Erotic fiction by Rod Cayenne
photo: Iglesias
SWISH-CRACK!
Her rear end was on fire.
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
“OWWW!”
“Quiet!”
SWISH-CRACK!
“AARGH!”
“I said quiet!”
SWISH-CRACK!
“AAAARGH!”
“You are making a lot of noise! Too much noise. Six more!”
SWISH-CRACK!
“AARGH!”
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
The cries had been replaced by sobs.
“That’s more like it. A nice, quiet girl who’s truly sorry! But six more won’t hurt, will it?”
“No!”
“Yes, six more. No arguing or it will be even more.”
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
“Argh! No more please!”
“Six more!”
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
“Six more!”
“Don’t you think I’ve had enough?”
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
The sobbing had been replaced by a gentle, contented mewing sound. The cane was placed in front of her on the bed. It looked so innocent with its finely curved handle and elegantly slim shaft. She would have to get a cane for home. After all, there was no telling when the existing arrangement might end.
The cane had brought an immense amount of pain to her naked cheeks. They were covered in tell-tale red tramlines. Soon there would be visible bruising. Yes, this peach of a bottom would be sore for some while. However, the cane had also brought her pleasure, for her pussy was moist and her face was flushed. She got up gingerly and looked around for her skimpy knickers.
“Same time next week?”
“Yes please!”
“Good girl! I’ll just put it in my diary. Oh ho, looks like I’m quite busy next week!”
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Story © 2012 by Rod Cayenne
Regular bare bottom canings across that peachy bottom are a must. Great story.
This was just a quickie, but I’m really pleased with it anyway. I’m glad you enjoyed it Jonathan.