SSC   The Parking Ticket   Adult

Sarah knew what to expect when she got home from work.
 Her father had telephoned her to say that another
parking ticket had arrived.  That meant a caning
tonight.

They had discussed together what a problem it was.
What with her father being out of work, and Sarah at
19 only earning an office junior's wage, the cost of
these tickets was really eating in to the budget.  At
one time they were arriving at the rate of three a
week.

Her father had decided that discipline was the only
answer.  The first ticket would earn 12 hard strokes
of the cane.  Then 15 strokes for the next ticket, and
then 18 strokes. It would revert to 12 if no tickets
arrived for a month.

Her father said he would get everything ready, and she
agreed to come straight home after work.

She entered the house, and went in to the kitchen. 
The ticket was on the table, and a sheet of paper with
the number 21 on it.  That was the number of strokes
earned.

Sarah went upstairs and in to the spare bedroom.  The
bar stool was placed in front of the mirrored
cupboard.  She remembered how often she had bent over
that stool as a child.  She had been a bit of a tom
boy.  She was always getting in to trouble.  Her
father would tell her to bend over the stool and he
would thrash her with his belt.  She would have to
look in the mirror and see each stroke as it hit her. 
It had been the punishment stool ever since, and her
father insisted on using it now.

She saw the cane laid out on the bed.  It was wicked,
slim and flexible.  

She took a deep breath and went in to her fathers
bedroom. He was sitting on the bed, obviously waiting
for her.

'I am ready' she said to her father.

He followed her in to the spare bedroom. Sarah turned
to face him.

Her father went over to the bed and picked up the
cane.  He swished it a couple of times, and looked
over to Sarah.

'This must hurt, you know that Sarah don't you?' he
said.

'I know father, and it will.' She said in a severe
voice. 'Father, we agreed you would address me as Miss
when I discipline you.'

'Sorry, yes Miss' he said.

With that he went over to the stool.  He lowered his
trousers to his ankles and his pants to his knees, and
then bent over the stool, his bare bottom offering an
easy target.

Sarah stood to the side, and tapped his bottom a
couple of times with the cane.

'You know father, I might not drive myself, but I
really don't understand why you can't just park in a
permitted space.'

'I know Miss, and I am very sorry Miss.'

'I wonder, father, I really do wonder. Now, watch in
the mirror. Think about parking properly in future.'  

SWISH.