Who’s at home masturbating? Who’s at home looking at porn? Who’s hoping to get caught? Will your underwear be pulled down roughly, so that a thrashing may be applied? Cane, slipper or strap? You know very well that there’s something you should be doing. The garden. Some decorating. Giving the dog another walk. Your college work. But the lure of the filth on the net is too strong. You are playing a dangerous game. It’ll end in tears. Naughty, naughty! Ouch!
Text © Rod Cayenne, 2012
Erotic fiction by Rod Cayenne, repeated from 2011. Adults only! This is the final part of the story, for now at least!
Roxy, the girl from the fetish sex shop, had enjoyed watching PC Tim caning his friend Charles.
She was turned on, in short. Looking around the room, she had seen the “Bum Chum” leather strap. She insisted on using it on both Tim and Charles.
Charles had felt it before of course, courtesy of his policeman friend. But Tim hadn’t been thrashed for a long time and frankly found the strapping very hard to take. With each blow, Roxy’s glee was apparent. She shouted at Tim that he was a wimp and a girl, as the “Bum Chum” leather strap thrashed down.
Afterwards the three of them were lying naked in Tim’s double bed. Tim and Charles had been telling Roxy about how the thrashing of Ben for speeding had led to all sorts of sexy and disciplinary games, especially with Superintendent Sara Llewelyn.
“I can’t believe I have fallen in with such a bunch of perverts,” she laughed.
“That’s good coming from a sex worker!” PC Johnson replied jokingly.
“I’d like to meet Sara,” said Roxy, thoughtfully. “Do you think she’d take the cane from me?”
“Unlikely, I’d say,” said PC Johnson. “She’s pretty dom. Like so many of my colleagues! What do you think, Charles?”
“Hard to say. She’s full of surprises. I think she and Ben have become quite close. I think you should ask her Tim. If it’s a yes, I’d like to be in the audience!”
“Mmmmm, me too. I must say, I’d like to see her taken down a peg or two. Or a stripe or two. I’ll ask her tonight. Oh yes, I’d certainly like to watch as well…”
“Well if you can arrange it, of course you two pervs can watch. No wanking though!”
And so it was that Roxy and Sara got to meet. Sara had been intrigued when Tim told her about Roxy’s wish. Sara had drawn the line at having an audience though. Especially when one of them was from the junior ranks. At least the two guys could have a wank together…
Roxy gazed into Sara’s eyes.
“So Sara, I hear you have been getting your kicks from caning Ben and Charles. Abusing your position of trust and duty of care. Screwing around as well. Well, I am here to correct your behaviour. You will remove your uniform now!”
Soon Sara was stripped to her bra and panties.
She was unaccustomed to being ordered around, but it felt good to abandon control.
“Bend over!” Roxy ordered. Sara did as she was told only to find Roxy’s hands immediately groping her bottom. Roxy rubbed the cheeks gently for a while, then vigorously, and then delivered a resounding SLAP!
“What a naughty girl you’ve been Sara. I do believe you have been trifling with my friend Tim. That’s PC Johnson to you, of course! And then you have been hanging around with that creepy Charles! And beating his stepson! I think we’ll start with twelve of the best, don’t you?”
“Yes, Roxy. I deserve it”.
“Yes, you certainly do.”
Roxy picked up the cane. It was a beauty. With a beastly bite. She swished it around. The sound was thrilling. She put the cane down and started to strip off her own clothes until she too was just in bra and panties.
“Exceptionally bad behaviour, I’d say. Twelve very hard strokes. On a naked bottom. Get those knickers down for me!”
Once again, Roxy’s wandering hands massaged the bottom on offer to her. Her fingers strayed towards Sara’s arsehole.
“I hear your fingers have been inserted into Ben’s rectum. I think that may require additional punishment from my cane.”
“Yes, Roxy. I shouldn’t have done it, of course.”
“Of course you shouldn’t have! Don’t you think the poor boy was humiliated enough by having his arse thrashed by three different adults?”
“He’s hardly a boy. He’s 23 and all man!”
“And what do you mean by that, Sara?”
“I’ll give you nothing!”
And with that the cane swept down with a SWISH CRACK!
Sara had never been on the receiving end before. It was hell!
Roxy was enjoying this. Sara was not. She couldn’t understand how some people were turned on by being caned. She felt sick.
The caning was relentless. Her arse throbbed and throbbed. The sting was unbearable.
“Arrrgh. No more!”
“Shut up you cruel bitch!” Roxy admonished with a certain hypocrisy.
“Aaaarrrggh. PLEASE! No more!”
SWISH CRACK! SWISH CRACK!
Sara was sobbing and howling. She’d had no idea how much the cane could hurt. She felt guilty about the way she had abused Ben.
“I’m so sorry Roxy. I’ll never lay another finger on Ben.”
“And what about Charles and Tim? They are not your playthings any more either. Do I make myself clear?”
“And this anal fingering business is just disgusting. Whatever were you thinking of?”
“Oh that’s nothing. I think guys enjoy that sort of thing”.
“Well, let’s see if you enjoy that sort of thing, shall we?”
With that, Roxy wiped her finger on Sara’s moist cunt. Roxy then shoved her finger up Sara’s arsehole. Sara was suspiciously quiet. It felt good. It felt even better as Roxy moved her finger around and around and in and out!
“Six more with the cane!” Roxy announced suddenly. Somehow that would feel less good…
Story © Rod Cayenne, 2011
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One of the beauties of being an art teacher is having an eye for detail. To recognise each brush or pen stroke of a particular artist is an incredible gift. Mrs Parkinson was a teacher at the local technical college and possessed just such a gift. Her grasp of every nuance of the old masters was almost peerless. She also fancied herself as a handwriting expert.
One rainy Tuesday she was quite unprepared for the weather. Fortunately, a knackered bus from the local operator was approaching, so she flagged it down and was grateful to board it and escape the rain. As a rule, she never used the bus, but the deluge that day had broken her resolve. The grimy, dimly lit interior of the bus was quite depressing, and Mrs Parkinson’s gaze fell on some graffiti on the back of the seat facing her. She was outraged to see, in thick black marker, ‘Anja Parkinson Good In Bed’ inscribed for all to see. Anja was her nineteen-year-old daughter. What really upset her was when she recognised the boastful writing as not being from some local stud, but in her daughter’s own handwriting!
As the day wore on, Mrs Parkinson seethed and fumed. Whatever had possessed her daughter to write such a bold and fearless self-advertisement? If only the girl’s father was still around! He, however, had headed back for Holland several years ago, tempted no doubt by free love and the herbal smoke of the cafes. Teaching that Tuesday, and encouraging her pupils was proving difficult. All she could think about was her daughter and the slutty graffiti.
Walking home after a stressful day, a plan began to form in the teacher’s mind. She felt sure that a good thrashing would be just what Anja needed to bring her to her senses. Her husband had been against corporal punishment, but he was gone, and he didn’t understand the English disciplinary traditions. Mrs Parkinson did, however, and she felt sure that somewhere in the loft back at home she would find her late father’s punishment cane. She decided to retrieve the cane and confront Anja. However, it would have to keep until the weekend as a trip into the loft was a major undertaking.
The rest of the week was awkward. Anja could sense that something was on her mother’s mind but she gave it only momentary thought. Mrs Parkinson was getting quite tetchy, aggravated by a lack of sleep as the enormity of her daughter’s actions kept her awake.
Eventually, Saturday came. Mrs Parkinson told her daughter she would be going into the loft in a few minutes, and asked if there was anything she wanted retrieved.
“No, I don’t think so, thanks Mum. But I’m sure you’ll find something interesting in there. You usually do. Surprise me!”
“Oh, I’ll do that alright, my girl!” Mum muttered to herself as she clambered up the rickety ladder into the loft. The heat was intense as the rain earlier in the week had been supplanted by a most un-British heatwave. Mrs Parkinson sweated heavily as she moved chests and boxes around as she looked for her father’s carved wooden trunk. If memory served her well, his knobbly punishment cane was stashed inside, along with curios from his seafaring days.
Then she found it! She swung the heavy lid back, and was greeted by the smell of camphor. The cane was near the top, but the allure of her father’s memorabilia meant a good browse was irresistible, despite the sweltering heat. Eventually, thirst got the better of her, so she took the cane and closed the wooden trunk.
Anja was indeed surprised to see her mother emerge with the cane tucked under her arm. She couldn’t help but ask her mother what the item was.
“It’s my father’s old punishment cane. He used it a lot on my brothers. He would beat them regularly. I only caught it a few times, when I’d been really, really bad.”
“Looks vicious. I bet it hurt. Thank goodness those days have gone.”
“They’re fading fast, Anja, but they haven’t gone completely. The cane is a wonderful corrector of wickedness, even now. There’s something you and I need to talk about.”
“There is?” asked Anja, shuffling nervously.
“Yes, there is. Come and sit here, while I tell you more.”
“OK, Mum. If you insist.”
“Yes, I do. In fact, you could say I feel quite insistent. Let me tell you why. Last Tuesday, the rain was so bad that I hopped on one of those green buses.”
“That’s not like you, Mum.”
“I know, I know. Anyway, I found some graffiti I didn’t much care for on that bus. It said ‘Anja Parkinson Good In Bed’. In your handwriting, I believe!”
“Well, at least say you’re sorry my girl!”
“Mum, Mum. I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am. There was only the one bus. And the male toilets at college.”
“WHAT? At my technical college?”
“Err, yes. It was a joke, really.”
“No, I don’t think so. It was a joke, like I said.”
“Bah! At my college, too! I bet I’ve been the laughing stock for a while. Well?”
“Oh Mum! What can I say to make things right?”
“Well, Anja! How about this? ‘Mum, I’m sorry, perhaps you should give me a good thrashing with your father’s cane?’ How does that sound?”
“Oh Mum, no, please!”
“No, Anja. It’s just what you need and deserve. My week has been ruined. I’m not sure I can show my face in college again after this new bombshell.”
“Mum, it’s my reputation, not yours. I’m sorry, really I am. I’ll take that caning, if it’ll make you feel better.”
“I know you will. I’ve already decided. And since your graffiti implied you would drop your knickers for all and sundry, then you can drop them for the cane!”
“And if I hear you say that again, I’ll double the dose.”
“Right! Skirt up, knickers down! Bend over this chair! Hurry up. Mum’s not happy!”
Nothing had prepared Anja for what was to come. Mum’s unhappiness was revealed by the first cane strokes which sliced down viciously on Anja’s pale bottom. The girl squealed with shock as the sting burnt deeply.
Rapidly, further strokes followed. Anja’s bottom was used to being pampered by her many attentive boyfriends, but now it was being battered by that wicked cane. It cut and beat down without forgiveness. Again and again Mrs Parkinson whipped the knobbly cane down. Again and again Anja squealed. At first, it was with pain and humiliation, but as the beating continued something else was creeping in! Simultaneously she felt a delightful lightness and a darker wickedness. Yes, the girl was deriving some pleasure from the intense sting and burn of her grandfather’s cane! It was heaven; it was hell. It was good in bed, but it was even better being bent over for the cane!
All characters appearing in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Story © 2013 by Rod Cayenne
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“Well Mum, you said it was almost impossible to get you anything. What do you get the woman who’s got everything?”
“Yes, I did say something like that didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did. And then I remembered you saying something a while back along the lines of you’d like to hold a cane again, just once to remind yourself how powerful it made you feel.”
“Well, yes I may have done. It certainly takes me back. I feel just like Head Girl again,” Mum said grinning and swishing the beautiful crook-handled cane through the air.
“You like it then?”
“Oh yes, Carol darling! It certainly takes me back, it certainly does.”
“Did you use the cane much, Mum?”
“Oh yes! It was expected, encouraged. I was a bit of a beast, really. I feel a little guilty about it now. It wouldn’t be allowed now, would it?”
“No, certainly not. Anyway, is it a good one?”
“Yes, I’d say so. Let’s try it on this cushion, shall we?”
Swish-CRACK! Swish-CRACK! Swish-CRACK! Swish-CRACK! Swish-CRACK! Swish-CRACK!
“There we are! Six of the best. Very impressive. Thank you darling.”
Mother and daughter kissed.
“You’re welcome Mum. I had to buy it from an online sex shop.”
“Really, do people find it sexy?”
“Well someone must, otherwise they wouldn’t sell any, would they?”
“I remember being on the receiving end too. Phew, it burns like fire.”
“Really? It seems so thin and inoffensive.”
“Yes, but it’s whippy as you’ve seen and bites like a snake. Not that I’ve been bitten by a snake, of course. Not at all sexy, anyway.”
“So Mum, one thing has always puzzled me. You used the cane at school, but you didn’t believe in it at home?”
“No. Your father and I argued about it, but I was adamant. No cane in our house. Although I regretted that a bit when Penny went off her head.”
“Yes, that was difficult. To this day, I don’t know where she got them from.”
“I do Mum. It was me. I’ve always felt very, very guilty about it.”
“YOU? Oh no, no, no!”
“Yes, sorry Mum. Still Penny’s turned out fine hasn’t she? All those dressage awards!”
“No thanks to you!”
“Well, frankly I’m very disappointed with you. Very. If I’d found that out at the time, I probably would have got a cane!”
“Really? I had a lucky escape there then!”
“You’re not happy with me now are you, Mum?”
“No I’m not! I think you’d better leave, before I say something I might regret later.”
“What, like ‘Bend over’?”
“No, that’s not what I was thinking of at all, but it’s not a bad idea.”
“Really, Mum? If it would help, I’d do it.”
“No. Don’t tempt me. Wait! Yes, let’s do it!”
Carol was a bit shocked that her mother had suddenly expressed a wish to cane her. This hadn’t been in her plans when she bought that jokey present. She was a bit old for the cane, too.
“Seriously, Mum? Don’t you think I’m a bit old for it? I’m twenty-nine, remember.”
By this time, Carol’s mother had pulled a dining chair into the middle of the room. She obviously wasn’t joking.
“Shut up Carol! Of course you’re not too old. Now bend yourself over this chair. We’ll start with a traditional six of the best. Like that cushion just had!”
“Oh, Mum!” exclaimed Carol, remembering what a sound thrashing the cushion had taken. Indeed, dust from the cushion was still in the air, and visible in the streams of sunshine coming through the window.
“You can keep your skirt and knickers on if you behave yourself, although the skirt will be raised out of the way.”
“Six of the best, then.”
Swish-Crack! Mum wasted no time slashing the first stroke down on her daughter’s pert knickered bottom.
“AARGH!” Carol cried, leaping up and clutching her bottom. She massaged her cheeks frantically.
“Just what do you think you’re doing, Carol? You’re meant to stay in position. Really, the girls at school were so much better behaved.”
“Well they were probably used to it!” Carol exclaimed, still rubbing her bottom frantically.
“Carol, I suggest you bend over again, right now, unless you want me to repeat the stroke!”
Filled with horror at the suggestion of an extra penalty stroke, Carol bent over submissively for her mother, somewhat embarrassed by events. Mum flexed the cane, eyeing the temptation before her. Carol’s bottom was more womanly than pert, offering an ample and very punishable target. Mum prepared herself for the next stroke, telling herself that there was no point in holding back! After all, this was likely to be the one and only time the cane would be employed for its designated use.
Swish-Crack! The second stroke landed on Carol’s white lacy knickers. The daughter gasped, and her face flushed. This was quite an experience, one she thought she would never have.
Swish-Crack! The cane landed again, causing Carol to squeal, much to her mother’s satisfaction.
CRACK! A heavy, brutal stroke crashed onto Carol’s bottom. She leapt up again! Her mother frowned as she watched Carol rubbing her bottom.
“That’s cheating, my girl! No-one dared to rub their bottom in my study at school. Get your knickers down, hurry up! Bend over again! And an extra stroke for getting up!”
Swish-Crack! Swish-Crack! Mum was getting into her stride. Her daughters naked, striped bottom was a delightful sight. It seemed to encourage and beckon the whippy stick.
Indeed, the cane lashed down again, causing a very vocal shriek.
“I’m not sure I’ve forgiven you properly yet! Stay down for two more!”
CRACK!CRACK! On and on it went, two more each time. Mum’s taste for caning had been rekindled. Carol just felt sore and stupid, wriggling as the cane lashed her bum.
A few days later, Mum was over at her other daughter’s home. Mother and daughter were sat on the rattan sofa in the conservatory, enjoying a Pimms in the spring sunshine.
“Mum, I heard about Carol’s caning.”
“Oh, you did, did you? Well, let me tell you Penny, she deserved every one of those strokes.”
“But Mum, there were over twenty, I’m told. That was a bit harsh. Especially as it was me who was caught with the drugs.”
“Being caught was your own stupid fault. You took your punishment.”
“Yes, Mum. But Community Service hardly compares with what you gave Carol the other day.”
“Maybe not, but I don’t believe in punishing twice for the same thing. You don’t want the cane do you?”
“Yes, I do actually. Have you got it with you?”
“No, of course not. I’m not going to keep it in the car, now am I? Now who’s being stupid? It’s hidden in the bedroom where your father and I can keep an eye on it. We don’t want Carol breaking it.”
“OK Mum. I do deserve a good whipping, though. I thought you might not have the cane with you, so I thought we could use one of my riding crops instead. Let’s go into the living room, I’ve left my favourite crop in there.”
Story © 2013 by Rod Cayenne
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Hot adult fiction by guest author David Stewart
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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
Erotica by your host, Rod Cayenne.
Jane headed for her Aunt Judy’s with some trepidation as well as excitement. Today was Friday, the day reserved for her ‘top-up’ canings. Aunt Judy had promised her a surprise today. Whatever could it be? Jane thought about it all the way home from work. What could it be? A new cane? A new spanking strap?
As she turned the corner into the short road where her Aunt lived, she stopped in her tracks. Surely it couldn’t be? It was the old green car belonging to her mother. Surely she wasn’t visiting on caning day?
Her mother opened the door. Jane fell into her arms “Oh Mummy!” and burst into tears. “I’ve missed you. You wouldn’t believe…”
“There, there, Jane. Judy has told me all about it. I fully support her. I’m glad you have worked things out!”
“Oh Mummy, it’s terrible! It hurts so!”
“Nonsense, it can’t be that bad. Judy gave me a couple of strokes earlier, just so I’d know what it’s like. I never had it at school, you know. I was always a good girl. Even when I was in my twenties, just like you are now! I’m disappointed that you’ve needed and deserved it, though. I suppose with the crowd you fell in with at home, I shouldn’t be surprised.”
“It’s no good you oh mumming me, my girl. Bend over the stool like a good girl.”
Jane duly bent over. Her mother flicked up the skirt of Jane’s waitress uniform and pulled the skimpy knickers down.
“Oh!” said Jane, almost surprised that her mother had exposed her so.
“Judy will do the honours while I watch. We’ve agreed it will just be a dozen. After all, I don’t want to be upset!”
“You don’t want to be upset? What about me? Doesn’t it matter that I’ll be upset?”
“Not really, Jane. You need keeping in line and Judy is just the lady for it!”
“Did I hear my name?” said Aunt Judy as she entered the room. “Aha, thank you for preparing her for me, Linda.”
“My pleasure. I think I’m going to enjoy the show!” she laughed sadistically.
“Oops. I’ve left the cane in the bedroom, Linda. Be a love and go and fetch it for me please.”
Linda went upstairs and found the cane lying on the bed where a couple of hard strokes had been dispensed earlier. Linda’s bottom was still hurting from the strokes, although she felt curiously aroused and was looking forward to seeing her daughter on the receiving end. The cane seemed so light and so beautiful in her hands. It was an object of great beauty. As she sat down on the bed she remembered her own sore bottom, and she reflected that the cane was an object of great cruelty, too. Oh yes, this cane was really, really special.
“Are you alright up there?” Aunt Judy shouted.
“Yes, yes, just coming,” replied Linda jumping up, with some excitement.
Soon the first stroke of the caning was whistling down on Jane’s beautiful naked cheeks. Jane was already upset and humiliated before the stroke landed. She had determined that she would remain stoic and silent. Such determination evaporated as the cane hit. An angry grunt escaped involuntarily, followed by a loud “AAARGH!” as the second stroke hit home.
Linda winced at the pain her daughter was experiencing. Perhaps this wasn’t going to be the thrill she imagined. But as the third, fourth and fifth strokes landed, Linda found her arousal returning and her compassion disappearing. The sixth stroke was accompanied by a muffled sob from Jane.
“Half way now, Jane. Are you OK?”
“Yes mum. I’m OK.”
WHAACK! An extra hard stroke soon had Jane regretting her bravado. Strokes seven and eight followed rapidly. Linda squirmed in her seat. She had a good vantage point, as she could see her daughter’s rapidly reddening buttocks prominently displayed before her on the spanking stool. What a sight!
The ninth stroke whistled down accompanied by a grunt from Aunt Judy and a weary sigh from Jane. Judy paused for a moment or two and flexed the cane with relish. Two beautiful bottoms had felt its stinging caress today. It was a day to remember indeed!
Strokes ten and eleven followed with Jane vocalising her displeasure. The final stroke was due, and as had been secretly agreed earlier Aunt Judy passed the cane to Linda who sliced it down inaccurately causing Jane to cry out loudly. “Surprise, surprise!” laughed her mother. Judy joined in the joke too. Linda laughed a little more and then added, “A jolly good show. I’ll definitely be getting one of these for home. Are they expensive, Judy?”
“Oh no. Not really. Not when you compare them to something like a TV license, as the quality of the shows is far superior! Even the repeats are good!”
Story © 2012 by Rod Cayenne
Erotic fiction by your host Rod Cayenne
“Ah Jane, how was work?”
“Not bad Auntie.”
“Kitty’s new cane has arrived I hear.”
“Really? She didn’t mention it to me. I was expecting her to want to use it straight away.”
“Well she does. She’s coming here later to christen it. I will be watching, of course.”
“Oh no, what have I done to deserve this?”
“Nothing really, that’s half the fun.”
“It’s so unfair, Auntie. Anyway, what’s the other half of the fun?”
“Ha, there isn’t any really! I had thought about inviting Frank over too. You’ll be pleased to hear that I decided against that though. His feelings towards caning and your discipline in particular are less than clear to me.”
“Have you tried asking him?”
“Well, it’s been discussed in passing.”
“I just wondered, you see…”
“You wondered what exactly, Jane?”
“I wondered whether perhaps he had a taste for being on the receiving end too?”
“Jane! Why, the very suggestion! He’s all man, I can tell you!”
“It’s not really a question of manliness. It’s just a feeling I’ve got. Female intuition, perhaps. What has he said to you about the cane, then?”
“Well, not a lot. As I said his feelings aren’t clear to me. I know he likes to watch your canings. They are quite sexy affairs after all. But he feels guilty afterwards. I also know he used to get the cane a lot at school.”
“Really, at grammar school?”
“No, I think it was just an ordinary school. The headmaster was quite strict, I believe and Frank was always getting in trouble. So much so that his mother acquired a cane too.”
“Aha! So, he’s no stranger to female discipline, then?”
“And what about Kitty. She has obviously got good technique. Where did that come from?”
“She was a prefect at an all-girl boarding school. Quite a posh one, I think. She was a bit of an underachiever after leaving. Running a restaurant when her friends went into banking, finance and universities.”
“What about her husband, what happened to him?”
“He ran off! Although I believe she used to discipline him. Just something she let slip the other day. Don’t tell! Anyway, he ran off with another man…”
“No! Gosh, poor Kitty. It’s no wonder she comes across as so frustrated. I won’t tell, anyway.”
“No, you’d better not! Are you sure you’re not the cause of the frustration? Oh, that sounds like her car on the drive now. Let her in while I put the kettle on.”
Indeed, it was Kitty. She was dressed formally in a business suit and carrying her cane. In broad daylight!
“Ah, Jane. Thanks for letting me in. I suppose Judy has told you why I’m here.”
“Well, even if she hadn’t, that cane is a bit of a giveaway.”
“Don’t be cheeky, my girl! If you know what’s good for you, you’ll show some respect.” She waved the cane menacingly. “I’m just dying to give this new cane a thorough workout.”
“But I’ve had a good week at work! This just isn’t fair!”
“Yes it is fair, Jane. You are to be punished for the bad weeks in the past. To remind you not to let them happen again. My standards are high, and you need to be reminded of that!”
“Twenty strokes should do!” said Aunt Judy, encouraging her friend’s sadism. “Get undressed!”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!CRACK! CRACK!
Six strokes lashed down on Jane’s bare bottom. Jane had grown used to the pain and pleasure of the cane over the weeks since she moved in with her Aunt Judy. Jane was thus able to take the hard strokes with something approaching complete silence. This however, was annoying both Kitty and Judy.
“She’s not feeling it, Kitty. You know what to do.”
Indeed, Kitty did know what to do. The next strokes would have to be harder and merciless.
A couple of hard strokes, accompanied by a grunt from Kitty, and the first sounds of discomfort from Jane.
CRACK! CRACK!CRACK! CRACK!CRACK! CRACK!
The cane lashed down with fervour and enthusiasm. Jane was sobbing gently by now, with pleasure as well as with pain.
CRACK! CRACK!CRACK! CRACK!CRACK! CRACK!
It was over. It had been harsh but a real pleasure. Jane was crying gentle tears.
“Good girl,” Kitty spoke. “How about six with the leather paddle to finish off?”
Meanwhile back in his lonely bachelor pad, Frank was thinking fondly about Judy. It was love again, really. Yet how could she possibly be so beastly towards her niece? All the same, those canings were strangely erotic. He enjoyed watching Jane’s bottom turn from pale to red in the space of a few harsh strokes. He usually felt guilty about watching, but his rock hard erections betrayed other feelings, too. Judy was a natural disciplinarian. It was a side to her that he hadn’t seen during their earlier relationship. He was minded to ask Judy to give him a jolly good thrashing. He wanted her badly, but he wanted a caning even more.
Story © 2012 by Rod Cayenne
Erotic fiction by Rod Cayenne
“Jane I want a word with you,” said Kitty to her employee. “Upstairs in the office. Hurry up girl!”
Jane climbed the stairs with dread. Surely Kitty hadn’t acquired a cane already? She was relieved when Kitty informed her that this was not the case.
“However, I have brought this wooden spoon from the kitchens. Maybe this will help as a top-up until my canes arrive,” Kitty waved the spoon under the nose of a dejected-looking Jane.
“But don’t you think I’ve improved Kitty? I’ve had some compliments from diners this week.”
“Well that’s true. Maybe just six with this for today. I promised Judy I would give you a reminder.”
My aunt is a real bitch at times, thought Jane to herself. In fact Jane thought of some other words too.
“Now you can keep your uniform on, but please lower your knickers for me. That’s it, now bend over this chair.”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Kitty was a devil with the spoon just as she had been with the cane.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“OWW!” said Jane rubbing her bottom with both hands. “I hope you’re not going to use that spoon in the kitchens again, Kitty!”
“Why ever not, isn’t your bottom clean, you cheeky girl? Maybe in future I’ll wash your bottom before your discipline! Would you like that?”
“Umm, no, no, not really.”
“I thought not. Anyway, the spoon can go in the dishwasher. I won’t be needing it again as your cane is arriving soon.”
Jane was dismayed to hear it referred to as being “her” cane.
“She hit you with a wooden spoon from the kitchens? Eeewww! Remind me not to dine at Kitty’s for a while, Frank dearest, won’t you?” said Aunt Judy. “Did it hurt?”
“Oooh, yes Aunty, I’ll say!”
“Show Frank the marks while I put the kettle on.”
Oh, the humiliation! It seemed like everyone wanted to embarrass Jane today! She flipped up her skirt and lowered her knickers. She thrust her bottom towards Frank.
“Oh yes, I can see marks Jude,” he called out so that Aunt Judy could hear.
“Feel them then, Frank,” she called back.
It was the sort of invitation you didn’t get every day! Still bending, Jane had her bottom felt by Frank. He tried to be gentlemanly at first, but then dismissed the notion as absurd! After all, here he was feeling the buttocks of a sexy 23-year old. He stroked the buttocks and the angry red marks the spoon had left. His hands were rough against the smooth cheeks. He stared at more intimate areas but didn’t dare touch, although he was sorely tempted. That would keep, he told himself.
“I recommend twenty strokes with the cane, Judy,” he suddenly announced. “She can take it, these marks aren’t too bad!”
“Whaaat?” said Jane. “Oh no, that’s too many.”
“Oh no it’s not,” said Judy strolling back into the room with a cup of tea.
“Frank, run along upstairs and fetch me both the canes. Good boy.”
Once again Jane reflected on the way Aunt Judy addressed Frank, who was hardly what you’d call a boy. Jane felt sure that Aunt Judy may have been caning him lately. She wasn’t sure how she reached this idea, but she was convinced.
Frank returned with the two canes and the leather spanking paddle.
“And which cane do you recommend Frank?”
“Oh I’d say the older one. Has a nasty sting to wake up naughty girls like Jane here.”
“Yes, indeed a good choice. You will stay and watch.”
“Well, I don’t know.”
“Frank, that was an order not an invitation! You will sit here where you can watch Jane’s beating in progress. Try to enjoy it!”
Secretly, Frank knew that of course he would enjoy it. Last week’s caning had formed the background to many happy hours of masturbation since.
“Strip off, Jane!”
“Yes, everything,” said Judy impatiently.
“Maybe you should start with six of the paddle,” Frank added.
“No, let’s not be cruel, Frank. Twenty cane strokes should be sufficient. Now let me feel those marks, Jane.”
Jane’s arse was receiving the attention of a third person that day! Gently Judy felt the cheeks. The marks were prominent. Judy had no reservations about feeling all around. It felt good to have that power.
“Actually, Frank. I think you may be right after all. Six with the strap to start with.”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“AARGGGH” Gentle tears formed in Jane’s eyes. This was all too much. Perhaps she should go home to mum? There were now three sadists running her life on the coast!
“Now then Jane. Twenty with the cane. Extra hard I think, don’t you Frank?”
“Err, yes,” he replied sheepishly, although his rock-hard erection was rather more confident about Judy’s proposal.
“Extra hard, Jane,” Judy laughed.
“Yes, Auntie, I suppose I deserve it,” Jane replied, for she too was turned on. The pain of the strapping had been intense, but the cane was always a bitter-sweet pleasure.
“They will be hard and fast, so brace yourself.”
Jane hung on to the arm sofa, offering her bottom up for punishment and in complete submission.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Jane sobbed quietly. She couldn’t hold back the tears like she usually managed to.
Aunt Judy paused to feel the cheeks and the wicked cane weals. They felt nice, and she took some time massaging the girl’s bottom. She played with it, teased it and poked it. Jane wished her aunt would stop as an orgasm was not far off. Far less embarrassing to have it as the result of cane strokes than this!
“I like your bottom very much, Jane,” said Aunt Judy playfully. “I like to think of it as my friend and plaything. The next ten strokes will be with the new cane. To teach you a hard lesson, my girl.”
Jane was just wondering what she’d done to deserve all this. After all, she’d had a better week at work.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Jane’s tears trickled down her face. She was broken again.
“How was that Frank?”
“Just right, I’d say, Judy. I think Jane will be trying harder at work. If she loses the job of course, I might be able to get her into the Post Office, at a pinch.”
Jane looked mortified at the suggestion.
Frank excused himself. He had to go home and masturbate, after all…
Story © 2011 by Rod Cayenne.