Candy Cane
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I figured out at a rather young age that rubbing my crotch just right felt really really good. So good in fact, that I did it basically any time I got a chance. Nap time, bed time, long car rides, recess, on the bus...basically any time I was hidden from the chest down, I had my hand in my pants. It wasn't until I was 11 or 12 that I found out what I was doing was masturbating. Once I learned about the mechanics of sex, it got extra weird...I basically found anything that was remotely phallic...
MasturbationI have always loved the Christmas season. From the smell of gingerbread, the concerts, the lights, the decorations, and the hot chocolate, to the music and the joyful nature of everyone that passes you on the streets. I love the snow, and the fresh crisp smell of the outside weather, even though, like most people, I hated driving in wintery conditions. This Christmas season was like most other ones, and it started out like most others do with the concert that kicks off the Christmas Season,...
SCOTLAND 1960ST AUGUSTINE CATHOLIC GIRLS SCHOOL Miss Brown the Headmistress of ST Augustine Catholic girls school, was currently Giving a sixth former a good telling off, after she had caught her Bullying a lower forth former. Or should that be after she had caught her attempting to Bully the girl, with the aid of her Two friends, Lucy and April. Unfortunately for all three girls, Susie wong was a girl that wasn't going to be Bullied and had Unexpectedly put all three girls on their backs. Jane...
It was the end of another school day, 11th June 1968 to be precise, as Steven Coburn headed toward the main door of the school on his way home, accompanied by his classmate and best friend, Martin 'Wilks' Wilkins. “COBURN.... Come back ’ere and get in my study before you even think of going anywhere,” bellowed the rich Yorkshire tones of Mr. Fishwick the large and imposing headmaster, just as Steven was about to exit the building. Stopping in his tracks Steven turned around and looked towards...
ANOTHER ITEM FROM THE COLLECTION OF DR. STANTONThe large and often confusing collection of documents concerning the punishment of -- mostly – young ladies by caning that had originally been collected by – or at least begun by – Dr. Stanton and much later discovered in some chests hidden in the attic of a descendant, included several items that had no obvious connection with either St, Swithin’s School for Girls, or Dr. Stanton, the Headmaster. To be more precise, these documents make no...
Chapter 1With the other pupils making their way towards the dining room, Lucy scurried across the polished well-worn floorboards of the entrance hall, her head down hoping against hope that she wouldn’t be noticed. Having almost reached the seclusion of the corridor leading to the Headmaster’s study, Lucy’s hopes were somewhat thwarted as a familiar voice called out to her “You off to see Mainwaring, Lucy?” Using her soft, shoulder length brown hair as a partial shield for her face, Lucy...
SENTENCE: FIFTY STROKES OF THE CANE By Alex Tracy Holmes stood paralyzed in the prisoner's dock, shocked into completesilence. She had heard the judge, in his slightly accented English, pronouncehis decision: "Fifty strokes with the number 2 cane. Bailiffs! Take the prisoner downto the punishment room - I expect that room two will be free again now - andwill the next officer available please administer the punishment directly.Miss Holmes, I trust this will teach you to obey the laws of our...
Kate gathered the clothes for the laundry. She was a widow aged 45 and lived with her daughter Helen aged 18. Her daughter’s bedroom was quite tidy so she quickly picked up a few items and took them downstairs. It was still 1970 and washing machines were still cumbersome and she huffed and puffed as she moved her twin tub machine from under the worktop in the scullery.Kate sorted the clothes as the tub filed with water and suds. She picked up Helen’s dark blue regulation knickers – and paused....
Mrs Helen Benson was a widow and she was keen that Harry, now just 19, succeeded in his career whatever that might be. There was a problem. He had not passed his final maths exam with a good enough grade to enter university in the autumn of 1960 but there were retakes in late August which, if he passed well enough, would get him.She was having a cup of tea with her friend Mrs Liz Hill, another widow. They had much in common and were best friends. Both were very attractive 40 year olds. Mrs...
It was late August and a few days earlier I’d received good news about my A Level results. My grades were good enough for me to go to university and it wouldn’t be long before I had to pack my things and head off to the opposite end of the country.I’d decided to wander across to the amusement arcade to see if any of my friends were about as they often hung out there. In truth the Summer holidays were becoming rather boring and I was already in university mode, well, in my mind at least, as I...
This continues from where cleanliness is next to godliness finished.Finally the last girl filed past and stopped to look closely at Stella's sore looking red and striped bottom. Florence felt really sorry for Stella as she herself had been caned only a couple of hours earlier. She now realised that she had gotten a very light caning indeed compared to what she had seen Stella taking. Yes her bottom was sore but she thought to herself nowhere near as sore as what Stella's bottom must be. As she...
Margaret arrived to do the cleaning on Friday and she knew that she would be returning to the house again that evening to spend another night with Richard. She had still not made up her mind whether the caning that Richard desired would be administered on this day or whether she would postpone it until another time.Richard was determined to keep the caning at the forefront of Margaret's mind and she smiled to herself when she found a magazine opened on a page showing a young man bent over and...
SpankingCollege life was pretty crazy. Between classes, basketball (I was on a basketball scholarship) and chicks I was swamped. The hardest part was balancing the three. Because I an academically strong, I took a heavy class load (I was not on the road to the NBA...I was just using basketball to get my education for free), I was starting on the basketball team as a freshman (a rarity) and I had a few co-ed's who were usually more than eager to suck or fuck me.I am not being arrogant, but I am decent...
Debbie attended her interview at Warwick University where her boyfriend Mike was a first-year student. She had acquitted herself excellently during the interview and the professor who conducted it told her he expected that she would be a credit to the university. Miss Artur, the head of her school had given her a glowing reference and she had impressed him with her outgoing personality, academic, and sporting prowess.She was only going to be with Mike for a couple of hours as she had to get the...
SpankingTrevor Neil, aged mid-fifties, and nineteen-year-old Kelly Simpson had cemented their two-week-old sexual relationship with an afternoon and early evening of lovemaking in a hotel room. They both wanted more but getting time together was difficult because although they were next-door neighbours, Kelly's house also contained her parents, Chris and Fiona.Having twice had her bare bottom spanked over Trevor's knee, and very much liking it, Kelly had asked him to acquire a cane to use on her. He...
MatureTO CANE A NEIGHBOUR he was born in 1957 and over the years developed an interest (perhaps an obsession) with spanking and especially caning since way back, in fact he said; “I guess the first time I can definitely attach a date to this ‘obsession’ was 1967. My elder sister (6 years older than me, she in the seniors and me in the juniors) went to the same school and at the end of one lunch break I saw my sister’s best friend, Sandra Fletcher, standing outside the Headmaster’s study sobbing...
Been working hard to get more out so I'm posting two this time. Again please rate and review and let me know you like it. Drop me a mail but only about the stories. I"m not looking to chat, cyber or hook up so don't waste your time unless your fetish is rejection and the bottom of my delete bin. LOL I will try to answer any other mails however so drop me a line. Coming soon as promised, something about Baron. Drop me a mail and tell me who's your favorite and one lucky reader will find...
Introduction: Silk enjoys the local BDSM Club for the first time. Dear Readers, Been working hard to get more out so Im posting two this time. Again please rate and review and let me know you like it. Drop me a mail but only about the stories. Im not looking to chat, cyber or hook up so dont waste your time unless your fetish is rejection and the bottom of my delete bin. LOL I will try to answer any other mails however so drop me a line. Coming soon as promised, something about Baron. Drop me...
We meet Sally at the airlock, where she pointed out to me that she had a communicator so that I could call her if I needed to and visa versa. She also said that while she was on the bridge the ships communications system had received a message from the Lois. The Lois was underway to our rendezvous point, wherever that was. Somehow I knew that Sally had plotted an intercept point that would be accurate to 19 digits. Sally also said that the maintenance tasks were complete. We entered the...
"Not too hard with the cane," Mike instructed Amanda. "I don't want any broken skin." Amanda started lightly swishing the cane against the back of Brandi's thighs. Pulling her arm back to the shoulder she let fly the first real stroke. Brandi heard the whoosh of the cane, she paused a second after it had landed before letting out a blood curdling scream. Never before in her young life had she felt such intense pain. The whippings Michael had given her were nothing compared to the sting...
It was Friday morning and Gina and Ryan were chatting at the breakfast table prior to her day at work and his at school. With it being a Friday, the evening would lead to a weekend of incestuous sex but would also very likely involve physical punishment of some kind with Gina. On this occasion, her being on the receiving end almost a certainty.Gina, who had been born in Italy but moved to England with her family when in her early teens, had never told her son that she had received a caning at...
IncestAs the sun rose above the rooftops of the houses on the opposite side of the street, I was awoken by a bright shaft of light which speared through the gap between my curtains and onto my face. I turned my head to glance at the clock on my bedside cabinet and saw that it was only 6.50am, a full forty minutes before my alarm clock was due to go off. My cock was rock hard, it often was when I awoke and with an image of Miss Bush in all her naked glory projecting through my mind, I wondered if I’d...
Mike knew his wife since they were at school together. She'd been the most striking of girls, and there wasn't a boy in the school who wouldn't have relished calling her their partner. Melissa had been seventeen and he was just a couple of months her junior.They were both been captains of their houses, very popular with their peers and teachers alike. Although he'd never dated Melissa, she captivated him and he often imagined thrusting his cock inside her pussy while he was wanking in...
SpankingThe Sugar Cane Plantation - Chapter 5 She began to feel regret at having put a thoroughly spent and exhausted June to bed with her husband. The whole evening had been a sexual thrill– an emotional dynamo as she experienced the rush of being in control, of hearing her friend and lover scream from her soul. True, she had allowed herself a few quite pleasant orgasms during the course of the evening, but her pussy still felt swollen and needy. She decided there might be some benefits to...
I was taking a risk with the undies because as I’m sure you’ll remember (strange how men seem to remember these things) my uniform called for me to be wearing plain cotton knickers in dark bottle green and although a plain bra was acceptable, what I was wearing was not what could readily be described as ‘plain’. The reason for this infringement of school rules? The usual of course! After school I had a hot date with a rendezvous on the back row of the cinema. I was looking forward to...
NIKITA EARNS REAL SPANKING A Cane for Cuffs ? 2006 Wolfwerks Tina was trying to be good. It was not working. The crop whistled and caught her at the lower part of her bottom, just where her ass cheeks turned into thighs. Her ass quavered, sending the jolt up her kneeling body. The tidal wave of curious pain traveled up her torso, shaking her firm breasts (juggling them piquantly), turning her knuckles white on the steel railing she was holding desperately and reaching her mouth. She...
Santa spanks Taylor & Hangs a Candy Cane In Her Bottom.Taylor was home for Christmas from college and she was in their bedroom for a long winter’s night. Not a creature was stirring her family away but pretty coed had decided to stay.As Taylor had made merry and cheer. Little did Taylor know it was the condition of her cute rear she should fear?Her pretty long brown shimmery hair swished and swayed from side to side displaying her round shapely bottom packed tight into her blue jeans and bust...
Mr Spencer put off the inevitable meeting with Meg for as long as possible.Meg was a pretty young thing , very much like her Mother except that Henry knew Sally had always been a prick teaser and slut and Meg had never been fucked as far as he could tell. He had looked at her cunt only the day before and she whilst her cunt gaped quiet openly rumour had it that Meg didn’t “put out”.Meg had forgotten her homework and had to be caned but according to her Mother she had forgotten it again!“What...
Four full days had passed since my caning from Miss Bush, and four full days had passed since I had last masturbated. This was without doubt my longest period of abstinence since I had discovered the pleasures of this immensely pleasurable, yet sometimes frowned upon, pastime. Being caned naked by a beautiful woman was embarrassing enough in itself, but somehow I seemed to have the fortitude to overcome that. My dear old grandmother often used the expression 'What goes around comes around,' and...
M/FAna and I had formed a relationship by now, after being found out by her boyfriend. We decided to take a weekend retreat to a hotel room. It was December, Christmas time.The weather was cold and icy. We lay on a bed together, flipping channels, trying to decide when to start fucking. I had a surprise for her. I bought her a present, a foot long one inch diameter candy cane. Neither she, not I, expected us to take the turn we did.We made out, embracing each other's warmth in the cold weather....
Anwar Sheikh sat under a shady Neem tree on the banks of an irrigation canal, feeling rather tired and a little bored.He looked around at the fields of sugar cane and occasional clump of date palm trees without interest.His company car was parked at some distance from him under a tree, on a dirt track that ran parallel to the canal. His driver had flipped the hood to let the engine cool down, and was taking a nap in the shade.Anwar at 27 was a sales representative for a large agro?Chemical...
“Bradley just left,” I whisper cautiously into the phone and then return the receiver to its base. As quickly as my legs could carry me, I run into the shower and wash my husband’s scent from my body – inside and out. I towel off and rub a handful of strawberry-scented lotion onto my skin. Gleefully, I skip back into my marital bed and cover my naked body with soft ivory sheets. And I wait for him. I can’t believe I’m really doing this . . . I met my husband at a fetish party five years...
BDSMCandy met Martha at a friend's party. She had noticed Martha moving around the room. Everyone else seemed to notice Martha too. It was, she mused, not only because of Martha's generous proportions -- but also because of her easy laugh, booming voice and the animated way she flung her arms and head when chatting. You could see Martha was accustomed to being noticed and she did nothing to make herself any less the centre of attention by her style of dress, which was a loud floral clingy number...
Sugar Cane Revisited – The Prologue Obviously this adventure had to end sooner or later. Our host of characters can’t simply hang out on an island hideaway forever. As was pointed out, jobs and mortgages and all the other shit await!! Where will we go form here? Since much of this is pure fantasy, why not play with another fantasy that we all have from time to time. The fantasy of leaving it all behind. The fantasy that made that country song “Take this Job and Shove it”...
This Fictional Story is written by Jennifer Jones and contains explicit sexual material and situations involving consenting Adults No reference to u******e persons is intended or implied. No reference to real Persons dead or alive is intended or implied. I was sitting on the terrace under the cabana by the pool, reading one of my favorite erotic novels. When I read like this I put it inside a Business Reports magazine so Daddy won’t suspect anything. I was particularly aroused this day...
MORE STORIES OF SHARON CANE I SUPPOSE I SOULD START AT THE BEGINNING, HOW DID I BECOME SUCH A SLUT GIRL CALLED SHARO CANE. I WAS GOING OUT WITH A REAL GIRL CALLED TRICIA, I HAD KNOWN HER SINCE WE WERE AT SCHOOL & I WAS ALWAYS WANKING ABOUT HER AS I USED TO SEE HER DRESSED IN HER SCHOOLGIRL UNIFORM...MMMmm SHE USED TO WEAR SUCH A LOVELY PLEATED SKIRT. AFTER WE HAD BEEN TOGETHER FO A SHORT WHILE, SHE USED TO PRICK TEASE ME SOMETHING MERCLESSLY, OCCASSIONLY WANKING ME OFF AS SHE WOULD TELL ME...
Sugar Cane Plantation – The Epilog Sugar Cane Revisited – The Prologue Obviously this adventure had to end sooner or later. Our host of characters can't simply hang out on an island hideaway forever. As was pointed out, jobs and mortgages and all the other shit await!! Where will we go form here? Since much of this is pure fantasy, why not play with another fantasy that we all have from time to time. The fantasy of leaving it all behind. The fantasy that made that country song "Take...
Candy Pink By Barbi Satin Chapter 1 Life pretty much sucked. I was the son of Ralph and Cindy Cassella. They named me Ralph Junior and my dad was thrilled to have a son he could raise to live out his past glory. My dad wasn't a bad guy and never abused me but I knew he was disappointed. He worked as a contractor in the present but he still lived in his glory days of High School. Dad was an all-state full back on the football team in the fall and the best hitter on the baseball...
Introduction: Another threesome with Candy, per request of a friend. As you tilt your head back to finish the rest of your beer, you notice the dark sky above is scattered with stars. They are kind-of hard to see through the rising steam coming from the hot water bubbling around you. Candys giggle brings your head back down and you notice she is holding a fresh opened beer out to you. Smiling at her, you take the cold bottle, with beads of water dripping down the sides, and hand her the empty...
"Can I cane you?""What?" I asked, nearly spilling my coffee."Can I give you a caning?""What, like a..."Sarah put down her coffee, leaned forward. Her red curls tickled my face, and she whispered, "With a stick, on your bare bottom, like a naughty boy."She sat back and raised her eyebrows at me with a nervous smile."Why would I... I'm not sure a crowded cafe is the place to discuss-""Walk me home. I'll pay for the coffees."Without waiting for a response, she got up and headed for the counter. I...
SpankingI looked out the window at the freshly fallen snow. Up and down the street the houses were all decorated for the season. Santa's and reindeer on the roofs, Nativity scenes in front yards, outside trees strung with lights and inside trees shining through windows. Holiday spirit was everywhere, everywhere but in my house. I turned from the window and took in the scene. The tree lying on the floor, shards of glass from broken light bulbs and shattered Christmas ornaments. I suppose I should have...
When you get to be my age, birthdays come and go. Except when you live with a very sexy, wild, and much younger woman. I have been fortunate to be quite well off, and probably that's why my girlfriend, Candy, is even with me. That’s a story for another day. When one is rich, people flock to you. I love to spoil women and they like to spoil me. It's a win-win situation.I met up with Candy when I was at a convention in Atlantic City. I was staying at the Golden Nugget. Candy was at a blackjack...
MatureCandy’s giggle brings your head back down and you notice she is holding a fresh opened beer out to you. Smiling at her, you take the cold bottle, with beads of water dripping down the sides, and hand her the empty bottle. She swims back to the other side of the tub to throw it away. Her bare ass slips out of the water as she leans out, and you lean back and sip the ice cold Bud Light, watching the water sliding off her tight, tan ass. At of the corner of your eye, you notice Alison, Candy’s...
Candy for candy In her private moments, she referred to herself aloud, in the first person, as candy. She sashayed around her beachfront apartment adorned in a Rydell High cheerleader uniform, saddle shoes and of course, a color coordinated frilly apron, wrapped snuggly around her shrinking waist. Mistress was perched in a director's chair in the corner of the living room, out of sight from the sliding doors that opened up to the semi-private veranda. As she daintily feather...
Okay, I admit it. I am one of those guys who would like to see his wife with another man and to anyone else the reason I want to see it would probably make absolutely no sense. But what the hell, there are times it makes absolutely no sense to me either, but for twenty-two years I have wanted it, my wife knows I want it (but not why and I don't ever intend that she ever finds out) and for ten years now she has been saying "maybe some day." The story starts almost two years before I met...
“May I be excused now Miss?” The time was now exactly a quarter to four – his appointment with the Headmaster was in ten minutes. Miss Sheighal had just finished chalking up on the blackboard the piece to be translated into French for homework. “And what makes you think you can sneak off early Brown?” she challenged jokily and then wandered over to Jason Brown’s desk. He handed her the plain white envelope which contained his formal notification of punishment. As she read it Jason watched...
Candy Finally, it was going to happen! For years, Candy had imagined planning an awesome pool party, but something always got in the way; family vacations,… Candy Finally, it was going to happen! For years, Candy had imagined planning an awesome pool party, but something always got in the way; family vacations, summer school, lack of friends, the weather; something. Now, however, everything seemed to be falling into place. Mr. and Mrs. Emerson had moved out near the desert in California...
Incest"Hi there young man, it has been so long since I have seen you. How are you doing after losing your parents so tragically? It must have been such an awful blow to you. I've been hoping you would stop by sometime so I could tell you how sorry I am. Your Mom and I were such great friends. She was like a daughter to me you know, and you dear man, are still my grandson." "Mrs. Henderson. It is good to see you too. I'm sorry I don't come to see you more often. I will stop next time I come...
I'm not talking that bullshit you read in porn mags where you just bring yourself as close to orgasm as you can then back off. I'm talking full-on ejaculations. There's something about my dick where it doesn't go all sensitive after I've cum. It stays hard. Rock hard. And so long as I keep on fucking or having it sucked or stroked or whatever, I can cum as many times as I want. You could say Candy's a cumslut. She loves it in her pussy, on her boobs, in her mouth, on...
I'm not talking that bullshit you read in porn mags where you just bring yourself as close to orgasm as you can then back off. I'm talking full-on ejaculations. There's something about my dick where it doesn't go all sensitive after I've cum. It stays hard. Rock hard. And so long as I keep on fucking or having it sucked or stroked or whatever, I can cum as many times as I want. You could say Candy's a cumslut. She loves it in her pussy, on her boobs, in her mouth, on...
I'm not talking that bullshit you read in porn mags where you just bring yourself as close to orgasm as you can then back off. I'm talking full-on ejaculations. There's something about my dick where it doesn't go all sensitive after I've cum. It stays hard. Rock hard. And so long as I keep on fucking or having it sucked or stroked or whatever, I can cum as many times as I want. You could say Candy's a cumslut. She loves it in her pussy, on her boobs, in her mouth, on...
Introduction:Four horny men, alcohol, a poker party, and a scantily clad teenage girl - what could possibly go wrong?I still can’t believe it happened. My buddies and me gangbanged my teen daughter and now I can’t decide what to do now. I guess it depends on how Candy, my daughter, reacts when she wakes up. Right now she’s still asleep in my bed on the cum soaked sheets, some of it still leaking out of her, while I’m nursing one of the worst hangovers of my life. I guess I should explain what...
Candy's Taste Test by dale10 ([email protected])***They were up in Candy's bedroom after school, while Candy's mom was at work. Jordon always liked it when Candy's mom was home, because he was a vain 18 year old jock stud who loved the way the horny divorced bitch stared at his bulging crotch.He would lean against the kitchen counter so his fucker pushed out, and he would watch the middle? aged cougar drool and wet her panties. But he had to be careful that Candy didn't get jealous....
I didn't want to be a cowboy, but I certainly wanted one to fuck me. So, to honor those sojourners of the dusty trails I wrote this.When settlers in the 1870's first used "dude," to refer to pasty-faced Easterners coming to The Rockies, they took notice of men with a distinguishable lilt (I have no doubt), of men with a different spring in their step, of men who had secrets settlers didn't know, and of men Rocky Mountain cowboys would never suspect.A 2K Easterner, I differed from my ancestors...
Gay MaleStruggling slightly cur eased his rock hard cock against the sheets. Bound hand and foot he knew he should remain still or he would strop and cum before Mistress Reana returned. She had met him at the door after work instructing him to strip; blindfolded him and led him forward, remaining silent until they stopped walking. 'Kneel.' 'Yes, Mistress.' His wrists had been fastened behind him and her hand had guided his head forward until his nose and mouth were enveloped by her wet, warm...
So I took a refreshing shower, put on some PJ bottoms, and padded downstairs to get something to eat. Before I even got to the kitchen, I could smell the bacon cooking. Candy was making breakfast? That’s another milestone, I thought to myself. “Smells good.” I said as I walked in to find her in front of the stove. She was wearing an old threadbare night shirt that was a couple of sizes too small for her. It barely covered her ass and on top hung from her tits like they were coat hooks. I...
Candy started crying as she threw her phone. Candy broke up with her fiance started going around the office. As the gossip spread, word got to the office manager. Beth came over and asked if she could help. Wiping her tears Candy asked, does everyone know. Taking her hand Beth said come with me. I'm alright, she said. Pulling her up Beth said, let's get out of here for a while. Grabbing her coat Beth lead her to the elevator. Going down Candy leaned on Beth and started crying again. What you...
It was a gorgeous summer afternoon in Ann Arbor Michigan. The temperature was well into the mid 80’s. Candy was laying out on her padded lounge chair rubbing the tanning lotion into her legs. She wore her new bikini. David helped her pick it out at Macy’s. He loved seeing her wear sexy revealing clothes and the tiny little bikini was no exception. Cindy’s husband David worked in one of the laboratories for a small research company at the University of Michigan. Married for five years and...