Closing Down Sale – Part 6 (M/M)

Erotic fiction by Rod Cayenne

The story so far:  Uncle is a silver-haired policeman soon to be facing retirement.  His disciplinary cane is back in use.  He has just begun hosting his 19-year old nephew, Gordon, for a fortnight’s disciplinary stay.

Part 1 is here

Part 2 is here

Part 3 is here

Part 4 is here

Part 5 is here

And now Part 6!

19-year old Gordon awoke with a start. He was lying naked in his uncle’s bed. His uncle was also naked in the King Size bed, and Gordon was acutely aware of his uncle’s erection. It was dangerously close to Gordon’s arsehole and freshly caned buttocks.

“Er morning, uncle. I thought you said you hadn’t seen one of those for a while.”

“Morning Gordon. Yes I did indeed say that, but isn’t it strange how these things pop up when you least expect them to?”

“I’m not easily shocked uncle, but are you sure this is appropriate?”

“Less of your cheek, young man! I’ll decide what’s appropriate and what isn’t.”

“Sorry Uncle.  I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“I should hope not! Look over there,” he said, his hairy tattooed arm pointing to the bedroom door where a rattan punishment cane hung menacingly on a hook. “I didn’t show that to your parents. It’s the cane I said I’d source for them. I thought we might break it in over this fortnight before I present it to your dad.”

“Uncle. I am going to be on my best behaviour these two weeks. You won’t be needing the new cane or the old one.”

“Not so fast, Gordon. Your parents listed a lot of faults yesterday. I only punished you for calling me a prize idiot. There were other problems which are still unpunished at the moment. Today, you will be punished for the surliness your parents reported. I’m not sure when, but it will be later.”

“Oh Uncle! It’s not fair!”

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. I really don’t care. Isn’t it a relief to know that I’ll be making all the decisions this fortnight? You just need to follow my instructions. Think of it as a break.”

“But Uncle, how can it be a relief if I’m worrying about a caning all the time?”

“It’s only a caning! I used to get them all the time when I was a lad. Never did me any harm.”

“Now you’re sounding like my dad! And mum. They both said that ‘Never did me any harm’ business as well.”

“Well, there you are then! That’s three adults who share the same opinion. Hasn’t it occurred to you that we might be right?”

“Uncle, I’m an adult too!”

“Not this fortnight you’re not.  I shall be expecting you to behave as a thoroughly obedient boy. Is that clear?”

“Uncle, it’s not fair!”

“Do you want your caning now? I’m quite happy to oblige!”

“No Uncle, sorry, no.”

“OK then. How about you go and get showered now and then come down for some breakfast? Remember though, you’re not allowed to close the bathroom door. I need to be sure no surreptitious masturbation is going on!”

Midway through showering, Gordon became aware that his uncle had entered the room.

“Just checking. This is an erection-free zone you know!” Uncle teased.

Gordon was really fed up now. He desperately wanted to have a wank. All this talk of canings and erections had turned him on. As he was going to be caned anyway, he wondered if he he could negotiate a deal with his uncle. A quick caning for a quick wank, or something. But then he thought about it some more and decided it wasn’t wise to go seeking a caning.  His penis would have to remain in his pants for the whole fortnight, it seemed.  He longed to return to work or to his parents’ home.

Uncle shouted another instruction:  “Put on your pyjamas after you’ve finished in here.  It would be a shame for them to remain unused.”

This should have started some alarm bells ringing in Gordon’s head, but it didn’t.  Obviously he was in a particularly thick mood.  Or was it all that unreleased testosterone clouding his thoughts?

“Oh and one more thing…”

“Yes, Uncle?”

“Bring the new cane down to breakfast with you.”

Uncle had prepared a breakfast of bacon and eggs and marmalade on cold toast.  He instructed Gordon to sit down at the table and to place the cane on the table, too.

“There,” said Uncle as he sat down, “Just the three of us friends, you, me and the cane.  Sweet!”

Uncle’s sadistic humour was wasted on Gordon who was consumed in thought.  Gordon stared at the new cane lying on the breakfast table in front of him.  He felt a stirring in his pyjama trousers.  It was almost as if he wished to be caned there and then.  What to do?  What to do?  As luck would have it of course, Uncle would be making all the decisions.  As they finished breakfast, Uncle started barking instructions:

“Right!  Clear the table!  Drop your pyjama trousers.  Bend over the table!”

Unfortunately for Gordon, his stiffer than stiff erection was still present, and Uncle saw it as soon as the blue pyjama trousers fell to the ground.

“I see!  Gross impertinence!  This calls for punishment!”

“Oh Uncle, please go easy on me!  It’s only a few hours since my last caning.  Well, less than a day anyway.”

“Yes, I realise that, ” said uncle with mock concern, “But we have only thirteen more nights together Gordon.  We don’t have long to get you back onto the straight and narrow, do we?”

Gordon groaned almost silently.

“I’ll limit it to six for the gross impertinence of waving that erection at me, for now!”

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

Gordon took all six in relative silence.  Uncle was a little annoyed and looked carefully at the cane,

“Hmmm.  I’m not sure that this cane is severe enough for my purposes,” he announced “it will probably be just right for a beginner like your dad, though!  I’d better give you six more for the surliness.”

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

This time Gordon did wiggle and show his discomfort.  However, his lips remained sealed and again uncle was disappointed by the lack of vocalisation.   Uncle threw down the cane in disgust.

“Stay down!” he commanded, “Let me feel your bottom to see what impression that toy cane has made.”

He gently felt Gordon’s bottom.  It was satisfyingly warm, inviting almost, with gentle ridges.  Gordon couldn’t help but squirm as his uncle massaged the cheeks gently.  Uncle’s hands were skilled and forgiving.  There was no sadism now, just more than a suspicion of lust.

“I think we’ll save that toy cane for emergencies.  We’ll revert to my trusty police-issue model.  It’s like an old friend.”

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Story © 2012 by Rod Cayenne

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Next part (Part 7) is here

Life Turned Around – Part 5 (F/M, M/M)

Explicit erotic fiction by David Stewart

David blushed self-consciously as Uncle George said hello.  They shook hands and George said: “I am so pleased you and Ruth have decided to make a go of things. You are just what each other needs.”

The wine served, they chatted amongst themselves and Uncle George spoke as if David was not present.

“So my dear, how has David been behaving since you took the reins?”

“He is learning fast, George.”

“So David, is Ruth here as strict as I was?”

“Yes Uncle George, I’ve found Miss Ruth to be very strict.”

“I have missed your visits David.  I was aware when Ruth here took over that you would not be around so much, but had not expected to become a stranger.  Have you not needed my brand of discipline at all?”

“No, no, Uncle I just thought that Miss Ruth was doing that now and I had no idea that I could still visit you.”

Both Miss Ruth and Uncle George laughed and David realised he was being teased.

“No David you can still visit me, but I think Ruth here will be keeping you occupied.  However, when were you last spanked?”

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“Last night Uncle.”

“Would you show your Uncle your marks David?” It was an instruction and not a request so David stood, bared his bottom and showed his Uncle all.

“Nice marks Ruth dear…nice marks.”

The conversation turned to how many strokes had been given and so forth, and all this time David remained with his bottom bared.

“I think David needs more attention George,” Miss Ruth stated.  A short time after this Uncle George had the young David over his lap again and was spanking his marked naked buns vigorously, much to the amusement of Miss Ruth.  The spanking continued for some time before Uncle tired and told David to stand in the corner.

After five minutes Miss Ruth ordered him to serve more wine, and as David went to pull up his trousers was told not to do so.  He had to shuffle embarrassingly from glass to glass before returning to the corner.  He did this automatically, without being asked.

Uncle left a short time later leaving David in the corner, his red bottom cheeks on show.  Miss Ruth returned to the room and congratulated David on his ability to withstand such a spanking.

“Strip for me David!” she instructed.  David removed all his clothing and stood naked and erect in front of his Mistress.

Miss Ruth took her dress off and sat legs apart on the sofa and beckoned David to her. “Lick me!” she said and as David moved to touch her almost see through panties Miss Ruth said: “No. Through my panties, I want you to taste what I have been feeling as I watched George spank you.”

David licked and licked and soon Miss Ruth was convulsing in orgasmic pleasure, all brought on by David.

Composing herself, she took David to bed and he repeated his task, this time without Miss Ruth wearing her panties. While pleasuring her, Miss Ruth was telling him all about her delight and feelings when watching George chastising her David.

“I want to watch you being disciplined more often, David.  I get pleasure whipping you but I get so so wet watching another person do it.  I want a friend to join us and spank and cane you for me.  Would you like that?” she asked.

“I want whatever you want, Miss Ruth,” he responded honestly.

“Good because my friend also has the most gorgeous cock in the world and it gets so very hard during a spanking session.  I just know he would love to cane you.  Would that work for you?”

“Yes Miss Ruth, it would,” David’s mind was spinning. 

“And would you want to watch or just wonder about my friend shagging me?  Where your cock has not been yet?”

David was becoming excited by all this talk.  Miss Ruth realised, and made him kneel on the bed. “Wank yourself but don’t cum till I allow it.  Would you like to watch my friend and I fucking David?  His big cock giving me such joy?”

“Oh yes Miss Ruth, yes I would.”

“Would you not be jealous of him?”

“Yes I would Miss Ruth, but you deserve to receive whatever you wish for.”

“Don’t you cum now David because if you do I am going to make you wait five minutes and then cane you good and hard with…” At this, David lost control.  The cum spunked into his hands.

“As I was saying, twelve strokes with my cane.  Now go and clean up and come back to me.  I am almost disappointed in you.”

David duly cleaned up and did feel some disappointment that he had failed to obey his Miss Ruth.  There was also the fear of a caning to follow.  When he returned he found Miss Ruth standing naked with the cane in her hands.  She was smiling wickedly as she swished the cane to and fro.

“Well, time for the naughty wanker to be punished!”

She approached and felt his flaccid cock.  She laughed and said: “This is a real punishment.  You must take it well, because if at any time you stand or touch your bottom, we’ll start from stroke number one again.”

He felt no sexual urges this time as he bent over and prepared for what he felt sure would be his worst caning to date.  The first stroke whistled down and a few milliseconds later the pain cut through, just before the second landed.  He cried out loud.

“Yell out David!  You deserve this and I like to know I am hitting the spot,” she laughed as the third landed.  David did not laugh, smile or snigger.  He did though feel tears welling up.  The next two strokes landed in swift succession and he yelled and this time the tears started.

His pleas of “Sorry, Miss Ruth!” were ignored and the caning continued to be painfully provided by the enthusiastic chastiser.  The final stroke was given and David remained bent over.  She cuddled him, stroked his face and wiped his tears before moving a hand down to his still flaccid cock.

“Such a shame, as if you had been hard after that you may have got to enter my haven with it!  Never mind now, chance gone!”

David dressed and with head bowed followed the next instruction: “Go and put your clothes in the spare room.”

David had wrongly assumed he was sharing the main bedroom with Miss Ruth. As he put his clothes away he noticed three maids outfits in the wardrobe, and in the top drawer were a selection of white knickers. David wondered about these.  “Surely not?” he said to himself, but his  penis was no longer flaccid and showed him what he wanted.

David was indeed entering the world of submissive service to a stronger lady.  He relished this and wanted whatever was to come.  More exciting still was the the prospect of Miss Ruth not only using him about the house but making sure her friend, as she had called him, came to visit and punish while she watched.

“David!” Miss Ruth said as she entered the room.  She lifted a pair of knickers and said “Well”? 

“Well what Miss Ruth?” 

She touched his erection through his trousers and laughed. “Well, well!   I see you appreciate who these are for, darling. And these…” She lifted out a maid uniform. “Just your size perhaps?”

David blushed deeply both with the embarrassment and total humiliation of wanting to wear these for Miss Ruth.

“These do not get touched until I tell you, David.  That’s when you earn the right to be my maid.  Now I want you downstairs.  We’ll discuss your routine and duties.”

After his routine was explained, he relished the chores and tasks set.  He did so even more when he heard Miss Ruth on the phone.  She ended her conversation with: “So my darling Paul, 7.30 Friday and I will introduce you to my new live-in maid.  He has such a caneable arse, you will enjoy it!”

David continued his chores but he was already anticipating that day.

To Be Continued.

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Story © 2012 by David Stewart

Twelve Months Of Caning

“The Canery” blog has been running for exactly one year now.  During that time, a lot of bottoms have been caned!  The blog will be continuing along much the same lines as ever.  Currently, I have 55 story ideas saved, so the momentum is undiminished.  However, over the next week or so I plan to concentrate on housekeeping here.  This will manifest itself in improved punctuation, grammar and links.  These are all areas that I sometimes neglect in my enthusiasm and excitement!  It’s amazing how distracting bottoms can be.  I will revisit every post with a view to improving it.  These are small changes, but I hope the cumulative effect will be worthwhile.  I have also had to remove a few of the pictures to ensure complete compliance with the hosting rules.

This is a good time to thank my fellow authors, comment posters and fans for their support of “The Canery”.   I hope you will join me for another year of very sore bottoms!

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posted by Rod Cayenne

A Visit To The Canery – Part 1 (F/M)

Erotic fiction by Rod Cayenne

At the top of the stone spiral staircase was a room known as ‘The Canery’.  Like all the rooms in the old schoolhouse which my aunt and uncle had bought there was a brass door plaque with the room name on.  I must admit I was wondering if these nameplates were recent additions, as the brasses showed little sign of polishing.  I’d always fancied myself as a bit of a sleuth, and I felt sure there was some forgery afoot here.

Later that weekend I was sitting in the small dining area grandly called ‘The Refectory’ with my aunt, when my curiosity got the better of me.

“Aunt Pauline, are those brass plaques original features?  They look new to me.”

“How very astute, Richard.  Only one or two are originals.  The ones saying ‘Headmaster’ and ‘Kitchen’, if I remember correctly.  We had the others made locally, in a similar style.  I can see why you joined the police, you are quite a sharp lad.”

“Well, I just noticed, that was all.  Tell me about ‘The Canery’, that’s an unusual word, in fact, is it even a real word?”

“I’m not sure to be honest, Richard.  When we bought the place we did some research, asking the locals  about the place.  Ex-pupils insisted that the tower room was known as ‘The Canery’ and indeed, that’s where canings took place.”

“I see.  I wonder why not in the Headmaster’s study?  It seems a bit strange.”

“Yes it does, doesn’t it?  I think this was quite a strict place.  We found half a dozen canes hidden around the place, so it seems likely that the tales about ‘The Canery’ are true.”

“Really?  This is a most interesting building.  I can see why you bought it.”

“Yes, we fell in love with it.  Truth told, it’s a bit big for just the two of us.  You’d be welcome to stay.”

“Well, thank you but I am committed to the Section House a little longer, but after that, I’d love to.  Are you sure Uncle Bob wouldn’t mind?”

“Oh I wear the trousers in this relationship.  So what I say goes, generally.  Talking of which, would you like to see the canes we found?”

Only later did I think about the strange logic in what Aunt Pauline said.

“Yes please.  Crime and punishment are always interesting to us coppers.  We often discuss bringing back the cane and birch.  With the louts of today, we’re always talking about it down at the station.”

“Really?  How fascinating, and yet none of your contemporaries can have experienced corporal punishment at school.  Or at home, I would hazard a guess.”

“No indeed.  The canes?”

“Oh yes.  I’ll go and fetch them.  I think I left them in the bedroom.”

Again, I didn’t pick up on what Aunt Pauline was telling me in a roundabout way.  I must have been in a particularly dim, unsleuthful mood that day.  She was gone a while, during which the heavens opened and torrential rain poured down.  A distant clap of thunder followed.

“Shit!  Bang goes our walk,” I said.

“Yes, looks like we are stuck here.  And I hope I won’t be hearing that word again, young Richard!” she admonished.  She dropped the canes on to the refectory table.  “It’s a word I detest.”

“Sorry, Aunty.”

“Apparently swearing would have got the pupil six of the best at this school.”

“Thoroughly deserved I suppose Aunty.”

“Yes, you’re lucky we live in more enlightened times now.”

“Yes.  Although I must admit I’d love to know what it was like.”

“Really, Richard?”

“Yes, although I suppose that’s a bit weird.”

“Yes, but I suppose it could be fun to invent a little caning game as our walk is off.  I’ll tell you what.  Go to the headmaster’s study and take these canes with you.  I would have suggested a visit to ‘The Canery’ but it’ll be a bit cold up there today.”

So it was the I made my way to the white wooden door with the brass “Headmaster” plaque.  I was carrying the six canes, and thinking how little they weighed.  Suddenly Aunt Pauline appeared.

“Good lad!”  She took the canes off me and went into the office.  Just before closing the door she said “You wait outside here like a naughty schoolboy.  Knock on the door in five minutes.”

I timed the five minutes to the second, although I was feeling silly about this game we’d arranged.  I wasn’t sure now that I wanted to discover what a caning was like.   I knocked anyway.

“Come!”

As I entered I was shocked to find Aunt Pauline sat behind the headmaster’s desk, wearing a mortar board and gown.  In front of her, on the desk, lay two of the crook handled school canes.

“So Richard, you have been sent to me for using swear words in the Refectory!  I need to know what you said so that I can determine the punishment! What filthy language did you use?”

“Just shit Ma’am,” I replied.  Strangely, I could feel myself blushing.

“Disgusting behaviour!  I hope it didn’t put any of the younger boys off their dinners!”

“No Ma’am, sorry Ma’am!”

“I think this calls for a thorough thrashing for you, boy!  Six of the best.  On your bare bottom!”

“Whaat?” This was more than I’d bargained for.  I’d half expected the traditional six, but not bare!

“Don’t you what me!” Aunt Pauline replied, her acting skills improving by the second.

She picked up one of the canes and gestured to a stool in the corner of the room. It was pale wood, possibly pine, with a cushioned brown leather seat.  It looked too modern to be at home in this old-fashioned place.

“Pull it into the middle of the room.   That’s it.  Now, allow me to take your trousers and underpants down.”

I’d never thought of Aunt Pauline in a sexual way before.  Today was different, however.  This game was turning me on.  Fortunately, I managed to avoid an erection as she undid my belt and pulled my trousers and briefs down.

“You do realise that this will hurt a great deal Richard?”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

“Good.  Make as much noise as you dare.  This place is nicely secluded.  However, I must warn you to stay in place over the stool.  Jumping up, rubbing or moving will incur extra strokes.”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

At this point we were both enjoying the game, although I wasn’t comfortable that my bare bottom was on view to her.  I was worried that she would see my arsehole, which I had always regarded as the most private of places.  I was less worried about my cock, as I was always proud of it and liked to show it to anyone who expressed an interest in it.

CRACK!  The cane lashed down on my naked bottom, but I managed to stay quiet, despite waves and waves of pain.

CRACK!  It struck again, and in much the same place.  I gasped for air.  Wow!  The pain was truly phenomenal!

CRACK! “YEOW!” I cried, once again astonished at the pain the slim cane had produced.

CRACK! “Owwww! No more, please.” I begged for mercy as I’d had my fill of this particular game.

CRACK! She was ignoring my discomfort.

“Last one Richard, let’s make it a hard one shall we?”

CRAAACK! “SHIT!” I cried out before realising shamefully that I had repeated the very word that had caused me all this pain in the first place.

“Well, you have failed me Richard.  It seems that six of the best has not cured your foul language problem.  I am disappointed.  You will receive another six to see if we can help solve that little problem.”

I had another little problem.  Despite the pain, my cock was becoming erect.  I was embarrassed.  Aunt Pauline noticed and laughed heartily.

“Take off all your clothes and follow me!” she commanded.  We walked out of the study and along the corridor, with me totally naked and with my hands covering my embarrassment.  This did mean I was unable to sooth away the burning pain in my bottom cheeks.  She was walking purposefully, flexing the cane as she went.  We reached the spiral stairs and I realised that the caning would continue up in The Canery.

“Oooh it really is cold up here!” I exclaimed.  The room was octagonal, with windows on each face.  It had a neglected, musty air.  In fact, it was quite a creepy place.

“Well, I did tell you it would be.  We’ve only ended up here because of your filthy language!  Still another sixer should warm you up nicely.  I want you on all fours over this trunk.”  She used the cane to point out the dusty item she wanted me to mount.  I duly did so and it felt really humiliating.  I realised that in this position, on all fours, escape would be impossible.  Once again, I worried about my most intimate areas being so cruelly exposed.

CRACK! CRACK CRACK! The cane lashed down again, fast and hard.  This time I was determined to watch my language.

CRACK! “YEEOWCH!” I cried.  She was trying to break my will, I felt sure.  She was strangely silent as she thrashed me.  Still, the cane did all the talking, I suppose.

CRACK! “AARGH!”

CRACK!  “OWWW!”  At least that was it.  It was over.  My arse throbbed awfully.

“There, that was a fun game!” said Aunt Pauline, reverting to her old self instead of the strict role she had been playing.  “Did you enjoy it Richard?”

“Only in a funny kind of way,” I said, as I was more concerned with my runaway erection, which seemed to have a mind of its own.  “At least I know what it’s like now.  And the lads at the station were right.  They should bring it back for the louts!”

“Yes indeed.”

I gazed through one of the windows at the foul weather and said “I suppose it was more fun than a walk out in that!”

We laughed and had a quick hug.  She touched the tip of my stiff penis affectionately.

“Nice!” she said.

After a couple of minutes I had composed myself sufficiently to head down the spiral stairs, followed by Aunt Pauline.  I was still naked and looking forward to picking my clothes up from the Headmaster’s study.  Aunt Pauline was still in her headmistress outfit, cane in hand.  As we reached the bottom of the stairs we bumped into a wet Uncle Bob who didn’t seem in the least bit surprised to find me naked and his wife in her strict outfit.  All he asked was, “When’s Richard moving in then?”

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Story © 2012 by Rod Cayenne

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Closing Down Sale – Part 5 (M/M)

Erotic Fiction by Rod Cayenne

The story so far:  Uncle is a silver-haired policeman soon to be facing retirement.  He has brought his disciplinary cane back into use.  Most recently, this was to beat his nineteen year old nephew, Gordon, for inappropriately public masturbation.  Prior to this, Gordon’s sibling received three canings, one in each of the first three parts of the story (although readers may recall that somehow we never did find out the gender of the sibling).

Part 1 is here

Part 2 is here

Part 3 is here

Part 4 is here

And now Part 5!

“It’s your own fault, Gordon!  If you’d been behaving better, we wouldn’t be taking your uncle up on his offer.  Anyway, two weeks isn’t long.  Just make sure you behave yourself otherwise his cane will be teaching you another lesson.”

“Dad, it’s not fair.  Have you ever had the cane?  It hurts like mad.  None of my mates have to put up with this sort of thing.”

“Of course I’ve had the cane.  So has your mother, so you won’t be getting any sympathy from either of us, isn’t that right Sybil?”

“Yes darling, never did us any harm.  Anyway, all your mates don’t spend their time at home playing with themselves.  At nineteen you should have plenty of healthy activities to pursue.”

Gordon wasn’t getting anywhere.  Except he was, as he was sat in the back seat of his parents’ car, headed for Uncle’s house.  His Adidas sports bag was packed and next to him.  He was dreading the fortnight’s stay that the three elders had arranged.

“Here we are!”

“Look, there’s your uncle, Gordon.  Doesn’t he look special in his uniform?” said mum.

“He looks a prize idiot, if you ask me,” said Gordon with a wicked laugh.

“Watch you mouth, son!” his father admonished.

“Ah, good to see you all!” said uncle.   “I’m sure Gordon and I will have a good break together, how’s he been?”

“Surly,” said dad.

“Rude about you!” added mum.

Gordon looked skywards.

“I see,” said uncle.  “Perhaps we’d better go indoors.”

Mum and dad couldn’t resist listing all of Gordon’s faults to uncle.

“Tut, tut.  That’s quite a catalogue of things.  Perhaps I should cane him now?”

“No, uncle, you can’t!” said Gordon with some alarm.

“I make the decisions round here, and I don’t take kindly to being called a prize idiot.  Perhaps your mum and dad would care to stay a few minutes while I give you six of the best?”

Gordon blushed.

“No we can’t do that, it wouldn’t be right,” said mum.

“I’m not so sure dear,” said dad.

“We’ll just go and talk it over for a minute if you don’t mind?”

“Take as long as you need, Sybil.”

So the two parents huddled together and were soon tittering and laughing.  It was obvious what their decision was.

“We’ll watch!” mum announced.

“NO!” shouted Gordon.

“Shut up, Gordon.  You’ve got to learn to do as your parents say,” uncle added.  “I’ll go and get the cane.  You can bend over that chair and bare your bottom!”

“Oh, not bare! Not in front of mum!”

“Shut it Gordon, unless you want me to pull your trousers and pants down!” said Dad.  “Anyway, your uncle has promised to source a cane for me to use.  Although to be honest, it’s taking him a long time to find one.  Anyway, I need to learn a bit about how to use it.”

Gordon reluctantly bared his bottom.  His mother stared and then laughed quietly.  This will teach him to play with himself in my front room, she thought to herself.

Just then, uncle bounded in to the room, swishing the crook handled cane for effect.  He took his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves.  Mother could only lust after this dominant figure and hope that her husband would be similarly commanding once he had a cane of his own.

“Six, then Gordon.  You’re getting off lightly, if you ask me.  If your parents weren’t here we might have been looking at a good dozen.”

“Yes, uncle.”

“No need to count.  Just stay in position and keep the noise down.”

SWISH CRACK!

“OWW!”

Gordon’s mum couldn’t believe what she was seeing.  Her own nineteen year old being disciplined on his bare bottom, right in front of her eyes.  Oh yes, this was good!

SWISH CRACK!

“OUCH!”

Gordon’s dad was much more believing!  His son’s naked hairy bottom receiving a well-deserved thrashing, right in front of his eyes.  Oh yes, this was good!

SWISH CRACK!

“AARGH!”

Gordon’s uncle was a great believer in the cane.   The bare bum before him was being caned hard, a sight for sore eyes.  Oh yes, this was very good!

SWISH CRACK!

“OWWW!”

Gordon was hurting beyond belief.  His arse throbbed painfully, and tears welled in his eyes.  Oh no, this was not good!

SWISH CRACK!  SWISH CRACK!

Two rapidly paced hard strokes finished off the caning.

“There, how was that?” uncle addressed the parents.

“Just what was needed!” said mum mopping her brow with a handkerchief.

“Excellent, I’ve picked up some tips today!” added dad.

No-one asked Gordon what he thought, and as his mum left she slapped his bare bottom and added a warning:  “Be good or else.”

Uncle chuckled as he waved them off.  He told Gordon to get dressed and to bring his bag upstairs.

“In here!  Right unpack your stuff on the bed.”

Uncle immediately confiscated some of the items as Gordon unpacked.  His mp3 player, iPad and mobile were all placed in large brown envelopes.  Uncle then sealed each one with a lick of his long tongue.

“You won’t be needing any of those for a day or two.  If your behaviour is satisfactory, then I might return them to you as we go along.  And what are those?”

“New pyjamas, mum chose them.”

“Did she now?  Well you won’t be needing them.  You will be sleeping naked.”

At last, something for Gordon to smile about.

“Yes, you will be sleeping naked in my bed with me, so that I can make sure there is no masturbation going on!”

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Story © 2012 by Rod Cayenne

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Window Washer (M/M)

♥ Site recommended story ♥

 

Erotic fiction by guest author sukemnsee

It was a gorgeous Tuesday morning in June, with the sun streaming in right from early morning.  I was doing a special observation on contractors later that evening so had no need to rush to work.

I was horny, so I sprawled out on my double bed and watching a feed of internet porn through my flat screen wall monitor and playing with myself.

Suddenly I heard a strange squeaky noise and looked up to see a young window cleaner staring at me from a ladder.  I should mention that as my apartment is on the 3rd floor and not directly overlooked, I do not bother with curtains or blinds.

I quickly pulled the sheet partly over me and then saw he was motioning me to open the side window.  I shuffled over there, holding the sheet for modesty.  To my surprise he came straight in through the open window.

He said firmly: “What are you playing at?” and at same time grabbed the sheet off me and bundled it into the corner. “Don’t waste your time with that! I have seen everything already.”

I looked up at him, ashamed.  He was handsome though, of good height and build including prominent biceps and six pack stomach and bulging short denim shorts.  He still seemed irate with me and I did not know what to say.

“What’s your game, flashing yourself at me.  Don’t you realise I need concentration on me ladder.  If I slip that can be my job or my life gone!”

I stammered a reply to the effect that I did not know he was there.  He said he could see that I was making a full show of my stimulation.  I had no idea how long he had been observing.   He did not buy my excuse.  He said he was contracted to clean the block windows at set times.  I protested that I was usually at work and did not know.

He said I had opportunity to find this out and if I was too proud to bother then ignorance was no defence.  He was still angry and I lost my bottle somewhat.

“Sorry, look what do I pay you to make this right?”

He did not want my money but he said I would surely pay. Did I agree to be sorted out?  I looked at his steely blue eyes and said “Yes” but didn’t know to what I was agreeing.

He pulled a spare rubber for his drying blade out of his pocket.  This was about an inch wide and quite rigid with a thickness of about a third of inch and about 18 inches in length.  It was quite pliable in length so he could bundle it in pocket but of course it became firm when slotted into his holder.  He told me to bend over the end of my bed.

I had a moment of fear or fantasy that he would mount me but this soon passed as he whipped that rubber down across my exposed bottom.  It hurt me more than I thought it would.  His technique was most effective.

By now a couple more strokes had been applied and I wriggled in discomfort.  The next swipe of the rubber hurt more as it landed on a bit of my arse that was already stinging.   I made to stand up but he pushed me back down saying if I got up he could make the strokes far more painful and he then carried on for several more strokes,  getting some moans from me.

At last he told me to stand up but then saw I was strangely still excited so he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me down over his lap.  He then smacked me repeatedly with his hand, perhaps filling in where the rubber had missed.  By now I was whimpering.

Abruptly he stopped as he said he had to go off to his next contract.  He explained that the old boy he was going to visit next kept a supply of canes, and so he would bring a couple back for me.  In the meantime I was to stay naked, and to not give myself relief. and have no release and he would be back at 11:35. With that, he coiled the rubber and put back in his pocket and then he let himself out, collecting the ladder from the front.

At precisely 11:35 he returned.  He was obviously used to following a timetable.  I wrapped a towel around my waist as I opened the door.  He walked straight in, carrying two crook handled canes without any effort to hide them.  I  followed him upstairs to my room.

I was now told to spread myself on my bed, face down and he put pillows under my stomach to make me raised at the hips.  He told me that he was going to hurt me with these canes so that I would learn to behave in future.  I was to take the medicine dispensed and to count each of the strokes.  I was to lie still at each pause after every five strokes.

Crack!

The first stroke whistled down right at the edge of my bottom, sort of at the thighs.  I was immediately sore.

I said “One” meekly.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

I counted each one quietly.

There was a pause, then I felt very wet suddenly as he lathered me with a sponge!

The cold water was slightly refreshing to my bottom. Then a weird sensation as he scraped away excess water and maybe soap with another of his rubber blades.

After a further pause, he caned me again.

Crack!

“Six!” I said more forcefully.

Crack!

“Seven.”

Crack!

“Eight.”

This was now proving to be way more painful than the rubber swipe treatment he had given me earlier.  I felt sure my bottom was trembling.

Crack!

“Nine.”

Crack!

“Ten.”

I was so glad that we had reached pause time.  I felt the wet sponge again.  It did not cool me as much as before and he left me wet going quickly to the next batch.

Crack!

“Eleven.”

This seemed to hurt even more, was it just the number taken or was it the wetter bottom?

Crack!

“Twelve.”

I was moaning now.

Crack!

“Thirteen.”

I was starting to cry.

Crack!

“Fourteen.”

Crack!

“Fifteen.”

I was crying steadily.  Me, a grown man, crying!

But in some ways it was not so bad.  The water and sponge were back and then the rubber blade.  Now he was rubbing me all over with some cream that soothed but excited me too.  He then pulled a different kind of rubber out of his pocket.  We’ll  discontinue the story there except to say that from then on I was always changing my work pattern so that I would be at home on contract cleaning days!

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Story © 2012 by sukemnsee

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Life Turned Around – Part 4 (F/M)

Explicit erotica by David Stewart, a guest author here at The Canery

It was the following week that David was summonsed by Miss Ruth with a rather curt text saying “Pick me up 7.30 we are going for a meal”

Looking his best David arrived spot on the appointed time.  He could only marvel at the well-dressed and beautifully turned out Miss Ruth. He stuttered a suitable comment about how good she looked.

Directed to the restaurant Ruth had selected, they were placed in a quiet corner by request.

Small chat was interrupted over the starter with “Was last week’s thrashing too hard, David?”

“Eh No Ru, I mean Miss Ruth”

“I was expecting a call from you requesting more of the same. George thought you soon would.”

“Eh, I did think about that Miss Ruth.” David half whispered the last bit for fear of humiliation if he was overheard.

“I entirely appreciate the submissive needs of some men David, and to be honest that suits me well. I find a man that knows he needs a strong woman to guide…and chastise him…an immense turn on.”

“Do I turn you on David…the dominant strong-willed woman who enjoys beating you?”

“Yes, you do very much Miss Ruth.” David replied.

“So what part of the beating did you think most effective?”

David knew he must be blushing at these intimate humiliating questions but then again considered there was nobody within hearing distance, at the time.

“The caning Miss Ruth was most effective and…and…” He stuttered

“And?”

“Well Miss Ruth your dominant style and making me, you know, not allowing me, well using me kind of…”

“Ah, not allowing you to fuck your Mistress?”

David blushed and lowered his head.

After the meal Miss Ruth sat in the passenger seat showing plenty of leg and turned to David saying “You can ask for what you want from me now.  You do know what pleases me?”

“Yes Miss Ruth I do.”

They arrived after 15 minutes and Miss Ruth turned to David saying “So David what do you wish now?”

David had been thinking about his last beating from this beauty.  He  could not do anything but blurt out “Please Miss Ruth will you take me to your house and beat me some more?”

photo by usitonit

Miss Ruth took David’s trembling hand and placed it inside her dress and then thrust it between her legs. He felt the dampness and with a peck on the cheek Miss Ruth said “Oh yes David, good choice!”

Once in the house Miss Ruth turned to David and embraced him allowing him to kiss her and become aroused. She felt and rubbed his erection, nibbled at his ears, stuck her tongue down his throat then pulling away said “But we must not forget the reason for you coming in, must we David?”

She took two steps back and said “Strip off all your clothes now!” He did so obediently.  His erection was large and proudly unhidden.  Miss Ruth took hold of it and quietly said “Oh such a hard penis for someone who is about to feel the pain of my cane. Does it really excite you so much knowing the pleasure that will give me?  To know how much I want to mark your arse, how much I yearn to make you cry out?”

“Yes Miss Ruth it does” a lovestruck David responded.

Keeping hold of his cock, Miss Ruth pulled him willingly through to her bedroom where she proceeded to strip off down to stockings and black see-through basque.  She stood a vision of domination in her black patent leather heels.  Miss Ruth slowly and teasingly went to a drawer under her bed and pulled out a tawse, cane and long handled wooden brush.  She selected the tawse and David wondered how this would feel on his bared cheeks.

“Stand straight and I want your palms out on top of each other.

Almost in a daze he did as he was told and watched as Miss Ruth raised the tawse over her right shoulder and brought it down smashing pain into his palm. He instinctively put his palm between his legs only to be shouted at “Get it back up NOW!”

In all David took three strokes of the tawse on each palm.  Each stroke burned and he cried out every time.

“Now,” Miss Ruth said, as she sat on the bed “get over here.”  She started to spank his unprotected cheeks. It was not painful at first but then the brush kicked in and he started to yell out and beg Miss Ruth to stop…which she did not for some considerable time.

Stood in the corner for what seemed an eternity David was called to task and told to bend over the edge of the bed.  Fearful of what was to come, David heard the swish of the cane and started to dread it.

“Oh David I am going to give your backside such a caning tonight! You are going to yell and scream but I am going to love that, so you yell as loud as you like. Afterwards? We shall see.”

The first stroke caught David off guard and he almost stood up, but of course he knew better than to do so. The next eleven scorched down on his cheeks and he started to feel that unbearable urge to cry.  Miss Ruth was smiling and enjoying the session. “Oh David is that so, so sore?”

“Yes Miss Ruth, it is agony!”

“But David I want to give you twelve more…may I?”

“Yesss, yes Miss Ruth”

“It would be such a turn-on to have you ask me nicely to give you twelve more hard strokes…”

David was completely taken with her and eager to please, despite the agony he was already in.

“Please Miss Ruth will you give me a further twelve hard strokes of your cane?”

“Oh certainly David!” she smirked and raised the cane again. The second set of twelve strokes were unadulterated agony for David but he took them bravely.  Miss Ruth put the cane down and caressed his bottom and then put him over her knees while she kneaded some soothing lotion into the welts and early signs of bruising.

Miss Ruth was indeed sadistic in her pleasures but not totally unsympathetic to David’s desires. She saw in David someone she could share some time with.  George had been so right to introduce them!  She would be allowing “Uncle George” to thrash David some more in the coming weeks and months, but David didn’t need to know that right now.  For the time being David was hers!  They lay on the bed with David servicing Ruth’s moist pussy eagerly with his tongue.  She was telling David that he should pack a bag and move into her house as her personal companion. What that entailed was hard work in looking after her and her needs.  He would be punished regularly just to please her.  He would be kept in line and be all the better for that.

“So will you come and live here and try what I suggest?”  He nodded.  The answer was almost rhetorical, after all.

“Now for your reward David!” and at that Miss Ruth knelt over and started to masturbate him.  David came eagerly but with bitter-sweet disappointment that he was not allowed to enter the pussy he had been kissing a few minutes previously.

David moved in the very next day and his first task was to pour drinks for Miss Ruth and her guest, Uncle George.

To be continued…

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Story © 2012 by David Stewart

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Plumb Bum – Part 2 (M/F, F/M)

Erotic fiction by your host, Rod Cayenne

Wendy answered the knock at the door.  The bell didn’t work, but husband Wilbur hadn’t got the inclination to fix it or get it fixed.  Similarly, he had dithered over getting plumber Eric to sort out their bathroom plumbing.  The truth was, that Wendy had to thrash Wilbur now and then to give him some motivation.  Anyway, here at the door was that handsome plumber, come to strip out some old lead piping.  Only Wilbur was not here.  He’d had to disappear as his mother was very ill.  So it fell to Wendy to be at home while the work was carried out.

pic by David

After half an hour or so, Wendy went to find Eric to offer him a cup of tea.  He had his head in the undersink cupboard, and was flashing a little bit of builder’s bum Wendy’s way.

“Rather nice” she muttered to herself, as she walked downstairs to put the kettle on.  She was a bit of a bum fan and often played spanking and anal games with husband Wilbur.

On her return to the bathroom, she found Eric engrossed in his work, and his trousers had slipped further, revealing rather more of his rather nice arse.   Wendy was puzzled to see some red marks on the cheeks.

“Excuse me Eric, I know I shouldn’t ask, but aren’t those cane marks on your bottom?”

“Ooops!” said Eric standing up rapidly, wrench in hand, while pulling his jeans up  with the other.  “I thought they’d have faded by now.  Sorry if I’ve offended.”

“It’s OK Eric, but those really are cane marks, aren’t they?”

He nodded, and blushed.

“I thought so!  Tut, tut!  Not a disgruntled customer I hope?”

“Errr no.  A spanking enthusiast, you might say.  And happy customer.”

“Eric, I’m surprised!  Do you like that sort of thing then?”

“Maybe.”

“Eric, you’re not being honest with me, are you?”

“OK, OK!  I like it.  I do kind of like that sort of thing!”

Little did Wendy suspect that the cane marks were ones inflicted by her own husband, the straighter than straight Wilbur.

“Well, make sure you do a good job here or you’ll be getting a good thrashing from me too!”

“How about if I do a really good job.  Do I get a thrashing as a reward?”

Now it was Wendy’s turn to give an enigmatic “Maybe.”  She then added “We do have a couple of canes here, as it happens…”

A few minutes later Wendy was lounging in the conservatory.  She felt a little drowsy and dreamy in the summer sunshine which beat down through the glass.  She was thinking about plumber Eric, his bottom and his taste for the cane.   She was getting turned on.

Upstairs, Eric too was daydreaming.  His erotic thoughts were about Wilbur and his masterful way with the cane.  He’d accept a thrashing from Wendy, but right now she seemed only second best.

Two hours later, the work was complete.  They bumped into each other on the landing.

“How about my reward then, Wendy?”

“I’ve just put a couple of canes on the bed, Eric!  You will be getting a dozen bare bottom, now go and get ready while I nip in the loo.”

He felt slightly foolish as he bent over the bed end, sticking his bare bottom up for punishment.

Wendy returned.  “I’LL TEACH YOU TO FLASH YOUR BOTTOM AT ME, YOUNG MAN!” she shouted, clearly getting into some sort of role.  She picked up one of the canes, flexed it and thrashed it down on the bed, not far from where Eric was awaiting his first stroke.  “AND I EXPECT TOTAL HONESTY FROM MY BOYS, NOT EVASIVENESS, IS THAT CLEAR?”

“Yes, of course, I’m very sorry.”

CRACK! At last, the first stroke.  It was hard!

“SHIT!” said Eric as the pain hit him.

CRACK! Number two, maybe even harder!

“FUCK!”

“Eric, I’m stopping your thrashing now.  I won’t have that sort of language here in my bedroom.”

“Sorry, Wendy.  You’re a great caner, please carry on.  I’ll watch my tongue!”

“Make it so.”

CRACK

CRACK

CRACK!

“AARGH!”

CRAACK! Half way through and boy, could she cane!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“Owww!”

CRACK!

“YEEEOW!”  This was even worse than at his dad’s.  Worse than Wilbur.  This must be what Wilbur gets!

CRACK! CRACK!  It was over.  He was so sore, he just stayed bent over while the pain sank in.

“That was fun!  We must do it again, Eric.  I’m kind of turned on now, how about you give me six?”

Eric couldn’t believe his ears.  Was she really offering her peachy arse to him?

“Bare?”

“Bare!”

They swapped  places.  He lifted her skirt and pulled her lacy white knicks down.  She was indeed turned on.

CRACK ! CRACK !  She squealed!  Was it with satisfaction or was it with pain?

CRACK! It was with satisfaction.

CRAACK! It was with pain.

CRAAAACK! It was with pain!

CRACK!  It was with satisfaction.

They collapsed into each others arms.  He kissed her gently and whispered:

“I’ve got some condoms in the van.”

Story © 2012 by Rod Cayenne

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