“That was amazing…I can’t believe you’ve never been caned before…you took it so well.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on,” I said to him, quite honestly. “ You seemed to be enjoying it, too!” I said as I grasped his cock.
“So, how many do you want?”
He stroked my cock gently.
“How about you give me twenty four strokes down here, and then we can go up to my flat…it’s more comfortable.”
“A deal,” I said.
He then bent over the chair, offering his arse to me and to the cane.
It was my first chance to really look at his arse. Strongly masculine; pleasingly large and rounded; smooth cheeks leading to a hairy crack. I ran my hand over both cheeks, then I started to explore that crack. He sighed audibly as I found his hole.
I then stepped back and ran the cane over his lovely bottom. Then I raised it and gave him one.
“You’d better do it harder, or I might have to bend you over again and show you how to do it again,” said Alan.
I raised the cane and gave him another one, much harder. He didn’t move.
“Better, but still not best.”
“Right,” I said, and really let him have it.
“That’s it!” he said, as he wiggled his arse. ”Twenty three to go!”
I gave him a second one, after which he said, ”Two.”
I put more into the third stroke. He lifted his arse higher, and said, “Three.”
I then gave him three fast ones, as he had given me. He counted after each one.
I walked over and looked at my handiwork……..6 nice stripes. I ran my hand over them, and I realised that I was just as turned on by caning Alan as I had been when he was caning me.
I reached between his legs and found his hairy balls, and felt the base of his stiffy.
He sighed softly.
I returned to my position and gave him six more hard strokes, a few seconds apart. Alan counted each one.
I stepped over to him and felt his arse again. He said softly “I can take it harder…much harder.”
I stepped back, and swung the cane as hard as I dared.
“Oh yes…yes…cane me!”
And I slowly gave him the second twelve strokes. He stopped counting each stroke. He just moaned, “Thank you” after each stroke struck his arse.
After the twenty third stroke I said, “One to go.” Alan stood up, and put his hands on his head and stuck his arse out. He was fully erect. He turned and looked at me as I raised the cane for the last time. He watched the cane slam into his arse. After a long slow moan he stood again, and walked over to me. He grasped my erection. I took his in my hand.
“I think we both enjoyed that,” he whispered. ”I know I did!”
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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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