Erotic fiction by Rod Cayenne.
Jane Williams was staying with her Aunt Judy for a few weeks. It was all mum’s idea. She said Jane needed to get away from some friends who were a bad influence. She felt Jane would benefit from a stay at the seaside with her old-fashioned Aunt.
Aunt Judy had been tasked with finding Jane a summer job. She was lucky and fixed up something working in a restaurant. She had secured this through an old schoolfriend. Jane was doing reasonably well at the job, Aunt Judy was relieved to hear. However, back at the house there was a lot of friction as the two were like chalk and cheese. Jane’s room was a tip, with clothes everywhere and pieces of discarded chewing gum all over the dressing table.
One afternoon when Jane wasn’t working, Aunt Judy came to see her in her room. “Jane, we must talk.” For once, Jane wasn’t in a bad mood. She’d had a nice stroll along the beach and was enjoying the sunshine streaming through the bedroom windows.
“Sure, Auntie. What can I do for you?” Judy was a little taken aback at Jane’s uncharacteristically amiable mood. This would make things easier for Judy.
“Jane. I have spoken to Kitty – she is really pleased with you and your work in the restaurant. However you and I have a few issues, don’t we? I have had enough of your rudeness and untidiness. What you need in your life is a little more focus, motivation and discipline.”
“Sure, Auntie.” There was that annoyingly glib but submissive tone again.
“You know, when I was your age, 22, 23 or so, I was much like you. A bit of a slob.”
“Surely not?” said Jane with a lot of cheek in her voice.
“Yes, I was. Much like you, a slob, as I was saying. Fortunately my father, God rest his soul, saw that what I needed was a good bare bottom tanning!”
“Ooooh, spanking!” said Jane flippantly.
“Well yes, something like that. A bit more serious than that, actually. Motivational discipline with his school cane. I still have that cane, you know.”
Suddenly Jane sat up straight. She could see where this was leading and she didn’t like it at all. Not one bit.
“I’ll tell you what Jane,” said Judy, “I’ll just go and fetch the cane so you can take a look at it. I’m sure when you see it, you’ll realise what a good motivator it was.”
“No, there’s no need for that Auntie. I believe you.”
“It’s no trouble, Jane. I want you to see it.”
Jane gulped. She didn’t want to see it. She didn’t want to see anything beastly like that at all. She gazed around the room and thought it really did need a good tidying up.
In the bedroom next door she could hear her aunt rummaging for the cane. “Here it is Jane.” Aunt Judy called from the next room. She came back into Jane’s room flexing the cane and swishing it. What an exciting sound it made. “Take a good look at it, Jane.”
Jane reached for the cane, tentatively at first. Soon she was playing with it with a sense of fascination. She was swishing and flexing it. It certainly was an impressive item. She handed it back to her Aunt.
Judy had planned to give Jane a good beating there and then. However, she thought the cane was sobering up Jane’s attitude rapidly so perhaps the planned thrashing could be postponed, at least. Just then Judy heard a car on the drive.
“It’s Kitty – I wonder what she wants? I’d better hang this cane up. I can hardly answer the door with this in my hand!”
“No indeed!” chuckled Jane. Judy hung the cane by its crook handle on a hook on the back of the bedroom door.
Jane felt like relaxing on the bed. But her eyes kept being drawn to the cane hanging a few feet in front of her. She could almost sense a motivational power, just like Judy had attributed to it. Jane leapt up and started tidying the room. Skirts and trousers folded, bras and stinky knickers put in the washing bin. Scraping the chewing gum off the furniture was more difficult. “This is a fuckin’ bitch to remove!” Jane said to herself, “I’m not even sure I like the stuff.”
From downstairs, Jane could hear her aunt and her boss laughing together. Almost conspiratorially, she thought in a paranoid moment. She carried on tidying and the room looked a whole lot better.
Eventually, Kitty left and Jane could hear her aunt coming upstairs.
“Oh Jane! That’s wonderful, what a good job you’ve done. I’m so proud of you. Give me a hug! See, I told you that cane was a great motivator!”
“You did tell me that. It’s weird but I think I deserve a few strokes anyway. I think it would help.” She had fallen under the wicked cane’s spell.
“Jane? Jane? Are you serious? Do you know what you’re letting yourself in for?”
Jane didn’t reply. She just pulled down her knickers and bent over the edge of the bed.
“Yes OK then Jane, six of the best I think.” Judy couldn’t resist giving Jane’s bottom a quick feel. It was so smooth and unblemished. However, the cane would soon change that!
“Count them for me.”
“Three – OWWW.”
“Four – OW!”
“Five – Ooooooh.”
Judy was really getting a taste for using the cane. How enjoyable it was to watch as Jane squirmed under its cruel caress! She wanted to beat her more and more and harder and harder. Unfortunately, there was no opportunity to do that as the tariff had been agreed by both of them. She decided to make this last stroke extra hard and make it a cross stroke.
“Six! AAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHH. FUCKIN’ HELL!”
“What did you say? You filthy minx! Twelve extra!”
Photographs © jess&r and used by very kind permission
Second part is here