I waited. I saw Madame pick up the cane and move to my side. This one looked heavier than the one she had used on Alison and I knew that I was in for a painful time. I grasped the cushions on the sofa and prepared myself.
"WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", there was a thud and a searing pain launched itself through my body with the shock of the cane falling. This was harder than before. "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", only the second and the pain was already greater than the whole session yesterday. "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", my bum was on fire and jets of pain coursed through my body but I knew that I had a lot more to come. I also understood that it was no good asking for mercy. "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", the cane rose and fell each stroke driving my body into the arm of the sofa. As before as the pain level rose so did the erotic drive with my pubic area rubbing against the covers stimulating me towards orgasm. "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", I knew it was more than twelve but had lost count - eighteen , twenty four and still the cane thrashed down "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!" came the final two with extra whip and force making me cry out with the exquisite agony as they drove across weals which were already swelling. I sobbed with pain and relief as the punishment finished. I knew that it was deserved and accepted it without complaint. I also knew that this was only the second of many sessions before I had finally purged my poor motherhood. I also knew that I urgently need the relief of my dildo so thanking Madame I went into my room where, taking the dildo from the drawer, I thrust it high inside me as it slipped easily through the wet lips. I was still standing - the pain in my bum was too great for me to lay back. Filled with the large rubber penis I urgently moved it backwards and forwards with the warmth oozing through my body and into my belly and thighs. Soon I was ready to come and, with a final thrust, I cried out as I bucked and writhed on the bed in my ecstasy while the spend surged down my vagina covering my thighs and legs. I eased the wet dildo out and lay face down on the bed while I tried to compose my thoughts.
I could not put the picture together yet. I had enjoyed watching Alison being spanked and caned and yet I had enjoyed being caned even more myself. It was as though a new me had been waiting for this moment and, in Madame, I had found a perfect mentor. The cane was pain but it was also exquisite pleasure while under its lash and with the after relief I gave myself. How far could I go along this path without sex to go with it. Was I to spend the next years looking for the opportunity to be thrashed by a woman or would I also find the same satisfaction in being beaten by a man and then taken in my agony? These were questions which were too profound for me at present and I decided to accept everything and, as the saying is, 'go with the flow'!
I was not working today and so had time to gather myself. Before bathing I looked at my ravaged bum and was shocked at what I saw. The whole surface was a mass of dark bruises which swelled up and looked like ridges and furrows. I knew that Madame had pushed me but had not understood how far she had taken me along the road of flagellation. As I touched the weals I wondered what she would do next - and when.
Over the next few days our family life settled into a routine with Madame chastising Melanie as her misdemeanors came to light and Melanie becoming more and more settled. The spanking and the cane had certainly brought her to her senses as well as the help she received in her homework. I had received no further cane strokes and my bottom was now returning to its normal white condition with just a few marks left as a reminder. Our final flare up and crisis came when Melanie arrived home announcing that she was going to an all night party that weekend and would not be home until Sunday lunchtime. I put my foot down and we had strong words while Madame listened calmly. She then clapped her hands:
"This has got to stop and I am going deal with you both. Melanie you had no right to be abusive to your mother and your mother should think before she puts restrictions on a girl of eighteen. You both deserve punishing and will both receive the cane. Now retire to your own rooms and undress returning when you are naked. Please understand that your bottoms will suffer for this behaviour. Now go and I expect you back ready within FIVE minutes!".
We were both shocked and looked at each other before retiring and undressing. We had not been naked in each other's presence for several years and when we came out I looked at Melanie with new eyes. I had always treated her as a schoolgirl but now I saw a beautiful young lady tall and slim with full firm breasts and a well covered pubic area. Her legs were slim but well formed although her bum was not yet full and fleshy with maturity. I fact her whole carriage showed that she was confident in her youth. She looked at me and I hoped that she saw a woman who was mature but not run to seed. We stood together in front of Madame.
"As I said ladies I am tired of your constant bickering and feel that the only way is to deal with you both equally. Melanie this will be your hardest caning and your mother will also find that this searches her limits. I shall give you each twelve strokes at a time and then the recipient will stand facing us with hands on heads while I deal with the other. I shall not tolerate any crying out or moving from your position and in these circumstances the strokes will not count. Madam step forward , Melanie to the corner. I walked over to the sofa and took my place bent over the end. I wondered what Melanie was thinking seeing her mother in this position but did not have long to think before "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", the cane lashed home sinking into my buttocks as though it would never escape. The pain seared through me and I remembered the session a few days ago and was sure that this would be similar "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!". That one had really hurt and I could tell that Madame was angry and that my bum would suffer. "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", the cane strokes fell like rain "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", I decided to shut myself off from the pain and tried to think pleasanter thoughts - in fact I was surprised when I felt a tap and was told to stand. I stood up and moved to the corner. I wanted to massage my bum but knew that this was not allowed. I watched as Melanie walked to the sofa. I knew that nothing would have prepared her for what she was to receive..
One tap and then"WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", a fierce stroke which set the standard. Melanie gasped with the pain but settled for more "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!". I watched the cane sink home leaving its telltale white lines and saw them turn red "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!",. As the cane seared her bum through my own ache I could feel the pain she must be suffering. "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", At last the first twelve were finished and Melanie stood up. She walked stiffly over to the corner glancing at me as she passed and with a small smile on her face. Now it was my turn again and I stepped forwards.
I was not in such terror now as I had found my own way to cope with the cane and "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", as the first of the next dozen fell I was rubbing my pussy against the sofa and driving myself into that warm cocoon I had discovered at my last caning. "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", although they fell on cane marks already present I was able to accept them and when told to stand up although sore and with a throbbing bum I knew that when the next time came I would be ready. For Melanie it was different as this was the hardest she had been caned and I could tell, as I watched the cane rising and falling, that she was now feeling some distress and I also saw that Madame was aware of this. Although she still caned with apparently the same force there was a draw in her strokes which made their power less potent. When she had finished Melanie was sobbing with the pain and the weals across both bum cheeks were scarred with purple lines which swelled by the minute. But now Madame called me forward again:
"Madam, as I explained to you much of the fault for Melanin's indiscipline rest with you and you will therefore receive a final dozen as a reminder that you are responsible for the upbringing of your child and therefore the responsibility for failure rest with you. Melanie you will watch and I hope you will feel guilty at the pain your mother is receiving because of your behaviour. Into position please Madam
I took up my place again with my sore aching bum exposed to her cane. I knew that Melanie could see how sore I was and I hoped that she would feel sympathy. I had not long to wait before "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", the cane landed scorching across previous marks and adding to the pain. I settled down and tried to think beyond the moment. Somehow even while being caned I seemed to enjoy it and although each stroke in itself was painful I was always eagerly waiting for the next one."WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", Madame was not intending to letup on my punishment and stroke by stroke the cane added to my discomfort until with a final flourish she called "Thirty six" and "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", and it fell. Was it relief I felt? I didn't know but I knew that after comforting Melanie my next port of call was my bedroom and the dildo.
I stood up and stiffly moved over to Madame:
"Thank you Madame on behalf of Melanie and myself. I know that I deserved the punishment and I will try to do better in the future."
Melanie rushed towards me and put her arms around me sobbing as she did so:
"Oh Mum, I am so sorry that you went through all of this because I have ben a spoiled brat. I promise I will change."
I smiled and hugged her before we both retired to our rooms and I could give myself the relief I so urgently needed.
In the end I agreed that Melanie could go to her night out. I was sure that her bum would NOT be on display that night!
When we were on our own having coffee after dinner Madame looked at me pensively:
"Madam, I don't know if I am doing the right thing but I belong to a rather specialized club. It offers spanking to its clients and watching the way you progressed as I pushed you farther and farther I feel that you might be interested in visiting to see if you would be interested in joining. You do understand that I must have your absolute assurance of confidentiality before I can take you there. Now you daughter hopes to make some late or all night visits then this may be an opportunity for you. I cannot promise that you will enjoy it but my feeling is that you will. I also suggest that it will offer more than the dildo you use after our sessions. Please don't protest the effect of caning is the same for most of us. Think about it overnight and give me your decision tomorrow as we have a meeting next week."
At that she stood up and said "Goodnight"
I went to bed myself with my mind in a whirl. I knew after the last few weeks that I enjoyed the cane and the erotic feelings it engendered were relieved by my dildo, albeit rather unsatisfactory. I had not had sex since my divorce and had been looking for a chance to enjoy it without strings. A private club might satisfy both sides of my needs. I turned over to sleep with the firm intention of joining Madame Le Clerc.

Join Melanie's mother at the club with Madame Le Clerc in the next part of the story