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Erotica by guest author Fred Spankmanbare
When I had got dressed again after being soundly whipped by both Pat and her friend Ann (see “My First Public Caning“), we asked Ann if she had started spanking her husband yet. We reminded her that she had told us the first time, when they had both spanked me with the bathbrush a few weeks previously (see “My First Public Spanking”), that she had always been interested in marital spanking but hadn’t ever got into it. I remarked that she had spanked me, and whipped me, very enthusiastically – and skillfully – (Pat said that she agreed with that!), so we asked whether she had introduced her husband Tony to marital discipline.
Ann said that she hadn’t yet, but that now that she had tried it on me she would certainly introduce it in her house. She had been noting all instances of Tony’s misbehaviour, and planned to tell him that he had a simple choice – no more sex for at least a month, or accept her discipline from now on. She told us she had already bought a spanking brush, and would produce it as soon as Tony had returned from his business trip. She said she was sure he would accept those terms!
“And after I’ve soundly spanked his bare bottom”, she said, “I’m going to show him what’s in store for future punishments. Would you might terribly if I asked for the loan of one of your canes, until I can get one of my own?”
Pat was glad to do so, and lent Ann her straight cane. “Try this one”, she told Ann, “and use it as necessary. Let me have it back some time; no rush. I’d prefer not to lend you the crook-handled cane, because that’s my favourite and I wouldn’t want to part with it, even for a loan, because I always like to have it ready for use whenever necessary”. The three of us smiled knowingly, and the thought made me carefully rub my bottom again. “Oooh yes”, I told Pat, “I’ll always bare and bend for your cane whenever you want me to. I always know its needed”.
“Don’t be afraid to use both on him, the cane as well as the hairbrush, even if it is his first time”, I told Ann. “I always feel much better after a good caning. It brings great emotional release”. “OK”, Ann replied, “That’s good to know. I like using the cane, but also the hairbrush or bathbrush. Should I start him with a hand spanking, though?” Pat said that she gave up giving me hand-spankings a long time ago. “It stings my hand too much, before his bottom has even started to go pink, let alone red.” I agreed. “I find Pat’s hand-spanking just isn’t severe enough”, I said. “It doesn’t give my naughty bottom the discipline it needs because it lacks the power of the hairbrush or the lovely clean burn of the cane”.
So Ann went home with Pat’s straight cane, the one Pat had first caned me with all those years ago when we had started my physical correction therapy, the cane that had led to really great sex on the many occasions that Pat had applied it thoroughly and skilfully to my well-deserving bare bottom. It was good to think it was now going to be used at the beginning of another couple’s entry to the spanking lifestyle.
All content © 2012 by Fred Spankmanbare, used here by very kind permission of the author.
Erotic fiction by your host Rod Cayenne
Cousins Tim, 58, and George, 59 were clearing out the loft of recently deceased Uncle Bernie. Their families had been left the property and a decision had been reached to sell the place. Uncle Bernie had been a hoarder, so it had taken days to clear the main part of the house, and his garden sheds.
They had been taking it in turns, one in the loft passing stuff down, and the other assessing what to do with it. Tim was passing items down to George when he said “Let’s have a break for lunch. At least let’s get a sandwich from Wendy’s café.”
“I think I’d rather go to the Rose And Crown.”
“OK, but no overdoing the drinking, we need to clear this place.”
Over pie and chips at the pub, the two cousins reminisced about Uncle Bernie. He was an affable sort of chap, in a strict sort of way. Sometimes the cousins had spent weeks with him, both together, and alone.
“Do you remember when he caught us two playing doctors and nurses?”
“Remember? How could I ever forget? My bottom was sore for ages! I got a dozen with the cane! If I remember correctly, he let you off with just 10!”
“He did give me 10. But I didn’t think that was particularly lenient. His canes are in the loft.”
“His canes are in the loft. I just saw them. All three of them.”
“Oh right! I’d like to see them when we get back. Maybe break each one into two!”
“Hey, steady on! They’re family heirlooms!”
“Well we can’t split them 50:50. That would be one and a half each!”
“You know young Wayne could use a good hiding! Not allowed though, are we?”
“No indeed. ‘Princess’ Tanya could use taking down a peg or two as well!”
“Anyway, sup up your drink, let’s get back to work!”
Back at the house the two men headed toward the loft. Both were jovial after a couple of beers at the pub.
“Fetch the canes, Tim!” George commanded his cousin.
A couple of minutes later, Tim appeared with three crook-handled school canes, and a big grin on his face!
The two cousins examined the canes, swishing them through the air and patting them on their hands.
“You are still owed two strokes Tim!” George suddenly reminded his younger cousin.
“Yes, I suppose you’re right. It’s only fair. But not too hard mind!”
“You’ll get them as hard as I got them. On your underpants! Drop your trousers now! Then over the arm of this sofa!”
George selected the thinnest cane and flexed it in front of Tim. Then he raised the cane for the first stroke.
“That wasn’t too bad, George. Thanks. I enjoyed it in a funny kind of way. How about giving me another six of the best?”
“OK naughty boy, but they will be on the bare!” Quickly George yanked Tim’s briefs down.
Tim’s cock was growing stiff. George was also struggling to contain an erection.
“Gosh, that was beastly!” said Tim.
“You took them well, I thought you’d cry out!” said George. “Perhaps you’d better give me six to even things up?”
“Yes OK,” said Tim, rubbing his striped bottom and then pulling his trousers up. “Bend over for me boy!” He picked up the same thin cane. George bared his bottom for Tim.
“Owww!” cried George. Clearly the older cousin was a big wimp!
“Shut up boy and take your medicine like a man!” Tim commanded.
George jumped up.
“Shit, that hurt like the devil!”
Tim just laughed and threw the cane down.
“How about a game of doctors and nurses now?”
Story © 2011 by Rod Cayenne
Erotic fiction by Rod Cayenne
“Jane I want a word with you,” said Kitty to her employee. “Upstairs in the office. Hurry up girl!”
Jane climbed the stairs with dread. Surely Kitty hadn’t acquired a cane already? She was relieved when Kitty informed her that this was not the case.
“However, I have brought this wooden spoon from the kitchens. Maybe this will help as a top-up until my canes arrive,” Kitty waved the spoon under the nose of a dejected-looking Jane.
“But don’t you think I’ve improved Kitty? I’ve had some compliments from diners this week.”
“Well that’s true. Maybe just six with this for today. I promised Judy I would give you a reminder.”
My aunt is a real bitch at times, thought Jane to herself. In fact Jane thought of some other words too.
“Now you can keep your uniform on, but please lower your knickers for me. That’s it, now bend over this chair.”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Kitty was a devil with the spoon just as she had been with the cane.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“OWW!” said Jane rubbing her bottom with both hands. “I hope you’re not going to use that spoon in the kitchens again, Kitty!”
“Why ever not, isn’t your bottom clean, you cheeky girl? Maybe in future I’ll wash your bottom before your discipline! Would you like that?”
“Umm, no, no, not really.”
“I thought not. Anyway, the spoon can go in the dishwasher. I won’t be needing it again as your cane is arriving soon.”
Jane was dismayed to hear it referred to as being “her” cane.
“She hit you with a wooden spoon from the kitchens? Eeewww! Remind me not to dine at Kitty’s for a while, Frank dearest, won’t you?” said Aunt Judy. “Did it hurt?”
“Oooh, yes Aunty, I’ll say!”
“Show Frank the marks while I put the kettle on.”
Oh, the humiliation! It seemed like everyone wanted to embarrass Jane today! She flipped up her skirt and lowered her knickers. She thrust her bottom towards Frank.
“Oh yes, I can see marks Jude,” he called out so that Aunt Judy could hear.
“Feel them then, Frank,” she called back.
It was the sort of invitation you didn’t get every day! Still bending, Jane had her bottom felt by Frank. He tried to be gentlemanly at first, but then dismissed the notion as absurd! After all, here he was feeling the buttocks of a sexy 23-year old. He stroked the buttocks and the angry red marks the spoon had left. His hands were rough against the smooth cheeks. He stared at more intimate areas but didn’t dare touch, although he was sorely tempted. That would keep, he told himself.
“I recommend twenty strokes with the cane, Judy,” he suddenly announced. “She can take it, these marks aren’t too bad!”
“Whaaat?” said Jane. “Oh no, that’s too many.”
“Oh no it’s not,” said Judy strolling back into the room with a cup of tea.
“Frank, run along upstairs and fetch me both the canes. Good boy.”
Once again Jane reflected on the way Aunt Judy addressed Frank, who was hardly what you’d call a boy. Jane felt sure that Aunt Judy may have been caning him lately. She wasn’t sure how she reached this idea, but she was convinced.
Frank returned with the two canes and the leather spanking paddle.
“And which cane do you recommend Frank?”
“Oh I’d say the older one. Has a nasty sting to wake up naughty girls like Jane here.”
“Yes, indeed a good choice. You will stay and watch.”
“Well, I don’t know.”
“Frank, that was an order not an invitation! You will sit here where you can watch Jane’s beating in progress. Try to enjoy it!”
Secretly, Frank knew that of course he would enjoy it. Last week’s caning had formed the background to many happy hours of masturbation since.
“Strip off, Jane!”
“Yes, everything,” said Judy impatiently.
“Maybe you should start with six of the paddle,” Frank added.
“No, let’s not be cruel, Frank. Twenty cane strokes should be sufficient. Now let me feel those marks, Jane.”
Jane’s arse was receiving the attention of a third person that day! Gently Judy felt the cheeks. The marks were prominent. Judy had no reservations about feeling all around. It felt good to have that power.
“Actually, Frank. I think you may be right after all. Six with the strap to start with.”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“AARGGGH” Gentle tears formed in Jane’s eyes. This was all too much. Perhaps she should go home to mum? There were now three sadists running her life on the coast!
“Now then Jane. Twenty with the cane. Extra hard I think, don’t you Frank?”
“Err, yes,” he replied sheepishly, although his rock-hard erection was rather more confident about Judy’s proposal.
“Extra hard, Jane,” Judy laughed.
“Yes, Auntie, I suppose I deserve it,” Jane replied, for she too was turned on. The pain of the strapping had been intense, but the cane was always a bitter-sweet pleasure.
“They will be hard and fast, so brace yourself.”
Jane hung on to the arm sofa, offering her bottom up for punishment and in complete submission.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Jane sobbed quietly. She couldn’t hold back the tears like she usually managed to.
Aunt Judy paused to feel the cheeks and the wicked cane weals. They felt nice, and she took some time massaging the girl’s bottom. She played with it, teased it and poked it. Jane wished her aunt would stop as an orgasm was not far off. Far less embarrassing to have it as the result of cane strokes than this!
“I like your bottom very much, Jane,” said Aunt Judy playfully. “I like to think of it as my friend and plaything. The next ten strokes will be with the new cane. To teach you a hard lesson, my girl.”
Jane was just wondering what she’d done to deserve all this. After all, she’d had a better week at work.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Jane’s tears trickled down her face. She was broken again.
“How was that Frank?”
“Just right, I’d say, Judy. I think Jane will be trying harder at work. If she loses the job of course, I might be able to get her into the Post Office, at a pinch.”
Jane looked mortified at the suggestion.
Frank excused himself. He had to go home and masturbate, after all…
Story © 2011 by Rod Cayenne.