My First Caning - Sex Stories

My First Caning

... as she admired my new nipple jewellery, saying that it was a perfect selection.

By now, I had quite a number of different tops, mini skirts and dresses, which Miss Susan deemed suitable for me, from which she selected a pleated mini and an off-the-shoulder top. She was wearing her leather dress and boots, which naturally got my pulse racing. It didn't take me long to get dressed and I could see that my nipples and their jewellery were quite noticeable; nothing I could do about that! As we left the apartment and went down in the lift, it stopped at the next floor down and a couple got in. They didn't say anything, but I could feel myself blushing as they surveyed us. I guess they'd just have to get used to us.

Making our way, hand in hand to the club, on arrival Miss Susan sent me to the bar for drinks while she found us a table. I'd grown used to being looked over in the club, but my nipples had been covered up to this point to let the piercings heal. Now, with them being much more visible, I got more looks and quite a few compliments. I found Miss Susan sitting with some of the girls from the university gay and lesbian club. As she introduce us, I remembered my manners and addressed them all as Miss, which elicited a few giggles, winks and comments. One of the girls mentioned that they didn't really believe Miss Susan when she asked them to stay away so she could get me. Blushing, I had to admit that I was so pleased that she did get me!

We spent a very pleasant ...

... evening chatting and answering the girls' questions. They had all come across the concept of BDSM, but they had plenty of questions about my role in the relationship and about the age difference. To be honest, I still find it hard to explain about the deep feelings of humiliation and submission to someone so much younger, but I did my best. Every time a round of drinks was purchased, I was sent to the bar to do the carrying. After several rounds, the barmaid winked at me saying that I was being worked hard and maybe I'd like a job there! Having had a few, I cheekily retorted that it was hardly my decision to make; probably not a smart choice as, of course, it was reported back to Miss Susan, who told me in no uncertain terms that it was completely unacceptable and that I'd be going over her knee when we got home. This, of course, caused considerable merriment, with Miss Susan being asked if she really meant it.

After we returned to the apartment, I was sent to the bedroom to strip and fetch the leather paddle. Crawling back with the paddle between my teeth, Miss Susan had turned one of the dining chairs and was sitting waiting for me. As she told me to bend over her knee, she remarked that she really had to get a cane as I needed to learn my manners. After a "warm-up" with her hand, she really used the paddle to good effect, leaving me sobbing with a very red and sore arse, wondering what on earth the cane would be like! Repairing to the bedroom we kissed and cuddled before I ...