Life Turned Around – Part 3 (F/M)

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?

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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.

 

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Story © 2012 by David Stewart

Part 1 is here

Part 2 is here

Comments most welcome

The Nomination (Revisited)

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Earlier in the month I posted my thanks to MarQe of the excellent MarQe’s Study blog for nominating The Canery as Blog Of The Month at The Spanking Bloggers Network!  However, the associated voting site for the network’s select team of bloggers was pulled for being “inappropriate”.  So I’m not sure that there will be a winner.  But I can tell you that last time I looked, The Canery was in joint last place in the voting!  D’Oh!

Anyway, this seems like another great opportunity to remind you to visit both the sites linked here for some prime spanking entertainment.  And a big thank you to all the network bloggers who voted for The Canery!

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Plumb Bum (M/M)

Erotic fiction by your host Rod Cayenne

pic by David

Eric was a near neighbour, and a plumber. He was popular down our street so he was the natural choice when we needed some plumbing done. He was handsome, with dreamy blue eyes and shortish dark hair. I felt some pride at having his immaculately polished van parked outside.

“Some nasty old lead piping here, Wilbur,” he said to me, “I recommend stripping it out.”

I was daydreaming at the time. I was thinking of his blue eyes but at the same time lusting after his ‘builder’s bum.’ His bum crack was on display to me as he was on all fours with his head in the sink cupboard. There was enough visible for me to see that it was a nice hairy, chunky bottom.

“Did you know that the Latin for lead is plumbum?” I asked him, and immediately felt embarrassed. He caught on quickly.

“Yes I did know that. You’re not looking at my plumber’s bum are you? It’s very popular with my clients. Some of the ladies offer me money to get a good look. Others want to spank it!”

“Really?” I was feeling strange and not at all in the mood for lying. “The Mrs and I like spanking games.”

“Aha!” He stood up and waved his wrench at me. “So do you get to be the naughty boy?”

“Errr, sorry Eric. I shouldn’t have mentioned it. Most inappropriate. But if you really want to know, sometimes I am the naughty one, sometimes not. But please, keep it secret.”

“It’s OK Wilbur, your secret’s safe with me. You know, us plumbers are pretty unshockable. I think it comes from working with toilets all day! Anyway, I quite fancy some spanking, right now. Are you up for it?”

“Eric! What are you suggesting? I’ve never done it with a man before. I’m not sure.”

“Come on. It’s no problem, a bottom’s a bottom after all. You’ll enjoy it, I’m sure. Wendy’s not around is she?”

“No, she’s on a conference.”

“Say yes, then.”

“OK, OK. We’d better go upstairs.”

In the main bedroom, I shut the window and drew the curtains. Eric promptly sat down on the bed.

“OK you get to be the naughty one first. Jeans and pants down, then over my lap!”

“Bare bottom?”

“Yes, of course bare bottom. Now hurry up, time is money, naughty boy!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

By the end, my arse was really, really sore. He could hit a lot harder than my dear wife!

“Want your revenge now, Wilb?” he asked.

I certainly did, and I soon had his cute bottom bouncing up and down on my lap as I slapped away. I hadn’t dressed so he and I were enjoying flesh on flesh contact. There was a problem though! It was my penis which was hardening rapidly as Eric squirmed and wriggled on my lap. I decided to go with the flow. Obviously Eric was a man of the world and I suspected that this experience was one he deliberately engineered with some frequency. Certainly his writhing and thrusting as my hand slapped down seemed designed to tease and stimulate me.

“I’m getting hard,” I confessed. Well, they say it’s good for the soul.

“Naughty boy!” Eric admonished, as he got up from my lap. He rubbed his bottom and grinned at me, “I think our friendship is sealed now, don’t you Wilbur?”

“Sure is.” We were both happy, and both our cocks were showing excitement. “Do you want to try out some of our spanking toys?”

“Yep! Why not? What have you got?”

I pulled our ‘toy chest’ out from under the bed. I removed the lid to reveal our collection of crops, canes, slappers, handcuffs, butt plugs and lube. What a pity there were no condoms, I thought to myself. I leant over and picked up our large wooden hairbrush from the dressing table.

“OK Eric. The cane I think. Let’s have your trousers back on please. I want to discipline you in full builder’s bum fashion!”

He bent over the bed for me and I edged his trousers down a little so that his gorgeous, tempting builder’s crack was revealed. I couldn’t resist giving his crack a sniff. It was sweaty, musky and inviting! I gave him a dozen hard cane strokes, and then bared his bottom for a further six. By now we were both well turned on. He stood up and put his arm around me. He whispered gently, “I’ve got some condoms in the van…”

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Story © 2012 by Rod Cayenne

Comments very welcome

Life Turned Around – Part 2 (M/M)

Explicit erotic fiction by David Stewart

David found himself at the door bang on the 7.30pm mark.  As it opened Uncle George smiled, shook the lad’s hand and offered entry.  They went to the lounge where George poured a glass of wine.

“So how is life in the office?  How are things with my sister?”

And after the small talk “And how is David behaving these days?”

It was almost a month since his last visit and as with previous such visits David suddenly felt nervous as he confessed “To be honest Uncle George I have been slipping a bit of late.”

“Ah,” said a knowing and sincere uncle. “And that can mean only one thing David.”

“Yes Uncle.”

“So what is required then David?”

“I need some of the discipline only you can provide, please Uncle George.”

Things had changed since that first visit, when this had all started.  Now, nine years later, he had become no less nervous or fearful, but he had also come to miss the chastisements. He felt sexual urges when he needed spanking and he would often find himself in the wee small hours, hands on cock, wanking off to the image of his Uncle spanking and caning him.

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Of course, Uncle George recognised exactly what had changed.  What had  started as almost genuine attempts to change his nephews ways had now turned into a bit of an adult game. A game both now enjoyed.

As was his habit now Uncle George tried to look surprised. “David, aren’t you a bit old to be taking a spanking and caning from your uncle?”

“I suppose so uncle but I do still need it.”

“And do you not realise just how painful it will be if I give in and spank and cane you tonight?”

“Yes uncle I do realise that”

“And yet you still want to go ahead and take your punishment?”

“Yes uncle I do please.”

The game took a new turn. “Right then David follow me.  You have been warned.  An older boy needs more than a young lad does. Goodness me, I am really going to teach you a lesson tonight!”

In the bedroom Uncle George locked the door and said “Right then I want all these clothes off, right down to your underpants David.” He watched as David  stripped.

He smiled at the young man in front of him.  The underpants did nothing to hide the erection within them.

Uncle George sat on the edge of the bed and called his nephew over. He took the underpants down and made the lad step out of them.  Now a sizeable erection faced him, with David blushing but not saying anything.

Uncle George reached up and took hold of the offending protrusion and pulled David closer. He smiled again. “A very excited and naughty boy who must have missed what he is about to get.  I am particularly going to enjoy this today.”

David was pulled over and his cock released and after some positioning, the first slap landed.  He winced. Memories of the years, back to that first spanking flooded back.  His Uncle smacked and smacked his bottom cheeks long and hard.  The back of his thighs did not escape either and when he was released he had a very warm behind!

Uncle came up behind David as he stood doing corner time.  Wickedly, he brushed his palms over the burning bottom. A hand slid round to David’s flaccid cock.  Uncle smiled and laughed again.

After the regulation 10 minute wait David turned round to find his Uncle holding a cane and taking a few practice swishes with it. His cock reacted with excitement and Uncle George said “Naughty, naughty!” as he tapped the tip of the cane on the cock.

“OK then David assume the bent over position and remember the rules, no standing or touching till I am finished and today it will be 18 strokes.” There was a pause before Uncle George said “Now David, when you are ready I want you to ask me to cane you.”

Within a few moments David asked “Please Uncle George will you teach me a lesson and cane me very hard please?”

Nothing else was said and then the first stroke whistled down.  “Certainly I will!”  The words echoed out from Uncle George. The first six of the cane were terrible but David kept his grip on the bed.  He was practiced now in receiving and knew what to do.

The second set of six caused more anxiety for David but he took them resolutely.

There was a pause before the final six and during this David made the strange decision, which he seemed to make more and more these days, to goad his uncle. He just had to do it!

As the thirteenth stroke fell David shouted out “Fucking bastard!” and stood up.

“I will not have such language from you or have you standing up! One more expletive from you and I will start again.” The fourteenth stroke was a real stinger and David yelled out “Fuck me Uncle!”

“I am disappointed David.  We’ll start again in ten minutes.”

David duly found himself over his uncle’s lap again.  He got a well spanked arse and then the caning commenced again.  This time it was completed without incident and the cane was put back in the wardrobe.

Standing in the corner Uncle George approached and rubbed the burning flesh.  His hands strayed to the front and took hold of David’s erection.  The rubbing started and soon David lost control.  He came heavily and collapsed on the bed in a state of euphoria.

Later David dressed as his Uncle remarked “Well David, you excelled yourself this evening! Fourteen strokes and then you invited me to start again. I think that beats the six from last time alright! Am I not thrashing you hard enough or do you just need more?”

“Oh Uncle, you are still thrashing me as hard as ever, it’s just that, well I don’t know, but sometimes I feel I need extra.”

“Well perhaps from now on I should increase your caning to at least twenty four strokes, David.”

David smiled nervously and agreed. A short time later he was leaving with a handshake and a very sore bottom.

Little did David realise how things would soon change.

(To be continued)

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Story by David Stewart © 2012

Part 1 is here

Comments welcome

Straight Outta Dullsville (F/M)

Erotic fiction by Rod Cayenne

It was a boiling hot day at the Horse & Country Pursuits Show.  The local silver band’s dismal rendition of the Titanic theme drifted over the Tannoys.

“Really Grandma, this place is straight outta Dullsville!”

Grandma was pretty hacked off with grandson Phillip’s attitude and went to slap his face.  Fortunately for him, he ducked just in time to avoid such an embarrassing occurrence.

“You spoilt brat!  I shan’t have you to stay again.  All week we’ve been doing things you wanted to do, then as soon as I want something, all you do is moan.  You’re more like a kid than a 23-year old!   Anyway, I only want another hour or so here.  Why don’t you go off to the beer tent?  I’ll see you back at the car at 3-45.”

“OK.”

“And I’ll expect a full apology for your rudeness later, do I make myself clear?”

He shrugged annoyingly and said “3-45” and then added “ish.”  He disappeared off towards the beer tent muttering “Silly old bat!” to himself.

Grandma was not pleased, as she toured the produce stalls.  She bought some local honey but that didn’t sweeten her mood.  The next stalls were selling saddlery and tack, in which she had little interest.  She did stop at one and soon noticed the display of riding crops.  Instantly, a very wicked thought sprang into her mind.  Perhaps her grandson would benefit from a good whipping?  With a riding crop or perhaps a dressage whip!  She soon engaged the proprietor in some conversation.

“I’m looking for a severe crop.  One that will really hurt and sting.”

“Oh madam!  These are really more for show than inflicting pain nowadays.  We can’t have cruelty to horses. No, no, no.”

“It’s for a disobedient 23-year old lad actually!”

“Oh I see, madam.” He coughed and cleared his throat and began to speak in hushed tones:  “That’s alright then.  Ahem.  Well, yes there is quite a thriving market for that sort of use.  The bedroom and aftercare market, I always call it.  Though I suspect your use would be entirely disciplinary, rather than toy boy, I suppose.”

“Quite so, quite so.”

“I see perfectly madam.  I have a nice selection of crops and dressage whips here.  I recommend investing in a quality item that will give years of use, pleasure and displeasure.”  He winked.

“Now this crop would be a nice choice.  Genuine black and red hide, with a steel core and a noisy slapper.  Quite severe from what I remember…”  He coughed and blushed a little as he began reminiscing.  “Ideal for close-up work.  Relentless and punishing, I’d say.  A snip at eighteen pounds.”

“Eighteen pounds!” she whistled and shook her head.

“Believe me madam, it’s just what you require and you will never regret your purchase.  Such an attractive item with the red and black plaiting, too.”  He sensed he was getting nowhere and picked up a whippier item.  “A typical dressage whip, this one.  Quite a bargain this at nineteen pounds.  Ideal for use at a slightly greater distance.  Nice and shiny and very severe.”

There was a definite twinkle in her eyes at his last comment.  But it was still a lot of money so she sighed and put her purse back into her shoulder bag.

“I could do a discount.  Both for thirty pounds.”

Much to his surprise she took the bait.  “Done!” she said and shook his hand.

She handed over three crisp tenners.  He wrapped the two implements thoroughly in some garish pinky purple paper and handed them to her.

“Let me give you my business card too, madam.  It would be nice to get some feedback on the items.  Here, I’ll just put my home number on the back, in case you want it.”  The sly old fox handed her the card and gave her another discreet wink.

Purposefully, she strode back to her old Saab.  She threw the package in the boot, with a chuckle.  She noticed that she still had half an hour left, so headed back towards the refreshments tent in search of walnut cake.

Needless to say, grandson Phillip was late back to the car.  He arrived a little worse for wear.  Too much of the amber nectar, she reasoned.  She would have the last laugh, she consoled herself, as she drove back in stony silence while her grandson slept in the seat next to her.

They pulled up at the terraced house where she had been entertaining him for his short holiday.  There was always plenty of room to park on the street, as it wasn’t an affluent area.  She gave him a dig in the ribs.  He awoke with a start.

“Bring my shopping in please!”

“OK Gran.”

Once inside, she took the bag with the honey and cake off him and dropped it off in her pokey kitchen.

“Take the long package up to your bedroom and wait for me.”

“Yes Gran.”

By now his curiosity was getting the better of him.  He tried to guess what was in the package as he climbed the stairs.  Something long and thin.  What could it be?  A fishing rod?  Soon his gran joined him in the small bedroom.

“Hardly room to swing a cat in here!”  She laughed loudly.  “Open the package, dear!”

He did so eagerly but was surprised as the crop and whip fell out.

“Oh!  I didn’t know you were into horse riding, Gran!”

“I’m not.  I bought these at great expense.  They are for thrashing a thoroughly disobedient, selfish, moany ungrateful brat.”

“Oh.”

“Can you guess who that brat might be, Phillip?”

“Er yes, but I’m 23!  A grown man!  You can’t be serious!”

“I am.  I wouldn’t have spent that money if I hadn’t been.”

“I’ll tell you what Gran, I’ll give you the money for them and we’ll forget about the whole thing.”

She picked up the crop and waved it under his nose.

“Nice try, but your luck is out today.  Now be a good lad and go and use the toilet.  We don’t want any accidents during your punishment, do we?”

He was just about to argue some more when he realised that Gran had a point.  He was bursting to use the toilet.  Must have been the amber nectar.  While he was gone she played with the crop and the dressage whip.  This was going to be fun, she told herself.  Should she get him to bare his bottom?  Of course she should!

“Gran, I’m back and I’m sorry.  Can’t we talk?”

“I’m done with talking.  Bend over the bed, drop your jeans and underpants.”

“Oh Gran, must I?”

“I’m waiting, you’ll get extra if you don’t hurry up!”

He duly bent over and undid his belt.  The blue Wranglers fell to the floor.  His briefs were black, shiny and almost a little feminine.

“I’m waiting!” she snapped again.  But he couldn’t bring himself to pull them down.

“Gran, it’s so rude!  Can’t I keep them on?  Please?”

“Well there’s some progress already.  That’s the first time I’ve heard the word please today!”

Tired of waiting, she pulled the briefs down.   A hairy, masculine arse was revealed to the daylight streaming through the bedroom window.  It was revealed to Grandma too, and she revelled in the vision.  Lustful, sadistic thoughts rushed through her mind.

WHACK!  The crop lashed down in a blur of black and red.

“YEOWW!” howled Phillip.  This was crazy.  What had he let himself in for?

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! By now he was overcome and starting to cry.  Grandma was not impressed by his wimpiness.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!  She was enjoying his suffering.  Retribution was hers!

WHAACK!

An extra firm stroke caused him to gasp and writhe.

“Are you sorry, Phillip?”

“Oooh yes Gran, please forgive my selfishness.”

“Well, I’ll just give you two with this dressage whip to make sure you’re really sorry.”

CRACK! “YYEEEEOOOWWWWW!”  It was absolute agony.

CRAAACK!  “AAAAAAAAAARGH!”

He was crying once again.

“Very good.  We’ll talk some more when you are fully sober.  And we’ll see if you are fully sorry.  I suspect that you are not.”

That could mean only one thing.  More of the same.

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Text © 2012 by Rod Cayenne

Comments welcome!

Life Turned Around – Part 1 (M/M)

Erotic fiction by guest author David Stewart

photo by usitonit

David’s a responsible 32 year old accountant.  He started University at 24, rather late when compared to the normal route of entry straight from school.  He had wasted some years doing nothing useful but then suddenly became wiser and started his education again.

This is the story of what turned this boy’s life around.

David had lived with his mother most of his life.  His father had left the marital home and lost contact with wife and child.  David was too young to remember him.  Instead Uncle George had become the father figure, to an extent, and had always told his sister that she was letting David off with far too much and what he needed was some proper discipline.  It certainly never came from his mother.

Uncle George was a single man with a big house and he was a larger than life character.  He was at least 6’2” and, as he had been a rugby player, he had always been strong and muscular.  He had a rough and ready way about him but at the same time he was caring.  David often resented him and they had a difficult relationship.

After leaving school David became a bit detached from his mother and uncle and it was one day, when he was at his lowest, that he met his uncle in town.  They exchanged greetings and went for a pint.  Uncle George started to tell David off about how he treated his mother and at that moment all the bad times surfaced and David found himself crying in front of his uncle, in the pub.

His uncle told him he needed to settle down, get back on track and start his promising education again.  “Still not too late for you to redeem yourself.”

David was full of self-pity though and was very negative and after some comments said strangely “I think you were probably right about discipline all these years ago and I think Mum let me off with far too much.”

“Yes!” his oncle said. “I think if you had been sent to visit me a few times years ago you would have learned the right way to behave.”

“What would you have done uncle?” he asked.

“Done, David?  I would have put you over my knee and given you a darn good spanking and if that had not worked it would have been the cane for you!”

“Well, that’s no worse than I deserved.  Not getting that hasn’t helped.”  David managed to smile.

“Not too late now David if you want to go down the discipline route and let your uncle guide you.”

“I think I am a bit old to be smacked by my uncle!”

“Never too old and you will see the benefit.”

“Won’t it hurt?” asked David, giving George reason to believe he was seriously considering things.

“Yes it darn well will David, but in the end you will get an education and I will even support you through university – if you are serious.”

They decided that night that David would apply for the next year’s intake at several universities and see what he could manage.

“Once you have a place and have proved to me you are serious then we can discuss your discipline and how I can support you.”

It was six months later that David telephoned his uncle and told him excitedly “I have my University place uncle.”

“Well done lad!  I think we need to discuss this.  How about this evening?”

So it was that David turned up at his uncle’s house at 7.30pm and they had a glass of lager and discussed the methodology and financial aspects.

“So David this is the way it will work. You will undertake your studies and I will support you by paying for your accommodation and books along with an allowance for food and drink.  In return you will study and keep me updated with your marks and progress.  During your four years you will report back to this house before each term starts and I will undertake to provide you with suitable discipline.  Tonight you will sample that discipline.”

“Thank you uncle.” David struggled to say without stuttering.

“And in addition, if your marks fail to make the grade, then further discipline will be given.  If during your term you consider that more discipline is needed you may visit me at any time.”

“You understand and accept all this?”

“Yes uncle, and thank you.”

Uncle George had drawn up a formal agreement which was signed by David.

“Your mother will be very proud of you.  I will let her know that I am supporting you.  However, the discipline aspect must be a secret between you and I.  The discipline starts now.  This is what you should have had years ago.  I promise it will continue for at least the full four years of your degree.”

His uncle stood and without being told David followed him to the upstairs bedroom.

“Now David I want your trousers off please and I will be back shortly.”

When Uncle George returned he found a very nervous David with an erection growing in his pants.  David winced as he saw that his uncle was carrying a cane with a crook handle.  George sat down on the side of the bed and called David over.  He pulled David’s underpants right down to his ankles and told him to step out of them.  Soon David was over his uncle’s lap, getting his first ever spanking.  It stung like mad!  Worse still was uncle’s iron grip and verbal chastisements:

“You need this so badly David.”

“This has been a long time coming.”

“There is plenty more of this coming your way.”

Soon David was yelping and begging his uncle to stop!  The punishment continued for far too long, at least as far as David was concerned.

“Right get up and stand in the corner, hands on your head!”

He was left in this position for 10 minutes while his uncle paced around and reminded David why he was here: “Your arse is in for a real caning shortly, but it will help you and I expect to be thanked afterwards.” 

It was time.

“Now bend over the side of the bed.” David complied, fearing what was to come.

“Bend over boy, and do not attempt to get up before I give you permission to stand.”

“I am giving you 12 of the cane today and it will hurt. You will scream and shout and tell me it is too sore but you will take all 12.  Is that clear?”

“Yyyesss uncle.”

The first stroke whistled down onto David’s “cane virgin” arse and he shrieked out and stood up!

“Get down David!  You will learn to be obedient.  I will let you off this once, but do it again and there will be added strokes.”

The second stroke whistled down onto David’s quivering rear and bit deep.  The third and fourth followed.  David started to grit his teeth and felt tears welling up.

Five and six were so hard that he gripped and almost tore the bed clothes.  He yelled.

The seventh and eighth followed and felt almost light in comparison. The final four reminded him just how real the pain was.  He stood up when told, with tears rolling down his cheeks.   He wasn’t ashamed.   Uncle left him to get sorted and later they talked over a coffee.  David left that night promising to be good and study and gain top marks.  He was dreading having to visit uncle for discipline once each term.

Over the next four years he visited once each term for repeat doses and he never failed to be dealt a real lesson.  Not once did he have to report for being in less than the top 10%.  No thrashing was worse than that first session with Uncle George.

There was one occasion in his final year that he had confided in his uncle that he perhaps required an additional motivational lesson.  He came home especially for that.

His degree was first class.  Mother and uncle both attended the graduation ceremony.  Both were so proud of David.

It was during a chat with his Uncle at that graduation that David had asked “Do I still need to report to you, as this is the end of term?”  His uncle had replied “No David you don’t, unless you feel the need to do so.”

So it was that despite having graduated David reported again to his uncle and went through the ritual spanking and caning that had become part of his lifestyle and been of so much benefit to him.

After that David got his splendid accountancy job, which gave his Mother immense pride.  She wondered how influential her brother had been in all this and was thankful for the close friendship the three now enjoyed.

David continued to visit his uncle for regular discipline.  It was still their secret.  Tonight was his night to visit Uncle George. As he considered what was to occur, his erection stiffened.  He wondered to himself why he was putting himself through this again.  Why would he do so even though he did not need to?  Even though the pain from his uncle’s hand and cane could reduce him to tears, even though at his age he did not need to?  Then he considered that indeed he did NEED this and he dressed and left for his uncle’s house.

To be continued…

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Story © 2012 by David Stewart

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Your Spankable Arse

photo by huitgalerie

Your spankable arse follows me everywhere.  Sometimes upfront, sometimes behind.  Its pert cheeks beckon and cajole.  Sometimes you try to hide it, but I know it’s there, even in the baggiest clothes.  I long to strip it and reveal its beauty.  For it is truly shameful for it to be unappreciated, and unadorned by the marks of my hand or canes.  I cannot bear to share it with anyone else, for it must belong to me.  It’s mine!  It is the gateway to your pain and your pleasure, and to other hidden treasure!  Let me feel it, caress it, beat it, worship it.  Give it to me, you know I am the only one who loves it.  I know every curve, who are you calling a perv?  I dream of it at night, I play with it and pinch it every now and then.  It’s my friend and my lover, the object of my affection.  It looks good in leather, and even better bare.  Oh yes, I love your spankable arse!

 

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posted by Rod Cayenne © 2012

Image by huitgalerie

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Words That Go Together Well – Part 2

This calls for a caning!

You’ve been wicked

I cannot ignore this

I’ll show you who’s in charge around here

Do you take me for a fool?

Maybe I’m not being strict enough

Rules must be obeyed

It’s not the first time, is it?

This is deliberate disobedience

What did I tell you last time?

I did warn you

I’m going to have to report this

Let’s make it one you’ll remember this time

You’ve let me down

Bare your bottom!

I’m disappointed

Leniency is not appropriate on this occasion

We may have to repeat this

I shan’t forget in a hurry

Kiss the cane

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posted by Rod Cayenne © 2012

Image by Vickie Shan

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Part 1 is here

French Kink (M/F, F/M)

Erotic fiction by your host, Rod Cayenne

I wonder just how kinky the French are.  I once had to cane Monique, a French girl flatmate, for listening to me use the toilet.  For months my suspicions remained just that.  Then one day, I caught her!  She tripped over a piece of worn carpet just as I opened the bathroom door.

“What are you doing?” I asked, “You weren’t spying on me were you?”

“Sorry, sorry, mon ami,” she stated, clearly a little dazed after her fall.  “No harm, I was only listening.”

“YOU WERE WHAT?” I shouted.

“I was only listening.  I like the boy sounds.”

“DISGUSTING!”

“Sorry, sorry.  I am the dirty girl.”

“You certainly are!  You should be punished!”

“Oh no.  No punishment please.  Papa used to whip me with the martinet.”

“With a what?”

“A martinet.  A little whip.”

“Oh, I’ve never heard of that.  In England we use the cane.  Have you heard of it?”

“Yes, yes, mon ami.  Do you have one?”

“No, but I think I should go out and buy one!”

To my amazement, she agreed.  So I found myself in one of London’s finest gay fetish shops.  An extensive choice of canes was on offer.  I passed on the black synthetic ones, choosing instead a traditional curved handle rattan.

I established an immediate rapport with the sales guy.

“For your cheeks, Sir?” he enquired nonchalantly as he wrapped my cane.

“No.  It’s for a very, very wicked flatmate.”

“I understand, Sir, of course.  The pressures of sharing…”

“Indeed.  It’s time to stop all the nonsense.”

I explained about the toilet incident.  His interest was apparent.  I didn’t tell him that the recipient was to be female.  I made a mental note to 
check him out at a later date.

Back at the flat, I was relieved to discover that the two lovebirds, Jim and Hannah, had gone away for a romantic weekend.  So I was alone with Monique.  I unwrapped the cane in front of her and swished it through the air.  She gasped.

“Ooh la la! Papa never hit my bottom with anything like that!”

Then, without me asking she undressed and placed herself on the sofa.

Noel had come early!

CRACK!

CRACK!

“OOOH!”

CRACK!

“Aaaah”

CRACK!

“OWWWWW!”

CRACK!

“Oh, Papa!”

CRACK!

She was crying gently.  Her pert and naked bottom writhed and offered itself for my further enjoyment.  I speeded up the caning.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Immediately after the thrashing, it was apparent that we were both turned on.  She kissed my lips and we ended up making love on the very same sofa where her caning had taken place.

On Sunday evening, the lovebirds returned.  They announced their engagement and that they would be moving out of the flat.  Before they moved out, I spent a drunken evening with Jim, and some vague details of the caning slipped out.  He was interested in disciplining Hannah!

Monique and I became an item.  Her canings became regular weekend events.  We never did let out Jim and Hannah’s room.

I bought Jim and Hannah a mail-order cane as a wedding present, and Monique bought them a genuine French martinet.

After a few months, Monique and I experimented with me on the receiving end of the cane.  I enjoyed it immensely, but she was not comfortable with this.  I fear it may have been the cause of the end of our mad affair.

I never did check out the sales assistant.  Quel dommage!

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Story © rod cayenne 2012

I Understand And I Wish To Continue (M/F)

Revised Version

Erotic fiction by Rod Cayenne and Barry Spockings, © 2011.

 

The bar was almost empty and, by choosing a quiet corner, their privacy was ensured.  Initially Uncle Rod broke the ice with inconsequential chatting about the weather and the news.  Then, this mature, tall, dark and attractive man leaned towards her across the table and, with a twinkle in his eye, asked her confidentially, “Now my dear, shall we get to the point so that I can know a little more about you and, in particular, where this unusual desire we discussed earlier has come from?”

The slim and attractive, smartly dressed brunette, wearing a striped business suit sitting opposite him, crossed her black stockinged legs, blushed and smiled with obvious embarrassment.

“Well, firstly you need to know that I have never done anything like this before.  I am a successful career businesswoman with an annual company turnover in excess of seven figures.  But it has been all work and no play for too long, and so I have become a little lonely and increasingly tired of making all the decisions.  I don’t have a partner.  I have just a dog and a cat to keep me company.  Physical contact with a man is something I have missed for almost three years.  In consequence sometimes I have strange thoughts of allowing myself to submit to a strong dominant male, letting him take control and make the decisions for me, but also to punish me when I need it.  These strange desires have been growing for a long time.  Access to the internet has just made it worse as I spend hours trawling the web for sites reflecting these needs. Then your advert in the personals column caught my eye and I decided to contact you.  You sounded like the ideal man to take me in hand and satisfy these desires.”

“Well you are a naughty girl and from now on you call me Uncle,” he said wagging his finger at her.  “So my naughty niece what sort of sites do you look at?”

“Oh I am sure you can guess Uncle, ones featuring women being spanked and caned by strict schoolmasters, riding instructors, cops, estate agents…”

“Estate agents?  Well that’s a new one on me!  But I can think of one or two agents both male and female I’d like to cane!  Along with lawyers, used car salesman and politicians, they all deserve a good thrashing.”

“Mmmmm me too!  There are also one or two Estate Agents I’d like to spank me, given the chance or maybe go even further…” her voice trailed off and she blushed once more.  This encouraged him to open up about his extensive experiences as a disciplinarian and mentor.  He related to her some of his sessions with other naughty ladies who had contacted him.  She found his descriptions both exciting and disturbing as he clearly was a serious, no nonsense dominant male.  She was hanging on to his every word but eventually his vivid, detailed descriptions of previous encounters with other ‘women in need’, had so aroused her that she just had to interrupt his narrative.

“I am sorry to interrupt you Uncle Rod but I know I’ve done well in business by speaking my mind.  So I hope you won’t mind me being frank and getting to the point.  As I indicated in our earlier phone call, I really need a spanking today.  Now that I have met you face to face and listened to your experiences with other women, I want you to be the man to spank me – please!”

“Hmmm, my naughty niece, well maybe you are being a bit fast, but I like that in a girl and I also like a woman who knows what she wants and is not afraid to say so.  Let’s go back to my flat now and we’ll see what happens but only on condition that you promise to obey me unconditionally and that you willingly accept my authority over you.  I also warn you that it will be a painful experience which, once started, means there will be no going back!”

“Yes, of course Uncle, I promise to obey you and accept your authority.  It is exactly what I need and if the experience is painful – so be it!”

Once back at his flat they headed straight for the bedroom.  On the dresser, his collection of implements was already laid out in preparation.  There were three canes, two hairbrushes, a leather strap, a riding crop and a leather paddle.

“Goodness – what a collection! I’d like you to try all of these on me sometime soon,” she said swishing a knobbly cane around.

Uncle Rod seated himself on an upholstered stool adjacent to the bed and, smiling, said, “Oh you will my dear, don’t worry about that!  But first things first – I’d like you over my knee for a thorough hand spanking.”

Demurely she obeyed, lifting her skirt above her black stockings to show white lace panties and a black suspender belt and then bent over Uncle Rod’s lap, wriggling her bottom sexily as she did so.

“Hmm, very nice, and I must say you have a pert, very spankable bottom which I will enjoy warming. You can keep your knickers on to start with – not that they will give you much protection. Now brace yourself!”

SMACK SMACK SMACK! 

The first three blows fell on the bottom that was so beautifully presented to him.  Apparently they made little impression as she only let out a sigh of satisfaction.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

The next nine caused her to wriggle uncomfortably.

“Oooooh, that feels so good Uncle! Please take my panties down now!” she urged.  He was more than happy to oblige and slipped them down smartly. He then rubbed, squeezed and massaged her cheeks causing her to squirm with pleasure.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

The next nine only prompted a cry of “Harder Uncle!”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

Eighteen more and clearly he still wasn’t making a sufficient impression on her bare bottom.  Obviously, sterner measures were called for. After more buttock massaging and erotic rubbing he observed that she was now wet with arousal and eager to take more.  Uncle Rod’s extensive experience in similar situations had taught him that more painful punishment was definitely now in order.

“I think it is time for your naughty little bottom to feel the kiss of the cane, my dear.  Six of the very best with this stinging cane will do the trick, I think.”

“Now do exactly as I say,” he commanded.  “You will strip off completely for your caning.  Then I want you on the bed on all fours with that naughty bottom  raised to receive punishment.  Is that clear?”

“Perfectly clear Uncle – but won’t it hurt awfully?”

“Of course it will and it is meant to.  Now be a good girl and get stripped off and don’t you dare keep me waiting!  I intend being the strict estate agent who has been messed about by a devious little minx of a customer.  That, of course, is you and you know what brats like you deserve?”

“Yes Uncle – they get their bare bottoms beaten – very hard! I promise I will try not to cry.”

By now she was stripped with all fours on the bed, offering her beautiful bare but reddened bottom to the kiss of the cane.

SWISH-CRACK!

“Ouch! Ooooh, that really hurt!”

“This will teach you to mess me around, clearly you had no interest in that house at all!”

SWISH-CRACK!

“OWWWW! I am soooo sorry I did not mean to mess you around.”

“You just wanted a good nose around the place, didn’t you?”

SWISH-CRACK!

“AAARRGGGH – yes, but some women are naturally nosy.”

“And, I suspect, that also you wanted to spend some quality, private time alone with your agent in this strange house, acting out your erotic fantasies, didn’t you?”

SWISH-CRACK!

 “Aaaarghh! Well perhaps – but then you are rather attractive you know and very dominant. It is difficult for a girl to resist a man like you…”

“But you had no intention of buying!”

SWISH-CRACK!

“Aaaarghh – No – I must admit I was just nosy and perhaps a little horny.”

“Well this time you have been caught out, my girl!”

SWISH-CRACK!

“Arrrgggh!  Ooooh, my botty is so sore, Uncle!  Please rub it better.”  As Uncle Rod obliged, gently massaging her bottom and slipping his fingers between her wet thighs, tears of joy could be seen rolling down her face.

He smiled, “Well good! It seems at last that I am making the right impression on you.  Now for something different.  Over my knee again and we will try this hairbrush.  I shall use it to punish you for viewing those spanking sites.  This will really hurt on a freshly spanked and caned bottom!  Do you understand and agree to accept further punishment?”

“I Understand And I Wish To Continue!” she replied, smirking.

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Story by Rod Cayenne and Barry Spockings, © 2011

Very special thanks to Barry Spockings for his enhancements to the story

The Insurance Man (M/M)

Explicit erotica by new guest author David Stewart

picture by Jonathan

David was a 53-year old married man.  Life was good, he thought as he walked to his next call.  He was an insurance estimator and the company and pay were to his liking.  28 years he had been in this game and with the same company.  He was one of their top assessors.

Mr Hampton answered the door.  He smiled and politely offered a cup of coffee.  This was accepted by David and they sat down to discuss the claim.

The claim was for a break-in at the house and the claim was not for the little that was stolen, but for the significant damage caused.

The entry had been through the kitchen back door.  All other doors had been locked with a security lock,  top and bottom.  Unfortunately the doors all had glass panels and these were wrecked in the process of entering each room.  The damage was still evident and Mr Hampton was obviously still very annoyed.

“Pure vandalism!” he almost shouted in anger, as he showed David around.  “These little brats should get proper jobs and earn their money instead of trying to rob those of us that have worked every day of their lives.”

Mr Hampton was in his late sixties and had recently retired from a senior management position with a manufacturer.

They went to each room and David, even though experienced, was amazed at the vandalism that had taken place.  Valuable vases and ornaments smashed, pictures slashed and in the dining room a long oak table worth £12,000 had been scratched deliberately with gang insignia.

Mr Hampton was making regular comments in each room about the youth of today and so on.  After a long time they sat down to discuss the claim over another coffee.

“Have the police any ideas?” asked David.

“Bloody police…no none and with today’s police I don’t expect them to either.  Bloody civilian officer, one of these community bobbies arrived and knew bugger all.  If I could get my hands on them I would show them a thing or two.”

“You know David, you are a bit older, don’t you remember the police of yesterday that you were scared of?  The school teacher, your parents?  They had authority and woe betide you if you did anything wrong.  I remember telling my father that I had been caned at school and I ended up over his knee getting another warming.  That taught me…oh but not today. ”

David continued his questionnaire and could not help thinking that the powerful Mr Hampton probably would still be capable of dealing with the people responsible.  The thought had him slightly nervous and there was a stirring in his loins.

“Don’t you agree?” Mr Hampton asked, and brought David back to reality.

“Sorry, what?” he asked.

“Well don’t you agree that discipline in the old days was tough but kept us in line.”

“Yes totally Mr Hampton, it did me and obviously you.”

“May I ask how were your parents discipline wise.  Did they spank you when you were naughty?”

“Eh?  Well yes, I always knew I could go so far then it was a stern look and ‘Get to your room’!”

“And at school were you caned?”

“No.  The cane was not used.  I was schooled in Scotland and they used a tawse, a kind of leather belt on the hands.”

“Ah yes, I have seen these. I bet that stung?”

“Yes, but I also suspect it was better than the cane, Mr Hampton.”

A conversation then started about caning and discipline in general and it was almost 2 hours after his arrival when the forms were completed.

All during this Mr Hampton had pressed about school and parental discipline and as they finished Mr Hampton asked: “Would you like to see one of the school canes we were thrashed with, just so you can imagine what the difference would be like?”

“Well, eh, yes, thank you.”

“Well, follow me, David,” Mr Hampton said rather firmly.  And David submissively followed to what was a study on the top floor.

“The little blighters did not come in here, or if they did were too scared to damage it.  He opened a drawer and took out a very old looking crook-handled cane, which he swished a few times and offered to David.

David took hold and was well aware he was becoming excited and turned slightly to the side to hide this. “I have to ask how you have this, Sir?”   Mr Hampton smiled and said “Just call it a hobby, shall we?”  He produced a tawse from the same drawer and David eyed this.  It was certainly authentic looking and after handling it, David returned it.

As he did so Mr Hampton lowered his eyes and David blushed as he said to him “I hope I am not embarrassing you with these and causing you any concerns, David?” 

It was a question to which David could only answer “No, not at all, Sir.”

“You see it was common practice when waiting in line to be thrashed at school for the boys to become almost excited…funny that?”

As they went back to the lounge to pick up his paperwork, Mr Hampton said “Now David, think me out of order but you were getting excited up there and I hope it was not embarrassing for you.  I understand.  Did you get excited all those years ago?”

 “Eh?  Yes, I mean no, well yes, sometimes.”

“And were you thinking back to these days David, when you were in my study?  Tell me David how were you chastised in the house, if you don’t mind?  Shall I pour us a glass of Madeira?  Those ill-behaved louts did not ruin it.”

Over the glass David explained that he was brought up by an aunt and uncle.  Usually his uncle would send him to his room and make him wait for up to an hour.  He would then come in make him strip to his pants before lecturing him.  Then he would take David’s pants down, put him over his lap and spank him long and hard.  The worst part was the waiting, then the lecture.  David almost wished the lecture would stop and he would get on with it.  It was either his hand or sometimes a belt that was used.  At school it was the tawse on hands and that was always hellish.

“Do you ever miss that?” asked Mr Hampton, obviously enjoying the conversation.

“What do you mean miss it?”

“Well, the finality of it.  The fact that once it was over, you all spoke again, etc.  Rather than falling out at home or work and being in their bad books?  Imagine if when you were naughty nowadays, it was a walk to the boss and a spanking sorted it out.  What a marvellous world.”

David made to leave and Mr Hampton shook his hand tightly and as he left said, “Now David if you ever feel the desire to go back a few years then I will be happy to take you there.”

“Pardon?” said David and immediately felt foolish.

Still holding his hands he replied “If you ever feel the need, like so many other adults do, to be returned to days gone past for some family-style discipline, then come to me and I will provide it.”

David was rock hard at this talk but left the house and walked towards his car.  However, he did an immediate about turn.  Mr Hampton opened the door and said, “That was quick!” and invited him back in.

“Oh, have you forgotten something David?” Mr Hampton smiled.

They both knew what was happening but Mr Hampton was playing.

“Eh?  No, not forgotten Mr Hampton, rather remembered.  You were offering me something, if I ever felt the need Sir.”

“Ah, that yes, I was offering you a darn good thrashing.  I was offering to give you a repeat of what your Uncle or Head Teacher did and I’ll even let you taste my cane lad!”

David adopted a very submissive role and blushed as he said, “Yes Sir.  I thought that was the offer and that is why I have returned.”

“Well David, let there be no mistake here, I can and do provide this for several adults, but I do so in the old fashioned way and deliver real and painful lessons.  Are you sure that is what you want?”

“Yes Sir!”

“Very well lad.  Go up to my study and wait for me.”

For David, it was like all those years ago.  His stomach started to churn as he climbed the stairs, entered the study and waited.

The sound of footfall on the stairs was followed by Mr Hampton entering the room and pulling a chair into the centre of the room.

“Right! David you can remove your clothing, down to your pants please.”

David did so robot fashion and soon stood naked except for his pants.  They were not doing anything to hide his obvious erection.

Mr Hampton stood watching him and then went round to the drawer and took out his cane and tawse.  The erection got harder and even more obvious.

“I am going to put you over my knees and spank your bottom, then I will give you a taste of my cane, but first we need to get rid of that offensive erection, lad.  Raise your hands palm up.  After each stroke raise again and change over palms.”

David did as he was told and the tawse was raised over Mr Hampton’s right shoulder.  It then came down fast to hit David’s palms.  He let out a cry but changed hands and took a second strike.  His hands were on fire and his erection went.

Mr Hampton laughed and said, “Never fails lad, never fails!”  He sat down and called David over and started to lecture him on behaviour, discipline and what was about to happen. 

Nervously David felt as though he were back in front of his uncle and almost wanted to shout, “Please Mr Hampton, just get it over with.” Mr Hampton pulled David’s pants down before pulling him over his lap.  He started to spank submissive David forcefully with regular smacks that brought forth yelps and cries.

The spanking lasted for who knows how long but certainly longer than David felt he needed!  When he stood he immediately rubbed his burning rear.

Mr Hampton picked up the cane and handed it to David. “Now David, ask me to cane you when you are ready.  It will be six of the best like at my school.  It will hurt and I will make it hurt.  If you stand during it I will add a stroke and give the stroke again.  That means if you stand once then the six becomes eight.  Stand twice then it becomes ten.  We can go on all day so best grab the desk, bite your lip and take the sixer.  Do you understand me?”

“Yes Sir.”

“So now I will leave you to think and when I come back either ask for the cane or you can put it down and we will leave it as it is…for today.”  Saying that he turned and left.

It was 10 minutes later that Mr Hampton returned.   David was still naked and still holding the cane.  In that 10 minutes the pain from the spanking had diminished and his palms were not so burning.  His erection had returned and one could have hung the cane on it.  Mr Hampton noticed this of course, but only asked, “So David, what is it to be?”

David handed the cane to him saying, “Will you cane me please, Sir?”

“Right lad, get over that desk, grab the far side and hold on.  This will be more painful than you can ever imagine.  But you deserve this.”

He took aim, tapped the nervous rear a few times then swung hard and accurately.  The cane landed on both cheeks.  David grabbed tight and wailed high!

The second stroke was a minute later and caused a similar reaction.  The third and then fourth were similar but exceeded the pain of the first two.  The fifth stroke was almost unbearable and the final stroke cut deep, crossing the previous strokes.

David was told to stay where he was.  He saw Mr Hampton return the cane and tawse to the drawer.  He then came behind David and started to rub his welted bottom and soon the erection returned.

“Such a naughty boy David, but do you feel better for that?”

“Yyyes, Sir.”

“There is one advantage in an adult getting a thrashing…”  His hands went between David’s legs and took hold of the cock.  “And that is after a thrashing the boy gets some reward…would you like to be rewarded David?”

David opened his legs wider and said breathlessly “Yes Sir, I would.”

Mr Hampton left the room and returned with some tissues and holding these proceeded to wank David’s cock slowly and deliberately, all the time telling him what he would do next time he visited.  How he would cane him more, spank him longer, tawse him properly and all this caused David to explode into the tissue, more heavily than he could ever remember doing in the past.

As David left the home of his new friend he was told, “Now remember lad.  My study is always open.”

David smiled, said, “Thank you Sir” and added, “I will see you again soon.”

Sir smiled and closed the door.

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Story © 2012 by David Stewart, used here by kind permission

Photo © 2012 by Jonathan, used here by kind permission

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Who’s At Home?

Who’s at home masturbating?  Who’s at home looking at porn?  Who’s hoping to get caught?  Will your underwear be pulled down roughly, so that a thrashing may be applied?  Cane, slipper or strap?  You know very well that there’s something you should be doing.  The garden.  Some decorating.  Giving the dog another walk.  Your college work.  But the lure of the filth on the net is too strong.  You are playing a dangerous game.  It’ll end in tears.   Naughty, naughty!  Ouch!

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Pic by Vickie Shan

Text © Rod Cayenne, 2012