Erotica by Rod Cayenne
Their tongues had been loosened by a few bevvies. The inhibitions were gone. The guards were down. They were surfing the net together, looking at all sorts of things. Bronzed babes in bikinis, blondes and brunettes.
“You know, as I’ve got older, I’ve got kinkier and kinkier. I sometimes disgust myself.”
“Don’t beat yourself up, mate. Most men of our age are in the same boat. We’ve been perverted by the internet. Or maybe it’s our true selves revealing themselves. I’ve come to like rubber and leather myself.”
“Really? You’re very brave sharing that with me.”
“No mate, not brave. I really just don’t care, at my age.”
“OK. Maybe I should be just as honest with you. Take a look at this then. Wait just a minute while I call it up. That’s it. It’s a spanking website I run.”
“Gosh! You run that? It’s very professional-looking. Whoa! That’s well kinky mate. Let me make a note of the link.”
“It gets a lot of hits. Far more than my non-sexual aviation site.”
“Well, maybe that one doesn’t get many hits because it’s crap!”
“Looks cool, your spanking site. Do you get a lot of feedback? Any hookups?”
“Yes and yes. That’s what it’s all about really.”
“Yeah, I can’t complain. I get my rocks off with lots of spanking, and if I’m lucky a shag, too.”
“You could say that.”
“I just did. Tell me more.”
“OK, OK. I do it with men and women. Sometimes I dish it out, other times I cop it.”
“So let me get this right. You’re a bisexual masochist cum sadist?”
“Well I hate labels but that just about sums it up.”
“Wow! Well cool. So you fuck with men too?”
“Oh yeah. It’s good.”
“You wouldn’t have said that a few years ago.”
“Yeah, I know. But we’re all more broad-minded these days, aren’t we?”
“Yes, I guess so. Alright! Let me throw caution to the wind. I’ve got a rubber spanking paddle and a leather strap. Do you want to try them?”
“Of course, to get the real benefit, you need to feel them on your bared arse.”
“Yes, I thought you might say that. Well, I don’t know. Maybe. Go on then, but it must be our secret!”
“We’ve always been good at secrets, mate.”
“Too true. Where do you want me then?”
“Upstairs. In the bedroom.”
“OK. But no fucking, OK?”
“Don’t worry mate. The strap and paddle will fuck you enough!”
“I just know I’m going to regret this.”
And he did, as he got a dozen whacks of the rubber paddle. It burnt like hell. He rubbed his sore, sore arse. Even so, there was a nice warm glow and it had been exciting.
“How was that then?”
“Shit, it was hard. Oww! Did you have to do it so hard, mate?”
“Well, you wouldn’t have thanked me if I’d just tapped you.”
“No I suppose not.”
“Now, are you ready for another dozen? With the leather?”
“Oh shit, I’d forgotten about that. Can I see it first please?”
“Yep. Here it is. Finest English saddlery, look at the beautiful stitching, and just smell the leather.”
“Mmmmm, it does smell very nice. Very sexy! I’ll have to get one myself. OK, a dozen. Make them hard ones, too.”
Somewhat surprised by his friend’s request, nonetheless he lashed the leather down hard. It made a beautiful noise and a gorgeous red imprint on the hairy cheeks before him.
“Arrrgh!” his friend cried, truly startled. As the leathering progressed, his victim gradually realised that the leather was not quite as punishing as the rubber paddle. It was still pretty bad though. With a final crack of the leather, it was all over.
“Whew! You really put me through my paces there mate. I quite enjoyed it though, in a funny kind of way!”
“Aha! We’ll make a spanko of you yet!”
“Oh I don’t know. I think I’ve had enough, anyway. Have you got a cane, by the way?”
“Yes, a cane. Like at school. A school cane.”
His friend laughed, “Yes of course. I’ve got a whole wardrobe full. Come and see.”
Well, the wardrobe wasn’t quite full of canes, but there were a lot there. Maybe a dozen or so. Carefully, a prime example was chosen.
“Do you want to try it then? I should warn you it can be a bit overwhelming!”
“Yes, I’d better, as I’ve really asked for it haven’t I?”
“Yes you have. I don’t know that you could stand a dozen of this on top of what you’ve had already, though. Maybe just six of the best?”
“Yes, I’ve always wondered what it was like. I was much too much of a goody at school to ever find out.”
“Really? You were lucky, then. I got it a lot. OK, bend over the bed again. Try and keep still, it won’t be easy for you, but do try.”
“Sure will. It can’t be that bad, can it?”
Only a cane virgin would come up with a naive question like that. Sure enough, by the third stroke, our victim had leapt up, clutching his sore arse with both of his hands as the fire of the cane’s caress hit home.
“Holy shit man! That fucking hurts.”
“I did warn you, mate. Now, that’s enough of that language. One penalty stroke for swearing and another for leaping up. You must learn to behave!”
Suddenly his mate sounded just like an evil old teacher. Slowly, the submissive posture was resumed. The hairy, firm arse wiggled a little as the next stroke was lined up.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Three rapid, burning strokes followed.
“Stay down! Two penalty strokes to come!”
“Oh mate! Wow! That thing’s a real beast. And you’ve got a whole wardrobe full of them!”
“Ha, yes. That was by no means the worst of them! That was a medium strength. Nice. Nice crook handle, too. One of my favourites. Here, you hold it for a minute.”
His mate duly held the cane in his hands. He’d half expected it to be red hot. But, it wasn’t. In more ways than one, it was a cool item. He flexed the cane and admired its lithe beauty. He gazed at his mate, too. He listened intently.
“OK now. You did well there, mate. So no fuck, as requested. But how about a quick wank or two? Then I can write the whole story up for my website.”
“Sounds great. Maybe we can do this regularly, mate?”
“Of course we can. We’re mates aren’t we?”
Story © 2012 by Rod Cayenne