Erotica by your host, Rod Cayenne.
Jane headed for her Aunt Judy’s with some trepidation as well as excitement. Today was Friday, the day reserved for her ‘top-up’ canings. Aunt Judy had promised her a surprise today. Whatever could it be? Jane thought about it all the way home from work. What could it be? A new cane? A new spanking strap?
As she turned the corner into the short road where her Aunt lived, she stopped in her tracks. Surely it couldn’t be? It was the old green car belonging to her mother. Surely she wasn’t visiting on caning day?
Her mother opened the door. Jane fell into her arms “Oh Mummy!” and burst into tears. “I’ve missed you. You wouldn’t believe…”
“There, there, Jane. Judy has told me all about it. I fully support her. I’m glad you have worked things out!”
“Oh Mummy, it’s terrible! It hurts so!”
“Nonsense, it can’t be that bad. Judy gave me a couple of strokes earlier, just so I’d know what it’s like. I never had it at school, you know. I was always a good girl. Even when I was in my twenties, just like you are now! I’m disappointed that you’ve needed and deserved it, though. I suppose with the crowd you fell in with at home, I shouldn’t be surprised.”
“It’s no good you oh mumming me, my girl. Bend over the stool like a good girl.”
Jane duly bent over. Her mother flicked up the skirt of Jane’s waitress uniform and pulled the skimpy knickers down.
“Oh!” said Jane, almost surprised that her mother had exposed her so.
“Judy will do the honours while I watch. We’ve agreed it will just be a dozen. After all, I don’t want to be upset!”
“You don’t want to be upset? What about me? Doesn’t it matter that I’ll be upset?”
“Not really, Jane. You need keeping in line and Judy is just the lady for it!”
“Did I hear my name?” said Aunt Judy as she entered the room. “Aha, thank you for preparing her for me, Linda.”
“My pleasure. I think I’m going to enjoy the show!” she laughed sadistically.
“Oops. I’ve left the cane in the bedroom, Linda. Be a love and go and fetch it for me please.”
Linda went upstairs and found the cane lying on the bed where a couple of hard strokes had been dispensed earlier. Linda’s bottom was still hurting from the strokes, although she felt curiously aroused and was looking forward to seeing her daughter on the receiving end. The cane seemed so light and so beautiful in her hands. It was an object of great beauty. As she sat down on the bed she remembered her own sore bottom, and she reflected that the cane was an object of great cruelty, too. Oh yes, this cane was really, really special.
“Are you alright up there?” Aunt Judy shouted.
“Yes, yes, just coming,” replied Linda jumping up, with some excitement.
Soon the first stroke of the caning was whistling down on Jane’s beautiful naked cheeks. Jane was already upset and humiliated before the stroke landed. She had determined that she would remain stoic and silent. Such determination evaporated as the cane hit. An angry grunt escaped involuntarily, followed by a loud “AAARGH!” as the second stroke hit home.
Linda winced at the pain her daughter was experiencing. Perhaps this wasn’t going to be the thrill she imagined. But as the third, fourth and fifth strokes landed, Linda found her arousal returning and her compassion disappearing. The sixth stroke was accompanied by a muffled sob from Jane.
“Half way now, Jane. Are you OK?”
“Yes mum. I’m OK.”
WHAACK! An extra hard stroke soon had Jane regretting her bravado. Strokes seven and eight followed rapidly. Linda squirmed in her seat. She had a good vantage point, as she could see her daughter’s rapidly reddening buttocks prominently displayed before her on the spanking stool. What a sight!
The ninth stroke whistled down accompanied by a grunt from Aunt Judy and a weary sigh from Jane. Judy paused for a moment or two and flexed the cane with relish. Two beautiful bottoms had felt its stinging caress today. It was a day to remember indeed!
Strokes ten and eleven followed with Jane vocalising her displeasure. The final stroke was due, and as had been secretly agreed earlier Aunt Judy passed the cane to Linda who sliced it down inaccurately causing Jane to cry out loudly. “Surprise, surprise!” laughed her mother. Judy joined in the joke too. Linda laughed a little more and then added, “A jolly good show. I’ll definitely be getting one of these for home. Are they expensive, Judy?”
“Oh no. Not really. Not when you compare them to something like a TV license, as the quality of the shows is far superior! Even the repeats are good!”
Story © 2012 by Rod Cayenne