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Erotic fiction by your host, Rod Cayenne.
“Mmmm, a dozen red roses, my favourite artisan chocolates and breakfast in bed. My, you really have pushed the boat out, darling, haven’t you?”
He just grunted, exhausted temporarily from their lovemaking. She kissed his stubbly face and then dabbed copious amounts of cum away from his cock with a tissue, before announcing, “Actually, I’ve bought something for you.”
“You have?” he asked, with barely disguised surprise.
“Yes, just a little something. Something you’ve wanted for a while, and something I wanted to give you.”
She reached under the bed and retrieved a long, white cardboard box, tied with a bonny red ribbon. He took it from her with a kiss, and was immediately surprised by the light weight of the box, immediately suspecting that it was empty, or some other kind of wind-up. He untied the ribbon and lifted the lid of the box. Inside was black tissue paper, which he parted to reveal a rattan school cane!
“Oh good lord!” he exclaimed. “What’s this for?”
“Well, it’s for you of course, my darling. You said you’d missed out on the cane when you were younger, and that you’d often wondered what it was like.”
“Oh! I didn’t mean it. I’ve changed my mind!”
“Nonsense, darling. Don’t lie to me. You know you really want it! Let’s try it out.”
“Don’t you like my present, darling?” she pouted, “I’m hurt. You said you wondered what it was like and I thought, at 52, it’s time you found out!”
“Alright, alright. But I’m a damned fool for saying yes. Just don’t do it too hard, will you?”
They both climbed out of their peachy duvet, and she picked up the cane.
“Right darling, bend over the bed then. I think a dozen red marks to match the dozen red roses!”
“A dozen sounds a lot. Go easy on me!”
“No!” she cried, lashing the cane down with a laugh and all of her strength. The cane wrapped around badly, cutting his haunch painfully.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! That’s not meant to happen!” he cried. “Look, you’re holding that cane all wrong!”
“Nonsense darling. I’m holding it by the handle.”
“Exactly! As I understand it the crook handle is just for show, or for hanging the cane up by. You need to hold it a few centimetres down the shaft, otherwise you can’t control it properly.”
“Quite the expert, aren’t you?”
“Well, all boys know this stuff. Let’s try again shall we?” The second stroke was hard but landed accurately on his ample arse. He gasped at the pain. Had he really wanted to try this? Just two strokes in, and it was proving to be quite an ordeal.
“How was that darling?”
“Fine, just fine,” he said through gritted teeth.
A third stroke whipped down, accompanied by a manly grunt.
The fourth however, was met by a boyish squeal. She laughed and laughed. “This is really turning me on darling,” she chuckled.
“I’m glad someone’s enjoying it!” he moaned.
Strokes five and six landed on top of the earlier ones, causing more discomfort and grunts.
“Can we leave it at six of the best, darling?” he asked.
“Certainly not!” she said, becoming ever more turned on, “This cane is a present we can both enjoy!”
A seventh stroke hit hard and he cried out, “I can assure you I’m not enjoying this at all!”
She whipped the eighth and ninth strokes down, saying, “Maybe not now, but later you will.”
“ARRRGH!” he exclaimed as the tenth stroke hit, clearly not enjoying it one bit.
“Elevensies,” she laughed and then “Last one darling!” Her face was flushed, not so much from exertion, more from being really turned on.
After the final stroke, he leant over and dabbed the cum-soaked tissue on his wounded haunch. That seemed to help with the pain. Just then they both heard a key in the front door, followed by a loud cry of “Yoohoo, darling.”
He dropped the tissue, saying, “Shit! It’s your mother! Doesn’t she know it’s fucking Valentines Day?”
Story © MMXVI by Rod Cayenne
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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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Repost of hot erotic fiction by very special guest author David Stewart
Mother-in-law was a rather fearsome lady, never one of David’s great admirers. She was scathing about his lack of achievement and inability to provide, as she thought, what her daughter deserved. A lawyer by calling, she had an authoritative tone and dominant nature, that in truth David had often admired. He saw much of that in her daughter, his wife, and this was one of the reasons that the couple had lived so happily in their ten years together.
In truth, she was well off the mark and David was a thoughtful and hard-working individual devoted to his wife, who, in their private life, was every bit as dominant as he perceived her mother to be.
It was one of the bi-annual visits to the house that she made her discovery. As usual David had spent the week making sure the house was cleaned and ready for his mother-in-law to arrive. His wife had ensured, with two sound thrashings that he had done so. Hidden from all the family was the fact that David was subservient to his wife and had been since early in the relationship.
On the second night of the four night stay the alarm bells sounded as David, with bravado and too much wine, had argued with his wife over something quite silly. Never the less, if looks could kill, David would have been collecting his insurance premium, or rather his wife would have.
His mother-in-law commented about, “David is being brave tonight, is he not?”
His wife replied, “Yes he is, or rather he is being silly tonight and will pay the price after your visit.”
Smiles and laughter led to a blushing face from David and his mother-in-law rounded on him saying, “Oh, so you will be on the end of some retribution when I am gone, will you David?”
David blushed, his wife laughed and his mother-in-law added, “Perhaps the canes you keep upstairs are explained now?
It was his wife who blushed now, and his mother-in-law continued, “I did wonder, who used these and I am pleased to assume it is you, my dear, who chastises David here! Is that the case?”
A conversation where his wife opened up and admitted to taking charge led to David feeling totally humiliated as his wife and mother-in-law started to discuss marital domestic discipline.
“I am no stranger to this my dear, as I can assure you that your late father was as obedient to me, and was soundly thrashed at times by me. That is the secret of success!”
Almost oblivious to David’s presence they both discussed how early on in the relationships they had discovered that their partners were basically in need of guidance and discipline and one thing led to another. “I used to take your father over my knees for the hairbrush at regular intervals, both as a reminder and also when he was badly behaved. Much the same dear as I recall doing to you with the same hairbrush!” It was David’s wife who blushed as her mother recounted how she would administer the hairbrush with good effect to both sisters at times.
The wine continued and eventually all retired to bed. In bed that night David apologised, but as they cuddled, he was obviously excited about what his mother-in-law had revealed and pressed his wife for more intimate details about how she herself had been spanked with that brush.
“She was a real monster with that brush and the mere threat of it was enough, once we had sampled it a few times. I got it till I left the house at 21 and it was a most humiliating experience, but I suppose it was never given unless deserved.”
Question after question led to some marital fumblings and at one point his wife made the comment, “I think it is you that should perhaps sample her brush next?”
David drew a breath and could not hide the delight at this prospect saying, “Ooh, my darling, how absolutely humiliating that would be!”
In the morning all were a bit embarrassed, and at lunch the mother-in-law suddenly started the conversation that altered the day, “So my dear, last night?” adding, “Last night was an eye-opener and I have decided that my stay should not interfere with your marital discipline. I suggest we send David home and we continue to the shops. After that we can join David and you can do whatever you would do to him as punishment for his intolerable behaviour last night. I suggest if the boy wants to be disrespectful in front of his mother-in-law then I deserve to see his punishment?”
So after some small talk it was accepted and David returned home. It was a lonely wait of mixed anticipation and fear for the three hours before they returned.
“Mother wants to see you punished as I would do normally, and I see no reason not to do that. Go and get ready for me now David, and we will be along when we are ready.”
As he headed out the door he turned to his wife and asked “Err, darling, is that exactly as I would be for you?”
She smiled and both her and her mother laughed and she said “Yes, exactly!”
So it was that twenty minutes later his wife and mother-in-law entered the bedroom and found a naked David, head lowered and blushing with his shaven cock and balls on display. A cane, three-tailed tawse and heavy bath brush were laid out on the bed.
His mother-in-law tried not to look amused, but she was.
“Now perhaps an apology to myself and Mother? And then your usual?”
David, still head lowered, said, “Darling, I am sorry for answering back the other night. I deserve this thrashing. I also want to apologise to you, Alison, for having to be a witness.”
“You will be sorry very soon David, now bend over!” said his wife in her strictest tone. He bent over the edge of the bed, grateful not to be exposed any longer.
“So how many will you give him?” asked his mother-in-law. The magical sentence of 36 was announced.
The caning started and David yelped and the next landed shortly afterwards. He took the full 36 and heard various comments from the audience culminating in, “Good show, darling!”
The caning stopped and the order was given to lie on the bed. The tawse was administered to his backside 36 times too, and each blow brought a yelp from the ever-suffering David.
“Are you feeling sorry now David?” asked his mother-in-law.
“Yes, yes, I am very sorry.”
“I think you may like to take over mother,” his wife said and handed the brush to her mother. The brush was then used with amazing force on poor David’s burning cheeks! He was amazed at the strength of the woman.
What also amazed him was the tirade of verbal insults she gave with the spanking, “You deserve every one of these, David!”, “This will teach you to obey your wife!” “My boy you need this so much!”
The force of the beating caused David to shout out, “For fuck’s sake, I am sorry, sorry!”
His mother-in-law asked, “What was that you said David?”
“Ssssorry, I said I was sorry!”
“Yes, but did you not say the “F” word as well?”
“Yyess. Ssorry I did! I am sorry I did not mean to, just it is so sore, and it slipped out!”
“Stand up David!” his mother-in-law commanded and he gratefully stood in front of her, his hands covering his front.
“Swearing is unforgivable and your wife knows what happens now don’t you my dear?”
His wife blushed, thinking back to the days when her mother spanked her, then she smiled knowingly and said, “Yes Mother, you would start again, wouldn’t you?”
His humiliation was complete as both ladies burst into laughter. He was taken by the ear and almost thrown back on the bed and told by his mother-in-law, “50 smacks and any swearing you’ll get the same again!”
The spanking that followed caused David to cry out a lot. But he did not swear and despite tears welling he managed not to cry for real.
The thrashing over, David stood up and his wife raised her eyes to the ceiling. David reacted by saying, “Alison, thank you for my spanking which was deserved.”
After a pause his wife added, “And what else do we say after a spanking?”
He added, “Oh and Alison, if I ever deserve another please don’t hesitate, because I need to be disciplined when I am naughty.”
It was a well-rehearsed sentence that David always had to use, but somehow both ladies found it so humorous and before laughing too much his mother-in-law sarcastically added, “Thank you David. Be assured I shall do so!”
That concluded his thrashing, and for the remainder of the visit his behaviour was impeccable.
Before leaving, his mother-in-law sat both of them down and said, “Now I may have found David’s reactions amusing, but I am proud of you both. You my darling for taking charge, and you David for accepting the need for a strong woman to lead you. I shall help out again if needed, and this is obviously our secret. It is, I am sure, the secret to a very successful marriage, so long as you my dear never forget that David requires discipline, and plenty of it!”
Story ©2012 by David Stewart
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