Erotic Fiction by special guest author Fred Spankmanbare
In my penultimate post (“My First ‘Public’ Spanking”) I told you about how, just before Christmas a couple of years ago, my wife had given me a good spanking in the dining room on my bare bottom in front of her friend Ann. It had been Ann’s introduction to real domestic discipline, and under Pat’s expert tutelage Ann had spanked me too, with the bathbrush.
I also told you that after I had been soundly spanked by both girls, Pat had invited Ann to be present for a caning, whenever my next one became due, and to take part in the proceedings. Ann had agreed enthusiastically, and so a few weeks later I was given my first “public” caning . It was wonderful, and well worth the very sore bottom I had afterwards – satisfyingly tender, and richly patterned with lovely cane marks and whip ridges.
Here’s what happened:
As I may have told you before, Pat administers many of my canings on Saturday mornings, when I get punished for infractions I have committed during the week. So on the morning of that Friday in January a couple of years ago, I asked her what I was due for the following day. She consulted her list and said the offences were not too serious but that they were certainly enough for me to be given a regular caning. So mindful of Pat’s invitation for Ann to join us, I suggested we contact Ann straight away to check that she would be available. Pat asked me to call her, which I did immediately. I hoped that Ann’s husband wouldn’t answer the phone! Luckily he didn’t, and with butterflies in my stomach I reminded Ann of the spanking she and Pat had given me, and of Pat’s invitation. I told her that I was going to be caned tomorrow morning, and that the invitation for her to take part in my discipline session still stood, if she would like to join us.
“Oooh I’d love to”, she said softly, “but I’m afraid I couldn’t make it tomorrow. Could Pat postpone it till Monday?” I consulted Pat, who said that a postponement should be no problem – she would give me a maintenance spanking on Saturday just to keep my bottom in line, and a full caning in Ann’s presence on Monday – probably with extra strokes added to compensate for the delay. I relayed this information to Ann, who explained that her husband would be away on a business trip and so she would be free the whole evening to enjoy the performance.
On that Saturday morning Pat’s spanking brush was put to brief, brisk but very effective use on my upturned bare bottom, and I spent the rest of the weekend trying to control my excitement about the public caning with Ann on the Monday evening.
Monday came at last, and before Ann arrived Pat told me to prepare the bedroom for the caning. To my mingled dismay and delight she told me to get out the riding whip as well as her favourite cane, so when I had stripped the quilt and top sheet off the double bed and piled two pillows on top of each other in the centre, I fetched the crook-handled cane and her whip and placed them neatly on the bed beside the pillows.
I returned downstairs, and when Ann arrived I answered the door. She gave me a wicked grin and said “I understand you’ve been very naughty since our last, em, meeting! How is your bottom?” “I was spanked again on Saturday”, I replied, ” but my bottom still needs attention from the cane. I hope that’s OK with you?”. “Sure is”, she replied with another grin, “and I’m looking forward to it!” She added, in a whisper, “I’ve been so excited I haven’t slept a wink since you called”.
At Pat’s suggestion we all had a short drink to loosen things up, so to speak. When we had finished, Pat said in a stern voice “Time for your appointment with the cane, Fred, and Ann is going to help as well. Go upstairs and prepare yourself please”. I put down my glass and went upstairs to the bedroom and took off all my clothes. I lay across the pillows, face down and bottom raised. While I was waiting in the punishment position I looked fondly at the cane and the whip, wondering which would be used on me first, and by whom.
The two girls came into the bedroom. “Now Ann”, said my wife, “since you haven’t used a cane before, let me give you a few tips about using it. Parallel strokes across both buttocks are best, especially on the lower buttocks. Try not to let the cane’s tip go further than the centre of his further cheek. You should cane him fairly hard; he has to feel the punishment, but not hard enough to break the skin. I suggest we give him two dozen strokes, twelve from me first, to show you how it’s done. Would you like to administer the other twelve? Then we will decide what to do with the riding whip”. From my prone position on the bed I heard Ann say huskily “Yes, that would be great”.
“Right”, said Pat to me as she took up the cane, “raise your bottom up so I can cane you properly”. I obediently did so, and the familiar but always delicious whip whap whup sounds of a bare-bottom caning proceeded to fill the bedroom. I wriggled, squirmed, and gasped and somehow stayed in position for the 12 strokes. Pat handed the cane to Ann, and while Ann admired its smooth curves Pat told me “You may rub yourself for a few moments”, which I gratefully did. I got off the pillows and knelt up to do so, aware that my penis was by now semi-erect but I didn’t care. I wanted to show off, so I shamelessly thrust it out as I rubbed my sore bottom. I also knew that Ann had the reputation of being very uninhibited and adventurous. Since there was nothing to lose I said “It’s not fair that I’m totally naked in front of Ann and she still has everything on. I think she should be topless when she canes me”. Before Pat could say anything, Ann had dropped the cane on the bed, whipped off her blouse and bra and stood in all her magnificence. She is a petite woman with small breasts, but even though they were now unsupported they were the most perfect shape, miniature but fully rounded, and with the most fantastic nipples which were huge in proportion to her small breast size and which were now erect and jutting outwards at diverging angles. What a wonderful sight she was.
Ann slowly took up the cane again, her eyes on my erection as it rose and hardened uncontrollably at the sight of her – a bare-breasted vision who was now standing with her shoulders well back, nipples standing proud, holding the cane and telling me sweetly “Bend right over please. I want to give you the cane now, but first you have to tell me what we are punishing you for.” “For being bratty last week”, I replied, “bratty with Pat, rude to shop assistants, angry with other drivers on the road”. “I see”, said Ann, “your naughty bottom obviously needs to be punished properly then, so I’m going to do it quite hard. Bend over and raise your buttocks to the cane, please”. For a beginner she knew all the right words!
I got into position again, gingerly brushing my penis against the cool pillows and raising my buttocks in the air for Ann’s cane. She took careful aim before raising it and then down came the first fire-cracker, followed by 8 more which had me kicking and yelling loudly after each one. Then she paused and asked me how that had been, so far. She was caning harder than Pat does. “Very strict”, I gasped, “my poor bottom. But this is what it needs, so please – cane me some more”. “Three more to go then”, she said, “are you ready?” “Yes please”, I groaned, adding submissively “cane me on my naughty bare bottom, please give me what I deserve”. Whack, whack, whap, came three really hard strokes. They were so hard that in the mirror I could see Ann’s breasts, small though they are, moving attractively as she raised the cane high and whapped it across my proffered buttocks.
When she had finished I lay panting on the bed, staying over the pillows while I rubbed my flaming bottom. Pat complimented Ann on her discipline style, and asked if it was really the first time she had used the cane. Ann giggled and confessed that not only had she been looking at several caning websites, but she had also been practising her technique and particularly her aim on some cushions, using a switch cut from her garden!
What a caning that had been. But my punishment session wasn’t over yet. I still had to get . . . . The Whip.
Pat said they would like a different presentation for the whipping, and pulled the spanking chair into the middle of the room. She placed one of the pillows on the chair seat for me to lie across, and I obediently bent over and displayed my bottom again. Pat explained to Ann that I had agreed to accept additional strokes to compensate for the postponement of my Saturday caning, and that was why I was now going to get The Whip. “I think a dozen should be enough, and I always apply it as if it were a cane. Six from each of us?” she asked Ann. “Lovely”, Ann replied, and stood to one side to watch while Pat tapped my bottom with the riding whip. The first stroke was hard, harder than the cane . . . . “Oh! Ow! Ooooh! Aaah! Oh! Ohhhh!”, I yelped, six times.
“Your turn”, said Pat as she handed the whip to Ann, “I like to give him nice weals on his naughty bottom when I use my whip, so please feel free to do that too!” Ann needed no encouragement. She whipped me as enthusiastically as she had caned me, but she delivered her six strokes of the whip more slowly and deliberately. For a beginner she placed each stroke very well. More ooohs, aaaahs, squeals and kicking from me.
When it was over and I could move, I delicately touched my bottom to feel the damage. Big thick weals ridged across both buttocks. The glow was already replacing the burn and sting, and it was a very very satisfying feeling as I gently rubbed my wounded bottom while the two girls watched me. “Thank you”, I said, “Thank you for the caning, and for the whipping. You were both very strict but it had to be done. It’s exactly what I need to get whenever I’ve been naughty. Thank you”.
Pat and Ann both wanted to stroke my cane marks and my whip weals, so I stood to attention (in more ways than one!) while they admired their handiwork. I looked in the mirror. “And thank you for my beautiful cane marks, and for the lovely whip weals”, I said.
What a memorable discipline session it had been! And what a thrill to have had it “in public”.
I feel sorry for people who haven’t got into the spanking scene, they are missing so much.
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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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