Real life story by new guest author Strapmenow
Webmaster Rod’s note: This was originally published as a comment on my recent story “Full Bottom Of Steam”, but I thought it good enough to use as a short piece in its own right. Fortunately the comment author was happy with this, so in slightly tidied form, here it is:
…Reminds me of receiving from my wife the ½” thick cane, 3½” double leather spanker, and 1¾” thick double leather tawse (split vertically for the last 6½“) last Tuesday. Boy how I hate the tawse! Actually in that session I hated all those implements. They all really hurt.
I was very pleased with the after effects. The tramlines were still very visible 24 hours later. I just had to smile to myself whenever I sat on a hard seat, like the toilet seat or whenever I went driving. Car seats are great reminders if one has just received a jolly good thrashing. When you first sit in the driver’s seat you are reminded of why your bottom is so sore and everytime you shift position to operate the foot pedals one receives further reminders. I can’t help smiling to myself at each of these reminders, knowing how I came to have them and also knowing from whom I received them! I suppose if it were not for those very painful strokes received, one would not have such delicious reminders afterwards.
Whenever my wife feels like giving me a thrashing that is exactly what I receive. The waiting up in our room is really the worst time. There I am, naked and draped over a couple of pillows on the centre of our bed with the instruments of correction either lying on top of me or right beside me. I know (or at least think I know) what I am in for. My ears are very attuned to every sound I hear from the kitchen. My wife is heard rattling around, doing a whole lot of things, I presume, wholly unrelated to my impending spanking. I think to myself during this interminable waiting time, “I wish she would hurry up and get this thing over with.” My tension level keeps on ramping up to a higher and higher level. Yes, I am fearful of what is about to happen and yet at the very same time I really do want it to happen! Eventually I hear her footsteps coming down the hallway and know that it will all soon be underway.
When I introduced my wife to BDSM spanking (by hitting myself with an implement – can’t remember which one at this point of time, which I had purchased from an Adult Shop – it may have been a crop) I gave myself some 500 strokes on my bare bum, which of course considerably reddened it! Ha ha! I told her, “See it has not done me any harm and you can see how much it has excited me.” This was evidenced by my rampant erection. I said,”Next time I would like you to apply the implement.” She did!
I had always heard that the person giving the thrashings got turned on too, as well as the person receiving, but I did not really believe it. I had thought that they were doing it solely for the pleasure of the one receiving. But Pam was wet. I discovered that when she invited me to touch her. Yes, I discovered that she was very wet indeed.
After ten years of marriage I still love vanilla sex. Each time I come inside Pam is just as much a thrill as the first time. “Yes!” I say to myself, “I can still do this,” and it gives me as much of a charge as the very first time. Yet Pam spanking me adds a very thrilling dimension to our sex life. I don’t fully understand why this is so but just know that it is. It most likely is because in consensual BDSM Spanking the one receiving knows that the giver will not permanently injure you, it is not abuse, which I am very much opposed to. The surrender of control says in a very powerful way, “I trust you and know that you will not in any way harm me. Yes, what you are about to do will hurt me, but I know that you will not take me beyond my ability to bare. Yes, at times you will extend my limits and I’ll discover that my ability to bear the pain is much greater than I would have thought.”
Sometimes, indeed most times, I enjoy the spankings. I love the feel of leather being applied to my bare bottom, or hands. Sometimes I think that it is harder than I can bear. The mind most certainly plays tricks with you. I had really thought that when Pam was caning me that she was using full force. In actual fact she was horrified that I thought she was doing that! She was only using her forearm. Of course, what is actually happening is that your brain releases those wonderful chemicals, endorphins, in response to the pain. The recipient drifts off into that dreamlike state, that state of euphoria called sub-space.
Well Rod, I started off supposedly commenting on a story here and ended up giving a rant on the whole spanking scene! I think that I need a jolly good thrashing! Perhaps you may consider writing a story where you do just that. Ha ha!
I will close now after reading what I have just written to my wife, prior to posting. Keep writing those great stories! I, along with your other select group of readers I have no doubt, enjoy what you write here…
Content © 2012 by Strapmenow
erotic fiction by your host, Rod Cayenne
THE STORY SO FAR: At the ripe old age of 75, Dad has taken to thrashing his 52-year-old son, Peter. Both men find gratification from this.
Part 1 is here
Now read on for Part 2:
Dad’s trusty old cane thrashed down on the naked buttocks of prodigal son Peter.
“Owww!” Peter cried. He could usually take his strokes stoically, but this seventeenth stroke hurt beyond belief!
The eighteenth bitter-sweet stroke lashed down.
Outside the study door, the sound of leather crop and rattan cane on bare flesh had sent Duke the Cairn Terrier into a barking frenzy. It was ever thus.
The thrashings took place every Friday evening. To start with they had been after the gents had enjoyed their fish and chip suppers. Latterly, however, Dad had taken to sending Peter out to buy the food after his thrashing. Peter would therefore stand in Pam’s Fish Bar with a red hot bottom, almost hotter than the food on offer! On returning home, Peter would sit awkwardly at the dining table facing his father.
This evening was no different. Peter’s pert bottom throbbed and burnt from the eighteen strokes. His face was flushed with embarrassment, or was it sexual excitement? This particular evening, Dad also looked rather red-faced. He leant over and touched his son’s hand.
“I hope that thrashing has taught you a lesson, my naughty boy. Now, listen. I want you to share my bed tonight, son.”
“Yes, why not? And we’ll both be naked, won’t we? I want to have a good talk about your spanking and caning interests, Peter. Pass the ketchup, please.”
“Dad, this is kinky, kinkier than we should allow ourselves to be.”
“Nonsense, son! We’ve a shared interest. Now, I want to share it more intimately.”
“Dad, you really are incorrigible!”
“Maybe son, maybe. Are you up for it, then?”
“Well, yes, as long as you don’t tell anyone. Especially Sandy, if you ever bump into her.”
“Mum’s the word!”
“How about an early night then, Dad? These fish and chips always send me into a bit of a drowsy kind of slump.”
“I’ll decide when son. Is that clear?”
As if on cue, Peter felt a shooting pain, just where the crop and cane had done their very dirty work.
“Yes Dad. Perfectly clear.”
“Good boy. I could always give you a reminder of who makes the decisions around here.”
“No Dad, no reminders necessary. You’ve made a firm impression already.”
Was that innuendo, or cheek? It didn’t matter.
“You will have a bath at nine o’clock and then come and join me in bed, naked. In the meantime, you can wash up when we’ve finished eating.”
“Son! It’s nine o’clock! Toilet and bath now. Don’t forget your teeth. Oh, and take the cane and crop from my study and put them on my bed, will you?”
“Errr, yes Dad. Of course.”
Peter wasn’t too sure he liked the sound of all this. He was being treated like a kid. Told when to use the toilet indeed! Nevertheless, he was excited and felt his cock stiffen as he called into the study to pick up the cane and crop. Already they had wreaked havoc that day. Now it seemed that an encore was in prospect. It was only a few hours later, but Peter was craving more punishment, especially as it seemed to fit in with his father’s plans.
Peter entered his father’s bedroom. It stank of cigar smoke, and there sat on the bedcovers was Duke. More worryingly, Peter could see his handcuffs, confiscated by his father, lying on the bedside table. Next to them, was a well-used tube of lube. Peter gulped with dread, placing the cane and crop down carefully on the bed. Duke barked at him.
Peter made his way to the bathroom. Soon the taps were running, and Peter sat on the toilet, which reminded him how sore his bottom was.
Dad popped his head round the door.
“Good lad! I’ll be in later to soap you down.”
Peter rolled his eyes. He couldn’t even have a shit in peace, it seemed.
A few minutes later, Peter was enjoying his hot bath when the door swung open. Peter was astonished to see Pam the proprietor of the chip shop stood holding the cane, and Dad just behind her.
“Your father has invited me round to join in the fun! Lucy is minding the shop. I’ll be caning you both tonight! Hurry up and get dry! This cane needs some use!”
She swished the cane down and chuckled. “Two strokes for each minute it takes you! You’d better hurry up!”
Peter pulled the plug out and smiled to himself. By the time he got to the bedroom, his father was stood naked and handcuffed.
“Five minutes! Ten strokes! Your father will be getting the same. Peter you can go second.”
It was the first time Peter had seen his father naked. For a 75-year old, his body was in surprisingly good shape. His bottom was most attractive, pert and hairy. Peter was also naked, after his bath. Unlike his father, Peter had a stonkingly stiff erection. Pam gazed at it lovingly as she flexed the cane. She was particularly fond of uncircumcised penises. She flexed the swishy rattan cane again. Oh yes, it was going to be a night of revelations!
© Rod Cayenne, 2012
Hot adult fiction by guest author David Stewart
Part 1 is here.
Part 2 is here.
Now read on for Part 3:
David and his wife continued to play as they had with David happy to cede to his “Mistress and Wife” in everything. His stay at his Mother-In-Law’s house had brought home the undoubted benefits of being disciplined, but he would far rather this was done by his wife.
It was some months later, the bank holiday weekend, when they next all met. His wife had teased him a few times, “If you don’t behave I may have to ask Mother to see to you again,” and so on. Thus it was with some trepidation that David arrived with his wife to stay the weekend at Mother-in-law’s.
Immediately David realised that his Mother-in-law had changed her attitude towards him and she had become more domineering, much to his wife’s amusement. It was no longer a case of, “Would you like a coffee, David?” Now it was, “Would you like a coffee daughter dearest?” followed by, “David go and make the coffee for us.”
During that Friday night the conversation turned to David and his behaviour and she mocked him with, “And have you been a good boy since your last visit David?” and other humiliating comments. His Wife said that his behaviour had been better and he had returned from his stay rather embarrassed, but eager to behave.
The Saturday they all went out for a meal, which David paid for and much consumption of wine took place. During the meal David got a bit disrespectful towards his wife. Some of his comments were rude and when they returned home he huffed and tutted several times when told to do things.
It was obvious that his Mother-In-law was not impressed and when they awoke the next morning his wife remarked that he had made a real idiot of himself, and could be in bother as a result. She commented that before bed her mother had said to her, “I will deal with this tomorrow.” Despite a sore head herself, she managed to laugh at David’s expression and said, “Yes my silly drunken husband, I suspect mother will be taking your pants down again today, and I will get to watch!”
Breakfast was late and they all went to the church service and had a late lunch, walking home instead of driving.
Lunch eaten David was told to, “Clear up the dishes then join us in the lounge.”
In the lounge her mother started to berate her daughter about the way she had allowed David to speak at the meal the previous evening and how she felt his attitude needed addressing. “You are letting him off with far too much my dear, and will regret it if you don’t stop him now.”
David arrived with coffee and as they drank, mother started to tell David off for his attitude. He apologised to both ladies.
“Yes apologise you should, and must, but I still intend to send you home with a sore bottom as a reminder. When in my house it is MY RULES,” she emphasised the last phrase. “Since I learnt how my daughter deals with you I have admired her. Alas, she has failed this time, so I shall intervene and sort you out and send you both home on the right tracks. Now, David I want you to go upstairs, put your pj’s on and then wait in my bedroom for us. You can spend some time thinking why you are waiting for us. When I come up I expect an apology and a request to punish you.”
David blushed. With resignation on his face, he left the room, glancing at his smiling wife as he did so. He was soon nervously standing in his night shorts and t-shirt looking at the hairbrush that was laid on the bed.
Downstairs her mother was giving advice to her daughter but also castigating her for allowing her husband so much slack. “You know the way I always dealt with you and your sisters,” she said. “Immediate and harsh spankings, whenever deserved. You also need to ensure David gets that. I am a bit surprised that you have failed to follow my example darling, but today I hope to give you both an idea of where you’ve gone wrong.”
Upstairs, David was nervously contemplating his fate. He had to acknowledge he deserved to be spanked, and also that his life was all the better for being a submissive husband. The humiliation of being spanked by his mother-in-law had some attraction, and he knew he was in for a real hiding. However, his excitement was squashed as he reflected on the severity of his last spanking from her. It had been a thirty minute wait, but now he heard footsteps and was suddenly a very scared naughty boy indeed.
Both wife and mother-in-law trooped in. Mother sat on the bed and called David to her side, “You have something to say and ask, David?”
David was well-rehearsed. With head bowed, he said in an not altogether steady voice, “I am very sorry for my behaviour last night, and I deserve to be spanked.”
“AND…what do you want me to do about that David?” came the impatient voice of his mother-in-law.
“Will you spank me, please?“
“Yes indeed, I am now going to give you the first of two spankings you will get today, David. Perhaps you will learn some manners and respect?” She hooked a thumb in either side of his shorts and pulled them slowly down revealing a very limp cock and then demanded, “Now GET OVER MY KNEE.”
David was soon looking at the carpet as the trepidation set in and the first smack of the brush descended. He yelled and the spanking continued unabated for what seemed an eternity.
“See, this is how you deal with naughty disrespectful husbands my dear. He is learning now.”
David was having a conversation of his own, yelping and crying out, “I’m sorry, honest I will behave” and so forth.
Eventually, he was told to stand. He didn’t know whether to massage his bottom or cover his exposed cock and balls.
“Go and face the wall now,” he was told and as he did so he remembered her words that there were to be two spankings that day. He’d had the first, but there was to be more! How sorry he felt.
The next words were to his wife, “And now darling it is your turn for the brush. It is David’s fault you are being spanked as well. You should have kept on top of him. Had you been harder on him before, this would not be necessary. NOW GET OVER HERE!”
An obviously shocked daughter was taken aback and said, “Mother, no you can’t…I mean it’s not fair, it is David’s fault and he has been spanked, it’s not my fault.”
“My house and my rules, dear! Now get over here or should I let David watch you as well as hear you?”
“No Mother! Surely not with David in the room.”
“We will do this as in years past.”
David did not fully understand. His wife walked nervously towards her mother and stood at her side. She reached forward and as she spoke started to undo the belt on her daughters jeans followed by the noisy zipper. Then the jeans were tugged down leaving her panties as her only protection.
“Now my dear, I am going to spank you very hard, after you have asked me to do so, and you are being spanked because of David’s behaviour and your lack of control over him. I want you to feel every smack and blame David, because believe me you will feel this. Now what have you to say?”
David could hear but only imagine the scene. His cock was growing rock hard. He could never have envisaged what was happening and he wished he could watch it unfold, not just listen.
A quiet nervous voice said, “Mother I am sorry for not dealing with David firmly enough and allowing him to be a brat. I deserve to be spanked. Will you spank me please?”
“Yes my dear I certainly will and remember this is entirely David’s fault. Now get over my knee and we will get this over with.”
A sudden smack and yell broke the silence, and soon the brush was cascading down on the daughter. Yells, screams and apologies were forthcoming. Tears followed.
“Dry your tears now my dear. You needed that. Now get dressed. Remind me, who was at fault, dear?”
“It was that husband of mine!” she said.
“And do you appreciate the need to keep him disciplined now?”
“I certainly do and won’t make the same mistake again, Mother.”
“Well that’s good to hear because you are now going to give David his second spanking and if I don’t think you have been hard enough then your own bottom will get another roasting.”
She eagerly took the brush from her mother and announced, “No fear of that, Mother. David is going to regret this day. David, get over here now!”
“Remember my dear, you’ve got to be cruel to be kind.”
David was pleased it was his wife and not her mother that was giving the second spanking. His happiness was misplaced, however. His shorts had fallen to his ankles and he was proudly erect as he faced the two dominant ladies. They looked at the erection and then at each other. Mother leant over and grabbed a box of tissues. She gave them to her daughter, suggesting, “Perhaps we need to get rid of that?”
A very good impression of an angry wife followed. the box of tissues was thrown at David. “Right, David! Wank yourself off while we watch and laugh at you.”
David was in his element. He was humiliated and submissive. He eagerly started to pump his cock before quickly cumming into a tissue.
“Is he always as quick?” Mother-in-law asked, in an amused tone.
The second he had cum, David decided he did not fancy a further spanking. However,he knew it was not his choice. His Wife sat down on the chair and pulled a towel over her knees. She summoned David, calmly.
“Now David I have just suffered the hardest and most humiliating of all spankings and all because you were a brat last night. You will behave like that again! Once we get home expect your punishments to be harder and more regular. You are going to pay for last night. Now get over my lap!”
Mother-in-law laughed, saying, “Remember dear, you give David what he needs or you’ll get it from me!”
The first crack of the brush on bare flesh followed. David squealed. The brush descended and rose in time with his yells and the punishment continued unabated for several minutes. He was yelling and shouting out. Mother-in-law helped by holding him down and encouraging, “Go on, give the brat what he deserves and remember how your botty feels.”
He started to feel tears welling up. The pain was agony and there seemed to be no stopping his wife. Eventually it was the words of Mother-in-law that ended it. “Right dear I think you have proved the point and should stop. I am proud of you.”
David got up. His eyes were sore with tears and his bottom was burning like mad. He was relieved it was over.
After a few minutes of calm, David was aware of some whispering. His wife suddenly announced, “Mother and I are going out for the afternoon. You will remain as you are, and sit at the table and write your lines.”
He was taken to the table and given the hardest chair to sit on. His wife dictated the line, “I must always be respectful and obedient and know that if I am not I will be spanked again like today.”
“Good line, if a bit short,” her Mother opined.
“And I want that done neatly 300 times today. And for every mistake I will give you five seconds of the brush before your early bedtime tonight.”
They were soon gone. David sat painfully and wrote and wrote all afternoon. It was after 6pm when they returned. David was done with his lines but still sat painfully.
His wife took the lines and handed them to her mother saying, “Mother will you mark these for me please?”
They had a meal at 7.30 which was uncomfortable for David. Afterwards, he was told to clear up.
When he returned his wife had the lines in front of her.
“Well, how do you think you did?”
“I tried ever so hard, but know I had a few mistakes,” David replied.
“Well Mother, how many did you find?”
“I found, despite being generous, some glaring errors and had to mark 11 of these as faults.”
“Good! Now do your maths, David. How long have I to spank you before bed?”
David knew there was no escape and replied “55 seconds Ma’am.”
Both ladies smiled at this. “Now go upstairs and wait in Mother’s bedroom.”
It was a short while later that both ladies appeared and David was summoned over to his wife again. His shorts came down and a bruised and sore bottom was exposed. Nothing was said and he obediently laid himself over the waiting lap of his wife.
Mother-in-law said, “Time starts NOW!” It was a long long painful 55 seconds and tears flowed again. The call of “Time’s up” was very welcome.
It was his wife’s turn to give the orders now, “Right get up David, and take that as a hard lesson learnt. Now, if you want to behave and be treated like a little boy then you will be. Go and brush your teeth and get into bed and I will tuck you in.”
David obeyed without hesitation and his wife came and tucked him in as promised. “Oh my poor darling David, I know you have had a tough day but I got spanked because of you and that will never happen again!”
She turned and showed her own bottom to her husband then slipped a hand under the bedclothes and found his semi-erect penis. It soon became erect in her hands. “We will see what happens when I come to bed David, as I think the day has been rather exciting…don’t you?”
Back downstairs the conversation revolved around David’s chastisement and then the daughter mentioned her own spanking.
“I had forgotten how much of a disciplinarian you were Mother, and also how hard you can use that brush!” Both laughed.
“And have you learnt a lesson today, my dear?”
“Oh I don’t think I ever forgot what I was spanked for Mother, I had just forgotten how better I felt afterwards.”
After another glass of wine, Mother returned to the subject and asked, “What did you mean about how better you felt afterwards?”
“Oh that! Well I always feared a spanking from you, obviously, but afterwards the air was cleared. There were never any bad feelings and to be honest I always felt a better person for it, relaxed kind of, I suppose.”
“So today’s spanking has that had the same effect on you, has it relaxed you?”
“Well strangely, yes. Sore at the time but afterwards, a good while afterwards…well I appreciated why David feels the need to be kept in line by me.”
A short time later Mother broke the silence, “You know my dear perhaps it would do you good now and again to get your bottom spanked, you know to relax you and whatever…”
“Well, I am not letting David do that as that would spoil our play.”
“From what I have heard and seen today, David most certainly must be the one spanked and kept in line. No, I was offering my own help to you.”
“To me Mother…you don’t mean…well you will spank me again?”
“That’s exactly what I am suggesting, my dear. Whenever you visit or I visit you I shall bring my trusted brush and spank you like I have done many times before. No fuss, no complaining, just what you need”
“But David, I can’t have him knowing this.”
“No my dear, it must remain strictly between you and I. David can go to the shops or on some errand while we get on with our business.”
Her daughter embraced her mother. They cuddled, “Oh, thank you Mother for being so understanding.”
“Right my dear. That is settled and we will not discuss this further. Each time you visit, or I visit you, then at some point you will be told to get ready for a spanking. We will do it as we did when you lived here. I shall use the brush and I shall spank you hard. Is that understood?”
“Yes Mother. Thank you.”
In bed that night, husband and wife were wide awake. She touched his sore and burning bottom and, as he winced, she turned her attention to his rock hard member.
“Go down on me!” she whispered. He crawled between her open legs and licked her exceptionally moist pussy. He enjoyed the fact that his wife was so excited after his chastisement. Had he only appreciated the real reason she was so wet, he may have been even more pleased.
Story © 2012 by David Stewart, used here by kind permission
Adult entertainment by Rod Cayenne
THE STORY SO FAR: 22-year-old Johnny has been caned by his father after moaning about how boring Sundays are. Now, on the following Sunday, the two men meet again at the scene of the action.
Part 1 is here.
Now read on for Part 2:
It was Sunday again. Johnny sat at the kitchen table, with his head in his hands. Dad ruffled the lad’s hair and asked, “Well, what’s up son? Is it your mum again?”
“No, it’s not her. Although she hasn’t rung me this week.”
“Typically thoughtless of her. It’s the caning, then?”
“Come on, spit it out, lad!”
“Yes, yes, it was so weird. Almost exciting, and I’ll never say I’m bored again.”
“Well, that’s one lesson the cane has taught you! It’s OK, Johnny. I understand. Mixed feelings, eh? I hated getting the cane, but it was exciting at the same time, no doubt about it.”
“Right. It’s just kind of odd as today is Sunday, and I’m feeling kind of low and, er, how shall I put this? Almost bored.”
Dad said nothing, but slipped upstairs and fetched the cane from the wooden storage box under the marital bed. The box was kept locked as he wouldn’t want Johnny to find his well-thumbed porn collection and selection of anal toys. Softly, he came down the stairs with the cane and returned to the kitchen. Johnny’s head was slumped further down in his arms. The lad seemed totally dejected. Carefully, dad laid the rattan rod down on the table. It made a small clattering sound as dad placed it down, even so. Johnny raised his head up and saw the cane. A smile crossed his face, briefly. The cane’s appearance was not unexpected.
“Pick it up son. Take a good look at it. It’s hard to believe something so light can make such an impression, isn’t it? Remember, it’s a genuine schoolmaster’s one so it’s seen a lot of action and a lot of tears. Of course, we could always throw it away, if it’s upsetting you.”
“No, no, don’t do that for heaven’s sake Dad!”
Johnny caressed the cane and then swished it gently through the air. He grinned and laughed, then rubbed his bottom.
“That’s more like it, son! If you really want it again, you only have to let me know.”
“No, that would be too weird Dad. Although, it’s kind of you to offer. And, I can’t help thinking…”
“How that bitch has screwed up our lives!”
“Johnny! Are you trying to provoke me? That’s no way to talk about your mother!”
“Well, it’s true Dad.”
“Hmmm. No remorse, I see. Give me the cane, lad. I think you need a gentle reminder. And maybe a little excitement too, don’t you think?”
“No, Dad! I mean it. Everything I said about the cane. It’s really just too weird.”
“You are trying my patience, son. I’ve decided that this is what you need and you are getting another sixer, at least. Now, bare your bottom for me!”
“Do I have to?”
“Don’t play games with me, Johnny. Get your trousers down right now, or else!”
Johnny complied reluctantly, the brass buckle of his belt clanging on the stone-tiled floor. The 22-year-old went to bend over the table again. He felt incredibly foolish but maybe a little lucky, too. His white Jockey Y-fronts remained in place, almost in defiance of his father.
Dad was having none of it! He pulled the underpants down in a rough, purposeful manner. The pants snagged briefly on his son’s growing erection. Dad’s hands then wandered over the cheeks of Johnny’s manly bottom.
“Dad, what on earth are you doing?”
“Hey now, son! Don’t you talk to me like that! Let’s just remember who is in charge around here. I am. As you will soon be reminded! Now shut up, if you know what’s good for you. I’m just checking the marks from last time are gone. Alright?”
“Alright, Dad. Sorry!”
“Oh, you will be! You certainly will be! Now, no more cheek from you, unless you want extra strokes?”
With that, a resounding SLAP! hit the lad’s bottom. Father reflected on how good that felt and made a mental note to dish out an over the lap spanking at some stage. Johnny gulped as he heard his father swishing the cane through the air.
Submissively, Johnny thrust his bottom out, ready for the cane. He wanted it. He wanted to be beaten. Hard and mercilessly. Strictly and without forgiveness. So hard that there would be absolutely no chance of boredom this Sunday. But what happened next surprised him!
SLAP! SLAP! Dad’s rough right hand again slapped the inviting arse before him. It was, after all, an invitation that couldn’t be declined. In his pants, Dad felt his cock stiffening. He massaged his son’s bottom and landed a couple more slaps, just to add to the lad’s humiliation.
“Six of the very best today, I think, Johnny!”
“Err yes Dad.”
“Count them out for me this time!”
“Owww, two Dad!”
“Three, Dad, harder please!”
Father was surprised by this request. Then he reflected that he could manage somewhat more severity, so he lashed the cane down hard.
“Well, you did ask for it!” his Dad chuckled, lashing down another severe stroke.
“Owww! Five, Dad!”
The sixth stroke slashed down diagonally in order to inflict maximum pain. Sure enough, Johnny squealed delightfully! His father smiled wickedly.
“You forgot to count, son! The rule is two extra penalty strokes!”
Johnny gasped a little, but offered his buttocks just as submissively as before. This was severe, but it sure was fun!
CRACK! CRACK! The bonus strokes hit home satisfyingly. Johnny’s eyes were moist. Dad adjusted his own trousers which had become uncomfortably tight. Yes, Dad’s erection had grown and grown during the beating.
“Mmmm, that was just what you needed, I think Johnny. Your attitude to your mother must improve. As must your behaviour in general! I think another caning next Sunday to drive the lesson home. Perhaps a dozen?”
“Oh, Dad. Yes, thank you Dad!”
“I shouldn’t tell you this, Johnny. But after a hard caning, I always had to have a good, long wank. It seemed to help. Run along now!”
Story © 2012 by Rod Cayenne.
Erotica by Rod Cayenne
Graphic by Shaun – Creative Commons 3.0 Attribution
“Fucky, Fucky, Neil?”
I smiled and shook my head. “Let’s have a look at the calendar, shall we, Yasuko?”
Every Friday on the kitchen calendar was marked with a letter, either F or S. It alternated between the two. The F Fridays stood for Fucky, while the S Fridays stood for Spanky. Of course, there were often Fucky, Fucky days during the week, but Spanky, Spanky days did tend to be confined to alternate Fridays.
It so happened that this Friday was a Spanky, Spanky day.
I pointed at the bold S on the calendar. Yasuko’s face fell. “Spanky, Spanky!” I informed her, gleefully! She obviously wanted some Fucky, Fucky but we had a rule that on Fridays it was either one or the other, never both.
She looked upset as I picked up my blue leather-bound notebook. I turned to the page covering faults observed during the last fortnight. I sighed and tutted as I read some of the faults aloud:
“Overspending, gossip, masturbation.”
Yasuko blushed and tried to look innocent. It was wasted on me. It had to be a hard Spanky, Spanky today. “It has to be a hard ‘Spanky, Spanky’ today!” I informed her. “Fetch the cane!”
I didn’t use the cane much. Often a hard hand spanking or a session with my reddish brown leather spanking strap sufficed. But not today! Today I was feeling particularly sadistic and unforgiving. The cheeks of my girlfriend would have to be beaten soundly by my faithful rattan rod. It never, ever let me down.
“I said fetch the cane, Yasuko!” There was a certain reluctance on her part. That only confirmed to me that I had made the right choice in selecting the cane. “Jump to it!” I ordered.
She returned looking sullen, holding the beautiful rod of correction in her sweet, manicured hands. It was kept in a drawer of a dresser in our living room. I oiled it regularly, to keep it supple and painful.
“OK, upstairs, and get ready for me! No nonsense!” Of course, there never was any nonsense when it was a day that I selected the cane. No nonsense, just tears and pleading usually.
I climbed the stairs to our bedroom. She was ready. Submissively on all fours on the bed, with just her lace knickers on. My oriental beauty! I lowered her knickers and could smell a gamey, turned-on aroma. Her dimpled arsecheeks seemed to beckon to my cane. But first I ran my hard hands across her beautiful skin. I couldn’t resist probing and teasing her neatly-trimmed cunt and her arse with my fingers. Something was telling me to rim her rose, and I duly did so, tucking my crook-handled companion under my arm as I did so. Joyously, my tongue found a heavenly home for a minute or two. She writhed and thrust her arse in my face. Oh yes! Such depravity would mean extra strokes of the cane for her. If only she knew! She would find out soon enough…
I slashed the cane down on her cheeks. She cried with pain as the correction hit home. Oh yes! Utterly sublime! Every day I thanked my lucky stars that I had hooked this oriental treasure. She worshiped her western man and took her punishment when it was due. And it was due now. Sadistically, figures were running through my head. Six wouldn’t be enough, twelve neither. Eighteen, twenty, twenty-four? Cry for me, my oriental queen! Cry and sob as my cane bites and stings. Cry with pain and cry with pleasure!
My penis was also playing games. It stiffened and ached. It throbbed and begged for release, just like my oriental beauty. For once, I felt some Fucky, Fucky would be appropriate on a Spanky, Spanky day. It could even be the start of a regular new arrangement…
Story © 2012 by Rod Cayenne
Graphic by Shaun – Creative Commons 3.0 Attribution
Explicit adult fiction by Rod Cayenne
The story so far: Uncle is a silver-haired policeman facing retirement. His disciplinary cane is back in use. His 19-year-old nephew, Gordon, is staying with him for a fortnight, with the aim of curbing excessive masturbation.
Part 1 is here
Part 2 is here
Part 3 is here
Part 4 is here
Part 5 is here
Part 6 is here
Part 7 is here
And now read on for Part 8!
Uncle and Sarge stood in the front room, looking at Gordon slumped asleep on the sofa. “What a dozy lad!” said Sarge. “He could use a bit of a wake-up call!”
In truth, it was an exceptionally hot Saturday afternoon in what had been a dismal summer. It was no wonder Gordon had nodded off. He was a sound sleeper, but soon he would be facing a sound caning! Both men were in their police uniforms and both held a crook-handled cane.
“How are we going to play this then?” asked Sarge.
“Well, I thought maybe we’d cane him at the same time. One of us on the left of him, and one on the right. We’ll alternate strokes. That way, he should get a uniform thrashing. If you’ll excuse the pun!”
“Very good! Looks like he’s stirring a bit. Or maybe not. He looks a bit older than nineteen. We’re caning him bare bottom?”
“Yes of course, it’s got to be that way. Adds to the humiliation. What about handcuffs? Shall we?”
“Oh yes! That would be fun. We’ll beat him police black and police blue to match, shall we?”
“Mmmm, indeed. Glad to see you’re getting into the spirit of things.”
“And I can stay the night?”
“Yes, of course. Although I’m not sure how to organise the sleeping arrangements. Do you want to sleep with Gordon or me or both of us?”
“I suppose a fuck’s out of the question?”
“Well, it is with me. I doubt Gordon will be up for it either as his bottom’s going to be sore as hell. We could have a jolly good wank together though, if you like. Gordon might be up for it as well. Is that what they call a circle jerk?”
“Well, I think you’d probably need more than just the three of us for one of those. But a trio could be fun. Or just the two of us. How are we going to wake him up then?”
“How about I stand by the sofa and cane the top of it? That’ll wake him up and then he’ll see you in your sexy uniform and with a cane in your hand.”
“I like it. I like it a lot!”
It worked a treat! The cane landed on the sofa with a resounding CRACK! Gordon leapt up, startled. Both policemen laughed like mad. Gordon walked over to Sarge and shook his hand, saying, “I’m Gordon, well-known naughty boy and evil masturbator!”
“Let’s get down to it, Gordon! We are going to cane you now. Six strokes each, simultaneously. I will be on the left hand side, and Sarge will be on the right.”
“Cool, thanks Uncle. I’ve been looking forward to it.”
Was he joking? Had he turned into a secret spanko overnight? The boy was full of surprises today.
“Not as much as I have, boy!” said Sarge, bending him over the coffee table. Sarge then took down the lad’s jeans and underpants. An unmarked bottom was clearly displayed. Sarge gave it a quick SMACK! Suddenly, Uncle grabbed Gordon’s arms and snapped on the handcuffs!
“Shit!” exclaimed Gordon.
“WATCH YOUR MOUTH!” warned Sarge. The two policemen took up position behind Gordon, the double beating was about to commence!
“Aargh!” cried Gordon as the left and right canes thrashed his arse.
“OWWW!” It was a double-whammy alright!
“Oooh!” The canes hit home.
“Ow, ow, OW!” The heat and pain from the double strokes was immense.
“OOOH! No more please, Uncle! Sarge!”
“Right, get up Gordon! That’s all for now,” explained Uncle, “but there will be more later or in the morning. Sarge will be staying overnight as your guest. Is that clear?”
Well, it wasn’t really clear at all, but Gordon had no choice but to play along, “Yes, of course, Uncle.” Sarge unlocked the handcuffs.
“Right, come here!” Sarge instructed Gordon. Sarge slapped Gordon’s face, saying, “That’s for the foul language!”
Uncle started barking orders next, “Gordon, take all your clothes off. Take both canes and go and wait for us in my bed.”
Gordon left the room feeling subdued, with a sore bottom and wounded pride. In fact, everything was just as it should be! He closed the door. Sarge and Uncle spent a few minutes of quality time on the sofa, kissing and cuddling.
“Right, let’s go and see him then,” said Uncle.
story © 2012 by Rod Cayenne