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Hot femdom erotica by Rod Cayenne, repeated from 2013 by popular demand.
All the characters are 21 or older. WARNING: ADULTS ONLY!
Aunt and nephew surveyed the presents on the dining table.
“Well, quite a good haul this year!” said Aunt Suze as she looked into her nephew’s eyes, “Thank you for the chocolates, Tommy.”
“My pleasure Auntie,” he spoke softly, “It’s the least I can do for you for letting me stay for the week.”
“Nonsense, my boy,” she purred, “The pleasure is all mine. You know I hate to be all alone in this big place during my birthday week.”
“Yes, Auntie. It looks like someone else knew I was coming. I’d guess that’s why they’ve bought you this cane. Don’t you think?”
Well, the rattan cane certainly looked out of place there on the table. A silken scarf, chocolates, a floral table mirror, a couple of hardback romantic novels and two sets of gift vouchers all looked at home. But there, incongruously, was a rattan punishment cane with a crook handle right in the middle of the other presents.
“Yes. I wonder who bought it? I’ve never had an anonymous present before. Obviously someone who thinks you’ll need keeping in line. But we both know you won’t, don’t we Tommy?”
“Well, it certainly is a strange present to receive in this day and age. But I suppose if I’m really, really bad, you could use it on me.”
“No, Tommy. Out of the question. It’s quite a sick present in a way. I could never hurt you. You’re my favourite, you know.”
Tommy blushed with embarrassment. As the day wore on, however, Tommy thought more and more about that cane. Secretly, he began to fancy a thrashing. Aunt Suze was an attractive lady with a fine figure and a most beautiful face. It was surprising she was single, he reflected. He wondered whether she was frustrated, and began to fantasise about her and about being punished by her. She wouldn’t rise to the bait, however, when he nagged her about the rattan rod, in a discreet but persistent manner.
In the evening, they sat over warm cocoa in the harbourside cafe. “I’ve had a lovely birthday, thank you, Thomas.”
But all that twenty-something Tommy could think about was that bloody cane. Try as he might over the next few days, he couldn’t goad Aunt Suze into hitting him with it. Even a plea for just one stroke “for fun” fell on deaf ears. Every night and every morning he would masturbate to the thought of Suze caning him. Hard. Bare bottom. Mercilessly. Enthusiastically. Cruelly. Somedays, he would sneak off to the bathroom during the day, to knock another quick one off.
All too soon, the end of his holiday arrived. One last try for a caning failed miserably. Suze informed him that the cane was most likely destined for a charity bag. Tommy’s face fell with disappointment. It had been a great holiday for both, but he felt it lacked that extra frisson that a good, hard caning might have added. Suze drove him to the station, and waved him off with a tear in her eye. He was a good lad, after all, and she was very, very fond of him.
Over the next few days, Tommy was tortured by thoughts of the cane and his aunt. He wanted to go and visit her again, to get down on his knees and beg for a caning. He began to research his new-found interest on the net. It seemed to be a popular fetish! Tales of cruel aunts and docile nephews weren’t that hard for him to find, and those stories gave him some comfort as he wanked away as he read them. Eventually though, he had to accept that his aunt just didn’t share his fascination with the cane.
A few days later, Tommy was round at his sister’s house. Amy was somewhat older than him, and newly divorced. He wondered how she managed to afford to run a place on her own, but then he remembered she had a second income from a rental property, as well as her office job. Her house was really quite plush. He was really envious, as he was still stuck at home with their parents. His bedroom really was a grim, grey and lonely place, full of fantasies and masturbation, but little else.
“Did you have a good holiday with Auntie Suze, Tommy?”
“Yes, terrific, thanks! I love it there on the coast, and she is so sweet and such good company.”
“Mmmmm yes. I know what you mean. So were you a good boy for her or were you a naughty boy who got his bottom caned?”
Tommy choked on his cola, “You what, sis?”
“I asked whether you got your bottom caned? I bought her that cane, you see. I thought she might need it to keep you in line.”
“You bitch, Amy!”
“Language, Tommy, language!”
“Well, really! The very idea! But sorry to upset your plans. I was good all week and Suze had no use for that wicked-looking cane.”
“Pity, pity. It might have done you some good. You know, you’re the very definition of fecklessness.”
“That’s a bit harsh, Amy. I just need to get my shit together.”
“You certainly do, young man! Loafing around all day. You want to be careful you don’t end up unemployable, and your language is shocking.”
“Well, it’s true. A good motivational caning is just what you need.”
Tommy laughed nervously, and then conceded, “Yes, you’re probably right there.”
“Of course I am, silly. Now, it’s just as well I bought a pair of canes, isn’t it?”
“What?” said Tommy as the penny dropped.
“Yes, I’ll just go and get my cane.”
“I’ll give you but, Tommy! Butt with two Ts!”
Soon Amy returned with the cane in her hands. It was identical to the one he’s seen at Aunt Suze’s house. It was now or never, fight or flight. Suddenly, he told himself he might never get an opportunity like this again.
Amy chuckled, “Yes, I think a good caning is just what you need. It might teach you to appreciate Mum and Dad rather more than you do at the moment. They don’t like you hanging around when you could be working. Get yourself down to an agency.”
“It’s not easy, Amy.”
“Neither will this caning be!” she laughed. “Now, I think we’ll start with twelve on your boxers.”
“Twelve? That’s a lot!”
“Oh, I don’t think so. After all, you’re not a schoolboy, so you deserve rather more than six of the best.”
“If you say so, sis.”
“I do say so. Now bend over the table and get those jeans down for me!”
Amy was shocked to find that her brother was wearing rather old-fashoned white briefs. Still, they did look clean. And after all, she didn’t want her brand new cane to get soiled!
She flexed the cane and brought it down with a resounding CRACK! on her brother’s bottom. Poor Tommy had never felt the cane before and was surprised by just how much it hurt! All manner of expletives ran through his mind, though none escaped from his mouth. Shit, it hurt!
CRACK! A second lusty stroke hit his pristine white pants. He gasped as the pain overwhelmed him briefly.
CRACK! What a bitch Tommy’s sister was turning out to be. He regretted going round there.
CRACK! How much more could he take? He couldn’t stand the thought of wimping out in front of his sister.
CRACK! He allowed himself a loud gasp, that wouldn’t be too embarrassing, would it now?
CRACK! There was no faulting Amy’s rhythm as she beat him with relentless fervour.
CRACK! All the same, Tommy couldn’t help but writhe with discomfort as the cane whipped down again and again. Whatever had made him wish Aunt Suze had caned him? This was no fun at all.
CRACK! Tommy’s arse was now aglow and ablaze, but through it all he was beginning to get some satisfaction. Perhaps it was a bit sexy?
CRACK! A vicious stroke made him reconsider, briefly. But no, it was good, cleansing and satisfying. It was almost ecstasy.
CRACK! He couldn’t let his sister know how satisfying it was. But then, maybe she was finding the same thing too? After all, she was the sadistic one who had bought the pair of rattans!
CRACK! He’d lost count but in a way he hoped it would go on forever.
CRACK! That was it! She tossed the cane aside. But a bombshell was to follow!
“Now then Tommy, you took those well, but I think a further six strokes on the bare will improve your attitude immensely.”
Without further ado, she slid his pants down gently, revealing a scarred, hairy but attractive rump. She wasn’t Aunt Suze, but she was close enough…
Story © MMXIII by Rod Cayenne
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