Erotic entertainment by Rod Cayenne
“Well Mum, you said it was almost impossible to get you anything. What do you get the woman who’s got everything?”
“Yes, I did say something like that didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did. And then I remembered you saying something a while back along the lines of you’d like to hold a cane again, just once to remind yourself how powerful it made you feel.”
“Well, yes I may have done. It certainly takes me back. I feel just like Head Girl again,” Mum said grinning and swishing the beautiful crook-handled cane through the air.
“You like it then?”
“Oh yes, Carol darling! It certainly takes me back, it certainly does.”
“Did you use the cane much, Mum?”
“Oh yes! It was expected, encouraged. I was a bit of a beast, really. I feel a little guilty about it now. It wouldn’t be allowed now, would it?”
“No, certainly not. Anyway, is it a good one?”
“Yes, I’d say so. Let’s try it on this cushion, shall we?”
Swish-CRACK! Swish-CRACK! Swish-CRACK! Swish-CRACK! Swish-CRACK! Swish-CRACK!
“There we are! Six of the best. Very impressive. Thank you darling.”
Mother and daughter kissed.
“You’re welcome Mum. I had to buy it from an online sex shop.”
“Really, do people find it sexy?”
“Well someone must, otherwise they wouldn’t sell any, would they?”
“I remember being on the receiving end too. Phew, it burns like fire.”
“Really? It seems so thin and inoffensive.”
“Yes, but it’s whippy as you’ve seen and bites like a snake. Not that I’ve been bitten by a snake, of course. Not at all sexy, anyway.”
“So Mum, one thing has always puzzled me. You used the cane at school, but you didn’t believe in it at home?”
“No. Your father and I argued about it, but I was adamant. No cane in our house. Although I regretted that a bit when Penny went off her head.”
“Yes, that was difficult. To this day, I don’t know where she got them from.”
“I do Mum. It was me. I’ve always felt very, very guilty about it.”
“YOU? Oh no, no, no!”
“Yes, sorry Mum. Still Penny’s turned out fine hasn’t she? All those dressage awards!”
“No thanks to you!”
“Well, frankly I’m very disappointed with you. Very. If I’d found that out at the time, I probably would have got a cane!”
“Really? I had a lucky escape there then!”
“You’re not happy with me now are you, Mum?”
“No I’m not! I think you’d better leave, before I say something I might regret later.”
“What, like ‘Bend over’?”
“No, that’s not what I was thinking of at all, but it’s not a bad idea.”
“Really, Mum? If it would help, I’d do it.”
“No. Don’t tempt me. Wait! Yes, let’s do it!”
Carol was a bit shocked that her mother had suddenly expressed a wish to cane her. This hadn’t been in her plans when she bought that jokey present. She was a bit old for the cane, too.
“Seriously, Mum? Don’t you think I’m a bit old for it? I’m twenty-nine, remember.”
By this time, Carol’s mother had pulled a dining chair into the middle of the room. She obviously wasn’t joking.
“Shut up Carol! Of course you’re not too old. Now bend yourself over this chair. We’ll start with a traditional six of the best. Like that cushion just had!”
“Oh, Mum!” exclaimed Carol, remembering what a sound thrashing the cushion had taken. Indeed, dust from the cushion was still in the air, and visible in the streams of sunshine coming through the window.
“You can keep your skirt and knickers on if you behave yourself, although the skirt will be raised out of the way.”
“Six of the best, then.”
Swish-Crack! Mum wasted no time slashing the first stroke down on her daughter’s pert knickered bottom.
“AARGH!” Carol cried, leaping up and clutching her bottom. She massaged her cheeks frantically.
“Just what do you think you’re doing, Carol? You’re meant to stay in position. Really, the girls at school were so much better behaved.”
“Well they were probably used to it!” Carol exclaimed, still rubbing her bottom frantically.
“Carol, I suggest you bend over again, right now, unless you want me to repeat the stroke!”
Filled with horror at the suggestion of an extra penalty stroke, Carol bent over submissively for her mother, somewhat embarrassed by events. Mum flexed the cane, eyeing the temptation before her. Carol’s bottom was more womanly than pert, offering an ample and very punishable target. Mum prepared herself for the next stroke, telling herself that there was no point in holding back! After all, this was likely to be the one and only time the cane would be employed for its designated use.
Swish-Crack! The second stroke landed on Carol’s white lacy knickers. The daughter gasped, and her face flushed. This was quite an experience, one she thought she would never have.
Swish-Crack! The cane landed again, causing Carol to squeal, much to her mother’s satisfaction.
CRACK! A heavy, brutal stroke crashed onto Carol’s bottom. She leapt up again! Her mother frowned as she watched Carol rubbing her bottom.
“That’s cheating, my girl! No-one dared to rub their bottom in my study at school. Get your knickers down, hurry up! Bend over again! And an extra stroke for getting up!”
Swish-Crack! Swish-Crack! Mum was getting into her stride. Her daughters naked, striped bottom was a delightful sight. It seemed to encourage and beckon the whippy stick.
Indeed, the cane lashed down again, causing a very vocal shriek.
“I’m not sure I’ve forgiven you properly yet! Stay down for two more!”
CRACK!CRACK! On and on it went, two more each time. Mum’s taste for caning had been rekindled. Carol just felt sore and stupid, wriggling as the cane lashed her bum.
A few days later, Mum was over at her other daughter’s home. Mother and daughter were sat on the rattan sofa in the conservatory, enjoying a Pimms in the spring sunshine.
“Mum, I heard about Carol’s caning.”
“Oh, you did, did you? Well, let me tell you Penny, she deserved every one of those strokes.”
“But Mum, there were over twenty, I’m told. That was a bit harsh. Especially as it was me who was caught with the drugs.”
“Being caught was your own stupid fault. You took your punishment.”
“Yes, Mum. But Community Service hardly compares with what you gave Carol the other day.”
“Maybe not, but I don’t believe in punishing twice for the same thing. You don’t want the cane do you?”
“Yes, I do actually. Have you got it with you?”
“No, of course not. I’m not going to keep it in the car, now am I? Now who’s being stupid? It’s hidden in the bedroom where your father and I can keep an eye on it. We don’t want Carol breaking it.”
“OK Mum. I do deserve a good whipping, though. I thought you might not have the cane with you, so I thought we could use one of my riding crops instead. Let’s go into the living room, I’ve left my favourite crop in there.”
Story © 2013 by Rod Cayenne
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