Like Mother, Like Daughter, Sore Bottoms And Sex- Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

Like Mother, Like Daughter, Sore Bottoms And Sex- Chapter 4

Carolyn came home for one night midweek a few days after her last meeting with Phil. Norma and I were very interested in hearing her uninhibited account of events, which was music to our ears. Two canes had arrived at her flat by mail order. Hopefully, within a few days, she would feel both of them applied with vigour to her golden botty!

We had a chat about positions for spankings, canings, and sex. My construction of a spanking and sex bench for Norma and myself had started. Its designer had published the plans for this thing on the web with measurements and suggestions for its construction. I put the downloaded spanking bench construction article on a spare memory stick and gave it to Carolyn. She would show it to Phil and encourage him to build one.

Norma could be so naughty. She described how I caned the inside of her thighs to get at skin not normally touched by the cane. For the first time, I saw Caroline visibly blush, but she said she was going to take the idea to Phil! I resolved to give Norma a few disciplinary cane strokes for being so naughty!

We were so pleased to see Carolyn was happy with her life.

The following weekend, Carolyn spent Friday night, all day Saturday, and the night with Phil. On arrival in the early evening, she gave him the memory stick and asked him to open the spanking bench design file. He was interested and said he was sure he could make one, but wanted to vary the design a little. It was ideal for erotic and corporal ...

... punishment, but a modification would improve it for sex. A semi-circular indentation on the top of the bench where the body is bent at the waist would allow for better access to both male and female genitalia.

Carolyn took the canes out of her bag. “Please give me six of the best before we go out for a drink and supper,” she begged. She quickly got out of her clothes, showered, and went into the bedroom with a bath towel. She stood on the towel to catch any drips and presented her bottom to receive the cane. Phil took up the thinner of the two and said, “Are you sure, please?”

“Yes,” replied Carolyn. “Please, I’m so ready for it, and don’t be afraid to do it hard.”

The cane went tap, tap on her bum, then ‘whistle CRACK’ and she received her first cane stroke at Phil’s hands. He had not disappointed, and it was a real stinger, to her delight.

“That’s fantastic,” she said. “I’m ready for the next one.”

‘Whistle CRACK’ the second stroke landed almost on top of the first one. Carolyn wondered how Phil had become such an expert so fast.

“Ready,” she said, and stroke number three landed very close to the first two.

This hard and accurate caning had an immediate effect on her. She felt very turned on but famished, having not eaten all day. For once, she preferred to eat rather than to have sex, which was unusual. Carolyn took all six strokes and stood up to look over her shoulder at them and to look in the mirror. The strokes lay evenly across both cheeks of her bottom ...