I held the cane in my hand. It was much lighter than I expected it to be. 'That cane was my junior cane. The one I used for 16-year-old boys. The othe... canes are much heavier and thicker.' she said. 'I bet this stung a bit!' I said. 'Given their screams and shouts I'm sure it did. Boys need a good spanking on a regular basis to keep them behaving though. Don't you think?' she replied. 'I g-g-guess so.' I stammered, handing the cane back to her. 'No guess so about it! Parents are too soft these. I was always looking for a chance to be a lone with June but it never came.One day I got a call from June "I need to get a pot down from the top of a cupboard but i'm alone and am afraid I will fall, would you come round?" Would I come round of course I would. I was round right a flash. June was wearing a low cut see through top that showed the cleavage off perfectly. She was wearing a red bra. A white tennis skirt and hold-up stockings completed the vision that greeted me at the front. She'd heard enough, more than enough. Frankly she hated the woman for doing this. Two weeks maximum and she was going to come back to London, to live on the streets if need be. No doubt she'd end up a prostitute and drug addict and die horribly before the age of 21. That'd teach her mother, the selfish cow. Carol had heard the retorts too, a hundred times over. "If you spoil this for me, Mandy, I'll never forgive you," she chided.Mandy sniffed disdainfully. Why, oh why, hadn't her mother found. I got out of bed and found an ash tray on our old school desk, filled with cigar butts.After I showered and put my suit on, I met my Dad downstairs. He was wearing his old Navy blues. What a fucking stud, even after all these years! He hadn’t shaved this morning- he looked like a poster for everything I admired in a man. His collar was open and big tufts of black and gray hair rose up between the Vee in his shirt to just under his jaw. He held his starched cap in his fist, and held the.