1. Fucky, Fucky


    Date: 8/9/2017, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: cayenne, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    "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. "Okay, 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 ...
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