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Domestic Discipline 3
(Author Unknown)
Chapter One
The cane cut through the air and landed with an admirably meaty thwack across the centre of Gita's naked buttocks. Gita jerked her head, her eyes clamped shut, her face contorted in a grimace of pain and wailed anew at the lance of agony; her keening lament a fitting accompaniment to the solid impact of the cane. Gerhard nodded in deep satisfaction, extremely gratified that his instructions were being carried out to the letter. He regarded Gita's face with the same sense of satisfaction as she absorbed the latest outrage to her tormented rear. It was a face of abject misery; diffused deep pink in humiliation and pain, with her lower lip quivering and tears trickling from the corner of her eyes. Gerhard had instructed her to keep her head up and to face him as she'd bent over the back of the chair for the cane, the better to observe her expression as she did so. He was pleased that he had ordered her to do this. It was not normally something he had the chance to watch so closely at his leisure. He was normally stood to the side and slightly behind her on these occasions. But this was not a normal occasion.
It was not that there was anything abnormal about Gita finding herself on the receiving end of the cane in the Handler household. Indeed it could be said that that it was a frequent, even routine, matter. Gita was Gerhard's mother in law and, as a resident in his household, subject to the same regime of domestic discipline as Elke, his wife. Gerhard made it a point to have both women caned on a regular basis whether their conduct had merited it or not. It was simply a matter of prudent domestic maintenance as far as Gerhard was concerned. One could not sustain a position of authority and mastery over a house inhabited by two such unruly women without regular recourse to a length of rattan cane in his opinion. Why there would be anarchy in no time. If you wanted meek compliance and subservient obedience then you made sure that the women in your life were disciplined soundly and frequently. Such a policy not only promoted domestic tranquillity and harmony but was also very agreeable. There was nothing, in Gerhard's view, quite as pleasing as the meeting between a good sound cane and a shapely and deserving female bottom.
Nevertheless, while the spectacle of Gita bending over a chair, with her skirt off and her knickers down, was common enough in the Handler household, there was an added refinement in this instance; an innovative variation giving a new piquancy to the familiar scene that was most unusual and oddly thrilling. This was due to the fact that, unprecedentedly, it was not Gerhard wielding the cane now searing across his mother in law's burning buttocks. Instead, for the first time, the person now lifting the cane high above the trembling cheeks was Elke, Gerhard's wife and, of course, Gita's own daughter.
It was perhaps inevitable that two women under one roof would lead to petty squabbles and disputes. Gerhard had long been accustomed to being cast as arbitrator in such moments of minor domestic crisis. Naturally, he had early established a policy of retribution for the disruption to the domestic peace. If he were to conclude that one of the women was at fault in the argument then that woman would be ordered to fetch the cane from the cupboard in his study and then present herself for punishment. Of course, as often as not, he would decide that both women bore some brunt of the responsibility for the dispute and he would thus cane the pair of them. On the occasions when he could squarely lay the blame on just one of them, however, he had made it the practice that the other be present to witness her punishment. It added to the humiliation most delightfully and it was this that had given him a new idea.
The previous month he had returned home from a gruelling day at the office to find the house in turmoil and a monumental row flaring up between his wife and her mother. Elke had, on a whim, decided to take the spare car and drive off to town for a day's shopping. This had deeply offended Gita who had needed the car for some important errands of her own and which she was now unable to fulfil. Now there was no doubt whatsoever that Elke had been in the wrong. Gita had informed her at breakfast that she needed the car that day and Elke had either forgotten or chosen to ignore the fact. There was, however, a certain degree of reproach, implicit in the dispute, regarding Gerhard as well. He had been aware that they needed a third car for some time before this but he'd been procrastinating over obtaining one. The incident had underlined his failure to deal with the matter and, with the business booming currently, his protestations over the expense of a third automobile had sounded increasingly hollow. Guilt, therefore, had fuelled his irritation.
It was then that he'd had his idea. Feeling slightly uncomfortable about disciplining his wife over a dispute that would never have occurred had he attended to his responsibility to ensure adequate household transportation, he had pompously declared that it was matter that the two women should sort out between themselves. He had therefore ordered Elke to fetch the cane but, instead of taking it himself, had then commanded her to hand it to her mother. Gita had taken the cane in bewilderment as he had ordered Elke to step out of her skirt, lower her knickers to her knees and bend over to touch her toes. With Elke suitably presented, he had ordered Gita to administer thirty hard strokes to her daughter's bare behind.
Gita had blustered and protested but Gerhard had been adamant. If she refused to comply, he had informed her, then he would cane Elke himself and he would make it fifty strokes to boot. Furthermore, once he had caned his wife, he would administer the same to Gita as well. Faced with this unappetising prospect, Gita had had no option but to obey her instructions. Biting her lip in concentration, she had raised the cane and struck Elke across the centre of her bottom.
It had been, in all truth, a pretty feeble blow and Gerhard had instantly taken her to task for it. He expected her to cane her daughter properly, he'd told her and, unless she desired to feel how it was supposed to be done on her own backside, she had better start to put more effort into it. Spurred on by the fear of that and, it must be said, a certain degree of righteous indignation over her daughter's inconsideration regarding the car, Gita had, in the end, caned Elke satisfactorily. Gerhard had required her to repeat a couple of strokes that he judged to be far too lenient but, all in all, she had completed her task with sufficient application to bring howls to Elke's throat and tears to her eyes. Gerhard had examined Elke's bottom afterwards and found it well marked with livid red stripes. He had also been gratified to note that his instructions to Gita to not neglect the back of her daughter's legs had been equally complied with. Generally speaking, he had expressed himself satisfied with her work for a first effort and asked Gita to fetch him a pot of coffee while his wife spent the interim snivelling in the corner with her hands on her head and her freshly caned bottom on full and disgraced display.
Gerhard had found the sight of Elke caning his wife to be extremely stimulating. Indeed it had been the most exciting spectacle he had witnessed since the memorable day that he had watched Grafin Mathilda's caretaker whip the pair of them in the cellars of Schloss Nattertal. Better yet, it had established a precedent. He had subsequently solemnly informed the two women that, in future, he expected them to administer discipline themselves in cases of personal dispute? under his close supervision of course.
Since then, Gerhard had been eagerly awaiting a further pretext to repeat the scenario. He had been most looking forward to seeing the roles reversed. Having Gita cane her own daughter was one thing but the thought of observing Elke take the cane to her mother was deliciously exciting. Gita was not great on dignity while being caned at the best of times but not even the most stoic of pride could weather the humiliation of being punished by your own daughter in front of your son in law. He had been anticipating such a delightful spectacle ever since.
He had experienced a certain amount of frustration since then for both women had appeared to be on their best behaviour. For a while he feared that he had overplayed his hand and that the thought of their being called upon to discipline each other had caused the women of the household to either moderate their conduct towards each other or to settle arguments privately between themselves without drawing their attention to Gerhard. He had not needed to be so anxious, however. He had not been the only one anticipating the rematch. Ever since her caning Elke had harboured a deep resentment of her mother and had been merely biding her time until chance should provide her the opportunity to repay the compliment.
If he was perfectly honest with himself Gerhard would be forced to concede that the dispute that finally brought the matter to a head was a flimsy pretext at best; involving, as it did, a wine stain on a borrowed silk blouse. Gerhard was a little hazy on the details and thought secretly that it was much ado about nothing. The two women of the house were so similar in build and size that they seemed to regard the other's wardrobe as auxiliary to their own. They were forever raiding the other's closet, usually without the courtesy of asking permission. This blouse, however, was apparently new and, until Gita had misappropriated it, as yet unworn. Elke had gone to her wardrobe to don her new blouse only to find that her mother had skipped out of the house wearing it. She had further compounded her misdemeanour by returning it with the afore-mentioned wine stain blighting the front; a legacy of an afternoon sharing a bottle of red wine with a friend in a congenial beer garden. Elke had professed herself furious at this desecration of her prized new possession and had immediately reported the matter to Gerhard with a stringent demand that action be taken.
Gerhard had been all too willing to oblige her. Trivial though the matter might be, it was too good an opportunity to miss. Gita had been ordered not only to divest herself of her daughter's blouse but her skirt as well and sent to fetch the cane. A high backed chair had been placed for her to bend over for she was not as lithe as her daughter and had difficulty bending over to touch her toes with straight legs. For once Gita had not been ordered to lower her knickers for Gerhard had had a mind to request that Elke bare her mother's bottom for punishment. It had been an inspired decision for Gita's face had blushed crimson with mortification as Elke had pulled down her knickers. Her shame had been a delight to behold.
Elke must have nurtured her grievance with her mother well for, when ordered to commence the caning, she had applied herself to the task admirably and what her technique may have lacked in skill it more than made up for in enthusiasm. Gerhard's only regret was that, given the relatively mild nature of the offence, he could not, in conscience, award his mother in law any more than twenty strokes. It was most fortunate then that Elke had wielded the cane with such vengeful vigour since one particularly scything stroke across the back of Gita's thighs had caused the miscreant to jump upright and clutch at her rear with an unfortunate choice of vocabulary. It had presented Gerhard with a perfect excuse to cluck his tongue in disapproval and add a further ten strokes to the sentence for bad language and failing to maintain her position under punishment. Gita had whimpered at the pronouncement but she had known better than to protest. Instead she had resumed her position tearfully and her daughter had raised the cane once more.
It was, thought Gerhard, a thoroughly enjoyable and stimulating spectacle. As has been mentioned, he rarely had the chance to observe the face of one of the women of the house whilst she suffered under the cane. It was most illuminating. Elke, it appeared, had a hitherto unsuspected sadistic streak to her for each time she raised the cane she would pause for a second or two, with it held high above Gita's trembling buttocks, the better to increase her mother's fearful anticipation. Gita's cringing, frightened countenance was a most diverting sight and the agony etched into her features when the cane finally lanced into her flesh was utterly absorbing. Gerhard could have watched it all night.
Alas, however, all good things must come to an end. Finally Elke lowered the cane looking, Gerhard thought, slightly disappointed. Gita was sobbing pitifully and Gerhard felt a twinge of conscience for having had her punished so hard for a relatively minor offence. He reassured himself, however, that it was probably well merited after all. Gita had, when all was said and done, earned her caning through an afternoon spent drinking; a habit she was rather too fond of. The wine stain on Elke's blouse was merely symptomatic of a greater issue.
The punishment concluded, all that remained was to conform to the usual post-disciplinary ritual. Gita was ordered to stand up straight but not allowed to retrieve her knickers from their current location around her ankles. At this point the miscreant was normally obliged to utter a formal apology, thank Gerhard for their punishment and deliver solemn promises of better future conduct. It amused Gerhard on this occasion to have Gita present her formal monologue to her daughter. Judging by her expression, it was almost as painful to contritely thank her daughter for taking the trouble to cane her as the cane itself had been. Her shameful abasement complete, Gita was then directed to the corner where, for the next hour, she would have ample time to reflect upon her misconduct and squirm miserably at the burning in her hind quarters. She was, naturally enough, forbidden to cover her modesty, being instead required to leave her underwear lowered and her hands on her head to prevent her from rubbing her afflicted rear.
Gerhard enjoyed this interlude very much for it gave him the chance to admire the freshly caned bottom at his leisure. Normally, of course, it would be his own handiwork he would so admire but Elke had proved a perfectly suitable substitute. Gita's buttocks and thighs were well lacerated with angry, swollen red stripes starting to turn slightly blue with bruising as evidence of the force Elke had applied. Gerhard had one other refinement to add. Using the camera on his mobile phone, he snapped a couple of shots of his mother in law's inflamed orbs. It had been his policy for some time now to record all punishments for posterity. These photos were included in a file on his computer hard drive that he referred to as the "Gallery of Shame." It was, he rather unconvincingly claimed, a part of the disgrace attached to the punishment and a visual reminder of the consequences of misconduct. In truth, he just liked revisiting the file for his own stimulation and enjoyed annotating each photo with a detailed description of the offence committed and the subsequent punishment awarded.
Her work complete, Elke departed upon business of her own leaving Gerhard alone with the abject and quietly weeping figure in the corner. Gerhard treated himself to a cold glass of F�rstenberg Pils and reclined back in his seat to enjoy the sight of his chastened mother in law. He thought that, after she had endured a suitable period of atonement in the corner, he might take the opportunity to have Gita bend back over the chair only this time so that he could drop his trousers and take his pleasure of her. It wildly excited him to enjoy the women in his life from behind after they had been caned. There was something exquisitely pleasurable about slapping your hips against a well-caned backside as you thrust deep inside them. He liked to make them cry anew in pain; gripping the swollen buttocks hard as he ejaculated. It was, of course, morally questionable at best and technically adulterous to use his wife's mother for his sexual gratification but Gerhard had the two women well trained. As a logical extension of his mastery over them he not only reserved the right to discipline them but also to exercise his conjugal rights over both of them.
He frowned at a new thought. He had missed an opportunity to exacerbate Gita's humiliation he realised. He would have done better to avail himself of her immediately the caning had been completed; taking her there and then in front of her daughter. He cursed himself for not thinking of it sooner. He soon brightened up, however. All was not lost. He would keep Gita without her skirt and knickers for the rest of the evening as an additional punishment. There would be ample time to take her as he wished. Perhaps he might prevail upon Elke to film her mother's final debasement.
Gerhard sighed happily. Life was good in the Handler household. Ever since that shining day when he had caned his wife and her mother in front of a delegation of local dignitaries, he had been master in his own home and he enjoyed it very much indeed. It had, of course, reached an apex when, at Grafin Mathilda's instigation, the two women had been stripped naked, tied together and whipped in the beer keller at the Schloss. That had been one of the most erotic experiences of Gerhard's life and he counted the days until he could take his two women back to the Schloss for further chastisement. The Grafin had been keen for him to return them for further correction in her family home. Perhaps it was time to have a word with her.