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Red hot caning fiction by very special guest author Baddlad17 – strictly over 18s only!
I married my wife Alison after a whirlwind romance. She was still at University, while I worked in a garage close by. I did not meet her father until a few days before the wedding. I was immediately in awe of him. Robert Black, a police sergeant, a well-built man around six foot tall and weighing sixteen stone with not an ounce of fat on him; he was solid muscle. He unnerved me as his cold blue eyes penetrated me. I felt he disapproved of our relationship and was not very happy that I would be taking his daughter away from him. He was very overbearing and on that first meeting, although I was polite, was secretly pleased that I would have very little to do with him.
My wife is the middle of three children and the only girl. Her brothers, Mark and Gary were twenty three and eighteen respectively when we married, while Alison and I were twenty. Her brothers were as tall as their Father though built more slightly. Their mother had left many years before leaving all three in their Father’s care. Although Robert loved his children dearly he was very strict and the boys received regular discipline whenever they disobeyed him; even when they were no longer boys. At the wedding I could tell both were very wary of their Father, though at the time I had no idea why.
It was almost a year after we were married when things suddenly changed. Alison had finished her degree just as I lost my job. However as a motor mechanic it would be reasonably easy for me to find another one. Alison longed to return to her hometown to be closer to her family. After much debate and quite a few arguments we decided to give it a go. Her Dad was insistent we moved in to the big house with him and the boys while we saved up enough money to buy a place of our own. So somewhat reluctantly I agreed. We gave notice on our rented flat and moved back to my wife’s home town and family home.
Robert greeted us at the door, throwing his arms around Alison; he was so pleased to have the apple of his eye back home. While clear he was pleased to have his daughter back, my reception was between cold and frosty. At dinner that evening we sat down with the boys to enjoy a full roast which had been prepared by the daily, Mrs Wilkinson, who had worked for the family for many years. Gary and Mark were polite and respectful to Alison and me. It was obvious that my wife and her father adored one another and they dominated the conversation until we started on pudding. Robert suddenly turned to Gary.
You and I need to have a talk in my study after dinner. Come up at eight thirty son.
Yes sir, he said, bowing his head. Mark also put his head down and for a few minutes the conversation went quiet. I had no idea what was going on but there seemed to be some tension over the upcoming meeting.
After dinner we went into the lounge while her Father made his way upstairs. The boys were nowhere to be seen so as we relaxed on the sofa, I asked Alison what was going on and why Gary seemed so nervous at meeting his Dad.
Oh, he will be getting a caning, she said matter of factly. My eyes nearly popped out of my head.
What! You are joking right? He is nineteen years old, not nine.
The boys have always been punished by my father in that manner. Even Mark still bends over if he does anything wrong. You had better watch out darling! He might want to put a few stripes on your bottom if you are naughty.
At that moment I heard a thwipp and crack followed by a howl. I realised she was not joking. Gary was actually being caned. I had been over the Heads desk at school on a few occasions so the experience was not uncommon to me. What I could not get my head around was that Gary was a grown man, not a boy.
I listened to the strokes landing, with each succeeding one the cries became more vocal. After the tenth stroke it stopped, and a few minutes later I heard two doors close before it all fell silent. Alison seemed totally unperturbed at the evenings action, but my mind was in turmoil. What I could not understand though, was why the event had turned me on! My cock was rampant, so shortly after we went to our room, stripped down and Alison and I made passionate love.
As I thrust in and out of her tight juicy quim, the image of her Father wielding a cane across my arse went through my mind. Soon my loins emptied inside her and we both moaned in ecstasy as our lovemaking reached its inevitable climax. Lying beside her in the warm afterglow I brought the subject back to Gary’s caning and the evening’s events.
Darling, anyone would think it had turned you on! Do you like the idea of being caned? Maybe I could get daddy to cane your naughty bottom for you Jamie, she said teasingly.
Just the thought of it got me excited, so very soon I was ready again, thrusting my rampant cock deep inside her.
The following morning I came out of our bedroom and caught a glimpse of Gary going into the bathroom. He was naked, so from the back I got a full view of his black and blue backside. The stripes were livid and swollen, it looked so sore. He turned to close the door and spotted me standing there. He was really embarrassed, quickly went and closed the door. He was obviously angry I had seen him like that.
The incident stayed in my memory for a long time; hearing the cane striking, the howls, and the sight of his arse the next morning. For some reason I began to find my father-in-law attractive. He was big and strong and the thought of him wielding the rod of correction really gave me the horn. The image of him thrashing me in his police uniform would really send me over the edge.
About two weeks after Gary’s caning I came home from my new job and caught sight of the next incident. That afternoon I had finished early, as I had to go and register with a new GP. The first thing I heard as I entered the house was the swish and crack of the cane echoing down the stairs. I took off my shoes and made my way slowly upstairs. As my eye line reached the top step I had a clear view into the office which was straight ahead and the door was only half open. I could barely believe the sight before me. This time Mark was over the desk, his big hairy backside was on full display, trousers and underpants bunched around his ankles, his shirt halfway up his back and his buttocks proudly displaying a set of livid stripes which were starting to swell, across the exposed skin. As I watched I saw my father-in-law line up the cane and strike again. The buttocks quivered as they absorbed the stroke and Mark yelled out in agony. I counted the stripes; he was sporting eight burning welts.
I watched a further four strokes land across the already sore buttocks. I was shocked; but excited. My cock was swelling rapidly as I drank in the sight before me. As the last stroke burned its angry way across Mark’s arse Robert turned round and spotted me looking.
Enjoy the show did you young Jamie? Watch out, that one is for free. If I catch you spying again I will have you in here for some of this, he said, flexing the cane.
I quickly rushed off to my room. I should have been really annoyed at that statement but instead my cock was dripping pre cum as I thought of what I could be in for. I lay on the bed and took my prick out giving it a few pulls till my sack emptied into the tissue I had ready. Feeling relieved I replayed what I had just witnessed in my mind’s eye. I don’t know why, but I knew it was only a matter of time before I would be bending over for that cane. The thought of it got me really excited.
Over the coming weeks I thought more and more about Robert caning my arse. It was becoming an obsession. At dinner one night he announced that Gary was due another meeting in the study. Alison was out with her friends. I waited till I heard the first swish then slowly made my way upstairs. Once again the door was open, with Gary bent over the table his bare arse in full view. Two vicious welts were swelling across his cheeks while the cane was being lined up for the third. I made my way to our bedroom and could not wait to get my cock out. I listened to the swish and crack of the cane while I masturbated furiously. On the ninth stroke my cock exploded, shooting semen all over the bed sheets. I lay there spent as I heard the door close. Gary’s room was next to ours and through the wall I could hear him gently sobbing. Suddenly, the door burst open and Robert stood looking at me as I lay there my cock still dripping cum.
Enjoy that Jamie did you?
I quickly grabbed my pants to cover up but Robert just smiled and said,
I think we need to have a discussion in my study young man. Be there in five minutes. He turned and left.
Once he had gone I got off the bed and covered up properly, my cock still moist with semen. I straightened my hair then slowly slipped my jeans back down before turning my back to the mirror to examine my still lily white cheeks which I knew would soon be inflamed and striped by the cane. I was already getting excited at the thought of it.
I pulled them up and crossed over to the study. The door was open and my father-in-law was sitting behind his desk, on top of which lay a slender punishment cane, similar to the one I had felt at school years back.
Right now young Jamie, we need to have a little discussion about your general behaviour. You live under my roof now and over the last few weeks you have shown little appreciation of my generosity. As you are well aware, when Mark or Gary overstep the mark they get to feel this across their backsides. It is quite amazing really how this changes a young man’s arrogant behaviour. As my son-in-law I see no reason why you should not be dealt with in the same way as my sons.
He went on,
Your attitude has been rather surly and you have behaved in a less than courteous manner to both me and your wife. And as for your masturbating whenever you see one of the boys caned, words fail me! So, the choice is yours. Drop your trousers and get over this desk or I will have to tell Alison about your dirty little habit. Which is it to be?
But she is going to see the stripes anyway, what am I going to tell her?
You can tell her that your general attitude has been less than expected, unacceptably so. As such I gave you a choice; a caning or to move out. You agreed to take the cane rather than lose your home. She will believe that.
My stomach was doing somersaults as I contemplated the next few minutes. It had been almost seven years since I had last bent over for the cane in my Headmaster’s office. I had always wanked afterwards; but on this occasion my prick was already swelling! I unbuckled the belt before slipping my jeans down to my ankles. My underpants followed the southward journey landing in a heap on top of my jeans. I slowly bent over the desk and stretched across the surface taking a grip of the far edge.
Robert was behind me tapping my naked cheeks with the cane.
I think eight strokes as this is your first time, Jamie. In future you can expect the full dozen.
I heard the cane swish then felt it crack across my arse. I lost my breath as the white heat of the first stroke zipped across my buttocks. The cane was tapping again before I heard the second swish. This time my voice returned and I let out a yell. As the strokes lashed across my bottom leaving line after searing line of agony my eyes filled with water and began to fall down my face. I had always thought my Headmaster knew how to lay on a cane; compared to my father-in-law he must have been an amateur. The sixth stroke landed right in the crease causing me even more misery. I felt him change direction and tap diagonally, my cheeks were already aflame. Suddenly I felt the lash, crossing all the previous welts, he changed direction again lashed the last one in the opposite direction leaving a large X over the first six stripes.
I laid over the desk sobbing as he put the cane down.
You can stand up Jamie.
I stood up and reached round to feel the swollen ridges across my poor bottom, unable to let go of my inflamed cheeks.
Right then Jamie, from now on you know what to expect if your attitude or behaviour is unacceptable. I hope you will learn to control your attitude and urges. Now go to your room.
I pulled my underpants over the scalded flesh and gently raised my jeans just high enough to allow me to waddle from the room. Taking shorts steps, everyone an agony, I somehow managed to make my way back to our room. As I opened the door I realised Gary was watching me from his doorway. He turned around dropped his pants and gave me the full moon, showing his own ridged buttocks. I was amazed to find that despite the fire burning fiercely I was getting hard. Despite what had happened earlier I whipped out my prick ready to play with it when I heard the front door shut. Alison was home.
Within a minute she burst into the room a big smile on her face.
Hi Baby, have you had a pleasant evening?
She saw the pain etched across my face as she closed the door. She beamed at me.
Has Daddy smacked your bottom for you? I know that look well enough; I have seen Mark and Gary with that expression many times in the past.
So he has finally caned you! Daddy always does what I want.
Yes Jamie, it has been quite obvious that you wanted him to cane you. I saw how you reacted when Gary was caned, and then daddy told me you were excited as you watched Mark take his punishment the other week. Let me have a look at the stripes.
I was lost for words, in a trance I turned over,wincing in pain. She peeled my undies down to examine the marks.
He is still pretty good, but he does get plenty of practice.
Alison reached into the drawer and suddenly I felt some cold cream being gently applied to the wounds. Her tender touch and the cooling cream quickly got me turned on. Within a minute I was fully erect and gagging to go for it.
Not yet darling, she purred,
let me relieve you first. We can make love later.
She gently took my manhood between her lips and began to caress the tip, teasing and gently blowing me. I was in ecstasy, my erection rock solid. Soon I reached the point of no return and within a minute I blew my load deep down her throat. The relief was immense. In spite of the soreness in my arse I was feeling very horny.
About ten minutes later we made love, as I thrust my rampant cock deep inside her she moaned with pleasure. We made love twice more that night, then again in the morning. Despite my arse being raw the memory of the caning had awoken something inside me. Something I needed. Alison knew this, and so did her father.
We lived with the family for several months before finally we had enough money to move into our own place. Robert caned me often when he felt I deserved a sore backside and on every occasion our lovemaking was far more intense. Even after we moved out I still returned from time to time to have my faults caned off. Each time Robert was happy to oblige and Alison enjoyed our more energetic lovemaking.
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 © MMXIV by Baddlad17, used here by very kind permission
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