Erotic fiction by Rod Cayenne.
Again and again the evil cane struck her fleshy, unprotected buttocks. She was crying gently, but still offering the cheeks up submissively for the cane. For my part, I don’t think I’d ever enjoyed administering a caning more than this one. Those cheeks begged for the cane, and begged for it hard. I was happy to oblige. It seemed as if every stroke made my cock harder. My excitement was building, and suddenly I came! I could feel my underwear and jeans fill with hot, sticky spunk. It was time to finish the caning. I gave her a couple of extra hard strokes and said “Enough for now, my love.”
I had promised her a good fuck after the caning, but this was going to be a bit embarrassing, now that I had already shot my load. She soon realised what had happened. She pulled my jeans and briefs down to reveal all. “I’m sorry darling,” I said, “I was just too excited this time.”
“So I see,” she replied, adopting an uncharacteristically stern tone, “you are a very naughty boy!” She then suggested that I should be caned for being so selfish! That’s all very well, I thought to myself, but I’d never really been on the receiving end…
She was quite insistent, and I was so ashamed that I felt I had no choice but to bend over the chair. She got stuck in straight away with a vicious stroke that felt like I’d been cut in half. I leapt up in horror, clutching my behind.
“Get back down immediately!” she demanded. “You will count the strokes from now on – and that one won’t count.”
I wasn’t sure how many strokes she would give me. I had given her perhaps thirty to forty before my cock had exploded. Surely she wouldn’t give me that many? On the other hand, maybe I should have been able to take at least as many as she had.
“As this is presumably your first caning, you will be getting a dozen. I will enjoy this but you had better not,” she said. The first of the dozen cracked down on my arse cheeks. Oh the sting! And then I forgot to count, so she started from one again. A quick thwack and it landed on almost the same spot as the last.
“One!” I counted hurriedly.
“Ask for the next stroke, boy!” was her reply as she was getting to enjoy her new role.
“Please may I have the next stroke?” I asked.
“Very well boy,” she said “but each time you will ask for the next stroke to be harder. Is that clear?” So that was her game! I’d thought a dozen was going to be quite lenient, but how wrong and how sorry I would be. The cane thrashed down mercilessly again and again.
Female pictures © jess&r, used by very kind permission
Story © 2011 by Rod Cayenne