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I quickly drank the rest of my coffee as it was now time for me to prepare for Lucy’s return. I opened the cupboard in my study and reached for the strap and the cane which would be used on her. I would though, start with an over the knee hand spanking, both buttocks spanked soundly until every square inch glowed as red as a perfect Mediterranean sunset.
Just thirty minutes earlier Lucy had stood before me in this very room and allowed the contents of her inner mind to flood out, she had wanted to do this, needed to do this. Lucy had told me she had never exposed her innermost desires to anyone before, to those with less liberal minds what she had divulged may have been met with a level of shock, disgust even, but to me it only added to my fascination for this attractive woman. Her revelations would never go beyond me, my purpose was only to administer punishment to fit the crime so to speak.
I carefully laid the strap onto the leather inlay of my pedestal desk, it was not a strap you could give a name to, not like some of the fancy ones with fancy names you see advertised on the internet and elsewhere, no my strap had been cut from an old, heavy, leather belt I’d worn with my jeans for many years until it split at the buckle end. What I salvaged after careful and precise cutting was a strap around twenty four inches long and just under two inches in width.
Since its transformation from belt to strap it had been used to great effect on many a female bottom and even on the occasional feminine palm. The cane I’d selected was a crook handle senior cane, quite heavy and certainly what Lucy deserved, but as I tested it, enjoying the familiar swishing sound of cutting air I had second thoughts, Lucy could not escape a caning that was for certain, I had though promised that as this was her first proper caning I’d spare her a little and wouldn’t cane her on bare flesh, but I also made a last moment decision to spare her just a little further and replace the senior cane with the slightly lighter and thinner junior cane.
I had barely carried out this exchange before hearing a rather timid knock at my study door. “Enter” I called, simultaneously positioning myself at my desk and placing the newly selected cane beside the strap. Nervously Lucy stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. Thirty minutes earlier, Lucy had been stood on the same spot fully clothed, sensibly dressed you might say, but now she wore nothing but a pair of black see-through tights, her choice. As I looked at her I questioned her attire in my mind, regulation knickers may have added just a little cushion to the cane strokes she was to receive but these tights would afford no protection whatsoever, her upper nakedness puzzled me and as I studied this woman stood before me I felt I was beginning to understand her just a little better.
Lucy was naturally beautiful there was no denying that, and as a woman in her early forties she possessed a gentle maturity which so often surpasses the fresh beauty of the very youthful, a perfect adult schoolgirl you might say. Lucy put her hands behind her back, almost giving the appearance of them being bound together at the wrists, her magnificent naked breasts stood proudly before her, nothing was hidden by the tights, not her luscious figure, even her cunt was visible through the near transparent veil afforded by these tights.
Was this an invitation I began to wonder? Perhaps a ploy to escape being spanked and caned, or maybe a flicker of undecided hope that she might encourage me to choose to fuck her rather than face the pain and humiliation of physical punishment.
With my imagination taking over I could almost hear her whispering “Please fuck me Sir, I really don’t want to be caned” yet paradoxically wanting to be caned, needing to be caned. In reality Lucy stood silent, the occasional deep intake of nervous breath her only sound, soft brown hair resting on her shoulders framing an anxious yet pretty face with large, brown eyes darting as if magnetised toward the strap and cane lying on my desk.
Perhaps I was imagining what I subconsciously wanted, maybe fucking Lucy was even more preferable to me than spanking and caning her, I imagined myself taking hold of those magnificent breasts, nibbling the buds of her nipples and feeling them grow to my touch, slipping my hands inside those tights allowing my fingers to explore her both back and front as she began to writhe with pleasure before we plunged onto the old leather sofa in the corner of my study.
Suddenly though, I forced myself to snap back to reality, my purpose was to punish this woman as her ‘Headmaster’. My fantasising had in truth only lasted a few seconds but I now had to get on with spanking Lucy, I was prepared and I had no doubt that she too was ready.
Lucy knew what was in store for her, I had left her in no doubt by the end of our earlier meeting, a thorough hand spanking over my knee followed by a dozen with the strap whilst she leaned over the desk. Finally she would be caned, twelve strokes with no mercy to be shown. Lucy had not protested, she’d hung her head and nodded acceptance simply saying “Thank you, Sir” as she had left my study to prepare herself.
I slipped off my jacket and loosened my tie before placing the sturdy Victorian hall chair next to my desk. Once seated I calmly yet authoritatively invited her forward, “Over my knee girl” I instructed, Lucy obeyed responding with “Yes Sir,” in a soft and submissive voice as she did so. Across my lap, Lucy positioned herself appropriately with hands and toes touching the floor, she had done this before for others, no stranger to a good spanking. Her bottom presented perfectly, protruding beyond my right thigh, the tights leaving little to the imagination as they drew even tighter as she bent, displaying a full bottom which I could only describe as magnificent.
Lucy was naturally quite shy so I wanted to engage her “What’s about to happen to you Lucy, I want to be sure you fully understand?” Lucy turned her head as far as it would go towards me “You’re going to spank my bottom over my tights Sir until you can see it glow red through them and then you’re going to pull down my tights and spank my bare bottom”. I confirmed she was correct and delivered the first crisp smack squarely against the centre of her right buttock, I then began in earnest alternating from one cheek to the other moving my aim to ensure that her entire bottom felt the sting of my hand over and over again. I spanked her firmly, steadily building spank on spank causing her to wriggle and draw breath through her teeth.
For me there is an intimacy when delivering a hand spanking which can never be achieved where an implement is used and as I continued to spank Lucy the contact between her body and mine was a gauge to her anguish. I could not be sure how many times my hand had met with her behind, but perhaps I had misjudged the opacity of her tights, experience told me that Lucy’s bottom should be glowing by now. I paused and asked Lucy to stand and turn away from me.
Peeling her tights down to her lower thighs I inspected her bottom, her cheeks had coloured nicely and I gave her permission to rub herself. “My bottom really stings Sir” she announced as her hands were used to quell her discomfort. I reminded her that was the intention and this was just the beginning. Moments later Lucy was back in position, this time her bare bottom was my target and would remain so until her caning.
As the spanking continued Lucy became more vocal, the drawing in of breath through her teeth was accompanied by the occasional cry of “OOOH! “and “OUCH! “ and I had to hold her firmly by the waist to help keep her in position. Her once creamy buttocks had turned deep pink and as I continued to spank her, the redness of my intention was being achieved one handprint at a time.
Eventually both buttocks glowed red and with my own palm starting to sting I ordered her to stand and face the corner with her hands on her head. I’d allow her a little respite before the next phase of her punishment. Lucy had nice hands and as I looked at them placed on her head I imagined that strapping her hands may be as satisfying as the strapping I was about to administer to her wonderful bottom.
Standing behind her I ran my hand over the contours of her cheeks feeling the warmth of her spanking “How does your bottom feel now Lucy?” I enquired. “It’s sore Sir, but I’m ready for the strap when you are Sir,” I told her to stand in front of the desk and with the restriction of her lowered tights Lucy shuffled awkwardly to position herself. “Lean forward and place your hands flat on the desk” I instructed pointing my finger to the place where I wanted her to reach.
The strapping would be given with her only slightly bent, a preference of mine when using the strap. As I picked up the strap I once again asked her to tell me what was about to happen “I’m going to get twelve of the strap across my bare bottom Sir”. I tested the strap through the air a couple of times before taking aim. The first stroke landed squarely across the centre of Lucy’s bottom, she let out a sigh but remained quite still, the next I aimed a little higher making solid contact with the top of both buttocks “AAAH” her response as she wriggled her bottom to quell her discomfort.
I continued to vary my aim, the following strokes were placed more diagonally with a mix of backhand and forehand leaving a wonderful interwoven pattern on her already sore bottom. Lucy coped well, others had acquainted her with the strap before and as the strapping progressed her reddened buttocks began to display delightful splashes of purple. With two ‘licks’ to go I stepped up the pace and laid a particularly heavy stroke across the centre of her cheeks “Ee-ow-ow” Lucy shrieked standing bolt upright and clutching her behind before returning to position quickly, doubtless wishing to avoid additional punishment.
With only the final stroke remaining my focus was the crease where bottom and thigh merge, in keeping with tradition this should be the hardest ‘lick’ and with no mercy shown, the strap struck its target with a crisp and resounding smack as leather and flesh colided “Oh sh-sh-shit, bloodyhell” cried Lucy as she thrust herself upright and clutched her behind once more. Lucy turned her head to look at me “Sorry for my language Sir, but that really hurt”.
I could have added extra ‘licks’ for this outburst and probably would have but there was a little matter of a caning yet to come. I allowed Lucy to rub her bottom before placing the velvet cushion which I often used for canings, in front of her. At my instruction Lucy pulled her tights back up and bent across the desk clutching its far edge with both hands.
The cushion rested under her belly and helped to raise her hips, presenting her tightly clad bottom to perfection. Once again I asked Lucy to describe what was going to happen. “I’m going to receive twelve strokes of the cane on my bottom over my tights Sir”. I advised Lucy she was correct and with the cane firmly in my hand I offered it to the centre of her bottom applying light taps in preparation. “Are you ready Lucy” I enquired “Yes Sir,” her reply. “I want you to count the strokes out loud for me,” once again Lucy replied “Yes Sir”. I raised the cane and brought it down firmly across the centre of her bottom. She remained composed and responded with a calm “One Sir”.
The junior cane was lighter and slightly thinner than the senior cane but I knew that it should never be underrated when in the hands of an experienced caner. Whereas the stouter senior cane imparts its bite more to the pinnacle of the cheeks, the extra pliancy of the junior cane allows it to wrap around the contours of the buttocks and its thinner ‘cut’ yields a mighty sting.
The second stroke was placed parallel to the first and slightly lower, my target area for this caning would be the lower portion of Lucy’s buttocks. Lucy drew breath through her teeth as before, responding “Two Sir”. I continued in this mode, gradually increasing the severity of each stroke until Lucy had received the first six strokes. She had taken them well and had kept acceptably still with “OOH!” and “AAH!” the height of her verbal responses.
At this halfway point I chose to examine her bottom, running my fingertips across the contours of the tightly clad target area I could tell that even the moderate strokes I had administered to this point had left their mark, to my satisfaction small raised weals traversed her buttocks and I knew that this ‘cane virgin’ was ready to reach the next level. I allowed Lucy to stand and rub her bottom for a few moments before returning to position.
Once again I offered the cane to the target area and tapped it gently. “Are you ready Lucy?” I enquired “Yes Sir, I’m ready” she replied. Drawing the cane back a little further this time I brought it down with a resounding ‘thwack’ across the lower part of her bottom “Eee-ow-ow-ow!” she wailed thrusting her head back as she did so. Lucy contorted her bottom before returning to position “Seven Sir” she eventually responded.
Without delay I delivered another similar stroke from the pliant cane “OW-AH-OW” she cried rocking from foot to foot “OH, Eight S-Sir,” her voice sounding strained. Twice more Lucy felt the burning bite of the cane across her cheeks and her vocal protests left little doubt that she wasn’t far from tears. With ten strokes given, red stripes glowed out from beneath her tights. “How does your bottom feel now Lucy?” I asked “It’s throbbing Sir, really burning too”. I rubbed her bottom feeling the swellings beneath her tights and reminded her that she had just two more strokes before her caning was over.
The penultimate stroke cracked firmly onto her tender female flesh, Lucy jolted back and grasped her bottom with both hands “OH, FUCK, .... FUCK, sorry Sir, but that really, really hurt”. Lucy managed to compose herself, “Eleven Sir,” she eventually added.
As Lucy bent over the desk for her final stroke my eyes focused once more on the crease where bottom and thigh merge, before bringing the cane down with blistering force to my intended target. The impact resembled a pistol shot, and as the anguish of the stroke became fully processed, Lucy let out a high pitched shriek before almost climbing onto the desk “Eee-ow-ow-ow!” she screeched once more clutching her behind, and as she hastily returned her hands to the desk, both buttocks were noticeably tensing and untensing at her discomfort.
Lucy remained in position as I carefully lowered her tights in order to inspect her bottom. With her bottom bared it was clear to see that each cane stroke had certainly left its print, angry raised weals adorned her cheeks and made a stimulating landscape for my fingers to explore. Easing her buttocks apart I caught my first glimpse of the day of the neat puckered surround of Lucy’s anus, imagining, as I had done many times before, the delight of slipping my swollen member into this most private of orifices.
As I imagined the tightness of the charms Lucy’s anus would afford I told myself silently that this would have to wait for another occasion. I had more work to do with Lucy before reaching such intimacy, but not wishing to ignore my appreciation for this hidden gem, I pressed the tip my thumb against this tantilising bud as my fingers strayed to become soaked in the delightful nectar that was erupting from her vagina. Lucy groaned, “Are you going to fuck me now Sir?” she asked in inviting tone.
After peeling Lucy’s tights down her legs and removing them I hastily undid my belt and lowered my own clothing. Slipping on the essential protection to my now fully swollen cock, I moved to take this luscious naked woman from behind as she remained over the desk. Fucking a freshly caned woman in this position has always held great appeal for me, and coupled with the exceptional appeal that Lucy affords, the feel of my cock sliding into her moist and welcoming chasm seemed to awaken every cell in my body. Pressing my own naked skin against her challenged bottom as I drove my penis to the hilt was bliss in itself, but as my eyes focused on the perfect skin of her back and the sight of her spine beneath, moving to the motion of my strokes, it was almost too much to take.
Feeling close to the brink almost before I had got into my stride, I chose to exert my self control, perhaps not always my strongest point, but cumming too soon would certainly spoil the moment. I reduced to moving in and out of her as slowly as I could reducing the friction, attempting to curtail my zealousness with the power of my mind until the moment thankfully passed. Lucy moaned throughout, hardly helping my cause, but with no idea when Lucy would next visit my study, it was like listening to a favourite piece of music that you want to play on and on, I just wanted this moment to ‘play on’ forever.
Gradually though, it was time to pick up the pace and soon Lucy was crying out “OH YES, KEEP FUCKING ME, WHATEVER YOU DO DON’T STOP,” she yelled, “OH GOD FUCK ME SENSELESS,” her volume perhaps equally loud to when the hardest of cane strokes had landed on her bottom. It was Lucy who now seemed close to the brink, and as I increased the pace of my thrusts the sound of my own flesh slapping against her tender buttocks created a wonderful percussion as I reached beneath her with both hands and grasped her soft and ample breasts, knowing that my own journey was nearing its end.
As my fingers teased the hard, raised buds of Lucy’s nipples she gave out her final cry as her body weakened across the desk. Lucy had reached her own crescendo, I had no doubt of that, and barely a thrust later, I too, would join her in this celebration as I felt the sweetness of my release within her.
As I stepped back, I briefly savoured the opportunity to scrutinise this naked beauty before breathlessly, she arose from the desk. The look of satisfaction on her face telling me that I had played my part well as her eyes focused on my gradually softening cock within the condom I had used. Kneeling before me she carefully slid the protection away, casting it aside before placing her hands on my own naked buttocks and squeezing them firmly as she placed a kiss on my member. I cannot deny that I enjoyed the feel of her hands on my buttocks and the touch of her lips on my cock and although, perhaps, only a small gesture it was one that would remain in my memory for a while to come.
As she rose to her feet, Lucy requested permission to leave. I nodded in agreement, my mind inevitably thinking how much I would like to begin her punishment all over again,it had been far too special to only do once, but knowing, of course, that the recovery of my desires would far outweigh the recovery of Lucy's beautiful, punished bottom.
“Thank you for taking care of my punishment Sir,” Lucy said softly and confidently as she prepared to leave. I smiled in response and watched as she collected her tights and crossed the room, my eyes captivated by the magnificence of her punished behind as she walked stiffly toward the door.
As Lucy closed the door behind her I couldn’t help but wonder how long it would be before my ‘phone would ring and I would hear her gentle tones informing me that she was in need of further punishment.I truly hope it wouldn't be too long.
Written by
Tobias
Just thirty minutes earlier Lucy had stood before me in this very room and allowed the contents of her inner mind to flood out, she had wanted to do this, needed to do this. Lucy had told me she had never exposed her innermost desires to anyone before, to those with less liberal minds what she had divulged may have been met with a level of shock, disgust even, but to me it only added to my fascination for this attractive woman. Her revelations would never go beyond me, my purpose was only to administer punishment to fit the crime so to speak.
I carefully laid the strap onto the leather inlay of my pedestal desk, it was not a strap you could give a name to, not like some of the fancy ones with fancy names you see advertised on the internet and elsewhere, no my strap had been cut from an old, heavy, leather belt I’d worn with my jeans for many years until it split at the buckle end. What I salvaged after careful and precise cutting was a strap around twenty four inches long and just under two inches in width.
Since its transformation from belt to strap it had been used to great effect on many a female bottom and even on the occasional feminine palm. The cane I’d selected was a crook handle senior cane, quite heavy and certainly what Lucy deserved, but as I tested it, enjoying the familiar swishing sound of cutting air I had second thoughts, Lucy could not escape a caning that was for certain, I had though promised that as this was her first proper caning I’d spare her a little and wouldn’t cane her on bare flesh, but I also made a last moment decision to spare her just a little further and replace the senior cane with the slightly lighter and thinner junior cane.
I had barely carried out this exchange before hearing a rather timid knock at my study door. “Enter” I called, simultaneously positioning myself at my desk and placing the newly selected cane beside the strap. Nervously Lucy stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. Thirty minutes earlier, Lucy had been stood on the same spot fully clothed, sensibly dressed you might say, but now she wore nothing but a pair of black see-through tights, her choice. As I looked at her I questioned her attire in my mind, regulation knickers may have added just a little cushion to the cane strokes she was to receive but these tights would afford no protection whatsoever, her upper nakedness puzzled me and as I studied this woman stood before me I felt I was beginning to understand her just a little better.
Lucy was naturally beautiful there was no denying that, and as a woman in her early forties she possessed a gentle maturity which so often surpasses the fresh beauty of the very youthful, a perfect adult schoolgirl you might say. Lucy put her hands behind her back, almost giving the appearance of them being bound together at the wrists, her magnificent naked breasts stood proudly before her, nothing was hidden by the tights, not her luscious figure, even her cunt was visible through the near transparent veil afforded by these tights.
Was this an invitation I began to wonder? Perhaps a ploy to escape being spanked and caned, or maybe a flicker of undecided hope that she might encourage me to choose to fuck her rather than face the pain and humiliation of physical punishment.
With my imagination taking over I could almost hear her whispering “Please fuck me Sir, I really don’t want to be caned” yet paradoxically wanting to be caned, needing to be caned. In reality Lucy stood silent, the occasional deep intake of nervous breath her only sound, soft brown hair resting on her shoulders framing an anxious yet pretty face with large, brown eyes darting as if magnetised toward the strap and cane lying on my desk.
Perhaps I was imagining what I subconsciously wanted, maybe fucking Lucy was even more preferable to me than spanking and caning her, I imagined myself taking hold of those magnificent breasts, nibbling the buds of her nipples and feeling them grow to my touch, slipping my hands inside those tights allowing my fingers to explore her both back and front as she began to writhe with pleasure before we plunged onto the old leather sofa in the corner of my study.
Suddenly though, I forced myself to snap back to reality, my purpose was to punish this woman as her ‘Headmaster’. My fantasising had in truth only lasted a few seconds but I now had to get on with spanking Lucy, I was prepared and I had no doubt that she too was ready.
Lucy knew what was in store for her, I had left her in no doubt by the end of our earlier meeting, a thorough hand spanking over my knee followed by a dozen with the strap whilst she leaned over the desk. Finally she would be caned, twelve strokes with no mercy to be shown. Lucy had not protested, she’d hung her head and nodded acceptance simply saying “Thank you, Sir” as she had left my study to prepare herself.
I slipped off my jacket and loosened my tie before placing the sturdy Victorian hall chair next to my desk. Once seated I calmly yet authoritatively invited her forward, “Over my knee girl” I instructed, Lucy obeyed responding with “Yes Sir,” in a soft and submissive voice as she did so. Across my lap, Lucy positioned herself appropriately with hands and toes touching the floor, she had done this before for others, no stranger to a good spanking. Her bottom presented perfectly, protruding beyond my right thigh, the tights leaving little to the imagination as they drew even tighter as she bent, displaying a full bottom which I could only describe as magnificent.
Lucy was naturally quite shy so I wanted to engage her “What’s about to happen to you Lucy, I want to be sure you fully understand?” Lucy turned her head as far as it would go towards me “You’re going to spank my bottom over my tights Sir until you can see it glow red through them and then you’re going to pull down my tights and spank my bare bottom”. I confirmed she was correct and delivered the first crisp smack squarely against the centre of her right buttock, I then began in earnest alternating from one cheek to the other moving my aim to ensure that her entire bottom felt the sting of my hand over and over again. I spanked her firmly, steadily building spank on spank causing her to wriggle and draw breath through her teeth.
For me there is an intimacy when delivering a hand spanking which can never be achieved where an implement is used and as I continued to spank Lucy the contact between her body and mine was a gauge to her anguish. I could not be sure how many times my hand had met with her behind, but perhaps I had misjudged the opacity of her tights, experience told me that Lucy’s bottom should be glowing by now. I paused and asked Lucy to stand and turn away from me.
Peeling her tights down to her lower thighs I inspected her bottom, her cheeks had coloured nicely and I gave her permission to rub herself. “My bottom really stings Sir” she announced as her hands were used to quell her discomfort. I reminded her that was the intention and this was just the beginning. Moments later Lucy was back in position, this time her bare bottom was my target and would remain so until her caning.
As the spanking continued Lucy became more vocal, the drawing in of breath through her teeth was accompanied by the occasional cry of “OOOH! “and “OUCH! “ and I had to hold her firmly by the waist to help keep her in position. Her once creamy buttocks had turned deep pink and as I continued to spank her, the redness of my intention was being achieved one handprint at a time.
Eventually both buttocks glowed red and with my own palm starting to sting I ordered her to stand and face the corner with her hands on her head. I’d allow her a little respite before the next phase of her punishment. Lucy had nice hands and as I looked at them placed on her head I imagined that strapping her hands may be as satisfying as the strapping I was about to administer to her wonderful bottom.
Standing behind her I ran my hand over the contours of her cheeks feeling the warmth of her spanking “How does your bottom feel now Lucy?” I enquired. “It’s sore Sir, but I’m ready for the strap when you are Sir,” I told her to stand in front of the desk and with the restriction of her lowered tights Lucy shuffled awkwardly to position herself. “Lean forward and place your hands flat on the desk” I instructed pointing my finger to the place where I wanted her to reach.
The strapping would be given with her only slightly bent, a preference of mine when using the strap. As I picked up the strap I once again asked her to tell me what was about to happen “I’m going to get twelve of the strap across my bare bottom Sir”. I tested the strap through the air a couple of times before taking aim. The first stroke landed squarely across the centre of Lucy’s bottom, she let out a sigh but remained quite still, the next I aimed a little higher making solid contact with the top of both buttocks “AAAH” her response as she wriggled her bottom to quell her discomfort.
I continued to vary my aim, the following strokes were placed more diagonally with a mix of backhand and forehand leaving a wonderful interwoven pattern on her already sore bottom. Lucy coped well, others had acquainted her with the strap before and as the strapping progressed her reddened buttocks began to display delightful splashes of purple. With two ‘licks’ to go I stepped up the pace and laid a particularly heavy stroke across the centre of her cheeks “Ee-ow-ow” Lucy shrieked standing bolt upright and clutching her behind before returning to position quickly, doubtless wishing to avoid additional punishment.
With only the final stroke remaining my focus was the crease where bottom and thigh merge, in keeping with tradition this should be the hardest ‘lick’ and with no mercy shown, the strap struck its target with a crisp and resounding smack as leather and flesh colided “Oh sh-sh-shit, bloodyhell” cried Lucy as she thrust herself upright and clutched her behind once more. Lucy turned her head to look at me “Sorry for my language Sir, but that really hurt”.
I could have added extra ‘licks’ for this outburst and probably would have but there was a little matter of a caning yet to come. I allowed Lucy to rub her bottom before placing the velvet cushion which I often used for canings, in front of her. At my instruction Lucy pulled her tights back up and bent across the desk clutching its far edge with both hands.
The cushion rested under her belly and helped to raise her hips, presenting her tightly clad bottom to perfection. Once again I asked Lucy to describe what was going to happen. “I’m going to receive twelve strokes of the cane on my bottom over my tights Sir”. I advised Lucy she was correct and with the cane firmly in my hand I offered it to the centre of her bottom applying light taps in preparation. “Are you ready Lucy” I enquired “Yes Sir,” her reply. “I want you to count the strokes out loud for me,” once again Lucy replied “Yes Sir”. I raised the cane and brought it down firmly across the centre of her bottom. She remained composed and responded with a calm “One Sir”.
The junior cane was lighter and slightly thinner than the senior cane but I knew that it should never be underrated when in the hands of an experienced caner. Whereas the stouter senior cane imparts its bite more to the pinnacle of the cheeks, the extra pliancy of the junior cane allows it to wrap around the contours of the buttocks and its thinner ‘cut’ yields a mighty sting.
The second stroke was placed parallel to the first and slightly lower, my target area for this caning would be the lower portion of Lucy’s buttocks. Lucy drew breath through her teeth as before, responding “Two Sir”. I continued in this mode, gradually increasing the severity of each stroke until Lucy had received the first six strokes. She had taken them well and had kept acceptably still with “OOH!” and “AAH!” the height of her verbal responses.
At this halfway point I chose to examine her bottom, running my fingertips across the contours of the tightly clad target area I could tell that even the moderate strokes I had administered to this point had left their mark, to my satisfaction small raised weals traversed her buttocks and I knew that this ‘cane virgin’ was ready to reach the next level. I allowed Lucy to stand and rub her bottom for a few moments before returning to position.
Once again I offered the cane to the target area and tapped it gently. “Are you ready Lucy?” I enquired “Yes Sir, I’m ready” she replied. Drawing the cane back a little further this time I brought it down with a resounding ‘thwack’ across the lower part of her bottom “Eee-ow-ow-ow!” she wailed thrusting her head back as she did so. Lucy contorted her bottom before returning to position “Seven Sir” she eventually responded.
Without delay I delivered another similar stroke from the pliant cane “OW-AH-OW” she cried rocking from foot to foot “OH, Eight S-Sir,” her voice sounding strained. Twice more Lucy felt the burning bite of the cane across her cheeks and her vocal protests left little doubt that she wasn’t far from tears. With ten strokes given, red stripes glowed out from beneath her tights. “How does your bottom feel now Lucy?” I asked “It’s throbbing Sir, really burning too”. I rubbed her bottom feeling the swellings beneath her tights and reminded her that she had just two more strokes before her caning was over.
The penultimate stroke cracked firmly onto her tender female flesh, Lucy jolted back and grasped her bottom with both hands “OH, FUCK, .... FUCK, sorry Sir, but that really, really hurt”. Lucy managed to compose herself, “Eleven Sir,” she eventually added.
As Lucy bent over the desk for her final stroke my eyes focused once more on the crease where bottom and thigh merge, before bringing the cane down with blistering force to my intended target. The impact resembled a pistol shot, and as the anguish of the stroke became fully processed, Lucy let out a high pitched shriek before almost climbing onto the desk “Eee-ow-ow-ow!” she screeched once more clutching her behind, and as she hastily returned her hands to the desk, both buttocks were noticeably tensing and untensing at her discomfort.
Lucy remained in position as I carefully lowered her tights in order to inspect her bottom. With her bottom bared it was clear to see that each cane stroke had certainly left its print, angry raised weals adorned her cheeks and made a stimulating landscape for my fingers to explore. Easing her buttocks apart I caught my first glimpse of the day of the neat puckered surround of Lucy’s anus, imagining, as I had done many times before, the delight of slipping my swollen member into this most private of orifices.
As I imagined the tightness of the charms Lucy’s anus would afford I told myself silently that this would have to wait for another occasion. I had more work to do with Lucy before reaching such intimacy, but not wishing to ignore my appreciation for this hidden gem, I pressed the tip my thumb against this tantilising bud as my fingers strayed to become soaked in the delightful nectar that was erupting from her vagina. Lucy groaned, “Are you going to fuck me now Sir?” she asked in inviting tone.
After peeling Lucy’s tights down her legs and removing them I hastily undid my belt and lowered my own clothing. Slipping on the essential protection to my now fully swollen cock, I moved to take this luscious naked woman from behind as she remained over the desk. Fucking a freshly caned woman in this position has always held great appeal for me, and coupled with the exceptional appeal that Lucy affords, the feel of my cock sliding into her moist and welcoming chasm seemed to awaken every cell in my body. Pressing my own naked skin against her challenged bottom as I drove my penis to the hilt was bliss in itself, but as my eyes focused on the perfect skin of her back and the sight of her spine beneath, moving to the motion of my strokes, it was almost too much to take.
Feeling close to the brink almost before I had got into my stride, I chose to exert my self control, perhaps not always my strongest point, but cumming too soon would certainly spoil the moment. I reduced to moving in and out of her as slowly as I could reducing the friction, attempting to curtail my zealousness with the power of my mind until the moment thankfully passed. Lucy moaned throughout, hardly helping my cause, but with no idea when Lucy would next visit my study, it was like listening to a favourite piece of music that you want to play on and on, I just wanted this moment to ‘play on’ forever.
Gradually though, it was time to pick up the pace and soon Lucy was crying out “OH YES, KEEP FUCKING ME, WHATEVER YOU DO DON’T STOP,” she yelled, “OH GOD FUCK ME SENSELESS,” her volume perhaps equally loud to when the hardest of cane strokes had landed on her bottom. It was Lucy who now seemed close to the brink, and as I increased the pace of my thrusts the sound of my own flesh slapping against her tender buttocks created a wonderful percussion as I reached beneath her with both hands and grasped her soft and ample breasts, knowing that my own journey was nearing its end.
As my fingers teased the hard, raised buds of Lucy’s nipples she gave out her final cry as her body weakened across the desk. Lucy had reached her own crescendo, I had no doubt of that, and barely a thrust later, I too, would join her in this celebration as I felt the sweetness of my release within her.
As I stepped back, I briefly savoured the opportunity to scrutinise this naked beauty before breathlessly, she arose from the desk. The look of satisfaction on her face telling me that I had played my part well as her eyes focused on my gradually softening cock within the condom I had used. Kneeling before me she carefully slid the protection away, casting it aside before placing her hands on my own naked buttocks and squeezing them firmly as she placed a kiss on my member. I cannot deny that I enjoyed the feel of her hands on my buttocks and the touch of her lips on my cock and although, perhaps, only a small gesture it was one that would remain in my memory for a while to come.
As she rose to her feet, Lucy requested permission to leave. I nodded in agreement, my mind inevitably thinking how much I would like to begin her punishment all over again,it had been far too special to only do once, but knowing, of course, that the recovery of my desires would far outweigh the recovery of Lucy's beautiful, punished bottom.
“Thank you for taking care of my punishment Sir,” Lucy said softly and confidently as she prepared to leave. I smiled in response and watched as she collected her tights and crossed the room, my eyes captivated by the magnificence of her punished behind as she walked stiffly toward the door.
As Lucy closed the door behind her I couldn’t help but wonder how long it would be before my ‘phone would ring and I would hear her gentle tones informing me that she was in need of further punishment.I truly hope it wouldn't be too long.
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