Caning



Tom Foley liked to take his holidays in different places. This year he

had gone to Mexico. As he was walking about the town of Xtapa he noticed a

large crowd gathering in a field. He asked someone what was happening and

was told that this was the day when the sentences of corporal punishment

recently ordered by the district court would be carried out. These things

were always carried out in public in order to increase the humiliation of the

punishments and the deterrent effect.



Out of curiosity he went in. He made his way through the native crowd and 

found a vacant place near the wire where he could see the whole proceedings. 

He noticed two people whom he knew standing near him, Mrs Chile and her daughter Malara. 

They were native Mexicans, but from Mexico City, the capital, and were staying at the same

hotel as him. Mrs Chile was very traditional in her ways but Malara was not

quite so traditional. Tom saw that the girl was wearing a T-shirt and

extremely tight jeans which showed her attractive behind off to perfection.

He knew that Mrs Chile was worried that Malara was too friendly with an

'unsuitable' boy and that they were often arguing. His sympathies would

normally have been with the daughter, but she had been very rude to him,

for no reason, the day before and he realised that she must be a difficult

girl.



There was a group of people in the middle of the field, near a wooden

hurdle. It was easy to see who was going to be caned as they, both men and

women, wore undecorated grey gowns and their hands were cuffed. He had a

good view and had his binoculars with him. There were about a dozen men to

be punished, from men in their forties to young  men of college age. Most,

however, were about early twenties. There were rather fewer women,six or

seven. These, too, were of varying ages, one definitely middle aged, while

there was also a  very frightened looking girl who didn't look more than

early twenties. There were also several police and prison officers,some of

whom carried leather straps. Several canes hung from a stand near the

hurdle.



The women were punished before the men,an application of the

doctrine 'ladies first'. A large woman was led forward and, using the

loudspeaker system, an official read out her name, her offence,which was

theft of jewellery from a hotel bedroom,and her sentence was six months

imprisonment with twelve strokes of the cane at the beginning of the term

and another twenty at the end. This was the first case. The woman

appeared to be about twenty-five and looked defiant rather than

frightened.


After the details had been read out one of the officers removed

the woman's gown and she stood before the crowd stark naked except for a

tiny G-string. Now Tom saw that she had an excellent figure, until then this

had been hidden by the shapeless grey gown. She did not seem ashamed that

everybody could see her bare breasts, Tom supposed that Mexican women had

different ideas about nudity.


The officer led her round in front of the

hurdle and made her bend over it. Then she fastened the woman's handcuff's

to an iron ring set in the ground. This ring could be moved nearer to or

further from the hurdle depending on the height of the offender. The woman's

big black bottom was exposed for punishment. Tom noticed that she kept her

legs tightly together and felt his prick harden giving him an uncomfortable

erection.


A woman police sergeant took off her uniform jacket and selected

a cane from the stand. It was a straight length of rattan, wrapped with cord

at one end to provide a hand grip. It was about a yard long, gradually

tapering from nearly an inch thick at the handle end to less than half an

inch at its tip. It looked a lot worse than the one Tom remembered being

used to painful effect on his own clothed bottom at school. The sergeant

swished it through the air twice. It hissed wickedly and sounded horribly

supple. Tom saw the woman's bottom flinch and wriggle at the sound.


Then the caning began. The sergeant was obviously very experienced in the

administration of corporal punishment. She brought the cane back behind

her shoulders and lashed it down with amazing force. She used her whole

body and also a supple little twist of her wrist to bring that rod slamming

down onto the young woman's unprotected black bottom with the force of a

Grand Prix car hitting the barriers. Tom clearly heard the noise of that

impact, without the benefit of loudspeakers, but apart from a slight tremor

passing through the woman's body she remained still and made no sound.


The next stroke, equally violent, followed after a pause of about ten

seconds, once again there was little reaction from the Mexican woman. Stroke

after stroke landed and Tom could see, through his binoculars, that her

bottom was covered in welts but apart from a slight kicking of her legs

the culprit remained apparently impassive. He heard admiring comments from

the Mexican audience, they appreciated courage.



After the eighth stroke, however, it was clear that the pain was getting through to her. 

Tom heard a loud metallic rattling as the woman tried to pull her hands free. The

sergeant must have noticed this as well. She paused a bit longer before the

next stroke and it may have been even harder than the earlier ones.

This time the woman yelled out in pain at the top of her voice and kicked her legs

furiously. The G-string protected her modesty, but only just! Some of

the crowd clapped, apparently to applaud the sergeant's skill.



Tom moved his binoculars to look at the group of female offenders awaiting their own

punishments. They now looked noticeably more apprehensive. The young woman

of about 20 had started to cry. Each of the following strokes now drew a

wild yell from the suffering woman and there were longer pauses now between

each stroke as the sergeant waited for the scissoring, kicking legs to

return to rest before delivering each stroke. The twelfth and final stroke

was across the lowest part of the woman's bottom and the tip of the cane

lashed right round to imprint itself on her writhing hip. Then the sergeant

returned the cane to the stand and the crowd heard the sobbing of the caned

thief.


Tom noticed Mrs Chile turn and say to her daughter "I hope you're

paying attention, young lady. If your behaviour doesn't start to improve

soon that's what you'll be getting!" Malara turned away and did not answer

her mother. This was no idle threat however.


The officer bent down and unfastened the handcuffs from the metal ring. Then she lifted the caned

woman upright,she could hardly stand. Her hands were still handcuffed in

front of her, so she was unable to comfort her blazing bottom. Her gown was

draped over her and then two officers dragged her back to a van to await

her ride back to prison. She had an even worse caning to expect when she

came out,twenty strokes. Tom wondered if she would look forward to the end

of her sentence!


The next culprit was led forward. This was a young

woman, now sobbing and obviously pleading for mercy. Her name and offence

were read out. She had persistently disobeyed her parents' and had been

sentenced to five strokes of the cane. Once again Malara's mother turned to

her daughter, "You see! If you're cheeky to me just one more time I'll take

you to the judge and the whole town will see your bottom get stripped!"

This time Malara stupidly went too far.

"You wouldn't dare!" she said,"

And if you did they wouldn't take any notice of you!"


This was too much for her mother. Angrily she grabbed her daughter and dragged her, struggling,

over the wire towards the centre of the field. Tom was amazed at her

strength. An excited buzz grew from the crowd as they realised what

was happening. Mrs Chile and her daughter disappeared into a tent in the

middle of the field.


Meanwhile the canings continued uninterrupted. The ring

had to be moved much closer to the hurdle for the shorter woman, but this

was soon done and she was bent over in turn. Tom would have left at this

point, he had seen enough, but he couldn't resist waiting to see what would

happen to Malara.


The young woman was not as brave, or as used to the

cane as the jewel thief and she yelled loudly at each of her five strokes,

which were inflicted by the same sergeant and tried desperately to escape.

When her handcuffs were released and she was pulled upright she continued

to scream hysterically. As she was taken in to the van she was sick over

one of the officers. Tom saw another officer follow her in, with a

strap.


Malara and her mother remained inside the tent while the four

remaining women were caned. They had all been convicted of the same

offence,prostitution and each received eighteen strokes, which seemed to

be the standard punishment. These canings were carried out by two different

women officers. Evidently it was felt that each one could only deal with a

maximum of two offenders.


The women took their canings well on the whole,

but only the oldest of them managed to last without yelling out. The crowd

applauded her courage. The last of the prostitutes didn't seem to Tom to be

much older than Malara, perhaps twenty or twenty one at most. She had much

lighter skin than the others and was the only one of the four whom Tom

thought in the least attractive. After the third stroke she started to

struggle frantically and to yell uncontrollably. By the end she was in at

least as bad a state as the other young woman had been.



As she was dragged, squirming and shrieking, to the van Malara finally made a appearance. 

Tom gasped at the sight. She had been handcuffed and her jeans removed,

revealing a pair of white briefs which clung to the curves of her full, 

round buttocks. She was barefoot. She still held her pretty head high

and maintained a defiant expression, but it was difficult for her to look

dignified with her hands cuffed in front of her and her panties on public

show.


The official made the announcement. Malara Chile was to be caned

for persistent disobedience and disrespect to her mother. She would receive

twelve strokes of the cane. Tom was surprised at the severity of the

sentence. He had thought that, if she was punished at all, she would get

five strokes like the other girl, or perhaps a few more as she was older.

He later found out that it had been her mother who had insisted on this

sentence, the maximum. The announcement continued. As all three women

sergeants had already carried out two caning Malara would be caned by one

of the men.


Malara was bent down over the hurdle and chained to the ring.

Her mother stood nearby among a group of police, holding her daughter's

jeans and high heeled shoes. One of the men sergeants removed his jacket and

rolled up his shirtsleeves. He walked forward and, inserting his fingers

into the waistband, pulled the young woman's panties down over her thighs.

He seemed to take his time about this and Tom thought he saw him whisper

something to the bending woman.


The sergeant spat on his right palm and rubbed his hands together. 

Then he hoisted the same cane as the other women had felt. 

At least Malara was getting the women's cane rather than one of

the two men's canes that Tom could see on the stand.


Studying Malara's beautifully rounded bottom through his binoculars Tom noted with admiration

that she was almost completely still, holding her legs close together to

protect her modesty. Of course she did not even have the benefit of the

G-string that the other victims had had, but nearly all the others that

day had been trembling even before their punishments had started.

The sergeant drew the cane back and lashed it down across the woman's naked

and exposed rump.


Experienced and practised in their art as the women

sergeants had been that first stroke was sufficient to show that the man

had a much stronger arm and was prepared to make full use of it. The noise

as the cane whipped across Malara's tender bottom, flesh echoed like a

gunshot across the field. Malara's body shuddered and she kicked her legs

but she did not yell out. Tom saw an ugly welt spread across her bottom.

The skin looked close to breaking. Malara wriggled for a few moments as

the full pain hit her. Then she once again pressed her thighs together,

awaiting the next stroke. After about half a minute the sergeant raised his

arm and again the cane hissed through the air. It fell, striking hard across

the woman's buttocks, about an inch below the mark left by the first stroke.

Malara's reaction was the same as to the previous stroke. Tom admired the

courage of the proud woman, but he didn't think she would be able to hold

out for long. He could see that the whole area between the first two

strokes was already swollen. It was to this area that, with perfect aim,

the sergeant directed the third and fourth strokes at intervals of about

twenty seconds. Malara took the third stroke in silence, although her head

shot up sharply and Tom heard the rattle of the chains as she tried

instinctively to free her hands. But after the fourth she squealed in

anguish and fell forward over the hurdle, her legs wildly scissoring. The

sergeant waited patiently until Malara's squirmings stopped.


The helpless woman desperately contracted her buttocks in anticipation of the

next angry stroke. It fell on a previously uncaned area below the existing

welts. Malara's resistance was now at an end and she howled at that stroke

and at each succeeding one. She no longer worried about how she was

exposing her most private parts as she wriggled and writhed in agony.

The sergeant ignored all this impassively and just continued to

cane her bottom with full force.


After the twelfth stroke had lashed home the sergeant stood back and Tom was 

able to see the effect of his handiwork.

The woman had been caned in an area some five inches deep. The quarter-inch

welts raised on her flesh by the caning covered her bottom from top to

thighs. Tom could not see any flesh on her bottom free from bruising. The

sergeant replaced the cane and pulled Malara's panties back up over her

swollen bottom. He was not particularly gentle about this and Tom saw Malara

wince sharply.


Then the young woman was released and dragged onto the van

with the other caned women. Tom walked away at this point. He had seen

enough and did not want to see the men caned in their turn.


Next day at the hotel Tom saw Mrs Chile at breakfast, although Malara wasn't there. He

didn't know what he should say to her, he knew that she had seen him at the

canings and must realise that he had seen her daughter's punishment. However

his doubts were cut short when she approached him and told him not to

be embarrassed. She said that Malara had needed a good caning like that

for some time and that it would do her nothing but good. She explained

that Malara had been kept in the cells at the Police Station overnight and

that she was going to pick her up after breakfast. She didn't seem to be in

a particular hurry.


Tom saw Malara once more before he left Xtapa the

following day. This time she was down for breakfast with her mother. She

was wearing a loose fitting traditional dress and had abandoned her jeans.

Although it was now nearly two days after her punishment Tom saw that she

did not sit down at the table with her mother but stayed by the buffet,

eating standing up. Those guests who did not know what had happened cast

surprised looks at her.


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