Old Before His Time Revisited
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Enuka Njoko was a fifty-three-year-old woman who was born in Nigeria but had moved to London with her mother and father when she was aged eight. When Enuka was sixteen, her father left home to live with another woman which meant that her mother, Omotola, had the task of bringing up and controlling the increasingly headstrong teenager.
By the time that Enuka was seventeen, her mother was finding that words and threats were not enough and she acquired a cane which she promptly applied to her daughter's bare buttocks. This shocked Enuka enough for her to behave for a while but after a few weeks, a further serious transgression brought a second dose of the cane.
This second caning had the short-term desired effect of improving her behaviour but after a while, Enuka again became almost uncontrollable so the cane was again put to use. This process went on with intermittent beatings with Enuka now aged eighteen and at work.
The canings were severe and almost invariably ended with Enuka in tears but after the very early beatings, she found more and more that as she nursed her recently flogged backside she would get more and more sexually aroused and with her arse still tingling her fingers would be in her cunt masturbating herself to orgasm. Although she would not admit it to herself sometimes, subconsciously, she would provoke a caning just so that she could get the thrill of the orgasm later that evening.
What turned out to be the last caning that Omotola gave to her daughter was when Enuka was aged nineteen and she really thrashed her bare bottom leaving the young woman on her bed howling and rubbing her arse cheeks. That night Enuka came so hard that she did not think that she would ever stop cumming.
Not too long after that caning, but not because of it, Enuka moved out of the home that she was sharing with her mother and into a two-bedroom flat with a girl of similar age to her that she worked with.
Over the next few years, Enuka would have sexual relationships with both males and females but none of them was longterm. When she was in her thirties, she did live with a lesbian lover for a number of months but once that relationship ended, she was back to short-term or even one nightly encounters with both sexes.
Although she did orgasm from time to time, more likely with a female tongue in her cunt than a penis, she was never able to replicate the sexual euphoria that she used to get after a caning from her mother. She did sometimes think about discussing the possibility of getting a caning with her lover of the time but the nearest that she got to it was getting spanked by the lesbian lover that she had when she was in her thirties.
So now, aged fifty-three, she was alone and her thoughts kept going back more frequently to those post caning feelings and although she masturbated to orgasm it was nothing like the feeling that she used to get with her arse tingling.
At the time when Enuka lived with and got caned by her mother, the lady in the terraced house next door was of West Indian origin and then aged in her early thirties. The lady was named Regina Small and she was unmarried and had sexual leanings towards females. Her bedroom was next to Enuka's and as the walls were relatively thin she would occasionally pick up the sound of cane being applied to buttock and the resulting howl from the teenage girl.
Regina was well acquainted with the caning of a teenage girls bottom because her own mother had frequently beat her from when she was sixteen and had done so until she was twenty-one-years-old. Regina had, over those years with her mother, also found that she got sexually aroused sometimes during but mostly after a hiding and she would relieve that sexual tension with her fingers. She would also furiously masturbate if she heard young Enuka Njoko taking a caning.
Unlike Enuka, Regina actually did something about replicating her post caning feelings either with a female lover of the time, if she could find one agreeable to doing it, or by visiting a lady that specialised in beating female backsides.
Regina was now aged sixty-six but she still had a lady that would visit her in her home and cane her large bare arse before leaving her with her fingers or a sex toy to work her vagina as the sting from her backside spread throughout her body.
Enuka and Regina had not seen each other for close to ten years and even when they were neighbours they had never discussed caning, although the older woman had often thought of talking to Enuka about it, especially if she saw her walking stiffly the morning after hearing the cane being applied. Although Enuka did not know for sure that her punishment could be heard next door she certainly imagined that it could be so she tried to avoid Regina's eyes if her buttocks had recently felt the cane.
Enuka was sat on a bus when a possibly slightly overweight lady of West Indian extraction plonked her big bottom next to her and the two women glanced at each other and a flicker of recognition crossed both of their faces.
"Enuka?" Said the West Indian lady.
"Yes, Regina, I thought it was you, how are you?" Replied the younger woman.
"Fine, thank you. How are you, it has been a few years," responded the other woman.
"Yes, five years or more I reckon, time flys, I am fine too thanks," replied Enuka.
They chatted for a while but Enuka's stop was rapidly approaching, so they exchanged mobile phone numbers and agreed to meet sometime to catch up.
That night Regina's thoughts went back thirty-odd years to the sound of a teenage girl getting a thrashing from her mother and then further still to her own backside on fire as her own mother beat her. Seeing Regina took Enuka's thoughts back too to the time when she would be removing her knickers on her mother's instructions prior to getting her arse caned.
They did get in contact and they did meet for a coffee and chatted generally about old times. Regina knew from a previous meeting that Omotola had remarried and moved to the north of England but she now found out that Enuka's contact with her mother was minimal.
Regina had always intended to get the conversation onto Enuka's teenage canings and now was the chance, "I always thought that your mother was too strict with you," she said.
Enuka was not certain that her former neighbour was talking about the canings so asked, "In what way?"
"Well I heard her whipping you sometimes," replied Regina.
"Oh, you did? I often wondered if you heard that," said a slightly embarrassed Enuka.
"Yes, she certainly seemed to lay it on just like my mother did with me," said Regina who felt a slight hint of dampness between her legs because of the way that the conversation was going.
"Your mother caned you?" Asked Enuka although there was no reason why she should have been surprised because it would have been forty years or more previously.
"She certainly did. Can I ask you something Enuka?" Said an increasingly aroused Regina.
"Yes, of course, anything," replied Enuka although she was not sure where the conversation was heading.
"Did you, um, ever get any pleasure from getting caned, because I did?" Asked Regina who added the last part as a sort of afterthought to try to relax her ex-neighbour a bit.
"Not while she was caning me but later that day, I, um..." started Enuka who then thought that she was saying too much.
"Me too, the canings really hurt but, fuck, it turned me on later," said the older woman.
Enuka was slightly shocked by hearing this sixty-something woman say 'fuck' but she was starting to feel aroused as her mind went back and she almost blurted, "I have never been so turned on since."
"Really? Have you not been caned since?" asked Regina.
"No, of course not. Have you?" said an incredulous Enuka.
"Yes, lots of times and, in fact, I have a lady who visits me now to whip my ass."
Now the younger woman really was incredulous, "You are joking, you must be sixty or more."
"Sixty-six and it still makes me cum so fucking hard," replied Regina.
"Hell, Regina, that amazes me," said Enuka whose mind was racing.
"Would you like me to ask her to give you a whipping too?" Asked Regina who could see the younger woman's obvious interest.
"I have often thought that I would like another caning but I am not sure," said a slightly hesitant Enuka.
"She is coming to visit me in about two weeks. I can ask her to give you a hiding too. You can stay the night," suggested Regina.
"I will think about it, I will let you know," replied Enuka but both women deep down knew what her decision would be.
Sure enough, with Regina already having spoken to her 'lady' about the possibility of caning a second woman, Enuka phoned Regina to confirm that she would take a beating to see if her teenage orgasms could be replicated.
Enuka was at Regina's house and had been shown the bedroom that would be hers for the night and quite possibly the room where she would receive her caning. At a previously agreed time, Regina's doorbell rang and a quite formidable looking woman of about sixty was shown in.
"Enuka, this is Miss Eileen Bothwick," said Regina introducing the solidly built woman to her younger friend.
"Pleased to meet you, ma'am," said Enuka slightly nervously as she held her hand out but the offered hand was ignored.
"I am not interested in pleasantries, I am here to give you and Miss Small here a sound thrashing," said Miss Bothwick who then addressed Regina, "Where am I to administer the punishments?"
"Me in my bedroom as usual and Miss Njoko in the spare bedroom, please ma'am," replied Regina.
"Right, you will go to your respective rooms, remove your lower clothing and place yourselves on the beds with two pillows under your midriffs whilst I collect my cane from my car," instructed Miss Bothwick.
This was no surprise to Regina because that was how she normally received her caning, with Eileen Bothwick letting herself out after the administration of the beating, but Enuka stood for a moment letting the fact that she was soon to be receiving her first caning in thirty-four years sink in.
Eileen had gone to fetch her cane and Regina hurried Enuka along saying, "She will not like it if we are not ready when she gets upstairs."
Enuka followed Regina up the stairs and as Regina closed the door to her room Enuka thought that she should do the same. She hurriedly removed her jeans and knickers and caught a glimpse of her rounded bare buttocks in the mirror giving her the realisation that quite soon those buttocks will be receiving a cane.
She was on the bed with the pillows under her middle and her arse prominent, as was Regina in her room, as she heard Miss Bothwick coming up the stairs and she wondered which room she would enter first. Enuka heard Regina's door open but not close so it seemed that her hostess was to be caned first and that fact was confirmed a short while later when she heard a loud SWISH, THWACK from along the landing.
There did not seem to be any verbal reaction from Regina nor was there as the sound of cane meeting buttocks continued at irregular intervals. Enuka was sort of counting the strokes whilst not really doing so but sometimes there were two or three rapid strokes and sometimes a long gap between strokes.
By now the number of strokes must have been in double figures and there was now some verbal reaction from Regina as the cane lashed her big arse. SWISH, THWACK, SWISH, THWACK. It went on and Enuka was aware of the wetness between her legs caused by hearing her friend taking a flogging along with her anticipation of her own.
Regina was now groaning loudly although not crying out and the stroke count must have been nearly twenty when another SWISH, THWACK, did bring a cry of anguish from the other bedroom. Four further strokes followed, each accompanied by a yelp from Regina, and then there was almost silence apart from the sound of loud sobbing.
Enuka felt her buttocks give an involuntary twitch because they seemed to sense that very soon they would be receiving the cane and that moment got closer as the bedroom door opened and Regina's sobs could be heard more clearly.
Enuka had her head buried in the bedclothes and her eyes shut but a firm female voice demanded, "Look at me, girl."
Enuka opened her eyes and turned her head to see Eileen Bothwick bending a vicious looking cane between her hands, "I understand that your mother used to thrash you. I am about to remind you of those thrashings," she said as she stepped forward and placed the cane across Enuka's buttocks.
The cane was raised and Enuka's whole body tensed as she braced herself before SWISH, THWACK, the first cane stroke that she had received in thirty-four years lashed her arse. She was just starting to react to that when a second and then a third stroke landed and she was wondering what she had let herself in for as the heat from the three strokes spread across her backside.
After some delay, Miss Bothwick lashed a fourth stroke down followed by two more and Enuka was now crying out because, unlike Regina's, her buttocks were not used to such treatment. Enuka squirmed and clenched and unclenched her cheeks as stroke after stroke cracked against them.
In the bedroom further down, Regina's cunt was wet as she cupped her own caned buttocks whilst listening to her friend getting her arse whipped.
Enuka had no idea how many strokes she had taken but she came to realise that the thrashing had apparently finished because Miss Bothwick turned and left the room with the cane under her arm leaving the howling Enuka and her on fire arse.
The front door closed which indicated that Eileen Bothwick had departed having administered two thrashings to two women that had requested and craved them.
By now, Regina was fingering herself as the heat from her latest caning spread to other parts of her body but Enuka was not yet feeling the sexual aspect of her beating because all that she was really aware of was her extremely sore arse and she could not remember if her mother's thrashings had hurt this much.
The crying Enuka heard a sudden, "Yessss, fuck, oh yes," as Regina came and soaked her thighs with her fingers between her legs and that transferred Enuka's thoughts to her own very moist vagina and her fingers followed her thoughts.
It was as though she was now a nineteen-year-old with a recently caned bottom and a throbbing cunt as she furiously masturbated herself and with her eyes closed tight, she concentrated on the feelings coming from her buttocks and her cunt. She felt the orgasm approaching but when it hit it really was sensational. "Shit, shit, oh fuck, oh fuck," wailed Enuka as she writhed on the bed in ecstasy with her fingers still working her now drenched cunt. She had had her best cum in over thirty years and as she gradually regained her senses she was aware of the totally naked and grinning Regina standing in the doorway.
"Seems like you enjoyed that, honey," the actually rather attractive West Indian woman said.
And the still shaking Enuka replied, "Fuck yes, it was amazing."
"Would you like to take the rest of your clothes off and come and join me in my bed?" Asked Regina who was now cupping her very large tits.
Although Enuka had had lesbian thoughts and some experiences, as a nineteen-year-old they had not included her then neighbour but looking at this very well built woman all these years later and being in the afterglow of a sound caning and a monumental orgasm, she thought how fucking sexy she was.
Enuka had been on her front since positioning herself there prior to the caning but as she started to move to get off the bed the stinging from her buttocks really caught her, "Fuck, my arse hurts," she said as she put a hand to her right cheek.
"Well why don't you let Auntie Regina kiss your lovely bottom better, then, sweetie?" Asked the woman still stood in the doorway.
"Only if I can kiss yours," replied a smiling Enuka who slowly got off the bed and fixed her eyes on the swaying buttocks of sixty-six-year-old Regina Small. Enuka took off her remaining clothing as requested and followed Regina to her bedroom where the two women locked in a tongue swapping kiss.
As often happens with snogging hands naturally go to the other's buttocks but when Enuka absent-mindedly gripped Regina's substantial arse cheeks the older woman, not surprisingly, let out a squeal and the two women then burst out laughing.
They were both very aware of their very sore backsides as well as being aware of their tingling cunts and they were soon on Regina's bed with her starting to try to kiss Enuka's bottom better. Enuka really did have a shapely bottom and she was loving the feeling of Regina's lips and tongue gently brushing it although it would take a lot more than that the make the stinging of the multiple cane strokes disappear. What Regina was doing, however, was certainly taking her mind off her throbbing backside and diverting her thoughts to her throbbing cunt.
Very soon the women found themselves in the sixty-nine position with Enuka on top and both were getting their wet cunts expertly tongued and both quite rapidly approached and reached orgasm.
The two women spent the night cuddling each other and there was more lovemaking in the morning before they had breakfast, with them both standing up. Enuka returned home later that day although she declined the option of sitting down whilst travelling on the underground train. At home that night she reflected on the previous days caning and the orgasm that followed it together with reflecting on the wonderful sex that she had had with Regina.
The two women stayed in touch and quite frequently made love and the point was reached that Regina asked Enuka to come and live with her but Enuka, rather reluctantly, declined. Not because she did not want to but because she wanted to retain her own property. They continued to have sex and occasionally, Miss Eileen Bothwick and her cane would visit to further remind Enuka of her teenage canings - and orgasms.
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I woke up with a bit of a hangover and a smile plastered across my face. I could smell sex in my room, and my mind replayed video tidbits of the previous evening. Lori and I had done body shots and had enjoyed each other in a vigorous bout of drunken-tequila-girl-sex. She’d asked me for a favor before she left, and I had agreed. Tonight we were planning on double-teaming her boyfriend, Mark. He was blissfully unaware, and the thought sent a quiver of anticipation through my pussy. I eased my...
Introduction: After a long separation, Mark showed me new things… I hope you all enjoyed my story of the first time I had with a guy. As I stated in the end of that story, we continued that relationship for a year or so. Mark then got into some trouble and my parents would not allow me to hang out with him. He got sent to a juvenile home for a while. This story picks back up around a year after his trouble when I was out riding my bike behind the church we both attended. Mark rode up to me. It...
This is a revised version of a story that I based on ‘The Guitar’ story. I hope you like it. I hope it produces the effect we all crave. Love to know! I remember the day I walked unexpected into your living room, late on a Sunday afternoon. I felt a delicious glow in the pit of my stomach, and as I opened the door to enter your house, your music enveloped me, surrounding me in a mantle of acoustic beauty that could only be surpassed by joy of your radiant smile and the sight of your body moving...
Given recent events (and the fact that it has been frankly a disgraceful length of time since I’ve blogged) I think it would be a good opportunity to update you all. Please do not be mistaken in assuming that because I haven’t blogged, I haven’t been ‘playing’, as that it not the case … at all! Also please don’t think that if you were one of those… erm… ‘players’ that you were in anyway ‘unblog-worthy’ because that may not be the case either (… may not). Unsurprisingly, one of my...
Seeing my wife cum in front of other people was a huge turn on for me. Seeing my window splashed by her cum and then she licks it off. I had a hard time not taking my wife right there. We finally made it to the doctors office. I was very anxious about this exam. The nurse led us to the examination room. She sat my wife down on the exam table. Asking her routine questions. She took her blood pressure and used her stethoscope. I loved watching her use the stethoscope on my wife. The way she...
After leaving college, I got a job and moved into my own two-bedroom flat, not far from my parents. It is the case with me that I am nearly always horny and sometimes I work myself into a sexual frenzy which was what happened recently.I came home from work and was desperate to get down to some serious rubbing of my sopping wet cunt. No sooner had I walked through the door when my jeans were off and I buried two fingers inside myself. As I often did, I put the videos I had recorded of my student...
VoyeurIt was a very warm night at the Litton School for Girls. The school sat on the edge of a small, isolated town that many former students had decided to settle in. The school itself was for women from the ages of eighteen to twenty one. They were instructed on the proper way to behave in society. Though the U.S. was beginning a sexual revolution, the school functioned the same way in 1961 as it had it 1901. The instructors, taking a cue from the school's headmistress, neither discouraged nor...
Mind ControlWe slipped away from your friends to the parking lot, leaving the smoky bar behind us. You were a hot mess of tipsy giggles and flirty hair swishes, and I was bound by your feminine spells. I chased you through a maze of parked cars, copping little feels of your generous behind as you ran. You wore tight, black jeans and a red tank top. The jeans did their best to corral your hips and ass but a defiant bit of love handle refused to be tamed. You twirled around to feign a defense against my...
College Sex(Idea by hazmidia) As she lay strapped to the bed, she had no idea what was going to happen, then she saw the scientist strap himself onto a bed next to hers. Suddenly she found herself in that bed, but as she looked around realised that she had swapped places, and now the scientist was in her body, and she was in his. The machine had swapped their brains around, at first she panicked, but then she realised that she could have a lot of fun here. If his body, with her brain, was released, she...
My name is Mike Kirkman and this is another chapter in the continuing saga of Lawan as told in the stories "Tightly Thai'd, Part I and II" found elsewhere on this site. If you haven't read them, I invite you to read them to catch up on our adventures! But just to recap, I met Lawan on a business trip to Singapore, where she was given to me as a gift from my client there. We spent four wonderful days together before I was to leave to return to the States. Because of her culture, she would have...
BDSMFollowing on from our first meeting with Gordon and Sandra we did meet up again on a couple of occasions. These were almost always last minute meets. On the first occasion we had arranged to meet some old friends who had to cry off at the last minute. Sandra had messaged us on the off chance late on the previous evening and we were delighted to accept. On another occasion Joe was working in the area and Gordon invited him over for a mid afternoon MMF session with Sandra, the juicy details of...
After what seemed to be a lifetime hubby and I finally made our way to Italy. It was a fantastic trip starting in the south and working our way up some six weeks. I must say and doing so is a bit of a surprise, it was Venice that left the biggest impression on us. Rome has it’s history and Florence was so refined but it was the sexual energy we felt in Venice that had us dying to return to. Our first trip was taken with longtime friends, I’d call them our closest still today but what lacks is...
It was the summer after my freshmen year of college. In between soaking up the sun and taking trips in the city, I stayed in contact with both Alana and James. Unfortunately though, I hadn't gotten to see either of them again. Of course we flirted and sent naughty pics through texts, but I hadn't felt James's big cock filling up my pussy or Alana's tongue teasing my clit since the last time we met up. That didn't stop me from fantasizing about it though. Many a time I found myself waking up hot...
SeductionI boarded the train at Hastings, as I do three days a week, heading back from class. Backpack slung over my shoulder, Tweed sports coat, complete with leather elbow patches and worn but not ratty looking jeans completing my ensemble. Such is the life of this twenty-something part time collegian. As I entered the car, a smile crossed my face as I scanned the interior for a seat. There she was! Auburn hair in a short, tight do, looking prim and proper, fitting in with the rest of the commuter...
Quickie SexOpen your eyes. What do you see? Your round, dark pupils float just above a shimmer of salty tears upon your eye lid, moistening your lashes below. You blink once, twice, hoping to hide them away, but they don’t disappear unnoticed, despite the anxious smile you pull onto your lips. In this room, we had silently committed to each other and the moment. Months of unspoken desire came to this: a touch… a caress… a kiss. Now as we twist and curl upon these sheets, your lovely and loving nude body...
Straight SexPaul is silent as we get in the elevator to leave Mona’s apartment. Once we get in his car, he lets me have it!“I did not appreciate your hand on my cock, jerking me off into Mona’s mouth. I am not gay. No guy has ever touched me before!”I am flummoxed! What an asshole. He’s just had a great time with Mona and he’s barking at me for jerking him off. He says his wife won’t have sex with him anymore and his religion forbids him jerking off. From what he’s told me, I think it’s years since he...
Pulling her car up to the traffic light, she picked up the large plaque on the seat beside her and read it once again. “Presented to Dr. Amanda G. Cartwright for Outstanding Service to the English Department, City College.” She read the inscription once more and smiled. After all these years and all this work she finally received some recognition. She thought of her husband, Gary, and wished he could have been there for the ceremony. Her mind began to wander as she waited for the light to...
MILFI've lived in London now for years, but I return to Adelaide regularly for work. In 2018, I was back there for longer than expected. I wondered if Jane still had the same number so I texted her and asked if she wanted to meet for a coffee. She replied within the hour, and we agreed to meet the next day.Now, I admit, there is a certain fetish; wondering how a woman you fucked years ago, now looks. I was really curious. I was 54 at that time, and Jane would be about to turn 64. (We had been 32...
A long work of both truth and fantasy for KayHaving got the green light on a renewal of a new contract it was time to get it signed off, this time it was decided that Kay would come with me for the trip so we could spend the weekend just chilling out away from home.Once in Stockholm we made our way to the hotel where I had used some of my rewards points to get a small suite, having been shown up to the suite I changed into my suit and told Kay I should only be about two or three hours . Kay...
Friday morning saw Emma & Chris biding a sad farewell to each other as we loaded up the car – Emma was leaving quite a good amount of her stuff with us since she was planning on spending most of her time away from university on our side of the Pennines rather than her Dad’s, just so she could spend more time with Chris There were tales of snow on the A66 so we took the slower but less exposed route via Harrogate and the A59 and pulled up at Pete & Cathy’s place just a couple of hours...
I hadn't expected Becky to be here, but that really looked like her walking right up ahead of meat the carnival. "Hey k**do!" I said as I tapped her on the back. She spun around to face me."Oh, I'm sorry! I thought you were my girlfriend...""Hi, Mike! How are you?" I blinked in confusion. "Don't you recognize me?" The girl was smiling,a big grin on her face, looking right into my eyes. She really looked familiar, so much like Becky,but...it couldn't be..."Laurie? Is that you?""Mmmmhmmm…Why?...
I was in my late thirties, college graduate and up and coming accountant, I was at my desk in my cubicle when the mail boy arrived. He handed me a package that had obviously been opened, nothing unusual about this save the fact it was clearly marked "..PERSONAL..." Items that were clearly marked for the company was usually opened and inspected for content and quality as well as to how to process what was inside. But mail marked "...PERSONAL...'was never opened, or it was, it was closed back...
Given recent events (and the fact that it has been frankly a disgraceful length of time since I’ve blogged) I think it would be a good opportunity to update you all.Please do not be mistaken in assuming that because I haven’t blogged, I haven’t been ‘playing’, as that it not the case … at all! Also please don’t think that if you were one of those… erm… ‘players’ that you were in anyway ‘unblog-worthy’ because that may not be the case either (… may not).Unsurprisingly, one of my...
Whilst she was 20 years my senior her body didn't show it. In fact she looked immaculate for a woman in her mid-40s and she knew it. Her tits were only a handful but each day at work she'd wear clothing that gave just enough away that would make your mind work overtime without showing too much. Likewise her clothing always clung to her magnificent frame. She was easily the hottest milf I'd ever clapped eyes on and I never imagined within just a few months I would be in her bedroom having no...