The girl blushed and turned to her father in alarm. She didn't say a word. — What kind of question is that?
"It's a serious one, I'm afraid. Please, Mara, I'm here to help you. I've received reports that your father is caning you. Is that true?"
Mara was touching her striped bottom, looking terribly embarrassed, and looking at the carpet. "I get caned when I'm naughty," she said shyly. — But Daddy is always fair! Her eyes darted to his as if to confirm this, and Mara sighed. Always with the thin, whipping stick on her bare bottom.
— Could Mara and I be alone for a few minutes? she asked Mastercanet. His face remained silent and expressionless for a minute. Why? I said
"I'm afraid your presence might have an intimidating effect on her. She might be reluctant to tell the truth with you standing next to her."
Mara always tells the truth. It's one of our most sacred rules. Isn't that Mara?"
The girl nodded. We always told each other the truth, no matter what." The girl paused. "E-even if it meant taking the cane to my bare ass. He's fair and he whips me because I deserve it," said Mara, a fourteen-year-old girl, a rebellious teenager. Daddy's caning is effective discipline and depending on the severity of the punishment, I get anywhere from six to twenty-four strokes of the cane. Always to my bare ass.
"Okay then. Tell me the truth: does your father abuse you?" asked the reporter, a young woman of about twenty-six.
The teenager looked shocked. "Absolutely not. He only punishes me when I deserve it." Sometimes with the apple switch or the teenage cane.
— And how does the corporal punishment work, the reporter asks?
The girl seemed scared. — He strips me naked then canes my buttocks very harshly. I have to hold my position, that way I get extra blows with the apple switch. For extra blows he uses the switch, but he takes pity on my ass. He never breaks the skin or canes me until I bleed, says Mara scared.
Mara's face had a puzzled expression and suddenly Mastercane moved to the far side of the room. He opened a closet door in the main hall next to the dining room and took out a long, thin cane. It was a woody brown color, very whipping. lHe arched the cane almost to a semicircle in timel raised the stinging cane towards Mara. Her face was slightly pale.
— I’m not exactly sure I understand—you’ve been cutting the teen’s bare ass with that stinging rod? the reporter asked, very excited.
— Sure. Mara, be in a position to demonstrate. The teen obeyed, though her face showed she wasn’t the most eager volunteer. She bent at the waist, clasping the backs of her ankles with her hands, and pointed her rump toward her father. He stepped behind her and pretended to swing the thin stick in a long arc that culminated in a light horizontal stroke across his daughter’s tight bottom. The girl flinched and shuddered, as if at a painful memory.»
«— Does your father whip you, Mara?
The girl blushed and turned to her father in alarm. She didn't say a word. — What kind of question is that?
"It's a serious one, I'm afraid. Please, Mara, I'm here to help you. I've received reports that your father is caning you. Is that true?"
Mara was touching her striped bottom, looking terribly embarrassed, and looking at the carpet. "I get caned when I'm naughty," she said shyly. — But Daddy is always fair! Her eyes darted to his as if to confirm this, and Mara sighed. Always with the thin, whipping stick on her bare bottom.
— Could Mara and I be alone for a few minutes? she asked Mastercanet. His face remained silent and expressionless for a minute. Why? I said
"I'm afraid your presence might have an intimidating effect on her. She might be reluctant to tell the truth with you standing next to her."
Mara always tells the truth. It's one of our most sacred rules. Isn't that Mara?"
The girl nodded. We always told each other the truth, no matter what." The girl paused. "E-even if it meant taking the cane to my bare ass. He's fair and he whips me because I deserve it," said Mara, a fourteen-year-old girl, a rebellious teenager. Daddy's caning is effective discipline and depending on the severity of the punishment, I get anywhere from six to twenty-four strokes of the cane. Always to my bare ass.
"Okay then. Tell me the truth: does your father abuse you?" asked the reporter, a young woman of about twenty-six.
The teenager looked shocked. "Absolutely not. He only punishes me when I deserve it." Sometimes with the apple switch or the teenage cane.
— And how does the corporal punishment work, the reporter asks?
The girl seemed scared. — He strips me naked then canes my buttocks very harshly. I have to hold my position, that way I get extra blows with the apple switch. For extra blows he uses the switch, but he takes pity on my ass. He never breaks the skin or canes me until I bleed, says Mara scared.
Mara's face had a puzzled expression and suddenly Mastercane moved to the far side of the room. He opened a closet door in the main hall next to the dining room and took out a long, thin cane. It was a woody brown color, very whipping. lHe arched the cane almost to a semicircle in timel raised the stinging cane towards Mara. Her face was slightly pale.
— I’m not exactly sure I understand—you’ve been cutting the teen’s bare ass with that stinging rod? the reporter asked, very excited.
— Sure. Mara, be in a position to demonstrate. The teen obeyed, though her face showed she wasn’t the most eager volunteer. She bent at the waist, clasping the backs of her ankles with her hands, and pointed her rump toward her father. He stepped behind her and pretended to swing the thin stick in a long arc that culminated in a light horizontal stroke across his daughter’s tight bottom. The girl flinched and shuddered, as if at a painful memory.»
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