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Hot spanking fiction by special guest author Sukemnsee – strictly over 18s only!
This can be read as a follow-up to “Great Uncle Rudolph” – or it works just as well as a standalone story…
A lovely sight is in front of me. A fit well-proportioned male of about 30 years is spread eagle over a small Pembroke table, naked, waiting for attention, unsure how much he really wants it.
Barry is no stranger to being naked but he is still quite a novice to being caned. He has come back willingly to me though after a recent first session, which happened as a consequence of his actions that day.
I had mentioned to one of my good friends, Eric, that I needed a few odd jobs doing and he said he would send a lad right up my street to fit the bill and that is how Barry came to my home. When he arrived I told him I wanted the ceiling of my bedroom painted. It needed refreshing but working above my head was not something I wanted to do. He certainly was a hunk and I suppose Eric reckoned I would like the eye candy. He quoted 50 to do the work which I was happy with and I went off to bring up the paintbrushes etc. for him, the stepladder already being in the room.
When I came back upstairs I was initially shocked to find him stood naked waiting, trying not to show how much my eyes were feasting on a fine body, muscled, lightly haired and nicely endowed. I picked up a disposable jump suit for him to wear but he turned it down. Eric had neglected to tell me Barry’s unique selling point was as a naked handyman. The only assistance he might require as he was working with paint could be an assisted shower on completion of his task!
Obviously I had to make several visits to the bedroom during the task to see if he needed refreshment, or was it really just to ogle him working away above me on a ladder? If he only knew, or maybe he did, the thoughts coursing through my mind at those times.
I did have to run an errand so at one point I had left him some considerable time alone. On return I revisited the bedroom to see the ladder empty and he was lying down on the floor. Not injured as my first fear was but the cheeky blighter had mooched in drawers and found my bedroom stash of porn and when I arrived he was looking at one or two magazines that reflected my spanking and light BDSM interests. He did not seem fazed at all about being caught.
I thought it was a gross impertinence and told him so, my age difference meant I was adopting a paternal mode. He was ebullient and asked if he had to go over my knee for a spanking. Tempting as that was, I had already decided this warranted a caning and reaching further into the open drawer extracted a trusty cane that I had taken to using recently on a distant cousin. That changed his demeanour but to his credit, he did comply with my instructions and I gave him a taste of six of the best. I was not at my most severe but I did enough to leave him some beautiful red lines and I had seen him wincing as the cane was applied. I was a little more tender with him during his shower time and as he hoped he did get a bonus from me because of this extra attention.
Perhaps I should explain my renewed interest in caning. I had a relative that we called Great Uncle who died recently. Over the years he had hosted various gatherings of young men and although most sexual activity was just between us young men, he did allow his partner to slipper me after tennis matches which I invariably lost. Later, after the untimely death of handsome Gianni, he taught me how to cane some of his younger men. In recent weeks after sorting out the effects and the estate, I had taken to caning my distant cousin who in turn was allowed to slipper or strap me but I did not care for the sharp sting of the cane on my own flesh.
I had Barry here again now and was just gently tapping the cane as if to measure my strike. I paused and made him spread his legs wider, delighting in the greater visibility of his pendulous testicles. Now I was ready and gave him the first stroke. There was a cracking retort, the stroke was well placed with a sharp flick of the wrist. I drew the cane away. I elicited more of a gasp than any of the strokes from our first session. I was going to enjoy this new session as something in me liked the idea of dealing with such a fit, young and sexy man.
By now as the second and third strokes landed with great efficiency, Barry might have wondered why he chose to request this new punishment session. It was not as if he was used to being chastised and after the bravado of that first day, it could have been the end of the episode. Barry was however quite mercenary. He had felt that I was quite generous and a good prospect for securing regular commissions and possibly referrals too. In the two weeks since his last visit, he had found his marks while they lasted seemed to generate more in bonuses from his other client calls. Many of his men obviously had a deep seated interest or at least a curiosity and although he only paraded his wares for one or two female clients, even then one certainly seemed to have the potential to be a dominant female. He wasn’t sure that he could pursue that option.
The seventh stroke came down and reignited a lot of the earlier strokes as I got the flick of my wrist exactly right and he stood up briefly with a passionate yelp. I ordered him down again, warning him of the severe consequences of disobedience. He complied, probably only then realising that I was going way beyond six strokes this time.
I brought the strokes up to ten quite rapidly. The increased pace confused him. I was drinking in the sight of this shapely well-muscled posterior changing hue, there was now a lot of redness and some ridging where the cane had found more tender flesh. He stayed in position willing himself to keep control and not yell out.
The next three strokes were distantly spaced. In the silence between the swish and the impact you could hear a clock ticking away seconds, a dog barking in the distance and especially the now more laboured breathing of Barry. As he was a keen exerciser at the gym who often strutted around the gym changing room without his towel, he knew how to use his breathing at times of exertion. I wondered when I had finished if he would parade these new marks there or for once be more discreet and use a towel for cover.
As I prepared for some final strokes, I saw a delicious quiver starting in his upper thigh. He could no longer control his body’s reflexes in anticipation of fresh new pain. I laid the last two strokes deeply and angled so that earlier tenderness was reawakened. He was now struggling not to cry out and his face was red. He did really well though. I left quite a pause before I told him he could stand and that it was over, as he never quite knew if more strokes were coming. We had not discussed how many strokes would be sufficient this time but I decided to err leniently as I was now hoping he would be back for this more times in future weeks.
As he stood, the change in posture made him a little more uncomfortable and he gingerly reached back with his hands to soothe and feel his chastened rear. I told him to lie flat down on the bed and I would apply some soothing lotion. That was very successful and he was soon excited and I got greedy and was soon sated.
After he had carefully dressed himself and shared a pot of tea with me, he left. I think he was pleased overall and I was in no doubt that in time he would visit again. Otherwise I would commission some new tasks! I did tell him that next time there would be some spanking as well as caning so that he would leave with a totally even hue and he just smiled sweetly and left. I so want him to come again soon.
D I S C L A I M E R
All characters appearing in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real businesses or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Story © MMXV by Sukemnsee, used here by very kind permission
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