Erotic Fiction by Rod Cayenne
Summary – Caning, Adult Male/Adult unspecified
“Ah, there you are!”
“I’m glad you came back. No hard feelings then? How do you feel about you caning?” He still looked impressive in his neatly-pressed police uniform.
“Oh, it was deserved Uncle. I think it did me good. I haven’t been drinking, smoking or swearing. In fact, I am giving up smoking.”
“Excellent. Smoking is a disgusting habit. Absolutely filthy. At 22, you should be able to give up completely. It won’t be easy, but I’m proud of your decision. Make sure you stick to it. Or else.”
His eyes darted to the coffee table. There, gleaming in the winter sunshine was his much-loved rattan cane.
He picked the cane up. He flexed it and swished it through the air.
“So how did your parents react when you got home?”
“Oh, that was awful. They were laughing a bit and they ordered me to show them the marks on my bottom. Very embarrassing for a 22-year old. Mum was a bit shocked when she looked, but she landed a slap on my bottom anyway…”
“Quite right too. I am still very annoyed about the way you have been treating her. She deserves your respect, not abuse!”
“Yes Uncle, sorry Uncle.”
“Hmmm. Well, you’re here now. You do agree you deserve a second caning?”
“Well, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I have improved already Uncle. I’ve given up smoking, don’t drink in the house and will certainly never swear at my parents again. So, I was wondering if?”
“If you’d let me off?”
“Absolutely not! No, no, that won’t do at all!”
He had secretly been looking forward to inflicting another caning. He enjoyed caning, and had resolved to keep this young adult from straying from the path of good behaviour. Regular thrashings would be required.
“No, no, it’s the cane for you. I promised you a dozen, and they’ll be hard ones. On the bare. There must be marks for your parents to inspect. Anyway, I’m not stupid. And maybe I didn’t rise above the ranks. I never got to be a detective. But even I can detect fresh cigarette smoke on you. You are lying to me aren’t you? I’d say you had a crafty fag on the way here. Thought the old boy wouldn’t notice, eh?”
“Well, I was just using up the packet…”
“Give me the packet now!”
He snatched the cigarettes, walked to the kitchen and threw them straight into the waste bin. He chuckled as he did it and was wondering whether to add extra strokes. He decided against. He would ensure that the lie was punished, but at a third session!
“Get that bottom bare for me now! Over the arm of the sofa. That’s it! Good. Now, stick it out for me.”
What an undignified position thought the young victim.
CRAAACK! The cane lashed down on the pale unblemished cheeks.
CRACK! A harder stroke caused a pained gasp.
SWISH-CRACK! an awful stroke and the young victim’s hands strayed towards the beaten bottom.
“GET THOSE HANDS OFF THERE!” he boomed. “If you try that again I’ll get my handcuffs!”
“Sorry Uncle. It hurts!”
“It’s meant to hurt. You’ll get no sympathy from me!”
SWISH-CRACK! The cheeks were reddening up nicely.
SWISH-CRACK! The strokes were agony.
“Half way through. Stay there a minute.”
He disappeared upstairs for a few minutes, only to return with no explanation.
“How many was that?” he feigned forgetfulness. He was testing his victim’s honesty.
“Six, Uncle. Six more to go, please.”
“Yes, good, at least six more to go,” he replied, taking command of the situation again.
SWISH-CRACK! He was making the strokes harder.
“Do you want some more?”
“That’s a funny question, Uncle.”
“DO YOU WANT SOME MORE?” he repeated, angrily this time.
“No, thank you, Uncle.”
“Good. And you promise not to swear at you parents ever again?”
“Now, there is the matter of lying to me about the cigarettes!”
“Yes, Uncle. Sorry, Uncle.”
“Not good enough, by far. Another caning a week from today should make up for that. Do you agree?”
“Yes, Uncle. Sorry, Uncle.”
“Good. Maybe we can make that one your last ever caning.”
“Yes, I hope so Uncle.”
Uncle was the one lying now. More than anything he hoped that the next caning would not be the last. He hoped that this would be a regular weekly appointment for his cane.
“Now, tell me about your job. No actually, first tell me how your brother’s getting on.”
“Oh you know him. He’s such a goody. Although, I’m sorry to say, mum caught him masturbating in the living room the other day.”
Content © 2012 by Rod Cayenne
First part is here
Third part is here