An Evening Punishment
Jane undressed and changed into her pajamas. She looked at her watch, it was a quarter to ten. Fifteen minutes of stomach churning nerves to endure.
She sat nervously, her only thought was 'what will six of the best really feel like'.
Five to, 'God I'd better go, I'll get extra if I'm late.'
She arrived at his study door and glanced at her watch. At ten o'clock, she knocked nervously, and waited.
After what seemed like an age he called out "Enter!"
Jane entered nervously: He stood looking away with his hands clasped behind his back.
The cane lay on his recently cleared desk.
"You know the positiion, girl!"
Jane walked to the desk, bent over and grasped the other side of the desk, her head turned away.
He turned, walked towards the desk, picked up the cane, and took up position behind her. He moved closer, gripped the waist band of her pajamas and lowered them to her knees. He raised the cane.
"Swiish-Thwack- Yeeouch!"
Jane gritted her teeth, she hadn't meant to cry out but the first stroke was a brute; her bum burned with the pain that only the cane could impart.
Three more strokes slashed in, each a little lower, each producing an almost unbearable swathe of pure incandescent agony across the welt it imparted, but she managed just to gasp and groan.
The last two strokes brought yelps of pure agony, the fifth was right in the crease at the the top of her thighs, and the last and hardest whipped in diagonally across the first five, and wrapped around her hip. She just managed to stay in place, while every nerve was screaming at her to jump up and massage her throbbing bum.
He examined his handiwork, and wearing a satisfied smile told Jane to pull up her pajamas and get back to her bed.
He returned to his position looking out of the window.
Jane eased her pajamas over her scorching bum, and mumbled "Thankyou, Sir" and returned to her bed.
Once there she ripped off her pajamas and lay naked on her bed, groaning gently into her pillow, and tried to massage the pain from her scalding welts.
A few minutes later she was aware of her friend standing over her, and heard a surprised gasp and the comment:
"Grief, they're spectacular stripes."
A soothing hand gently massaged her cheeks, and traced soothingly along each purpling and swollen welt.
She raised her hips and subconciously opened her legs, the fingers slipped down to her labia and eased in her lover's massive penis.
She enjoyed two almost immediate multiple orgasms, and collapsed breathless. A few minutes later she raised herself up, straddled her lover and rode them both to orgasm, before collapsing sated.
"Enjoy your fantasy?" her husband asked.
"It was amazingly painful, but the afters were worth it, you brute."
"Will you do it again?"
"Yes, but not for a while;" Jane replied before kissing him goodnight.
Jimisim 2009
Kessily email
Another British caning story, but a good one. The twist at the end was a bit unexpected as I thought this was a teenager being disciplined until then (the category should have given it away but there is a fine line between a late teen and an adult). The man went from being a guardian of some type, to being called a friend, then a lover, and finally her husband in an interesting progression.
The actually caning was well described and the feelings of trepidation in advance, and the sex scene after. I could have done maybe with more descriptions of her feelings rather than just physical reactions but it stands just fine as it is - a nice story.
C.K. email
To me, it was fairly obvious early in the story that this caning was a fantasy roleplay. (Realistically, even in the old days how many schoolgirls reported to the headmaster's office for a caning in their pajamas?) The plotline is pretty predictable overall, intensive fantasy CP leading to equally intensive sexual activity immediately afterward, although reasonably well done--and there just aren't very many original spanking story lines left anyway.
I did find it unusual that Jane's roleplay disciplinarian, later referred to as her lover then her husband, was referred to originally as "her friend" even though it's apparently the same person. Was this supposed to make a point, that a playacting/caning can be administered out of simple friendship, but once there's directly sexual interaction as well the cane-wielder is considered a lover and if the two persons involved are permanently living together it's a marital (or in other cases at least quasi-marital) relationship?
The actual description of the six cane strokes, from Jane's perspective as she was desperately attempting to hold position while her posterior was being enflamed, was fairly brief but left me emphathizing with her RE both the pain and the resultant underlying arousal--IMHO the best part of this narrative by far.
Jess email
I thought both characters were sweet and endearing. The author did a nice job of portraying Jane's emotions during each step of the scene. I could really feel her apprehension, pain, expectation, and pleasure. The plot wasn't especially original, but it was still fun and fairly true-to-life.