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Hot short fiction by brand new special guest author Ian Squire. This story is currently exclusive to The Canery! All the characters are aged 18 or over.Paul and Kim were lodgers in my house. They had the top half of it, with a bedroom and bathroom suite attached. Paul was 28 and Kim was 25. They could come and go as they wished as long as they kept the place clean and tidy and stayed in their part of the house.
I went away on one Saturday and came back Sunday at about 1pm in the afternoon. What I saw when entering was a shock to me. It was obvious they had thrown a party while I was gone and the house was trashed. They were I presumed still asleep in bed so I waited until they came down. At 2pm they did and saw me and the state of my house.
“What is the meaning of this?” I asked them, “This is totally unacceptable! You will clean this house up now and then find somewhere else to live.”
“Please Sir, do not throw us out,” said Paul, “We have nowhere else to go. We will do anything to make amends.”
” Then you will accept whatever punishment I decide for you,” I told them, ” You are both going to receive a bare bottom caning, and given very hard, as this is what you deserve!”
” Yes Sir. We will accept whatever you decide is best for us,” said Paul.
” Do you accept this as well, Kim?” I asked, “Yes Sir, I do as well,” she said.
“You are both off work on Tuesday so I will carry out your caning then.”
Tuesday arrived and I summoned them to the lounge. “Both of you will strip naked and then I will begin,” I instructed. They did as they were told. Paul had a nice slim bottom and Kim had a little chubby one.
This was something I was going to enjoy doing. I fetched my junior thin rattan cane, nice and whippy and bendy. Perfect for their bottoms. I told Paul to stand in the centre of the lounge and bend over and touch his toes. This he did.
It was a lovely sight to see and I applied six very hard strokes to his bottom. He yelped after the first three but remained in position until his full six strokes had been given. I told him to get up and then told Kim to touch her toes, which she did. She too felt the wrath of my cane as each stroke landed and she starting crying after number four. I told them both to stand in the corner with their hands on their heads until I was ready to give them more, which they did.
After 15 minutes I told them to come out. I placed an ottoman in the centre of the lounge and motioned Paul to kneel on it, which he did. “Stick that bottom right out and place your hands on the floor,” I said, which he did. Then I applied six more hard strokes. The sound of the SWISH WHACK! as each one landed was beautiful and I revelled in giving each stroke. Paul cried throughout like a baby, but this needed to be done!
Then I told Kim to take Paul’s place, which she did. Another six strokes resounded the room as I let fly with my cane. She cried with each stroke too, but a lesson had to be learnt.
“You may both go now to your rooms now!” I said. “Just remember what will happen if such behaviour ever happens again. Next time you will receive more!”
They went to their room with very sorry looks on their faces.
Story © 2017 by Ian Squire, used here by very kind permission of the author.
D I S C L A I M E R
All characters appearing in this story are over 18 and are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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