Erotic fiction by Rod Cayenne
Roxy, the girl from the fetish sex shop, had enjoyed watching PC Tim caning his friend Charles.
She was turned on, in short. Looking around the room, she had seen the “Bum Chum” leather strap. She insisted on using it on both Tim and Charles.
Photo © Spockings, 2011
Charles had felt it before of course, courtesy of his policeman friend. But Tim hadn’t been thrashed for a long time and frankly found the strapping very hard to take. With each blow, Roxy’s glee was apparent. She shouted at Tim that he was a wimp and a girl, as the “Bum Chum” leather strap thrashed down.
Photo © Spockings, 2011
Afterwards the three of them were lying naked in Tim’s double bed. Tim and Charles had been telling Roxy about how the thrashing of Ben for speeding had led to all sorts of sexy and disciplinary games, especially with Superintendent Sara Llewelyn.
“I can’t believe I have fallen in with such a bunch of perverts,” she laughed.
“That’s good coming from a sex worker!” PC Johnson replied jokingly.
“I’d like to meet Sara,” said Roxy, thoughtfully. “Do you think she’d take the cane from me?”
“Unlikely, I’d say,” said PC Johnson. “She’s pretty dom. Like so many of my colleagues! What do you think, Charles?”
“Hard to say. She’s full of surprises. I think she and Ben have become quite close. I think you should ask her Tim. If it’s a yes, I’d like to be in the audience!”
“Mmmmm, me too. I must say, I’d like to see her taken down a peg or two. Or a stripe or two. I’ll ask her tonight. Oh yes, I’d certainly like to watch as well…”
“Well if you can arrange it, of course you two pervs can watch. No wanking though!”
And so it was that Roxy and Sara got to meet. Sara had been intrigued when Tim told her about Roxy’s wish. Sara had drawn the line at having an audience though. Especially when one of them was from the junior ranks. At least the two guys could have a wank together…
Roxy gazed into Sara’s eyes.
“So Sara, I hear you have been getting your kicks from caning Ben and Charles. Abusing your position of trust and duty of care. Screwing around as well. Well, I am here to correct your behaviour. You will remove your uniform now!”
Soon Sara was stripped to her bra and panties.
Photo © jess&r ♥
She was unaccustomed to being ordered around, but it felt good to abandon control.
“Bend over!” Roxy ordered. Sara did as she was told only to find Roxy’s hands immediately groping her bottom. Roxy rubbed the cheeks gently for a while, then vigorously, and then delivered a resounding SLAP!
“What a naughty girl you’ve been Sara. I do believe you have been trifling with my friend Tim. That’s PC Johnson to you, of course! And then you have been hanging around with that creepy Charles! And beating his stepson! I think we’ll start with twelve of the best, don’t you?”
“Yes, Roxy. I deserve it”.
“Yes, you certainly do.”
Roxy picked up the cane. It was a beauty. With a beastly bite. She swished it around. The sound was thrilling. She put the cane down and started to strip off her own clothes until she too was just in bra and panties.
“Exceptionally bad behaviour, I’d say. Twelve very hard strokes. On a naked bottom. Get those knickers down for me!”
Photo © jess&r ♥
Once again, Roxy’s wandering hands massaged the bottom on offer to her. Her fingers strayed towards Sara’s arsehole.
“I hear your fingers have been inserted into Ben’s rectum. I think that may require additional punishment from my cane.”
“Yes, Roxy. I shouldn’t have done it, of course.”
“Of course you shouldn’t have! Don’t you think the poor boy was humiliated enough by having his arse thrashed by three different adults?”
“He’s hardly a boy. He’s 23 and all man!”
“And what do you mean by that, Sara?”
“I’ll give you nothing!”
And with that the cane swept down with a SWISH CRACK!
Sara had never been on the receiving end before. It was hell!
Roxy was enjoying this. Sara was not. She couldn’t understand how some people were turned on by being caned. She felt sick.
The caning was relentless. Her arse throbbed and throbbed. The sting was unbearable.
“Arrrgh. No more!”
“Shut up you cruel bitch!” Roxy admonished with a certain hypocrisy.
“Aaaarrrggh. PLEASE! No more!”
SWISH CRACK! SWISH CRACK!
Sara was sobbing and howling. She’d had no idea how much the cane could hurt. She felt guilty about the way she had abused Ben.
“I’m so sorry Roxy. I’ll never lay another finger on Ben.”
“And what about Charles and Tim? They are not your playthings any more either. Do I make myself clear?”
“And this anal fingering business is just disgusting. Whatever were you thinking of?”
“Oh that’s nothing. I think guys enjoy that sort of thing”.
“Well, let’s see if you enjoy that sort of thing, shall we?”
With that, Roxy wiped her finger on Sara’s moist cunt. Roxy then shoved her finger up Sara’s arsehole. Sara was suspiciously quiet. It felt good. It felt even better as Roxy moved her finger around and around and in and out!
“Six more with the cane!” Roxy announced suddenly. Somehow that would feel less good…
Story and the photo of two male arses © Rod Cayenne, 2011
Both “Bum Chum” photos © Spockings, 2011 and used by very kind permission
Solo Female photos © jess&r ♥ and used by very kind permission
Erotic fiction by Rod Cayenne
“What’s the matter, not expecting me?”
“Er no, not really. My stepdad’s not here”.
“Oh well, never mind. You going to let me in then, sonny?”
“Oh yes, of course, come right in”.
“So, Ben have you been behaving yourself?”
“Make yourself comfortable, Superintendent. I’ve certainly been trying to behave better. You know, those canings certainly made me focus. All the same, I don’t think that it’s fair that I endured those three thrashings when Wayne and Barry got off with fines and driving bans.”
“Life’s not fair, Ben. In the police you see all sorts of horrifying and unfair things. I’m not here to discuss your friends. But for what it’s worth, we are keeping a good eye on them and if they step out of line again they will get a nasty, nasty shock! All the same, you do seem to have a bit of a chip on your shoulder about it.”
“So would you, if you’d had 90 strokes of the cane!”
“See what I mean! You need to lose that grudge and that attitude, don’t you Ben? Fetch both of the canes!”
“Oh no!” Ben’s face flushed and he was on the verge of tears, “I didn’t mean it!”
“Oh yes you did! Now listen to me, Ben. You are a handsome young man. Foolish but handsome. I’m going to give you a caning as a reminder and if you take it well, then I suggest we go and celebrate in your bed. How does that sound?”
“Errrr sounds great, thank you, thank you! I’ll go and get the canes, thanks!”
He rushed upstairs and got the canes from the cupboard. The Superintendent was hot stuff but even he couldn’t believe he was so keen. This could make all the suffering worthwhile!
“Good boy. You can call me Sara. Now get all those clothes off. Except for your left sock.”
What’s with the sock thing again? Ben was puzzled. He wasn’t going to spoil things by asking though!
“OK Ben. Looking good. Nice and stiff, I see.”
She grabbed the stiff cock and pumped it a few times.
“Actually Ben, I’ve changed my mind. I think we’ll stick to Superintendent while the cane is in action,” her voice hardened as she flexed the canes. “Is that clear?”
“Er yes, Superintendent!”
“OK then Ben. Just a gentle reminder. Just twelve with this junior cane, I think,” she smiled sweetly.
Ben sighed with relief but it was short-lived as she then laughed and said, “And twelve with the senior to finish off!”
Ben wondered if she was some sort of psycho and whether entertaining her more than absolutely necessary was wise. The die was cast however, and all he could do was bend over the arm of the sofa. He thrust his arse upwards ready for the first stroke, not sure whether he was dreading or craving it.
The cane struck his bare cheeks. He squealed. He’d forgotten how much the cane stung.
She was hitting hard. Her panties were getting moist and she was looking forward to a romp in bed with Ben. She had come to admire his body. She had come to beat the hell out of it.
Meanwhile a little further down the road Ben’s stepfather Charles was lying in bed with PC Tim Johnson. Tim was wearing only a black police vest. Charles was as naked as the day he was born.
- Photo © Spockings
Tim had been thrashing Charles with a leather strap with the words “Bum Chum” on. It had hurt like blazes but the words on the strap were a neat summary of their relationship. Just then, Charles heard the front door slam. “Who on earth is that?” he asked.
“Ah, that’ll be Roxy!”
“Who the fuck is Roxy?” asked Charles, somewhat alarmed.
“The girl with the sexy arse from the fetish shop. I gave her a key. She’s delivering a couple of canes. For your bottom! I promised her she could watch.”
Bum Chum photo © Spockings, 2011 and used by very kind permission
Story and feet photo © Rod Cayenne, 2011
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