Erotic Fiction by Rod Cayenne
Summary – Caning, Adult Male/Adult unspecified
“There’s not many of us left, you know.”
“What?”
“Us old school policemen. You know, ones who can remember when the local bobby was feared and his word was rule. When a swift slap or caning was dished out unofficially.”
“Wait! You mean you used to use a cane on criminals?”
“Not criminals really. Would-be criminals. Wannabes, you’d call them nowadays. Anyway, I did use a cane. Unofficially. All the values I held dear count for nothing these days, though. It’s the end of an era. Everything’s politically correct now. I feel like I’m in some weird kind of Closing Down Sale. Such a shame. By the way, I still have a cane. Would you like to see it?”
“Ooooh, yes please Uncle!”
He went upstairs and could be heard rummaging around. Eventually he returned, with a devilish looking crook-handled cane in his hand. Coupled with his neatly pressed black uniform, he really looked the part – a real disciplinarian. He swished the cane around. What an impressive sound it made as it cut through the air.
“What do you think of this then?” he asked and laughed.
“Wooh! Wicked, Uncle! I bet that hurt! How many strokes would you give?”
“Well, six was traditional, of course, but sometimes I’d be asked to give more. Or I just decided that more was appropriate. This cane ruled the village, just as the headmaster’s one ruled the school.”
“Gosh!”
“Yes, it was a real reign of terror. Of course, as a young copper in my early 20s it helped get me the respect I was due.”
“I bet.”
“Not many repeat offenders. The courts could order birchings, too. Life was simpler and better.”
“Uncle, this may sound funny, but may I try a stroke or two of the cane?”
“Whaaat? No, definitely not! Whatever would your parents say?”
“Well, I am 22, so it’s none of their business, really, is it?”
“No, I suppose not. But the answer’s still no. I wouldn’t want to hurt you. You know – and I really shouldn’t tell you this – I always insisted on a bare bottom.”
“It’s alright Uncle. Your secret is safe with me.”
“Cheeky! It’s not a secret. But the answer’s still no. A big no, do I make myself clear?”
“Yeah” was the sulky reply.
“Good. Don’t you ever ask me again.”
Just then the phone rang in the kitchen. A long conversation followed and uncle frowned. As the call ended, he returned to the living room and picked up the cane.
“That was your dad. He tells me you’ve been smoking, drinking and swearing in the house, and that your mum is really upset.”
“Sorry, Uncle.”
“I reminded him that I had a cane. He agreed that perhaps a caning is in order, after all!”
“Oh!”
“Not so keen now, are you? Bare your bottom for me! Quickly! Now bend over the arm of the sofa.”
“Err yes, Uncle.” The sulky attitude had evaporated, to be replaced by fear and not a little excitement.
“That’s a rather nice bottom, I must say. Two strokes for smoking, two strokes for drinking in the house, and four for swearing at your mother. Eight crisp strokes for you!”
“Yes, Uncle, I’m sorry.”
“Mmm, you will be when I’ve finished with you!”
CRACK!
The first stroke landed on the naked bottom.
“AAARGH!”
“Oh do shut up. Don’t be a baby!”
CRACK!
A second, harder stroke followed.
CRACK!
“Oh, Uncle!”
The third caused a lot of squirming.
CRACK! CRACK!
“Ouch!”
Two swift strokes left bright red marks.
CRACK! CRACK!
Another brace, extra hard and the first signs of sobbing.
CRACK!
“Yeeeowch!”
The final stroke, not quite so hard perhaps, but the cumulative effect was overwhelming.
“Good! You took that well. However, you really deserved that! I think we’ll have another session at the weekend just to make sure you never swear at your mother again.”
“Yes, Uncle, sorry.”
“It’ll have to be a more severe punishment to drive the message home, I think. A dozen strokes wouldn’t be excessive, would it?”
“No Uncle, whatever you say,” said the obedient 22-year old.
“At least you know what a caning’s like now, don’t you?”
“Yes, Uncle.”
“And it’s satisfied your curiosity?”
“Oh, yes Uncle. It was horrible. What a terrible punishment.”
“Yes, yes indeed.”
He had enjoyed inflicting the cane on his young victim. He resolved to dish out beatings as often as possible in future.
“They should bring back the cane, shouldn’t they Uncle?”
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Story and photos © 2011 by Rod Cayenne
Part Two is here