A Severe Spring Break Caning!
Spring Break finely arrived and Amy and Grandad were headed south in the jeep. Amy was sitting uncomfortably with her bare ass directly on the vinyl seat. Though the soreness from her last spanking was fading, she knew they had the whole week in front of them. The towns on 395 were starting to look familiar to her. She looked at her watch and realized they'd make Bishop by lunch time. "Asleep at the Wheel" was playing on Grandpa's old I-pod through the jeep's stereo. The speakers barely overcame the wind noise and the exhaust. But the old 6 carried them all the way to Area 51 in Nevada, before they turned down a dirt road to camp for the night.
The next morning, they finally left pavement and marked odometer readings; Amy watched the guide book with one eye and the GPS with the other. Grandad told her how important navigation was in the maze of trails with only tiny fuel reserves for any mistake - they only carried four 2.5 Gal ready-packs on the roof rack in addition to the gas tank. Amy was responsible for navigation. However, she did appear to spend a lot of time strolling through the song list on the I-pod as they went down the trail. Mid-afternoon, Amy told him to stop - something was amiss. Grandad stopped, noted the odometer reading and ask to see the guide book. Before handing it to him, she looked at the GPS coordinators and the last way-point in the book and realized they missed a turn some miles back. She handed him the book explaining the mistake. Grandad asked her how that mistake was made without sparing the anger in his voice. Amy, taken back by the sound of his voice, stammered that she must have been distracted.
Grandad said that was NOT a good reason and added that perhaps she needs to be reminded of her responsibilities. Amy sunk down in her chair. He pulled the jeep to the side of the trail, turned off the engine, stepped down and walked around to the back to grab the toy bag. He opened Amy's door and told her that she knows what she's in for. She climbed out of the jeep responding : "yes sir". He took her hand an led her over to some rocks a few dozen steps away. He sat the bag down next to a rock low enough to sit on. Amy was told to assume the position and she quickly placed herself over his lap. The warm-up was short and his hand came down on her ass with the force increasing at a rapid rate that left no doubt in Amy's mind that she was being punished. She started kicking as he continued to lay it on. After about 20 minuets, Grandpa paused long enough to let her endorphins offer a little relief. He told her to get up and remove her garments.
Grandad placed one of the closed-cell foam pads over a large rock. As Amy was restrained over that rock, she marveled how he cared for her even while he punished her. However, her attention soon shifted as the light strap came down on her forcefully with lashes alternating each cheek painfully. After 25 lashes, he paused to switch to the heavy strap. The endorphin rush had barely subsided when the strap came down across both ass cheeks forcefully. Amy exhaled a muted grown and her eyes teared up. The next one came from the other direction as she pulled against the restraints. He ordeal continued as he alternating sides with punishing lashes marking her red ass with blue/purple streaks. He paused after 20. While she was grateful for the rush, she saw him reach in the bag for the cane.
Grandad placed a leather bit in her mouth. Moments later, the cane struck with force that seemed to split her ass in half. She was still clamped down on the bit when the second one landed on her sit spot. Welts rose up from each stroke marking the path of the cane as it fell again and again. Tears ran down her cheeks to drop on the stone she was still tightly bound to. He paused after 12 strokes. Amy was a little relieved, knowing that she was only getting 24 - rather than the 30 she received the last time she angered Grandad. However, the additional dozen strokes were even more painful than the first. The relentless assault on her ass continued with the rude strokes of that pain stick. Her eyes were getting puffy, her lower lip quivered and her arms fatigued from pulling at the restraints. But the caning continued with excruciating pain.
At the conclusion of her punishment, Grandad let her up, dried her tears, put save on her closely spaced welts and held her tightly. When her lower lip stopped quivering, Amy apologized for negating her responsibilities. Grandad placed his arms around her and asked if she thought she deserved her punishment. Amy reached her hand back to gently rub her welts and replied that after this punishment, she's certain that she will avoid further distractions from navigating. Grandad told her all was forgiven. Grandad sat down on the rock again as soon as they broke their embrace.
Amy's little nude body, stood for a moment before her mind registered what was happening. She eagerly climbed over his lap again. Grandad resumed spanking her by hand - which felt almost therapeutic after what she'd just been through. Amy's right hand quickly reached her pussy and her fingers quickly went to work. Her fingers stimulated her pussy as he continued to enflame her welts. The sensations quickly overcame her. As her breathing quickened, Amy started to shake in the convulsions of one hard orgasm after another. Grandad tightened the grip of his left arm to keep her across his lap. Several moments later, Amy relaxed, twisted in his lap to kiss his cheek.
The next morning, they finally left pavement and marked odometer readings; Amy watched the guide book with one eye and the GPS with the other. Grandad told her how important navigation was in the maze of trails with only tiny fuel reserves for any mistake - they only carried four 2.5 Gal ready-packs on the roof rack in addition to the gas tank. Amy was responsible for navigation. However, she did appear to spend a lot of time strolling through the song list on the I-pod as they went down the trail. Mid-afternoon, Amy told him to stop - something was amiss. Grandad stopped, noted the odometer reading and ask to see the guide book. Before handing it to him, she looked at the GPS coordinators and the last way-point in the book and realized they missed a turn some miles back. She handed him the book explaining the mistake. Grandad asked her how that mistake was made without sparing the anger in his voice. Amy, taken back by the sound of his voice, stammered that she must have been distracted.
Grandad said that was NOT a good reason and added that perhaps she needs to be reminded of her responsibilities. Amy sunk down in her chair. He pulled the jeep to the side of the trail, turned off the engine, stepped down and walked around to the back to grab the toy bag. He opened Amy's door and told her that she knows what she's in for. She climbed out of the jeep responding : "yes sir". He took her hand an led her over to some rocks a few dozen steps away. He sat the bag down next to a rock low enough to sit on. Amy was told to assume the position and she quickly placed herself over his lap. The warm-up was short and his hand came down on her ass with the force increasing at a rapid rate that left no doubt in Amy's mind that she was being punished. She started kicking as he continued to lay it on. After about 20 minuets, Grandpa paused long enough to let her endorphins offer a little relief. He told her to get up and remove her garments.
Grandad placed one of the closed-cell foam pads over a large rock. As Amy was restrained over that rock, she marveled how he cared for her even while he punished her. However, her attention soon shifted as the light strap came down on her forcefully with lashes alternating each cheek painfully. After 25 lashes, he paused to switch to the heavy strap. The endorphin rush had barely subsided when the strap came down across both ass cheeks forcefully. Amy exhaled a muted grown and her eyes teared up. The next one came from the other direction as she pulled against the restraints. He ordeal continued as he alternating sides with punishing lashes marking her red ass with blue/purple streaks. He paused after 20. While she was grateful for the rush, she saw him reach in the bag for the cane.
Grandad placed a leather bit in her mouth. Moments later, the cane struck with force that seemed to split her ass in half. She was still clamped down on the bit when the second one landed on her sit spot. Welts rose up from each stroke marking the path of the cane as it fell again and again. Tears ran down her cheeks to drop on the stone she was still tightly bound to. He paused after 12 strokes. Amy was a little relieved, knowing that she was only getting 24 - rather than the 30 she received the last time she angered Grandad. However, the additional dozen strokes were even more painful than the first. The relentless assault on her ass continued with the rude strokes of that pain stick. Her eyes were getting puffy, her lower lip quivered and her arms fatigued from pulling at the restraints. But the caning continued with excruciating pain.
At the conclusion of her punishment, Grandad let her up, dried her tears, put save on her closely spaced welts and held her tightly. When her lower lip stopped quivering, Amy apologized for negating her responsibilities. Grandad placed his arms around her and asked if she thought she deserved her punishment. Amy reached her hand back to gently rub her welts and replied that after this punishment, she's certain that she will avoid further distractions from navigating. Grandad told her all was forgiven. Grandad sat down on the rock again as soon as they broke their embrace.
Amy's little nude body, stood for a moment before her mind registered what was happening. She eagerly climbed over his lap again. Grandad resumed spanking her by hand - which felt almost therapeutic after what she'd just been through. Amy's right hand quickly reached her pussy and her fingers quickly went to work. Her fingers stimulated her pussy as he continued to enflame her welts. The sensations quickly overcame her. As her breathing quickened, Amy started to shake in the convulsions of one hard orgasm after another. Grandad tightened the grip of his left arm to keep her across his lap. Several moments later, Amy relaxed, twisted in his lap to kiss his cheek.
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