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.

... feel I deserve more.”

If her expertise at caning errant girls was indicative, I was inclined to believe her.

“As you wish. Are you ready?” I asked, tapping her shapely rump with the thin cane. “I will tap your bottom twice as a warning before each stroke and then give you the stroke. You will say ‘Thank you, Ma’am,’ which is what the girls are supposed to do. I will wait twenty seconds and give you the next stroke. Is that clear, please Celia?”

I tried to make myself sound as butch as possible.

“Yes, clear,” replied Celia, sticking her bottom out. The good girl!

I wished our girls would do that during their punishments, but then, I would wonder why they appeared to be enjoying it!

‘Tap-tap, whistle crack.’ The first stroke landed across the fat part of her rump. There was almost no reaction.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” she said.

We carried on like this and I caned her harder with each stroke. The cane fairly whistled through the air. Rarely had I caned a girl so hard.

There was remarkably little reaction from Celia, but she stood up after the sixth stroke, a pained expression on her pretty face.

“I can understand why you were concerned about the girls receiving your canings if they were anything like that,” she said. “Please give me the last set of six strokes with the thicker cane. I need to feel it. Please use the same procedure.”

I gave her the first stroke with the ticker cane, which was also slightly longer. Celia jerked and yelped as the ...

... stroke landed. The welt started as a white line but filled in deep red within seconds. She quickly got herself under control and the caning continued. After the fourth stroke of the second set, I could see that Celia was having an orgasm. I gave her longer to recover before the fifth stroke and even longer before the last stroke. Celia leaped up and frantically rubbed at her well-thrashed rump, writhing and groaning as she did so.

“You wicked girl,” she said, “That’s one of the hardest, if not the hardest, caning I have ever had, and it gave me an amazing orgasm. Go down on me NOW.”

She lay on the bed with two fingers in her vagina. I removed them and with one finger; I felt for her G spot while nibbling at her clitoris. My husband could never get this right and seemed not to care. If you show me a marriage where the man doesn’t eat pussy well, I will show you a broken home. Her pelvic muscles were in spasm.

Possibly we lay there for almost an hour experimenting with mutual activities, when Celia said, “It’s your turn for a sore bum. How many strokes would you like, please?”

“Twelve strokes please, but for my first experience, perhaps I should wimp out and you give them with the thin cane, but don’t stop after number six, please,” I replied.

“No matter what, I will have an orgasm while I’m doing it and I will use the same procedure as you. Bend over, please,” she said.

I obediently bent over, resolving to take my first-ever caning with as much courage as I could ...