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.”
“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!
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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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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