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she could to put off returning home to bend for the cane.
Actually, Alicia agreed she should be disciplined, after all, she
should have remembered her promise to babysit for the Ashdowns, but
Alicia didn't really think they needed to be there to watch her
bare ass be striped by the yellow cane that her mum kept in the
hall closet.
    A knock on her window caused Alicia to jump
in her seat. Her fright did not last long, as she realized it was a
patrol officer who spotted her car broke down on the roadside.
    “ Miss, is there a problem?”
    “ Yes officer. My car, I think it’s the engine
clunked out,” She demurely bit her lip, while batting her big blue
eyes. “I really need to be home.”
    “ Out late.” The officer stated.
    She found herself blushing, the patrolman
wasn’t that much older than her, and he was pretty good looking on
top of it. “I really shouldn't be,” she purred, somehow Alicia
always went into seductress mode. “My mum's expecting me home an
hour ago.”
    The patrol officer didn't seem fazed by her
flirty eyes, or her abundant cleavage. Rather, he radioed into his
superior and returned to her window, said. “I'll tell you what.
We'll wait for the tow truck, and then I’ll be sure to escort you
home safely.”
    “ Thank you.” Alicia managed even as all sorts of
embarrassing thoughts went through her head.
    While they waited for the tow, Alicia began
to chat him up, such was her nature, and got his name. Greg Alban,
only twenty-one. Naturally Greg asked whatever had set Alicia's mum
off, and so she could not help but recount the whole sordid affair
to the good looking Constable... though being sure to leave off the
bit about going home to be caned for her mistakes.
     
     
     
     

Part 3. Peel'm
Off
     
    Greg, true to his word escorted Alicia to her
front door.
    “ Well, this is it.” Alicia bit her lip; she
lingered beside the young patrol officer. All sorts of dreadful
thoughts crossed her mind. Any second now, her mum might open the
door, cane in hand, and truly embarrass her. “I'll just be going in
now.” She said hoping he'd go before things got awkward. Instead
Greg waited, expecting something.

    “ I gather, you're in hot water for tonight.” Greg
said in an attempt to break the uneasy silence.
    Understatement , she thought, but only answered:
“Yup.”
    “ So I was wondering – “
    “ Yes Greg?” Alicia blushed
    “ Might I have you're mobile number?”
    “ Ah – Sure!” She smiled, and quickly scribbled it
inside his offered notepad.
    Pleased, patrolman Greg Alban sauntered back
to his car, leaving Alicia starry eyed on her doorstep thinking of
how sweet he had been.
    “ Missy you'd best get inside.”
    Alicia turned to find her mum; a stern
expression creased her face at the open door.
    Going on in, Alicia found a smallish audience
there awaiting the main event – her corporal punishment. Daniel,
and Lisa Ashdown, the young couple from next door who were new
parents of the newborn she had been expected to babysit waited
beside her father in the lounge. A quick glance, and Alicia noticed
that the flexible yellow cane rested on the plush, semicircular
white leather sofa.
    Instantly Alicia turned focused on the
Ashdowns, as sincerely as she could, she attempted to apologize for
blowing them off. “I really should have been more mindful. My
friends just all wanted to go out to party a bit. That's no excuse
for what I did.”
    “ Alicia,” Mr. Ashdown said. “We accept your
apology. Up until now you've been a very good babysitter. Your mum
told us however she thinks you deserve a reminder of how badly you
screwed up tonight, and I can't say I disagree.”
    Resolved to the fact of her public
punishment, Alicia nodded.
    “ OK then Missy, peel'm off.” Commanded Alicia’s
mother.
    Alicia sat down on the sofa's edge, and
unzipped her spike heeled boots, which she pulled off to reveal
polished pink toe nails clad in smoky nylons. As she stood up, and
turned to face the