Erotic fiction by Rod Cayenne
“Well Ben, the day of reckoning has come! You will take your final 30 strokes like a man today. But you have to promise not to behave like a boy any more. Otherwise the three of us will be down on you like a ton of bricks,” the Superintendent smiled sadistically.
“Or a ton of canes,” his stepfather Charles added. They chuckled.
PC Tim Johnston joined in, “Today Sara will give you ten strokes, Charles will give you ten strokes, and I will give you ten strokes. These may be the last strokes of the cane you will ever experience. But it’s up to you.”
“Take all your clothes off!” demanded the Super, “except for your underpants and your right sock.” Things were getting weird.
“Bend over the stool.” She pulled his underpants part way down and groped his arse cheeks. “Ready for your worst ever caning, Ben?”
“Yes, I’m ready,” the humbled 23-year-old replied.
She picked up the junior cane and waved it under his nose. “I want complete silence and complete obedience from you. Is that clear?”
“Yes, perfectly clear, Superintendent,” Ben replied, although he felt sure he wouldn’t be able to remain silent. Secretly he relished the challenge and was beginning to enjoy the humiliation from this dominant lady.
He was expecting the first stroke but instead she waved something else under his nose. It was a pair of scissors! Surely she wasn’t going to trim his pubic hair? But no, instead she snipped at his underwear, until it fell to the ground.
“I will keep these underpants as a souvenir. Of a very naughty boy.” She sniffed them and then stuffed them in her pocket.
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
Ben was finding it hard to keep quiet under the stinging caress of the cane.
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
“AAAARRGH!” Ben cried.
“Ben, I am very disappointed. I told you to be quiet. These are meant to be your last strokes of the cane, but you can’t even follow a simple instruction. No! Don’t speak, don’t apologise, just stick that arse out for me!”
He duly stuck his arse out submissively for the last strokes.
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK! SWISH-CRACK!
It was over. Or rather, her part of the caning was. She smiled and laughed, “That was fun. Charles is taking over now. He is less experienced with the cane. His aim may not be so good. Consequently, he will be using the senior cane today. You can make as much noise as you want for these.”
SWISH-CRACK!
Ben was feeling humiliated but also a touch defiant. He decided he would try to be silent for these ones too.
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
That one was agony as it wrapped around his thigh.
SWISH-CRACK!
“AAAARRGH!” his resolve was broken as another poorly aimed stroke hit his thigh.
SWISH-CRACK!
“OWWWWWW!”
SWISH-CRACK!
He grunted.
SWISH-CRACK!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGH!”
SWISH-CRACK!
“AAARRRRGH!”
SWISH-CRACK!
“Arrrrrgh!”
“Very good, son,” Charles said to his stepson. “I enjoyed that, which may not be such good news for you!” The three disciplinarians laughed at this.
Now PC Johnson picked up the junior cane.
“Let’s review things, shall we Ben?” he said.
SWISH-CRACK!
“You are being beaten for your total disregard of the law.”
SWISH-CRACK!
“You are being beaten as an alternative to a custodial sentence.”
SWISH-CRACK!
“You are being beaten for our entertainment and pleasure. Isn’t that right, Sara?”
“Oh yes! Do it harder my love!” she replied.
SWISH-CRACK! SWISH-CRACK!
Ben was in tears now.
SWISH-CRACK!
“AAARGGGH!”
“The Superintendent will review your punishment to decide whether it is sufficient or whether more is required.”
SWISH-CRACK!
“Your friends aren’t getting the luxury of this alternative.”
SWISH-CRACK!
“Perhaps prison awaits them.”
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
Today’s 30 strokes had been delivered. It was over – or was it? What Ben didn’t know was that his friends would get off comparatively lightly.
“I am satisfied with the punishment, Ben,” said the Superintendent. “All charges are dropped.”
“Oh, thank you!” said Ben.
“Don’t interrupt me or I may just change my mind,” she continued. “I suggest nonetheless, that we reconvene in a month or so to review your general behaviour. In the meantime Charles, you have the canes should they be required. And don’t forget Tim here is just up the road if you need any assistance.” She winked wickedly.
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©2011 by Rod Cayenne
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Caning & Spanking @ The Canery 
Hi there. Hope you enjoyed this one, although I feel “Duty Of Care” has run its course for now. I have left the story open just in case I feel like adding another episode later.
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After the 30 strokes, 10 each from the Superintendent, PC Tim, and his Uncle Charles, I doubt Ben will break the law again, or will he? Great story, although I’m still mystified why the Superintendent ordered him to leave his right sock on. Taking Ben’s underpants as a souvenir is a nice touch. I recently had a naughty boy who did the same thing!!
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Hello Jonathan
Thanks for the comment and your continuing support. It means a lot to me.
Yes, what is that sock business all about? Maybe she did it just because she had the power to. Or maybe it was some masonic type thing? I guess we’ll never know, unless Part 6 does materialise…
Rod of The Canery
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Well yes, the mystery of the right sock still remains a cliffhanger, but it can only be hoped you solve the mystery in part 6, which you are now under pressure to write. You can’t leave your readers in suspense, or in some cases, suspenders!! Great story.
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I think 30 strokes of the cane that’s a bit too mach to tolerate without to make a loud high cry in pain.
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Hello freecroma!
Thank you for the comment. During the course of the 5 parts of this story, he has endured 3 lots of 30 strokes so may be getting used to it! In the current part, 20 of the strokes were with the junior cane. I wonder what other readers think?
Rod
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