The cane
A true story about a relationship I had a few years back.
she was a very attractive, sexy, outgoing lady. I’m no shrinking violet myself, so I guess it was always going to be combustible. I had my old friends at the rugby club and would sometimes stay there longer than I should, she would be very pissed off when I returned home worse for wear and many times wouldn’t speak to me for days afterwards. Sex was out of the question.
Anyway, I tried to break the ice one evening and said ‘are you punishing me doing this’. ‘Yes’ came the reply, ‘you deserve to be punished’. We talked further and it was me who suggested that if I submitted to her punishing me when I was out of line would that be the end if it, and things would not drag on for days like they had been. I should have known by her swift agreement that I was letting myself in for more than I’d bargained for. The next thing I know she had obtained a cane and informed me that I was in for a taste of it next time I stayed too long at the rugby club.
Sure enough, it didn’t take long for me to forget my promise and come back late from the club. She was waiting for me
! ‘Right, I’ll see you in my office at 9.30 tomorrow morning’ she said, and marched off to bed. For reasons I still don’t fully understand, I dutifully turned up and was greeted by my stern faced other half who instructed me to go and fetch a stool from the kitchen. After some protests, I did what she asked, ‘Right, trousers down and bend over the stool’. I tried to make light of it, tried to talk my way out of it, but before long there I was bent right over the stool, naked bottom presented. She proceeded to deliver six excruciatingly painful strokes of the cane, I still ask myself why I allowed it to happen. This became a frequent occurrence, at least once a month I’d find myself bent over her caning stool for some offence or other - six strokes minimum, twelve for more serious offences. My behaviour improved rapidly, ladies take note!
She obviously got off on the control and inflicting the punishment, and I suppose if I’m honest it excited me too. Sex afterwards was always explosive, some of the best sex of my whole life.
I learned a lot about myself in that relationship, and it’s an experience I wouldn’t mind repeating. Sooooo...if there’s an attractive, sexy lady out there who would like to take her place, I’d love to hear from you.
she was a very attractive, sexy, outgoing lady. I’m no shrinking violet myself, so I guess it was always going to be combustible. I had my old friends at the rugby club and would sometimes stay there longer than I should, she would be very pissed off when I returned home worse for wear and many times wouldn’t speak to me for days afterwards. Sex was out of the question.
Anyway, I tried to break the ice one evening and said ‘are you punishing me doing this’. ‘Yes’ came the reply, ‘you deserve to be punished’. We talked further and it was me who suggested that if I submitted to her punishing me when I was out of line would that be the end if it, and things would not drag on for days like they had been. I should have known by her swift agreement that I was letting myself in for more than I’d bargained for. The next thing I know she had obtained a cane and informed me that I was in for a taste of it next time I stayed too long at the rugby club.
Sure enough, it didn’t take long for me to forget my promise and come back late from the club. She was waiting for me
! ‘Right, I’ll see you in my office at 9.30 tomorrow morning’ she said, and marched off to bed. For reasons I still don’t fully understand, I dutifully turned up and was greeted by my stern faced other half who instructed me to go and fetch a stool from the kitchen. After some protests, I did what she asked, ‘Right, trousers down and bend over the stool’. I tried to make light of it, tried to talk my way out of it, but before long there I was bent right over the stool, naked bottom presented. She proceeded to deliver six excruciatingly painful strokes of the cane, I still ask myself why I allowed it to happen. This became a frequent occurrence, at least once a month I’d find myself bent over her caning stool for some offence or other - six strokes minimum, twelve for more serious offences. My behaviour improved rapidly, ladies take note!
She obviously got off on the control and inflicting the punishment, and I suppose if I’m honest it excited me too. Sex afterwards was always explosive, some of the best sex of my whole life.
I learned a lot about myself in that relationship, and it’s an experience I wouldn’t mind repeating. Sooooo...if there’s an attractive, sexy lady out there who would like to take her place, I’d love to hear from you.
6 years ago