1. In A London Bedsit


    Date: 5/3/2016, Categories: Spanking, Author: cayenne, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    face him. Tears were forming. “I’m sorry, Mr Buckhouse. I had no idea how much that would hurt.” “Indeed, Miss Jones. Well, let me tell you that I wasn’t surprised by how much that hurt you. You really are a stupid girl. Smashing my window, smoking dope and now disobeying me! Surely you know about the cane’s reputation?” “Well yes, but I thought it was all a bit of an exaggeration! Shows how wrong you can be, I suppose!” “Yes. However, it doesn’t alter anything, Miss Jones. I said it was knickers off if you stood up or swore, didn’t I?” “You did, but please no! That cane really hurts!” “Get them off now, girl. This is an occasion unsuited to clemency. This is a punishment, not a game,” he said, adopting a sterner, stentorian tone. Reluctantly, she nodded and gently eased her black knickers down, and then off completely. Her hands tried to cover her bottom and her front. She was blushing with embarrassment. As well she might! “Bend over and stop wasting my time!” he boomed again, flexing the cane in his hairy hands. He swished the rattan through the air menacingly, while his lodger eased herself down over the edge of the bed, a red line clearly visible on her buttocks. Mr Buckhouse liked what he saw. He liked it a lot. He felt his cock stiffening as he surveyed the submissive posterior so wilfully displayed to him. He could even see the treasure beyond; her inviting pleasure zones. To cap it all, the little minx was wearing stockings and suspenders. She obviously had a great ...
    sense of occasion. “Let’s get on with it. Another five strokes. Stay in place, if you know what’s good for you.” She said nothing, and then the cane lashed down again. She squealed, just like before, but apart from that she retained her composure and position. The throbbing pain in her bottom was intense and just would not quit. She began to think that there was no way she could endure another four strokes when a third one landed purposefully, causing her to gasp and writhe. “Keep still,” he said, this time more softly. He didn’t really want her to be motionless, but it seemed like the right thing to say at that precise moment. However, she continued to wriggle, showing some disobedience. He sighed, and decided to say nothing. After all, he was enjoying the show. Indeed, her writhing was similar to the sex act, and he was getting more and more turned on. It was a wonderful experience and he had engineered it to some extent by telling her all about the cane’s use in schools. He bent the cane in his hands and surveyed the striped target with delight. Stroke four lashed down, but she was riding the pain more successfully, so she remained silent. Buckhouse was disappointed. He wanted cries, wriggling and general disobedience! He’d have to make the next stroke harder, wouldn’t he? And so it was that with a simple flick of the wrist, the fifth stroke was much, much harder. The noise as the cane made impact was impressive, even to an experienced caner like Buckhouse. His lodger cried ...
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