When I was 11 yrs old in the 1960's I went with my dad to live with his girlfriend Jean when he split up with my mum, She had a 9 year old daughter, Janet. We got along ok but she was always a tell tale and I regularly got into trouble because of what she had said. I was usually punished with groundings and loss of pocket money but as I grew older and became more unruley Jean told my dad that she would leave him if I did not behave. My dad then bought her a cane to use on me and told me that if ever it was to be used then I would remove all my clothes fist and when naked do as I was instructed. I was caned several times this way and quite often in the presence of Janet.
When I was 15 dad and Jean went out at the weekends. I was told that Janet would be in charge and I was to do as she told me or else! Janet then instructed me that as she was in charge I would have to call her "Miss" whenever I spoke to her. She told me that she had the right to punish me for bad behaviour and would use the cane if necessary. One Friday evening we had been left alone and Janet had her friend Carol round for the evening. I felt a little embarassed calling Janet Miss in front of Carol and started to get unruley when Janet told me to go and get my cane. I froze. Surely she wouldn't use it in front of Carol. I immediately apologised for my behaviour but Janet said it was too late for that. I went to my room and returned with the cane. Janet told me to get ready and Carol stared at me whilst I removed all my clothes but my underpants. Janet said that I could expect 2 extra strokes for not taking my underpants off. I removed them and Carol giggled as I stood there naked in front of her exposing my small penis. She laughed and said her 9 yr old brother had a bigger one. Janet then told me to bend over and gave me 6 hard strokes of the cane which had me crying. She then told me to appologise to Carol for showing her my small dick and ask her to give me the two extra strokes I had earned. Carol laughed and called me "Tiddler Dick" before giving me the extra stokes which again had me crying. I then had to stand infront of them with my hands on my head for an hour before being sent to bed.
Ian Morgan