“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.
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.”
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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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