Explicit erotica by guest author David Stewart
At 32, David was at his prime. Thanks to his Uncle George, he had turned a corner. His strange compunction for requiring regular proper discipline never really bothered him, even if he did frequently try to work out in his own head just why he presented himself to his Uncle for a painful spanking and caning so often. “I could just refuse or not ask” he thought to himself but as happened so many times before, the very thought started him off and he spent the next few minutes eagerly tossing off. Contented and relaxed he then bathed and went to bed.
It was almost three weeks since his last thrashing and the need, or urge, came back and he telephoned his Uncle to arrange a visit. Much to his surprise Uncle George appeared not to be himself and claimed to have been suffering from arthritis in his shoulders. “I may not be much use to you but if you want to come anyway I can arrange for a friend to give you what you need. It would be such a shame to miss out David and I can’t have you lapsing back can I?”
The idea of a third man chastising him got to David and after agreeing he had two days to consider the event. How would he feel being spanked and caned by another man in front of his Uncle?
The evening came and David arrived at his uncle’s house. He admired the Audi sports car in the drive. Got good taste and money, whoever this guy is, he thought.
After being greeted and invited in, Uncle George introduced him to Ruth. This was a friend of Uncle George’s who was going to administer what he desired that night. The thought stopped David dead in his tracks.
Ruth was perhaps slightly older than David, but not much. He later found out she was 38, and had been a friend of Uncle George since she met him through another mutual friend. Uncle George had introduced her to spankings and other delights but her tastes changed and she got more into the dominant role. They had remained friends and Uncle George felt it time to introduce David and Ruth to each other.
“You need not be embarrassed, well no more than usual, David. I have apprised Ruth completely of your ongoing needs and asked her to do the honours this evening. This will be done in private so I will ask you now to tell Ruth why you are here…yet again.”
David’s mind spun and he felt some arousal in his loins. He knew he was blushing. He suddenly realised that Ruth had not spoken a word so far. “Ruth, I have come because I need discipline but was expecting Uncle George…that is, not that I won’t…you know…well…sorry Ruth I need a spanking and caning will you give me that please?”
For the first time Ruth spoke “Well, firstly it is Miss Ruth from now on and secondly I shall be delighted to continue where George left off! However, you must also appreciate that I get sexual enjoyment from every stroke of the cane I land. I enjoy making people scream and beg me to stop. Are you sure that is what you wish for David?”
“Oh yes, Miss Ruth please.”
“Very well, follow me.” She stood and David followed like the lapdog he had become.
In the bedroom Miss Ruth turned to David and said but one word “Strip!” David did so, but in an unusually slow manner. This lady was becoming scarier by the minute.
She smiled at the embarrassed David. His erection pointed skywards and she sat on the bed, patted her knees and called him over. David went over her lap. He could smell the muskiness of her perfume. He was intoxicated by this dominant person who was about to chastise him.
The first spank of her hand landed and felt harder than expected. The spanking continued for five minutes or more. There was a slight pause and then the next smack stung even more. It was now a wooden hairbrush that caressed his globes and installed a fire he had never before experienced. Where had she found that brush? He yelped and cried out as further blows followed. He felt the strength of this beauty holding him tight. He was then told to stand.
Before him was this vision of power. A lady holding a hairbrush who had just set his bottom aflame! David looked at the beauty of her fair hair, and at the terse expression on her face which was itself a vision of beauty. He glanced at her legs and then admired everything about her.
She said only “Corner, hands on head!” David complied. He heard her picking up a cane, the telltale noise as it was removed from the wardrobe left nothing to his imagination. The sound of practice swishing made David tremble but at the same time his cock rose to the occasion.
“Turn round and face me.” David turned, hands still on head, blushing at the thought of his manliness being exposed. Miss Ruth smiled, almost wickedly, at this sight and calmly said to her admirer “Is it the thought of what I have done or what I will do that has you excited?
David just about managed to say “What’s about to happen, I think, Miss Ruth, sorry.”
Miss Ruth touched his erection softly and in almost a whisper said “Good David, because I am so excited about what I am about to do to you myself. I am going to cane you slowly but so harshly that you will never forget today. NOW GET OVER THE END OF THE BED!”
David walked to that familiar place and bent over holding the duvet tightly. The first swish was accompanied by a stinging pain that caught David out and he yelped loudly. A short snigger was followed by a second stroke which burned deeply.
“Ah yes, you mark well David. George told me that you need a hard thrashing.” The next stroke landed straight after this comment followed by a fourth, then there was a pause while Miss Ruth traced the lines with her nails. The caning continued and over the next ten minutes a total of eighteen strokes were painfully delivered to our poor subject.
Miss Ruth removed her top revealing her well developed breasts, but David did not notice this at first. She stood to his side and spoke, he turned his head and his eyes opened wide at the sight before him. Miss Ruth ran her fingers through his hair and said “Oh David, eighteen strokes of the cane and six more to come. I do hope you can take these without profanity because we would have to start again. Oh, but then again perhaps that would be too much for my little David. Worse still if Miss Ruth had to start again, how would she be able to avoid putting this lovely stiff penis to good use afterwards? We will see, won’t we?”
The next stroke caught David unawares. He had been thinking vividly about what had been said. Then the next stroke cut deep. He wanted this to end but he also wanted to please Miss Ruth. The thought of making love to her was heavy on his mind and as the caning drew to a close and the penultimate stroke landed he voluntarily shouted “Oh fuck me, Miss Ruth!”
“Oh so close David, but you have been naughty so stand in the corner for a while and we’ll have to start all over again.”
Miss Ruth left the room and returned a short while later with George. Uncle George smiled at his nephew and Miss Ruth informed David that the spanking would be carried out by his uncle to allow her to rest. David did not even think to ask about the arthritic shoulder business and he found himself over the familiar lap. This time, however, Miss Ruth was watching as George delivered a painful spanking.
“Thank you George, and do you wish to watch the conclusion? I am sure you will admire how well I cane now?”
So it was that David bent over, as his Uncle watched, and took a final twenty four strokes of the cane. They brought him humiliation and tears at the hands of Miss Ruth. Uncle made remarks during the caning about technique and method and commended Miss Ruth on her obvious talents.
At last the caning was over! Uncle George left and Miss Ruth sent David to the corner. This time it was a female hand that touched the bruised and welted bottom. It was Miss Ruth that turned David round and dried his tears. It was Miss Ruth that led David to the bed and ordered him to kneel.
Miss Ruth removed her skirt. Her stockings, garter and matching panties turned David on. Miss Ruth sat on the edge of the bed. All she had to do was say “Now please me, David.”
Minutes later, she’d had several explosive orgasms from his tongue. She smiled and said “Sorry David but there has to be more punishment another day before I let you in.”
She stood and dressed. She got to the door and turning said “Now you may stay kneeling and wank yourself off. Then come downstairs.”
Filled with passion but sexually humiliated and still with the taste of Miss Ruth on his lips, David forgot the pain in his rear and did as commanded…very quickly.
He joined his Uncle in the lounge. He was disappointed to find that Miss Ruth had left. Uncle George was smiling and explained all to David. He gave David a telephone number and told him that from now on this was who he should ask to discipline him. He also told David that Miss Ruth would like him to take her out for a meal in the near future, and that she liked flowers.
“Be warned though our Ruth is a determined and, as her name suggests, ruthless lady who knows what she wants. Yes, she knows what she wants and makes sure she gets it. If she took to you David, you would be expected to do whatever she told you. She is that kind of lady. But one who would keep you on the straight and narrow.”
David left that day wondering if he had it in him to accept such a strong lady. Would he be able to withstand her beatings? Would he ever get to make love with that beauty? Would he never be chastised again by Uncle George?
…to be continued.
Story © 2012 by David Stewart
Part 1 is here
Part 2 is here
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