Originally titled “Another Dose Of Aunt’s Medicine”
Aunt Judy reflected on the caning she had administered. There was no doubt she had enjoyed giving it and had derived some sexual gratification from it. Guilt consumed her for a while. She had considered cutting up the cane so that she wouldn’t be tempted to beat Jane again. Going into the garage, she found a saw and was about to destroy the cane when its motivational power sprung back into her mind. Her father’s canings had done her good, and she felt that Jane would benefit from her recent discipline session. Best not to cut it up, then, just in case further motivation was required. Judy decided to leave the cane in the garage so that it wouldn’t dwell in her thoughts while she was in the house.
A couple of weeks later, things were on the slide again. Jane’s attitude was back and her bedroom was untidy again. At this point, Aunt Judy regretted that the two women had not discussed the caning more. The truth was, that after increasing the number of strokes from six to eighteen, Aunt Judy had felt beastly afterwards. She was embarrassed at what she had done. So the caning wasn’t really discussed.
Judy felt she had to ring Kitty to see how Jane was doing at work. Judy hadn’t told Kitty about the caning, and she doubted that Jane would have mentioned it either. A quick call to Kitty soon established that there wasn’t a problem at work. Aunt Judy was upset, clearly this was a personal issue between aunt and niece. She then decided to ring Jane’s mum to see if there had been any talk of the problems and the caning. The matters had evidently not been discussed, and Jane had never been happier!
Judy’s mind was in turmoil. She felt the cane calling her to return it to the house. She went to the garage and fetched the cane. Jane was still out. Judy swished the cane a few times. Yes, it was very exciting, and her panties became moist as she played with the cane. Should she beat Jane or not? Something was telling her just to hang the cane back on the hook on Jane’s bedroom door. So she did.
That evening, Aunt Judy visited Jane in her room. Jane was looking flushed, and may have just been masturbating.
Judy sat on the bed. “I see the cane is back,” said Jane.
“Yes it is. It seems to me that some motivational guidance may be needed again.”
“I’ll think about it,” said Jane.
Judy should have been enraged. Here was Jane calling the shots again! Judy thought about slicing into her with the cane there and then. But just the presence of the cane seemed to calm both women.
“OK sweetie, make sure you do,” said Aunt Judy and she kissed he niece tenderly, “make sure you do.”
Later that night, Aunt Judy put her head around the door, only to find that Jane was already asleep. Amazingly her niece was lying there, cuddled up with the cane in bed! Jane’s hand was on her crotch, perhaps she had been comforting herself again…
The following night, the same thing happened. Jane was cuddled up with the cane, looking very contented.
Next morning the two women were enjoying breakfast together. Judy was dunking the crust of a piece of toast in her egg. “Jane, it’s not like you to be shy. There’s something you want to ask me, isn’t there?”
Jane sighed, “Yes, you’re right of course, Auntie. I need some discipline again don’t I? Will you cane me again please?”
“Of course, sweetie!” Aunt Jane kissed her on her lips. “Up to your room, NOW!”
Soon Jane was bent submissively over the bed. “Auntie, I’d like you to pull them down, please.”
“OK sweetie, how do you want to play it this time?”
Both women recognised that this was a game as well as punishment.
“Well I thought, instead of a fixed number of strokes, why don’t you list each fault and then whack me for it?”
“Erm yes, if that’s what you want. First – UNTIDY ROOM!”
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Many people use the rattan cane in their adult relationships. Sometimes this is for domestic discipline. Others use it to spice up their sex lives. Some just like recreating experiences from long ago. You will find fictional stories here which explore these themes. All the characters are aged 18 or over.
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