Erotica for your pleasure by your host Rod Cayenne
“Vicious canings, six strokes every time.” The old man was recounting his misspent youth to the pretty young visiting nurse. “At home it was just as bad. My aunt and uncle used the cane on me until I left home at 24! Often a dozen.”
The nurse shifted uneasily in her chair. She was turned on by the old man’s recollections. Her nipples were erect and she was flushed in the face. “Tell me more,” she encouraged him. “Were these bare bottom canings?”
“At home, yes. I think my aunt in particular used to like baring my bottom.”
“Mmmm, I see you have a couple of canes in your umbrella stand.”
“How very observant of you, dear. Yes those are the very ones used on me. I inherited them. I used to give the wife a tap or two with them, but I shouldn’t tell you that!”
“No, go on! When she was bad?”
“Yes, sulky, that sort of thing. She used them on me sometimes, too. When I came home drunk, for example.”
“Oh gosh, how very kinky!”
“Oh maybe, for want of a better word. It used to clear the air.”
“I bet!” said the nurse, standing up but looking rather flushed. She made her way over to the umbrella stand and withdrew both the punishment canes, “Does a caning really hurt?” she asked.
“Oh yes, bloody hell nothing like a caning, my girl! You’ve never had it then?”
“Of course not, silly, it’s not allowed now.”
“It is between consenting adults. You are sulky today, aren’t you? Would you like a taste?”
“You’re very persuasive, but I am on duty.”
He felt he had to seize the moment, “Well, you could come back later. Or you could trust me not to tell.”
“Oh go on then! Over this chair?”
“Yes, excellent choice my girl. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
She shook her head. Actually she had done it before. She had enjoyed it and repeated the experience as often as she could. She wasn’t going to tell him that, though. He was a sexy, mature male and just the type she liked.
“Bend right over! Now, lets flip that skirt up.” He used the cane to flick her skirt up. “Now, what about those knickers? My wife’s were always pulled down.”
“If you want them down, you will have to pull them down!” she said defiantly. He didn’t need to be told a second time! He pulled the silky knickers right down. Her buttocks were fully exposed and he could see hairy treasure beyond. Her arsehole was trying to hide but he parted her cheeks roughly, had a good look and then planted a heavy SLAP on her cheeks. It felt good so he did it again a few times. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
“Ooooh!” she exclaimed. Her hand gently caressed her spanked bottom, “I’m ready.”
“You seem keen, you minx! See how you like this cane then!” he picked up his favourite cane. It was golden yellow in colour, whippy and with a beautiful crook handle. He whipped it down.
“Calm down, dear!”
“OWWWWWW! My god, that hurt!”
“Yes, I’m sure it did. Six of the best, wasn’t it, my girl?”
“Oh yes. Six of the very best, thank you. But I could take a few more!”
“Tut, tut. I am beginning to think you enjoyed that!”
“Oh no. No enjoyment at all. But I did need it. I don’t feel sulky now. So, how about another set with your other cane?”
“Well, aren’t you the pushy one? The other cane is whippier and will sting more. Are you sure you want it?”
“Yes, yes! I need it!”
“OK, bend back over!”
SLAP! He couldn’t resist landing another firm smack on her delightful but marked posterior. Her most private secrets were on view again. He decided not to push his luck today. There would be another occasion soon, he was sure. He did take the opportunity of removing her knickers completely. Surreptitiously he gave them a sniff. He felt sure he could smell the musky scent of sexual arousal.
SWISH-CRACK! He whipped the cane down.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned. “Harder!”
She was topping from the bottom but what the hell, he was enjoying himself like mad!
SWISH-CRACK! A harder stroke as demanded made her buck and writhe.
SWISH-CRACK! She thrust her cheeks out begging for more and then wiggled submissively. She was egging him on.
SWISH-CRACK! Although he was feeling a little frail, he could still cane like a demon.
“OOOH! Thank you, thank you!” She leapt up and planted a kiss on his lips!
They chatted over a brew.
“I’ll be back in a week to change your dressing.”
“Jolly good. I’ll make sure you’ll be undressing too!” he said to her with a sly wink.
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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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