Erotic fiction by Rod Cayenne.
Originally titled “Aunt’s Medicine – Fourth Dose”
It was late on Friday night. Aunt Judy was in bed masturbating. She was thinking about her niece Jane and her attractive body. She was thinking about the 23 strokes of the cane she had applied to the beautiful bottom earlier that day. Her threat to double the dose turned her on more and more and as she thought about it she climaxed noisily.
In the bedroom next door, Jane was lying on her side. One hand was feeling the ridges on her caned bottom, the other was gently massaging her clit. How she loved Aunt Judy and how she loved that cane. It was just what she needed, and the regular Friday sessions were going to be painful pleasure all the way. She too was thinking about Aunt Judy’s threat to double the dose. 46 strokes didn’t bear thinking about!
The following morning the two were in the kitchen having breakfast. Both were still in their bedclothes. Judy was dunking toast in her egg as usual while Jane was pouring cereal into a bowl.
“I heard you enjoying yourself last night!” Jane blurted out to her aunt.
“You what? You what? Don’t be so damned cheeky! Anyway, you are always playing with yourself, you minx! I’m still not convinced those canings aren’t turning you on. Remember what I said about double doses”.
“Yes I remember Aunty. But we are both enjoying the sessions aren’t we? Let’s be honest!”
“So, I was right! Double for you in future, I think. Anyway, now we’re on the subject, I want to see that bum of yours. I want to see how the marks are.”
“What, here in the kitchen?”
“Yes, why not? No-one can see in the window. Bend over the table and lift up that nightie. NOW!”
Jane obliged. Her bottom bore the tell-tale tramlines of a well-applied caning. There was bruising, too. Aunt Judy couldn’t resist running her fingers over the cheeks.
“Mmmmmm that’s nice!” said Jane.
“Really!” said Aunt Judy, although whether the tone was seriously shocked or not was debatable. She started to massage the cheeks. And then she pinched each one!
“Owww! What was that for?”
“That was for my pleasure and your pain, Missy! Now listen to me. I have ordered a stiffer cane. A senior one. That should teach you a lesson or two! And also a leather spanking paddle. You will get to feel them as soon as they arrive, even if that’s before your weekly Friday session.”
“It’s not fair!”
“Of course it’s not fair! That’s half the fun. Now pull your nightie down unless you want me to tan your hide now!”
Friday soon came around and both were looking forward to the caning. The new implements had not arrived, so Jane was instructed to fetch the old cane from the hook on the bedroom door.
“How many do you want?” Aunt Judy asked. This was of course a trick question. She would double whatever number Jane came up with.
“Er, well I’ve been pretty good this week. So maybe six would be sufficient as a reminder.”
“No I don’t think so. A double dose is due, but a double six is nothing. It will be more. I will decide as you are being so coy. Bend over!”
Jane bent submissively, thrusting her naked cheeks up ready for her aunt’s discipline.
“I’m sorry Jane. Thinking about it, these will be extra hard ones for you.”
“Why is that?”
“Why not?” her aunt laughed. “And it will be twelve doubled up to 24! The most you’ve ever had. So far, of course. Count them out for me.”
Swish-CRACK
The first one was not too bad. Jane was surprised and a little disorientated.
“You forgot to count. That stroke doesn’t count. Here it comes again!”
Swish-CRACK
“One, Auntie.”
Swish-CRACK
“Two.”
Swish-CRACK
“Oooooh.”
“You forgot to count again. So we are back at two.”
Swish-CRACK
“Three.”
Swish-CRACK
“Four – Owwww.”
Swish-CRACK
“Five.”
Swish-CRACK
“Six.”
Aunt Judy was playing a game. The strokes weren’t any harder than usual. In fact they were quite mild. But that was about to change…
Swish-CRACK!
“AAAAAAARRRRGGGHHH!”
“Seven.”
Swish-CRACK!
“OWWWWWWW.”
“Eight.”
Swish-CRACK!
“Nine.”
Swish-CRACK!
“AAAAAAAARRRRGH. Ten.”
Swish-CRACK!
“Eleven.”
“Stick that bottom out for me, Sweetie.”
Swish-CRACK!
“AARGH – Twelve.”
“You’re doing well, sweetie!” Aunt Judy said. “We’ll take a break there. Or rather I will. You stay where you are and keep that arse ready for my cane.”
Jane heard the kettle being filled and put on. What a nerve! Aunt Judy was making tea.
“Do you want a cup, sweetie?”
“Errr, no thanks. Can we get on with it?”
“Don’t be so cheeky. You’ll get the rest of your beating when I am good and ready.”
Judy pottered around the kitchen for a couple more minutes while Jane remained bent over with her bottom offered up for the next twelve strokes. Eventually her aunt emerged, with a cup in her left hand and the whippy cane in her right hand.
“Mmmm, nice arse!” Aunt Judy cackled. She put down the cup and the cane and started massaging Jane’s striped cheeks. Jane found the attention welcome, and quickly became moist down below. Aunt Judy couldn’t help but notice, especially as Jane began to moan gently with pleasure. “Yes, you and I could have a lot of fun together, couldn’t we?” Judy said. “But first things first. That arse needs a good, hard whipping!”
SWISH-CRACK!
“Oooh, thirteen Auntie.”
SWISH-CRACK!
“Owwww, fourteen.”
“Oh, I’m really enjoying this, Jane. Your bottom was made for the cane. It’s just perfect.”
“Why, thank you. I think!”
SWISH-CRACK!
“AAAAAAAARRRGGH. Fifteen.”
SWISH-CRACK!
“Sixteen.”
“Stick it out for me girl!”
SWISH-CRACK!
“Seventeen.”
SWISH-CRACK!
“OWWWWWWWWWW. Eighteen.”
“Just another six, sweetie. Ready?”
“Oooh yes, Auntie. Make them hard please.”
Judy did not need any encouragement. She sighed as she flexed the cane.
SWISH-CRACK!
“AAAAAAARRGH. Nineteen!”
SWISH-CRACK!
“Twenty!”
Jane was breathing heavily.
SWISH-CRACK!
“Twenty one.”
SWISH-CRACK!
“AAARGH. Twenty two!”
SWISH-CRACK!
“No – Owwwwwwwww! Twenty three.”
SWISH-CRACK!
“Twenty four! Oh thank you, Auntie. Thank you!”
Aunt Judy didn’t need thanking. She threw down the cane and started to massage the beaten cheeks again. How contented aunt and niece were.
Later that day, Jane was checking her stripes in the mirror of the toilet at work. Kitty came in, as Jane had forgotten to lock the door.
“My, my Jane. Looks like you have had a good beating!”
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Picture © jessandr and used by very kind permission
Story © Rod Cayenne, 2011
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