MY MOTHER YVONNE PREPARES TO CANE ME WITHOUT MERCY
by Hamlet



I had been commanded by My Mother Yvonne to enter the study. She had read my
school report and was furious with me as there was no improvement in my
performance in sports at all. She loved sports Herself as did my Big Sister
Joanna and like Her could not understand how I was not the slightest bit
interested as I had no intention of ever being a sportsman and thought I went
to school to learn subjects like Maths and English. Unlike Her and Joanna my
Big Sister who excelled too in all physical activity I was totally useless at
all sports.

There was no time wasting, no discussion, no lingering with Her; once I had
entered the study the session had begun. I followed Her in trepidation
dreading what awaited me. As I entered, the lighting was strange and dark as
She loved Her study to be as foreboding as possible as a Debt Enforcer. This
was the place She would take awkward clients too who refused to pay their
debts or those who persistently refused to do business with the bank She
mainly did business for HBOS(Halifax Bank of Scotland) after She had sent them
letters asking politely to open accounts.

My eyes found it difficult to focus it but my eyes would become accustomed to
the darkness in time. She had ordered me to strip immediately and I obeyed
without question as always. She always intimidated me with you while I
stripped ridiculing me for my puny miserable body as She did to all Her
clients.

It was so dark and forbidding there. I was extremely nervous. What was more I
knew that She was a sadist just like Joanna who would be join us with Her even
more sadistic Black Friend Michele later to make the session even more scary
as they would almost certainly give me a strapping on my hand after Yvonne My
Mother had finished with me.

Yvonne would play music to disorient me even more. The music I heard was
droning and melancholy, it was tuneless, with little melody. Yet I did have
time to listen to the music now: I had been ordered down to the floor on my
knees. I obeyed without question having experienced so many beatings from Her
before

I had been disobedient I had committed an infraction of the rules as She had
ordered me to try harder at games and I had failed . It did matter how minor a
breach of the rules She had made - I was going to be punished. Harshly. It was
as simple as that.

Do you think that my Mother as not so strict as She would consider giving me a
warm-up? Or a safe word perhaps? That She would stop if She thought the
punishment was too harsh? Certainly not and that's just how this session
worked! No warm-up, no safe word and once She felt I needed a beating that's
what I was going to receive!

Yet She was just carrying out Her duty, as my Mother for my own good just
doing Her job out of love for me.

I could be punished with a whip or a cane. There would be a mandatory number
of strokes but the number of strokes I would receive has already been decided
- it would probably be more; a lot more.

She had my school report right in front of Her as the complete evidence of my
misdemeanours.She led me by the hair demonstrating Her massively superior
strength over me as my Mother who loved me and only cared for my welfare and
nothing else!

I was not be allowed to speak unless spoken to; I was to keep my head bowed at
all times. I would then be then be strapped into the bench or whipping frame
and given a minute to collect my thoughts and for silent prayer as She would
always give me a Bible to pray with being very religious Herself. While I
pondered my fate She would practice Her swing with the cane as I could hear
Her swooshing it from side by side enjoying my misery as She relished Her
complete power .

I was expected to accept punishment with fortitude and stoicism - good
old-fashioned British qualities. The strokes would be given at an even tempo
with time to recover between each stroke. Whichever ordeal I ordered to endure
be warned it was going to be a very severe session! And She would dehumanize
me completely as She dehumanized all Her clients.

Was She unnecessarily cruel? Of course She was not! She was always right and
was doing this for my own good. if She did not care She would carry on
allowing me to fail and carry on idling at sports and that a good caning was
the only way to improve my ways.

Human Rights? Don't waste your breath because quoting that would definitely
earn me or other of Her victims extra strokes. I had no rights here because I
was Her son under Her complete control and would be treated as such. If any of
Her victims the debtors She dealt with in Her job complained about their Human
Rights being violated, then they would have to complain to Her. As far as She
was concerned once She dealt within them they had no rights at all. And if
they wanted to call to God for help? Well rest assured that God was not going
to come to help the likes of me or them; only She could help you and She was
definitely not a liberal minded do-gooder!

She stood right over me holding my face in Her all powerful leather gloved
hands She was dressed totally in leather as always in a long leather dress,
leather jacket, high heeled boots and tight leather gloves. She towered over
me. She was my big and strong and muscular Mother a full time bodybuilder who
had won so many competitions and a fitness fanatic having earned so many
awards. What a miserable wimp I felt compared to Her and Her amazing size!

"Simon I love you passionately as My son. I believe in strong, firm discipline
and will not tolerate bad school reports in any subject. When you go onto
university next term I want your reports to be excellent there and will
tolerate nothing less than a First Class degree!"

'I told you to try harder at sports. I know you are useless at all sports and
are a complete contrast to Big Sister Joanna who excels at every sport.She and
Michele will deal with you later!'

"Spare the rod and spoil the child? Not Me! "

"You're getting 16 strokes of the cane for now!"

"BEND RIGHT OVER THE CANING BLOCK!!"

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