Erotic fiction by Rod Cayenne, repeated from the happy days of 2011. All of the characters are aged 18 or over. Strictly adults only!
A fortnight had passed since 23-year-old Ben’s thrashing by PC Tim Johnson. Ben was staring out of the window, awaiting the return of his tormentor. He scratched his arse idly. The thrashing had been hell. It had been the worst thing he had ever experienced. More than that, though, it had been thoroughly exciting. Now he faced the second half of his punishment. His stepfather, Charles, had been teasing him mercilessly for the last couple of days.
Ben’s humiliation would be worse this time, as the audience would be larger. PC Johnson would be bringing the Superintendent with him. The Superintendent had agreed to the waiving of all charges if Ben agreed to the 60 strokes of the cane. A police patrol car pulled up outside the house. Ben felt sure some of the neighbours might be in on the secret. But then, he always was a little paranoid. His heart sunk further as PC Johnson and a leggy female police officer got out of the car. Only then did the awful truth dawn on him. The female was the Superintendent!
“Let them in boy,” Charles said to his stepson.
Introductions were made and Superintendent Llewelyn could hardly hide her glee about what she was about to see. She quickly took command of the situation. “Ben I am here because I have agreed to you escaping proceedings if you take 60 strokes of the cane on your naked buttocks. Fetch the cane now and don’t keep me waiting!”
“Bring both the canes, son” stepfather Charles added. “They are hanging in my wardrobe. Hurry up unless you want extras!”
Ben ran up the stairs. He could hear laughter from downstairs. Nervously, he opened the wardrobe and found the canes waiting for him. He quickly took them downstairs as he certainly didn’t want extras. He was keen to get the remaining 30 strokes over and done with.
The Superintendent spoke, “Ben, you will take 30 strokes today, and 30 more in a fortnight.”
“But I’ve already had 30 strokes. Two weeks ago!”
“Well, that maybe so but I didn’t see them did I? I have to witness all 60 strokes. Think yourself lucky you are getting off so lightly. If you’ve really had some strokes before, you can regard them as a warm-up.” Tim and Charles chuckled out loud.
“But…”
“SHUT UP! Unless you want to go down to the station, perhaps?”
“No, it’s OK.”
“Good. That’s better. I like an obedient boy!”
Tim held the door open as Charles brought in one of the tall stools from the breakfast bar. The Superintendent was playing with the canes, swishing and flexing them. Ben was almost crying. His sentence had been increased by 30 strokes and now he was worried that he would be caned by the the female.
“Over the stool” she commanded. She unbelted his jeans and pulled them right down. Roughly she yanked his briefs down too. All was revealed to her. The naked arse and a semi-erect cock. She gently rubbed the naked cheeks, then a rapid SMACK – SMACK – SMACK as she spanked them unexpectedly. Ben’s shame was complete, and his penis stiffened further.
“PC Johnson will do the honours. Tim, I want all 30 strokes to be with this junior cane. It won’t mark as much as the senior, which is to be regretted, but the sting should be much worse.” She smiled sadistically. “I want all 30 strokes delivered quickly without a break. The pain should build up nicely for young Ben here. Ben, I want no nonsense from you. You are to hang onto the bottom rung of the stool. Is that clear?”
“Yes Superintendent,” Ben said submissively.
One – Two – Three. Ben was already yelping.
Four – Five – Six. He was grunting and sighing. He was bucking and kicking, too.
“Ben – that’s enough of that behaviour! You will be still under the cane or else. I am thinking extras already,” she laughed.
“No, I’m sorry I will behave,” Ben assured her.
Seven – Eight – Nine – Ten – Eleven – Twelve – “AAARRRGGGHHH” shouted Ben.
“Last warning Ben! Are you sure you’ve had the cane before? You are acting like a little child. Carry on Tim, make them hard ones.”
PC Johnston resumed the caning with renewed gusto. He had a big grin as he slashed the cane down on the naked bottom before him. Thirteen. Charles was also looking happy and lusting after both Superintendent Llewelyn and Tim. How horny they looked in their black uniforms. Fourteen – Fifteen – Sixteen – Seventeen – Eighteen – Nineteen – Twenty.
“Last ten now Ben. I am really enjoying this. Make them extra hard Tim!”
Ben couldn’t believe she was asking for the strokes to be even harder. What a bitch, he thought.
21 – 22 – 23. Ben was gasping now. She was right, the junior cane stung much more intensely. 24 – 25 – 26. “OWWWWW!”
27 and 28 were the hardest yet and 29 and 30 were sliced into him as cross strokes. He was crying heavily.
“Very good, Ben. Bit of a tough nut aren’t you?” she said winking at Tim and Charles. “More of the same in a fortnight then. I will then decide if you’ve had sufficient punishment to waive all the charges. Now let us have a good look at that bottom of yours. Ah. A bit of a mess isn’t it?”
Ben was crying but still bent over the stool. His agony was being prolonged. Another 30 strokes and then she might think he needs some more! This was terrible.
Ben was further humiliated as Superintendent Llewelyn thrust her middle finger right up his arsehole. A minute or so later, stepfather Charles couldn’t resist doing the same. Tim was a little more reserved but indulged in a good feel of the hot fleshy buttocks that he had enjoyed thrashing minutes before.
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Content © Rod Cayenne, 2011
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