Even in the growing dusk, David could tell that Julia had gone pale. 'No, please,' she said. 'Not now, Daddy! Can't it wait until...' She tailed off, looking from David to her father and biting her lip.

Her father shook his head. 'I said now, young lady. Come on!' He held out his hand in a gesture that allowed for no refusal.

Slowly Julia climbed off the lounger. Taking her by the arm her father began to march her towards the house. As he went he turned and spoke to David over his shoulder. 'This won't take long,' he said. 'Please make yourself comfortable.'

David lay back, his curiosity raging. Obviously Julia was going to be punished somehow. But how? Something that didn't take long. Telling off? Some kind of lecture? Or something more? Surely (his heart jumped) she was too old for corporal punishment! And why had she said 'can't it wait'? As he watched, father and daughter went into the house and the door shut behind them. After a moment the dining room lights came on, and then he saw Jenifer's father draw the curtains to cover the long sash windows that went almost from floor to ceiling.

He had to know. He got up and walked quietly over to the windows. At first he could see no gap in the curtains. Then, as he moved his head light flashed across his eye. There! If he stood just there he could see through a narrow crack. He positioned himself carefully, hardly daring to breathe, and gazed in.

At first all he could see was a patch of wallpaper. He shifted his position to bring the middle of the room into focus. Then he froze, his heart hammering.

Julia was bent over the dining table. She was facing away from him, her legs straight, her feet together and her hands clasped behind her head. Her position had drawn the bikini briefs up her body so the full sweep of her bottom was divided and exposed.

It was the most erotic sight David had ever seen. At first he thought she was alone; he couldn't see anyone else through the narrow field of view afforded by the gap in the curtains. Then Julia's father strode into view. He had one hand behind his back. In the other he held a long, slim cane.

David gasped. His cock, already hard, managed to swell another impossible inch, straining so tightly against the material of his speedos that the waistband dug into him. Julia was going to be caned, and he was going to watch!

Dominic Kimberley paced up and down a few times, occasionally tapping the wicked looking cane against the palm of his hand. David assumed he was giving the girl some kind of lecture. Then he stood off to one side, swished the cane through the air a few times, and drew back his arm.

The cane made a blurred arc through the air and landed on Julia's exposed bottom, leaving a white stripe that quickly darkened to a livid scarlet tramline. Whatever sound the stroke and its impact made was stopped by the closed window and the heavy curtain, but there was no doubting Julia's squeal of agony, a high wailing 'aaaahhh!' that made the blood hammer in David's ears. He watched, entranced, as the suffering girl's cheeks clenched and twitched under the pain of the stroke.

A long pause, then another stroke, faster this time so that even through the window David heard the splat of the cane as it landed. The pain drew a sharper 'ahh!' from the suffering Julia, and she arched upwards from the table, lifting her heels from the ground one after another so that her striped bottom wiggled from side to side. Her father waited until she had lowered herself to the table, then took aim.

Ffwhack!

'Ahh!'

Crack!

'Ahh! Oh!'

Crack!

'Aaaahh! Oh! Please!'

By now Julia was wiggling and hopping from side to side, her delicious young bottom moving in a constant dance of pain as the stripes built up. David reached down and began to caress his aching cock through the tight material of the speedos.

Whack!

'Aaaahh! Ahh! Oh!'

Six strokes - the standard dose David had received so many times himself as a schoolboy. Would that be it?

It wasn't. As he watched, Dominic Kimberley walked round to the other side of the sobbing girl, transferred the cane to his other hand and took aim yet again.