zzz - new author - Women talk!
Steven...@bigfoot.com
Take for instance a conversation I overheard at work the other day.
June was saying to Claire that she thought a 'good hiding' was what today's youngsters
needed to teach them manners and respect. Claire agreed and told June that her mother
used to spank her and even caned her until she was 21. June then said that her boyfriend
keeps saying that she needed a caning occasionally but he never actually gave her one.
Claire told her that she didn't want to feel the sting of a cane across her backside but
June told her that she was intrigued by the thought of bending over and being caned.
At this point I was called to the 'phone and missed the last part of the conversation.
However, later I had a chance to speak to June about what I had overheard and asked if she
really meant the bit about tasting the sting of the 'cane'. She told me that it was
difficult really as she felt embarrassed about asking Tom to beat her in case it led to
more violent beating later as he did get a bit out of hand after a few pints.
The next bit was something I thought I'd never hear... "Now if you offered to cane me
Steve... I might accept!"
June dropped her head as though she was ashamed or embarrassed about what she had just
said. I told her that if she really wanted to feel what it was like I'd be more than
happy to oblige but to be on the safe side for both of us it must either be somewhere
neutral or...
June interrupted and said, "What about if I had someone with me when you did it - I could
ask Claire."
"Whoa!" I said, "Let's not get too excited about this. What if Claire won't do it?"
"She will. Trust me." came the reply.
It was nearing 5 o'clock and I was just getting ready to go home when there cam a knock on
the office door.
"Come in" I shouted. Claire came in followed by June. Both women stood in front of my
desk and said nothing.
"Yes girls, what can I do for you two?"
Claire looked around and then walked back to the door and made sure it was closed, when
she got back to my desk she lent across and pressed the 'engaged' light to show that we
shouldn't be disturbed. This meant, hopefully, that anyone else wanting to see me would
have to wait until later.
"Steve," Claire started, "June tells me that you offered to cane her. Is the correct?"
"Well... It's not what you think Claire."
"How do you know what I think Steve? Anyway, it doesn't matter what you think I think it
is a great idea."
"Do you, how come?"
"June wants to feel the cane and I'd like to see her get it the way it should be given
otherwise there is no point to the exercise, is there?"
"Well if you put it like that then I suppose we had better make some arrangements. How do
you want to do this then?"
Claire said her 'lodger' had gone on holiday with her sister for a fortnight and the house
would be empty and the best thing was that the neighbours were away for the weekend also.
I arranged to home with Claire on Friday after work and June was to come over later.
When we got to Claire' place she told me to sit and watch the TV whilst she made some
'tea'. 'Tea' was served - cheese on toast with tomatoes and a cup of tea!
"You call this tea Claire?" I said.
"If you want more then you will have to prove you're worth waiting on Steve. I'm going to
have a shower and get changed. If June comes let her in for me."
"Ok!" I replied and sat watching the news followed by a holiday programme. About 7:15 the
doorbell rang and I got up to answer it. As I opened the door I saw June standing there
with a small suitcase.
"Hi, come in."
She bent down and picked the case up and walked into the hallway. Putting her case down
she unbuttoned her coat and hung it over the banister rail. She was wearing a cream dress
with a straight skirt, tights (I presumed) and beige high heeled shoes.
"I'll just go up to Claire" she announced, "I can hear she is still in the bathroom."
As I watched her slowly climb the stairs. I could feel the excitement swelling in my
stomach with every step she took. As she went from one stair tread to another the skirt
of her dress drew tight across her bottom and showed the outline of her knickers.
I walked back to the lounge and rubbed my penis through my trousers. It was getting
stiffer by the second. I wondered if I would be embarrassed by it when the time came to
cane June. I sat back and continued watching the TV. I flicked between channels trying
to find something interesting and eventually scanned the teletext for some 'news'.
I think it was about 8 o'clock when the two girls came back down to the lounge. I say
girls but June was in her mid thirties and Claire was about forty or forty-two. Both were
average build, not fat or cuddly not skinny - just right I'd say.
Claire poured three drinks, whisky for me and they had vodka and orange. As we drank the
conversation got around to what we were there for.
"I hope one of you ladies had the mind to actually get a cane so I could satisfy your
whims?"
"Of course Steve." Replied Claire as she went over to a tall 'G'plan sideboard. She
opened the right hand cabinet door, reached inside and withdrew a three-foot long bamboo
garden cane.
"I got this two days ago, sanded it, washed it and put a coat of quick drying varnish over
it."
"Who told you about doing all that?" I asked.
"I read it in a book in the same shop that June went to and the man told me to seal and
clean a cheap bamboo cane as bits might split the skin."
June then went out of the room and came back with a similar cane but this one had a curved
end like the school canes of yesteryear.
"Where did you get that?" I asked, "I never saw you come in with that."
"I had it pinned to the inside of my coat, I got it from that adult shop in Warwick Road
last week."
"You dark horse June." Claire said.
Both girls came across to me and handed me the canes. June's cane was very flexible and I
almost bent it double. Claire's bamboo offering was quite stiff and I remarked that the
springy one would whip around the buttocks and legs whereas the stiffer one would hurt
more and would give pronounced weals.
I swished both canes through the air and as I did so I saw both girls wince as they
whipped across the space between them and myself.
"Well, who is going to be first?" I asked.
Claire stepped forward and said, "As you are my guests and you have my cane in your
hand... I suppose it should be me!"
She then turned and walked to the centre of the lounge, dragged the coffee table to the
far wall, came back and twirled around. She was wearing a red dress that matched her dark
red hair, which I can vouch is natural. The cloth it was made from was a crepe material
and, although it was straight(ish) it did tend to swirl out slightly as she twisted
around.
Claire rubbed her bottom through her dress and said to June, "I haven't had a whacking for
about twelve years and I think my backside will sting till Monday but I'm going to go
through with it. I used to love it after mum caned me, but I never let her know. I used
to run to my bedroom and play with myself..."
I cut her short, "You won't be playing with yourself tonight lady. Claire, if you will
just try to touch your toes. It doesn't matter if you can't just point your fingers as
near to the floor as you can keeping your legs straight."
She shuffled her feet slightly apart, then bent forward until her dress pulled across her
hips and bottom; her finger tips were about nine inches from the floor and her hair hung
loosely over her shoulders and ears.
"I'm going to give you four strokes to start with then June can take your place. I want
you to stay in position until I say you can move. You will not touch you bottom until I
say you can. Do you understand Claire?"
"Yes... Not too hard at first please."
"Ready?" I said as I stood back slightly and placed the bamboo cane across Claire's
backside. I rubbed it and then tapped it lightly. She jumped slightly.
"Stay still Claire." I ordered. I tapped the cane again and then lifted it to shoulder
height and slowly placed it back on her bottom to gauge to stroke. "Ready?"
"Yes." Came the reply.
"June, are you taking notice of this because you are next."
I again swung the cane to shoulder height and smartly brought it down on Claire's backside
with a resounding Swish-Crack! Claire gasped and jerked her back a little then she
shuffled her feet a bit but remained bent over. Again I swung the stick from shoulder
height and it struck a slightly lower this time catching the loose material below the
curvature of her bottom cheeks. The dull thud told me that it hadn't quite hit the right
spot.
"Can you pull your skirt a little tighter Claire."
"I think so." She answered quietly. Claire ran her hands around her backside and dragged
the lose material around her knees. "If I can hold it like this it will stay there."
"Ok!" She glanced round as I raised the cane for the third of the four strokes I
promised. She gave me a sneaky smile but she did have a few tears swelling in her eyes.
Again I brought the cane down across the part of the bottom where it curves to meet the
thighs. As it landed I knew it stung like hell because the Crack was loud and Claire
gasped, yelped and shuffled her feet. "Oh! Shhhh! Few!" came muffled from her mouth. I
lifted the cane a little higher for the last of the four and before she could compose
herself again I cracked it across the centre of her bouncy cheeks.
Claire fidgeted a bit and started to whimper a bit. "Ok! You can stand up and rub
yourself now." I said. Claire stood up and gently rubbed her bottom through her skirt
then turned to face June and myself and lifted her dress to rub her backside through her
underwear.
"Your turn now June."
"I'm not sure if I want to go through with it now." She said.
"Get down or you'll have me to deal with - you coward!" barked Claire.
June took up the same position as Claire but this time I could see the outline of her
panties, slip and suspender belt through the skirt. I knew this would hurt as the dress
material was quite tight and clung to the outline of her body.
Claire came and stood beside me to watch. She was still holding her skirt up and rubbing
her bottom. I turned and sneaked a look as she rubbed and saw three of the four impact
weals on her right cheek.
"Look! All you want Steve I'm certain you'll see a lot more as time goes on."
"I think I'll wait Claire... You know the anticipation of things to come makes it all the
better!"
"A bit lower please June." said Claire, "I want to see you jump when Steve canes you."
"Thank you Claire... I'll give the orders from now on... Lower June... You heard!"
June pushed herself lower and her skirt pulled tighter and tighter. Claire tapped me on
the shoulder and pointed to Junes panty line and then traced the outline of the suspenders
holding her stockings. She turned and mouthed (silently) "Try to aim for the lower cheeks
and the stocking tops."
I nodded in agreement and placed the cane on June's bottom. She drew in her breath
slightly and steadied herself by shuffling her feet apart a little more.
"Ready!"
"Get on with it then." came the reply.
As before I tapped her bottom a few time to get the range and angle of attack and then
whacked the cane down hard across the bottom of her cheeks.
"Owwww. Shitttt." She screamed and jumped up clutching her backside. She continued to
hop from foot to foot and rub her backside until I smartly tapped her knuckles with the
cane to remind her the position she should adopt. 'Crack' as the tip of the cane hit the
knuckles of her right hand. She pulled her hand away and rubbed the back of her right
hand with the palm of the left. "Bugger that... I wasn't expecting you to hit me quite so
hard..." she whimpered as she resumed the position expected.
"I know," said Claire, "I'll put this chair," she grabbed hold of a dining room chair and
brought it to the centre of the room, "here and June can then stretch over the back of it
and rest her hands on the seat. Ok!"
June slowly stood up and went to the chair. She leant over the back and firmly placed
both hands on the seat cushion. Claire gently rubbed June's backside with her hand and
then slapped it before going to the front of the chair.
"I'll hold your hands down June so you can't stand up so easily. Ok!" Claire grasped
June's wrists and held them tightly then turned to me and said, "Ok! Steve she won't get
up again... I think you'd better start again after that little episode don't you?"
I Took aim again by resting the cane on June's bottom and then raised it to shoulder
height. Pausing to prolong the 'agony' I swiftly brought it down across Junes quivering
rump. I landed a second stroke then a third and paused. June was howling like a baby and
kicking her kegs up in the air and Claire was struggling to keep hold of her wrists. I
waited until June had both feet on the ground again and then gave her a powerful stroke
across the top of her thighs.
Claire let go of her but June didn't get up. She was crying still and whimpering.
Eventually she managed to 'sniffle out' "Can I get up now?"
"Yes... Of course you can June." I replied.
"I'm sorry I stood up and swore. Thank you for punishing me Steve I've been really nasty
to you and Claire haven't I?"
Claire quickly chimed in with, "I suppose you have really after all I only took the first
caning to show you how to control yourself and you couldn't even do that."
"Sorry Claire. Do you think I need more punishment?"
"Honestly June, the night is still young and I'm sure Steve has some more energy to use up
on us... Haven't you Steve?"
"Yes Claire now if you would slip out of that dress for me and take your place over that
chair I'll show June what her bottom looks like with eight red stripes across it."
Claire undid the belt and lifted the hem of her dress, when it got to waist level she held
the bodice and gently pulled it over her breasts and then over her head. Once it was
clear of her hair she shook her head and put the dress over the back of an armchair. She
looked magnificent in her cream panties, bra, tights and high heels as she walked back to
the chair.
"I'll just lower my tights for you Steve." she said as she pushed her thumbs into the
waist band and gently and gracefully pushed them down to mid thigh level. "Is this Ok for
you Steve?"
"Perfect Claire! Now if you would get over the chair back please."
Claire stood back from the chair and placed her feet about 18" apart before stretching
over and grasping the sides of the seat. She presented her backside to me and the cane.
The red stripes I had given her previously were still visible and obviously still a little
sore.
"I'm going to give you another four strokes Claire. Now I don't want you to move, stand
up or touch your bottom... Is that clear?"
"Yes! Whenever you are ready Steve..."
"Are you watching this June... take not girl 'cause you're next."
As before I tapped the cane on her bottom and then whacked it down twice in quick
succession as hard as I dared to. Claire gasped at each stroke and jumped but never
really moved although we could see her clenching her bottom cheeks and her knees bending
up and down. After a short pause I laid on the last two strokes, one I aimed at the
crease where her bottom cheeks meet her thighs and the final one dead centre across the
middle of her bottom.
Claire never yelled or cried out but she was crying and definitely had tears streaming
down her cheeks.
"Thank you Steve... That was painfully lovely." She came over to me and kissed me on the
lips. She took hold of my hands and placed one on each bottom cheek. I could feel the
wheals I had just put there and the heat from them was unbelievable.
"Rub me Steve... Please!"
I gently rubbed her bottom to ease the sting as she continued to kiss me. She started to
get really passionate and I felt my penis growing inside my trousers - so could she no
doubt because she kept rubbing up and down my groin with her leg.
Suddenly, June's voice stole the moment. "Eh! Excuse me you two but I think it is my
turn."
We both stopped and turned to June who had removed her jacket and was undoing her blouse.
Her pert breasts jutted out as the buttons opened and she slipped it off and dropped it on
the floor. "Naughty me... very untidy!" She unzipped the skirt and then undid the waist
band 'hook'. She pushed the skirt to the floor and stepped out of it.
"I'd better take off my petticoat for you..." She pushed it to the floor and again
stepped out of it. She casually crossed the floor wearing only her bra, pants, suspender
belt, stockings and shoes. When she got to the chair she placed her legs apart just as
Claire had and then tugged her pants down and stepped out of them.
"Can you see the marks you put on my backside Steve?"
"You'll have a few more soon and I promise you one thing... You will not forget this in a
hurry!"
June winked at Claire and stretched herself over the chair back and grasped the seat sides
firmly. I didn't waste any time in applying the four strokes I had promised. When I had
finished June stayed bent over the chair.
"It's Ok June you can get up now."
"Can you cane me a few more times please... I'd like to see just how far I can go...
Give me another four like the last four."
I gave her the four strokes she asked for and one extra for 'luck'. Her bottom was red
raw from the beating and she had tears in her eyes but I could tell she actually enjoyed
the situation.
The remainder of the evening went as you can imagine... Sex and games all the time but I
must say... Three in a standard double bed is a little cramped!
Steven Walsh copyright 2000.