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Hot caning fiction by Rod Cayenne, repeated from 2013. All the characters are age 18 or above. Strictly adults only!
“What a stupid thing to buy me!”
“Dad!”
“Well, I retired from teaching almost twenty years ago, why would I want a cane? A walking cane perhaps, but not a punishment cane!”
“Dad, you’re so ungrateful!”
“Well, it’s a particularly useless present, son. The cane’s made for a boy’s flesh. No chance of this being used. Unless young Julian’s stepped out of line, of course?”
“Oh no, no, no, no! Leave Julian out of this. He’s a bloody good kid, raised thousands for charity, just you be the loving grandfather figure to him, please Dad.”
“OK son, glad to hear he’s such a paragon of virtue. No faults that need correcting at all?”
“No, none at all. Really! Listen, I only bought that cane as a joke. I thought you might want to mount it on the wall or something. Like a trophy.”
“You really are a stupid boy,” said the old man, flexing the cane in his bony hands. “I ought to beat that stupidity right out of you. Just like old times!”
“Dad, get real please! You can’t do that! For heaven’s sake!”
“How much did this cost you, then, son?”
“Well, you shouldn’t be asking me that, as it was a present.”
“But I want to know!”
“OK. OK, it was a tenner, Dad.”
“A tenner, eh? Well, that’s what we used to call a ten stroke caning, back in the day.”
“Oh, Dad!” said the son, not liking at all where this was leading.
“Come on, boy. I want to play with my birthday present. And you’re the only one here. Get that bottom bare for me!”
It had been a long time since this particular father had caned this particular son. The air was electric. The tension broke as the son agreed quietly.
Both men sighed as the son’s trousers dropped to the floor, and were then stepped out of. Underpants followed. By now, the son was beginning to feel really stupid. His father, however, was just beginning to enjoy his birthday. Again, he flexed the cane and allowed himself a hearty laugh, much to his son’s disdain.
“A tenner then, son.”
“I’d rather have a sixer, Dad.”
“Big boys need rather more than a sixer, lad. Maybe a dozen, or a baker’s dozen?”
“Oh Dad! OK, OK! I’ll settle for a tenner then.”
“Good boy! Bend over the table please. That’s the stuff! Bottom right out, please.”
CRACK! A first stroke landed, taking its victim by surprise, followed by horror as the pain kicked in. This was going to be no picnic! His father had lost none of his touch! For an old man, he packed a mean punch!
SWISH-CRACK! The cane landed wickedly on the mature son’s buttocks, leaving a scorching red line of pain.
CRACK! The old man laughed as he landed a third stroke right on target. He hadn’t lost it!
CRACK! The meaty cheeks were sliced again, causing a loud groan from the victim. Despite this, his obedience and submissiveness made him thrust his bottom up ready for the next assault.
CRACK! The cane lashed down.
CRACK! Again the cheeks were thrust upwards to receive the punishment, which the son found curiously unwelcome and welcome at the same time.
CRACK! The birthday present lashed spitefully, as weal upon weal marked the buttocks.
CRACK! The caning was near ending, but both men were enjoying the unusual turn of events. Father’s sadism had been rekindled, and his son’s submission complemented it perfectly.
CRACK! The penultimate stroke caused an unwilling wail of discomfort.
CRACK! It was over! Dad dropped the cane and flopped down exhausted in the nearest armchair. His birthday treat had made it a memorable day. He chuckled to himself as he noticed his son was still bent over the table, red striped rear clearly displayed.
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