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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.
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.
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.
“Six!” I said more forcefully.
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.
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.
This seemed to hurt even more, was it just the number taken or was it the wetter bottom?
I was moaning now.
I was starting to cry.
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!
Story © 2012 by sukemnsee