Hot Lesbian Action (M/M)

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A repeat of this hot spanking fiction by your host, Rod Cayenne. All the characters are aged 18 or over. Strictly adults only!

 

Jasper tumbled through the front door, tired after another hectic day at the warehouse.  It seemed that every day, the work got busier and busier but his low pay stayed the same.  Anyway, he was dead beat.  Much to his annoyance, he bumped into his sister.  Her movie starlet looks and now a place at college were constant irritations to him, “Lesbian! Lesbian! Lesbian!” he shouted, taking his frustrations out on her.

Jasper’s cruel taunting soon had his younger sibling in tears. Just turned 18, young Hilary had man trouble.  Or more strictly, no man trouble.  For it was true, she had never had a boyfriend.  “Lesbian, Lesbian!” he shouted again. Forced laughter followed from Jasper, but it soon stopped when he felt his father’s firm hand on his shoulder.

“I think you and I have some man to man business to discuss, young Jasper.  Up to my bedroom.  Now!”  A while back, such a discussion would have resulted in a session with the slipper. Jasper was sure such indignities were in the past, at least for him.  For he was almost 20, and proud to be working hard for a living.

In the bedroom, Jasper looked worried as his father removed first one, and then the other of his rubber-soled slippers and placed them on the bedding.  Father spoke quietly to son, “Didn’t I warn you about picking on your sweet sister?  Several times?  And yet you still carry on, don’t you?”

“Sorry Dad.”

“It’s no good being sorry now, young Jasper.  And just because now I’ve got my slipper ready.”

“Oh Dad, come on!  The slipper?  The slipper?  Really?  I’m almost 20!”

“You mean you’re still a teenager, son! A rude, disobedient, heartless one at that!  In short, a bully.  I think you are long overdue for a reminder of how much the slipper can sting.”

“No Dad, really!  I’m almost 20, and Hilary will hear!”

“Yes, I’m sure she will.  And perhaps that will teach you to be a lot kinder to her.  Really, the way you treat her is nothing short of disgraceful.  She’s a delicate girl, and now to top it all you are being a coward.”

“Dad, Dad, come on, be reasonable, I was only teasing her.  She can take it.”

“I don’t know about that!  But I do know that you can take a good slippering.  From me.  Right now.  Bend over the bed, son.  And take your trousers and pants down for me.”  Jasper hesitated and played for time, but his father was having none of it, “Do it!  And do it now, unless you want me to take them down.  Or perhaps I should ask your sister to?”

Father seemed undecided which slipper to use.  Left or right?  Either one would pack a punch, of that there was no doubt.  Outside the bedroom door, Hilary giggled to herself.  Nasty brother Jasper was about to get his comeuppance, and she was about to get to hear all of the action.  The slipper was soon connecting with the tender bare teenage flesh. Jasper groaned and yelped as the pain got through to him. Hilary was listening, enjoying every single whack, but regretting that the panelled door had no keyhole that she could spy through.  She knew there would be no comeback, for she was her father’s pride and joy.  A particularly severe blow caused Jasper to cry out, “Owww!  For fuck’s sake Dad, I’m too old to be slippered!”

“What did you say?  Did you swear?  In my house!  How dare you?”

“Sorry Dad.”

“You will be!  You will be!  So, you say you’re too old for the slipper?  That’s good to hear because it just so happens that I found my mother’s old cane the other day.  The one that kept me and your uncles in line for so many years.  Let’s try it out!  I’m sure it will prove to be a most effective remedy for bullying, cowardice and swearing.”

“No, Dad!  No!  Please!  I’m sorry I swore.  I’m sorry for teasing Hilary.  Really I am.”

Father feigned deafness and moved over to the dressing table, opening the lowest drawer.  He extracted the cane.  It was a traditional schoolmaster’s model, with curved handle and a wicked swoosh as father practised swiping it through the air.  The noise alone was enough to fill Jasper with dread and sincere regret.

“On all fours.  Stick your bottom out more!  I need a good target.” Father had barely-suppressed sadistic laughter in his voice as he instructed his son, “That’s it, higher!”

The cane cracked down for the first time.  Outside Hilary was unsure what was happening.  She heard the difference in the sound.  It sounded something like a whip, crop or cane.  It couldn’t be, could it?  She couldn’t be sure.  How cruel though!  But then she remembered how Jasper had treated her over recent months and giggled softly to herself.  Yes, Jasper deserved it.

The second stroke was much more powerful, catching the lad by surprise.  The almighty crack of the rattan was followed by waves and waves of hot, flaming pain.  Jasper collapsed flat on the bed, his hands clutching at his bottom,

“What the?  Get up, this instant!” Father ordered, “In position.  Now!  Four more strokes to come!”

So it was to be the traditional six of the best, thought Jasper.  Father lashed strokes three, four and five down rapidly.  Jasper felt overwhelmed as the pain went way beyond bad.  Outside, Hilary was so excited, she almost felt as if she might wet herself.  She was certainly feeling light-headed.

“Last stroke son.  Take it properly and we’re done here.”  That was a challenge Jasper would have to rise to.  He wiped a tear from his eye, and stuck his bottom out submissively, willing his father and the cane to do their very worst.  And they did, once again the cane lashed down with a resounding crack which seemed to echo around the sparsely-furnished bedroom.

“OK, son.  Get up!”  Father flexed the cane right in front of his son, saying, “Now, we’ll have no more of this swearing.  Or any lesbian talk, Jasper.  Especially from someone who only seems to have male friends at the moment.”  Father winked at son.  Jasper was worried.  He couldn’t know, could he?

Poor Jasper’s bottom was on fire.  He looked at his sore bottom in the dressing table mirror.  The flesh was flaming red all over, with the added bonus of six ugly cane weals which throbbed and itched and ached and burned.  One thing was certain.  There would be no mooning the other lads in the warehouse toilets for a good long while.

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D I S C L A I M E R

All characters appearing in this story are over 18 and are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Story © MMXVIII by Rod Cayenne.  All rights reserved.

Photo model: Rod

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Polishing The Fireman’s Boots (M/M)

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A seasonal repeat for this red hot spanking fiction by your host, Rod Cayenne. All the characters are aged 18 or over. Strictly adults only!

Richard was a neighbour, and had been a member of the local fire brigade ever since leaving school.  Our friendship had started during a scout “Bob-A-Job” week, with me polishing his fireman’s boots for him.  It carried on long after that week though.  In subsequent years I found I was still polishing his work boots for him most weeks, in return for some generous pocket money.  I’d thought it quite strange how he’d ask me to come in my scout or school uniform, though.  He assured me that I looked so much smarter like that than in casual wear.  I guess he was right about that and I was happy to play along as long as he paid me.

I came to adore his boots.  It turned into a bit of a fetish for me.  I fantasised about his boots constantly.  I imagined him naked apart from his black leather boots, dominating me.  He was a tall, sexy single guy and one of my first teenage crushes.

I was 18 and horny, and I started to add an extra, secret ingredient to the polish – a little bit of my sperm.  Generally I brought the spunk in from home in a little glass screwtop bottle and added drops of it to the polish as I worked on the shiny boots, if he wasn’t watching me.  Very occasionally he would have to go out while I was there, and on those times, I’d usually manufacture a fresh supply by masturbating straight on to his boots.  The jets of my hot cum would then be worked straight into the boots, with layers and layers of black polish on top.  Then one day, he caught me just after I’d just manufactured a new load of the secret ingredient and was about to massage it into his boots, my school trousers and pants still pulled down!

“I can explain!” I cried, but of course, I couldn’t.  The fresh spunk lying on the boots did all the talking for me.  I rapidly hitched up my black pants and grey school trousers.  Unfortunately, just at that moment, the glass bottle of sperm dropped from my trouser pocket onto the floor.  Damn! He’d seen it!

“Aha,” he said as he held the small bottle up to the light, “A premeditated crime, I see.  And just how long has this been going on?”

At that point I just wanted to die, or have the ground swallow me up.  Shit!  I had been caught.  Caught bang to rights, defiling the shiny black leather of this generous friend of mine.  I didn’t know what to say about it, so I just whispered in shame, “I love your boots.”

“Yes, I can see that, you dirty little boy!  You haven’t answered my question though, have you?  So let me check the facts here.  You’ve been bringing a bottle of your spunk to work into my boots?  And today you’ve not even used its contents, instead you’ve jerked straight onto my boots.”  He’d worked it all out.  Every sordid detail. “And I’ve been paying you for this dubious pleasure!  Well, more fool me.  Now, what will your parents say when I tell them what you’ve been up to?”

This time I had to be more vocal!  I begged and begged him not to tell them.  My face was red with embarrassment.  I felt as if I’d burst into tears at any moment, or piss myself with shame.

“Well, I could punish you myself, I suppose.  But no!  It’s not my place to do that.”

“Anything, Richard, anything, just don’t tell my folks!  They’d throw me out I’m sure!”

“You might be right there.  They are real bible bashers aren’t they?”

“Yes, and they even still pay a tithe to the church.”

“My God, they’re real dinosaurs aren’t they?”

“Yes.”

“But your Dad doesn’t beat you in the biblical manner?  ‘Cause that’s what you really deserve, you know.”

“No of course he doesn’t and yes, I guess I’ve been bad enough to deserve something like that.”

“Well, you’re in luck, in a manner of speaking.  It just so happens that I have a strap and cane here.  I had a rather awkward lodger who would only respond to a sore arse.  I think maybe you’re the same.  In fact, I know you’re the same.  Get up the stairs!”

I soon found myself in the master bedroom of his two bed maisonette.  He piled pillows in the middle of the pine king-size bed and made me mount them, after pulling down my school trousers and pants for me.

One thing was for sure, he knew how to make that leather strap sting like the blazes!  It hurt and it burnt my tender bare teenage flesh.  I was riding on crests of pain, but also mixed in was the first tingling of pleasure from the pain.  I even had time to daydream idly about the possibility of working some of my spunk into the leather strap!  I wondered if he’d let me?  It seemed appropriate somehow, LOL.  A noisy and particularly sharp blow brought me back down to earth however, terminating all pervy thoughts, at least for a while.  I wasn’t counting, but I reckon there were about twenty blows in all.  I was relieved when the beating stopped.  What had started as fairly mild discipline had soon escalated into a festival of sadism.  The last blows had broken me, and rare tears trickled down my face.

“There!  I hope that leathering has taught you to never weaken good leather by spunking on it. I’m disgusted by all of this you know!  Really disgusted.  Even I wasn’t like this at your age. Anyway, now, it’s time for some extra punishment for making me pay you good money for your depravity.”

“What?  No, really Richard, I can’t take anymore!”

“I’m afraid lad that my cane always gets used once I’ve got it out from it secret lair!  Let me assure you, no naughty boy leaves my house uncaned!  I’m going to be lenient, however.  A quick six of the best should cure your emissions forever.”

Six strokes didn’t sound at all lenient to me!  My arse was already pitifully sore.  I heard him swooshing the cane through the air.  He cackled with delight as he crashed the first stroke down onto my naked haunches.  I’d never felt pain like it, of course.  The cane was an order of magnitude worse than the leather strap.  My poor abused arse twisted from left to right and back again as I tried in vain to avoid each burning stroke of the unforgiving rattan.  He was true to his word, in that this extra beating was quick.  But the pain!  Oh God!  I yelped and cried as my flesh was criss-crossed not with six but with eight stinging cuts.  The bastard had given me two extra strokes, on the flimsy pretext that I’d been writhing in attempt to avoid my punishment.  I heard him drop the cane and then, as he moved closer to me, I heard him breathing heavily from the exertion of the beating.

Suddenly I felt the bell-end of his penis pushing against the entrance to my tight puckered anus.  A little bit of cold lube and his sheathed monster was in me, thrusting and twisting.  I loved it!  He was an animal, a beast and a truly fantastic fucker.  Never before had my virgin back passage known such pleasure.  I knew we’d have to be doing this regularly in future.  Yes, I loved it, and I could tell that he did too.  I could even see the continuation of my undeclared income stream…

After coming noisily, he slapped my bare bottom and nibbled lovingly at my ear, whispering gently, “Now, anymore of this perverse nonsense, and I’ll take you down the fire station to show the lads your red arse!  It’s their favourite colour, you know.”

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D I S C L A I M E R

All characters and businesses appearing in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Story © MMXVII by Rod Cayenne

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