She was fifteen when she was picked up by the police. She had run away from home and really messed up. The sentence was harsh, but there was a way out. Her uncle offered her an apprenticeship in his company. And under his cane, she turned from a girl into a woman.

Her home was not a place where a teenager should grow up. There was no sense of security here. She just kind of grew up dreaming of a better future. Meanwhile, her mother led a life of booze, beer and wine, while her father shagged around the world and was rarely at home.

Patrizia had never had a proper upbringing. There was no one who really cared about her. No one she had to obey. No one to set her rules. No mother to keep an eye on her and keep her on the right path and no father to punish her and for whom she had respect. No adult to look after her and prevent her from falling in with the wrong crowd.

But there was a friend who looked after her. He was considerably older than her, but he gave her the guidance she craved. He appreciated the young thing who obeyed his every word. He was also the one for whom she opened her legs. The first time rather timidly, but then greedy for love, or what she thought was love. She was fucked a lot during this time, what man doesn’t have fun with a teenager who is curious about life and yet still has so much to learn?

So fifteen-year-old Patrizia left home. She simply packed up her few belongings and moved in with the man of her dreams. Without looking back, because there was nothing to mourn. But with butterflies in her stomach and the feeling that she had found the love of her life.

But things changed. At some point, she found herself in the middle of the milieu. She was smoking pot like all the others. She took chrystal meth when the big rave party was back on Saturday. But at some point, her boyfriend demanded something in return for looking after her. She was supposed to smuggle drugs for him. A naive girl who was supposed to prove her love. A drug mule who was careless …

… and was caught.

It was a routine case for the police. Patrizia was arrested and ended up in a cell. She was interrogated and, terrified, admitted everything. She had no idea what the consequences of her actions would be. And she was firmly convinced that her boyfriend would get her out of this mess.

But he never turned up again and what had to happen, happened. She encountered an annoyed judge and was sentenced to a harsh juvenile sentence.

But she was lucky, even if she didn’t see it that way at first. The tables turned and everything turned out very differently. Her father had a brother and he suddenly turned up and took care of the pretty young girl. He suggested that she could do an apprenticeship. She would be in good hands at his company. And she could live with him and his family, because where she came from was definitely not the right place for her.

She agreed, because given the choice between prison and work, the decision was easy for her. The sentence was reduced to probation and her uncle took on the role that would actually have been her father’s job. However, she knew that all it would take was one relapse and she would actually have to serve her juvenile sentence.

Her uncle was completely different to her father. He was a man of principle. He told her in no uncertain terms what she should and shouldn’t do. And he determined that there were things in her life for which she needed his express permission. He even told her how to dress and shopping in the city only took place in the presence of his wife, whom she addressed as aunt. She saw it as the price she had to pay to escape the otherwise inevitable juvenile detention center.

One evening, her uncle called her into his office. He looked serious and drew her attention to a transgression she had committed during the day. Her aunt had assigned her a task and she had failed to do what was expected of her. „Sit down, was his order and she knew she had a problem. He had never spoken to her in that tone before.

It was at this moment that Patrizia noticed what was lying warningly on the desk. It was a full-grown cane, a good finger thick and almost a meter long. It was just lying there and magically attracted her gaze.

She had never been beaten before. At least not really. Her mother had occasionally given her a few rough slaps on the bottom. She had received the odd slap from her father. But now, for the first time, she felt a sense of fear. Something in her stomach tightened. Her buttocks twitched imperceptibly without her wanting them to. A cane was something completely different from a slap in the face or a few blows with the flat of her hand.

This was followed by a lengthy sermon. Her uncle made it clear to her that she lived in his house and therefore had to follow his rules. He listed once again what she was and was not allowed to do, what she was allowed to do and what she had to ask permission for. His word was her law, was the message. And that applied equally to her aunt.

„When she tells you to take the laundry out of the washing machine and hang it on the dryer, you do it. And not at some point, but immediately. If she wants you to help her in the kitchen, you’ll drop everything and follow her instructions. Do we understand each other?“

She was not really free as long as she lived with her uncle, Patrizia was more than aware of that. But her life in her uncle’s house was still better than having to endure three years in juvenile prison.

„Take a good look at him, Patrizia,“ were her uncle’s words. He had stood up and was looking down at her. He held the dreaded cane in his hand and once again created this previously unknown wave of fear that made her body tremble.

„I promise you, if I hear one more complaint about you, you’ll feel it. And now go to your room. You won’t leave it before dinner.“

With that, he left the room and the reprimanded girl made her way upstairs to the room that would be her home for the next few years.

But Patrizia had grown up without rules and found it difficult to be told what to do and what not to do. She was already sixteen and felt more like a woman than ever. After all, she had already felt a man inside her and knew all too well what sex felt like. She was therefore reluctant to be treated like a little girl at her uncle’s house and the more she thought about it, the more she missed the freedom she had enjoyed, at least up until now. The freedom to go to the disco and dance the night away. The freedom to take stuff and feel wonderfully horny afterwards. The freedom of having a man and being fucked almost every day.

Because Patrizia was extremely pretty, the young men in her uncle’s company naturally became aware of her over time. They courted her and she liked it. She received little gifts and was happy about them. She made friends with a colleague who was also doing an apprenticeship and was not much older than her. She met up after work for an after-work hour. She enjoyed her little freedoms, for which she had dutifully obtained permission.

Until that Saturday night, when the band at the top of her favorites list was in town. Patrizia danced with joy when she was given permission to attend the announced concert. But she must have overlooked the restriction her uncle had made as a condition. „You’ll be home at eleven sharp,“ were his words, but they didn’t reach her consciousness due to the sheer anticipation.

And so it was well past midnight when sixteen-year-old Patrizia finally got home. The house was dark, she realized with horror, and only now did she really realize that she was way past her deadline and had a problem.

She crept quietly into the house. Nothing stirred when she finally reached her room. Everyone was asleep, she realized with some relief. But she had a restless night and opened her eyes early on Sunday morning. Would being late have consequences? Had she even noticed that it was past midnight when she finally opened the front door quietly? Maybe she was lucky, she told herself. Maybe her uncle had gone to bed early and didn’t even know when his foster daughter had come home. Maybe …

She got up and went to the bathroom to relieve herself. When she came back, she opened the curtains to let in the morning sun. When she turned around, she was startled.

She saw it immediately. The dreaded cane was lying right next to her bed on a small sideboard. As thick as a finger and almost a meter long. All her hopes of a mild outcome to her nightly misdemeanor were erased from her mind in an instant. The brutal reality took possession of her. She had broken a clear rule, she realized with crystal clarity. Her misstep had not gone undetected. She would feel the cane.

Patrizia crawled under her comforter. She was scared. For a moment, she thought about leaving the house. The young colleague had clearly shown his interest in her. Maybe she should just run away from home a second time. What could possibly happen?

A lot could happen. Her uncle knew who she was at the concert with. He could look for her. He could phone around until he knew where she was. He could even alert the police, because she was still not of legal age. And it was precisely this thought that gave her pause. What the police knew, the judge would also know sooner or later, she concluded. And he would simply find that she had broken the terms of her probation and enforce the original sentence.

But Patrizia was unable to finish her thoughts. She heard footsteps outside the door. The inevitable began. Her uncle stood under the doorframe and looked at the disobedient girl silently and reproachfully. He still did not make a sound. With one step he was at her bedside and with a tug he had pulled the protective comforter from her body. It was summer and, as always, she was wearing a thin nightgown. But now she felt as if she was as good as naked.

Her uncle looked down at her silently. Of course, he realized once again that he was dealing with a very pretty girl. For a moment he also thought about the fact that it was not his daughter, but that of his friend. But he quickly shook off his male instincts. This little girl here was nothing more than a slutty girl who should have been beaten to death by her father long ago. But her father couldn’t control his own urges and had a frustrated, drunken woman at home while he satisfied his lust elsewhere.

In two steps, he was at the head of Patrizia’s bed. The ornate headboard made of gleaming gold brass was ideal for a teenage girl’s bedroom. Until a few months ago, his daughter, who was now studying in Tübingen, had lived here. She was a girl a father could be proud of and he was convinced that it was his cane that had played a decisive role in her graduating from high school with top marks and was now on her way to a great future.

There had been a phase when he had had to chastise his girl again and again and the two leather cuffs that were attached to the metal at the bottom of the headboard of her bed were from that time. Patrizia probably hadn’t even noticed them yet. But she would soon realize that they existed and what they were for.

„Turn on your stomach,“ were the only words he uttered. He waited until she had hesitantly and slowly complied with his request. Then he roughly grabbed her left wrist and a few moments later it was pinned to the head of the bed. He did the same with her right hand. And looked down at her with satisfaction. Her nightgown had ridden up slightly, exposing most of her thighs. He wondered whether he should tie her legs too, but then decided against it. It was somehow an arousing sight to see them wriggling wildly while he drew one welt after another on her buttocks.

A tug on her nightgown was enough to expose her bottom. This was exactly how he wanted her. Lying on her stomach, her buttocks were not tensed and the cane met elastic, soft flesh, which ideally cushioned the force of the blow.

He knew she had never felt the cane and he was determined to make sure she would remember his handwriting for the rest of her life.

Patrizia trembled as she followed his every move while he grabbed the cane. He let the hard yet flexible wood swish through the air once or twice and grinned with satisfaction when he noticed how she instinctively pinched her buttocks each time.

The first blow felt like a cut with a knife. Patrizia felt as if her bottom was being cut in two. She screamed loudly and uninhibitedly. Her legs went into an uncontrolled twitch as she reared up and used all her strength to digest the unexpectedly painful blow. This was different from her mother’s flat hand and it wasn’t just because she was hacked to the navel and absolutely nothing cushioned the force of the blow.

She regretted the recklessness of not being home at the agreed time last night. She regretted it deeply, but she knew it would do her no good.

The second blow seemed to be even harder and penetrated deep into her body. The cane used to be used at every school. She had read about girls who were sent home in pain to receive a spanking with their father’s leather strap in addition to the cane. How could a girl endure that?

Patrizia screamed so loudly that the whole house could hear it. Her buttocks twitched and her whole body was a sea of pain. At some point, she no longer even noticed the individual blows. She only felt a burning fire and her uncle saw that she was losing all control over her body and wetting the bed. But he only stopped when he had reached the decisive point. When her initial shrieking had turned into helpless whimpering. When the first words came from her lips and she begged for forgiveness. When he was convinced that she had learned her lesson and would be the most obedient girl on earth, at least for a while.

He took three more long swings and then let go of her.

Then he freed her from her bonds and left the twitching and howling woman to her own devices.

„Breakfast is in an hour and you’re grounded for the rest of the week,“ he said before leaving the room.