I Learn About My Sapphic Sexuality And Cane A Wilful Daughter And Her Mother. - Sex Stories

I Learn About My Sapphic Sexuality And Cane A Wilful Daughter And Her Mother.

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“We can do it in my bedroom,” I said. “It’s the most soundproof room in the house.”

Upstairs, I took a shower and Celia followed me. I came out of the shower naked apart from a bathrobe around me. Celia had stripped off to her underwear. She put her arms around me and kissed me on the lips.

“I should get ready, too. I’m sure you know that giving and watching the canings turns us both on. We ought to admit it,” she said.

Looking her in the eyes, I said, “Celia, you are correct.”

I was no prude and had been yearning for regular sexual relief for a few years. A sore bottom would not be much of a price to pay for it. She prepared in the bathroom. I was very naughty and sneaked a look. She had not closed the door and I could see her take a pee, and then go into the shower. Celia noticed me and smiled. “It’s natural, isn’t it?” she said and laughed a little. My bottom was going to suffer for this impertinence, I knew.

“How do you want me for my caning?” I asked.

Celia said, “We ought not to rush things. You are not here for a punishment, quite the reverse. You will take a caning much better if I stimulate you first, and I know how to do it.”

So I lay on the bed, very moist between the legs. I took her hand and kissed it.

“Please, I can’t wait,” I said.

Celia gently inserted a finger into my vagina and found my G spot. With little flicks of her finger, she went to work on it while kissing my clitoris. This was the most expert stimulation I had ...

... ever received, and I was moaning with pleasure. My first orgasm arrived in perhaps less than a minute. I wasn’t looking at a stopwatch. We carried on like this for a while. I was kissing and caressing Celia’s breasts as she went down on me. It was time to offer her similar pleasure, so I asked, “Would you like me to go down on you, please, Celia?”

She replied, “Please, cane me first, then go down on me immediately after the last cane stroke. I love oral attention when I have just received a sore bum. When it’s your turn for me to cane you, I will have had orgasms during my caning (a total surprise to me) and from you going down on me. When I give you a caning, I will orgasm again at least once.”

“Your response to a caning is presently unknown, but I have seen you give canings, and I think you enjoy some arousal when you do it. Am I right, please?”

“Yes, that’s right,” I replied. I didn’t want to talk, wanting to get on with it because I was so aroused by the overall atmosphere and her words.

Celia stood up and bent forward over the bed, supporting her weight on her forearms.

Her legs were parted, and everything was on display. The labia were deep crimson, and she was soaking in a state of full arousal. I put a towel on the floor for her to stand on to catch any drips, which I thought was likely.

“Please, start by giving me six hard strokes with the thin cane. Don’t worry. I am very used to it,” she said. “And I would like twelve strokes in total unless you ...