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| Story | Real-Life | M/F | C | Hand Cane Riding Crop |
StevenWalsh | Jul-04-05 |
| A fourty-something female office manager is taken to task over taking time off to book a holiday and neglecting to inform a colleague that their scheduled meeting was cancelled. He, jokingly, suggests that she was behaving like a naughty child and needed a good spanking for messing up his day which she dared him to do. He called at her home that evening and... |
One of my joke stock phrases is “you need a good whipping for that” when I comment on mistakes made by fellow female workers and this day started out as usual as any other.
It was Tuesday lunch time when I went to see Mrs Jones to discuss the usual weekly topics on production schedules, staff attendance and other mundane business items. Mrs. Jacqueline Jones, to give her full name, is a quite attractive lady in her mid forties (I give her about 44 – 47), divorced, with no children at home. She keeps her figure well being 5’ 5” tall and a genuine 36C-28-36 body shape. At work she wears a two piece suit, usually in dark blue or black, and socially dresses and skirts as the mood takes her – I have only seen her in trousers or jeans twice but then that’s not unusual as we generally meet at work.
Jackie was late for our meeting and when she arrived she was very agitated. I asked her what was wrong and she said “No time now – I’ll tell you later. Can we meet after work and we’ll run over things – won’t keep you long.”
“No problem Jackie – see you at four-thirty is that Ok?”
“Yes that’s Ok Steve – see you then.”
I went back to Jackie’s office but she wasn’t there instead there was a note addressed to me on her desk propped up on the telephone. It read --- “Sorry I couldn’t make it had to rush. I know this is going to make it difficult for you to write the report but you can call me if you like.”
I was feeling a bit pissed of by now having to find other things to do when I would have been writing the weekly report but as it’s usually almost identical each week with only a few minor alterations and I knew what was going in it anyway one could say that the report was done anyway – but she didn’t know that!
Driving home I thought I’d give her a call and used the phone in my car to call her. When she answered she apologised profusely for rushing off and asked if I wanted to call round so she could say sorry personally and have a coffee or something. Not knowing where she lived I asked her and to my surprise I was only about ten minutes away.
I came off the by-pass and turned into a tree lined road – County Gate – she said I would find a small cul-de-sac on the right called Gate Close and her house was at the far end on the left. It took me about fifteen minutes to find number seven and I drove into the semi circular driveway and parked by the garage entrance.
I walked back to the front door and started to look for a bell push but as I was about to press it the door opened and Jackie invited me in. She was still in her office gear, so to say, (Dark Blue straight skirt, cream blouse, cream bra (and matching pants I presumed), tights and high heeled shoes.
“So sorry Steve but I had so much to do I just had to get away and sort out my holiday booking!”
“Eh!” I replied, “Your holiday booking couldn’t wait until four o’clock?”
“Yes! I know now it sounds so pathetic but they wanted to change the flight times but I didn’t want to land in the middle of the night – you know what it’s like, no taxis, dark, usually the hotel desk is shut or the people are half asleep!”
“Good God! Jackie you need a good spanking for messing me up like that over something so trivial!”
“Ha Ha and you would like to do it Eh?”
“Maybe, maybe? Come here and bend over.”
To my surprise she came over to me, turned around and lent forward mockingly sticking her backside out as if bending over. Automatically and without thinking I slapped her right buttock cheek – SLAPPPP!
“Ouch!” She jumped up, “That stung Steve – you know I wasn’t expecting that I was bluffing but you spanked me!”
“You mean you really didn’t expect me to spank you?”
“No – well not really, maybe a playful tap.” Rubbing her right cheek she continued, “I can still feel your hand – I bet I’ve got a red mark there now – I’ll have to look in a minute—I’ll just get the coffee.”
Gently rubbing her bottom she went to the kitchen and looked back at me as she went through the door still rubbing her bottom. I thought I didn’t hit her that hard but she definitely felt it and seemed intrigued by my slap.
When she returned with the coffee I asked her how she felt and did it hurt as much as much as she made out. She told me that her dad used to put her over his knee when she was younger but that stopped when she went to college. Once her ex-husband threatened to spank her but never did although she did admit that one of her friends playfully whacked her across the backside with a garden cane and it hurt but gave her a “tingly” feeling about half an hour afterwards.
Jackie put the TV on and set it to SKY NEWS. It was on in the background when an item was shown about disruptive kids in schools. Jackie turned to me and asked what my school was like. I told her that we were too scared to be as bad as the kids are today because the teachers could use the cane on us. I told her of one incident where 3 of us were caned across our backsides my friend and myself got 4 strokes and Brian got 6 strokes – I can’t remember what it was for now but it must have been something naughty at the time.
She told me at her school it was only the head mistress or her deputy that could cane the girls and she only ever saw three girls get the cane across the bottoms. She described the incident as being one morning at assembly when three girls were marched onto the stage in the hall and the whole school was told that they were to be punished for throwing tomatoes at passers by from the school bus. Each girl was told to face the side of the stage and to bend over and place their hands on their knees. Each in turn received six strokes of the cane across their skirt and all three ended up crying – probably from the embarrassment and pain together.
“So then Jackie,” I asked, “you have never been spanked or caned in your life except from your dad then?”
“No!”
“Would you like to try it then?”
“I don’t know about that – it might hurt.”
“Well Jackie, if it doesn’t hurt it isn’t done right – is it?”
“Suppose not Steve.”
“Well, care to try a spanking then?”
“You mean NOW!”
“Why not?”
“Don’t hurt me too much. How do you want me?”
“Go and get that chair from the table and bring it here.”
Jackie went over to the dining table and picked up a chair and brought it to where I was standing.
“Thank you”
I put the chair down and sat on it then I held Jackie’s left hand and gently pulled her over my knees.
“Comfy?” I asked.
“Don’t know about being comfortable, it’s a bit embarrassing like this.”
I put my arm across her back to steady her and gently passed my right hand over her skirt and bottom. As I did I felt a distinct ridge of a suspender button and realised she must be wearing stockings and not tights. I glanced down at the hem of her skirt and saw there was a cream slip or petticoat under the skirt. “Nice” I thought. I patted her bottom lightly and asked if she was ready for her spanking.
“Too late now isn’t it?”
Slap! “Ow! Yes!” she cried.
Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap -----
I kept the whacks coming as she squirmed about on my knees. Her legs were kicking up and eventually her skirt rode up revealing her stocking tops. She was good about it because I kept on slapping her cheeks and occasionally the backs of her legs as she kicked.
After about five minutes I stopped and helped her slide off my knees onto the carpet from where she looked up at me and said, “Gosh! That was embarrassing and sore…!” As she rubbed her bottom.
I pulled her up and she cuddled me. I could feel her shaking slightly, not crying but a nervous tremble so to say.
“What’s up Jackie?”
“I was just wondering what a real caning must be like because that stings.”
“It stings a lot more I’m afraid Jackie.”
“I bet it does too. Have you ever caned anybody Steve?”
“Well… Funny you ask that because the answer is yes, often in the past when I lived in London.”
“Who did you cane? Girlfriends, your wife?”
“Both – but not at the same time.”
“I once caned my neighbour because she asked me to – we had a similar conversation as we have had now and two weeks later one afternoon she invited me in for coffee and asked me to give her a real school caning – six of the best as she put it.”
“Really? I bet that hurt.”
“Yes it did and she cried real tears and had the marks for about a week.”
“Didn’t her husband find out or wasn’t she married?”
“No he didn’t. He was ten years older than she was and so engrossed in his work that they never went to bed at the same time so he never got to see the stripes.”
“How did you cane her? I mean was she touching her toes or bent over a chair, how did you go about it?”
“I asked her how she felt she should be caned and told her to choose a position and dress mode. She bent over a low armchair at first and I laid a couple across her skirt. As this wasn’t having any effect I lifted her skirt and gave her four more which she began to feel. I then told her to remove her skirt and tights and touch her toes. She began to argue that she had already had six strokes and it was stinging. I told her that I will decide when she had enough and to bend over – which she did and I gave her another six stinging whacks across her bottom and legs.”
“So it really hurts then?”
“You bet it does my girl. Jane couldn’t stop jumping about for fifteen minutes and she asked me to fuck her as Bob never satisfied her. That was a good fuck I can tell you and she gave me a blow job too!”
“If I gave you a blow job would you cane and fuck me Steve?”
“What?”
“If I gave you a blow job would you cane and fuck me?”
“I think you deserve a good caning for suggesting that – don’t you?”
“I suppose I do Steve – would you give me a caning, I’ve been very naughty today haven’t I?”
“I haven’t got a cane with me right now. Tell you what… I’ll go home and get a couple of canes and you get yourself ready…. I’ll be back in about an hour.”
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