The Well-Adjusted And Beautiful Police Lady In Love With Sex, Spanking, And Switching. - Sex Stories

The Well-Adjusted And Beautiful Police Lady In Love With Sex, Spanking, And Switching.

... started. This was going to be a memorable session, I was sure.

“Here it comes,” I said, slowly spanking her lightly at first, with about ten seconds between spanks. I slowly increased the force. Her botty hardly reddened, and she wriggled about but didn’t complain. After about thirty spanks, Nancy said, “I’m ready for the cane. Please, can you try to do it with me over your knee? The contact with you will be wonderful.”

She was untroubled so far and appeared to be completely relaxed, but very damp between her legs.

I said, “The thin cane will be best at first. I’m going to tap your bottom twice, then deliver the stroke. Please don’t tense up your bottom muscles. Try to relax and think of something nice. It will hurt less.”

Nancy looked round at me, smiled, and said, “You know a lot about this, don’t you? Naughty boy.”

I replied, “It’s for our mutual benefit. How do you think it will be ‘afterward’?”

Nancy laughed a little. I think she was ever so slightly embarrassed!

“Are you ready, please?” I asked. She nodded.

‘Tap-tap, whistle CRACK’ and I planted a medium stroke across the fat part of her shapely rump. Nancy didn’t move or make a sound but took a slightly deeper breath.

I gave her a cane stroke every twenty seconds and slightly increased the force until a definite grey mark appeared after each stroke. I stopped after stroke number six and rubbed the marks. My aim was accurate and none of the strokes had overlapped.

“Nancy,” I asked, “How ...

... is it, please?”

“It’s wonderful, don’t stop. Keep going. It’s an enormous turn-on. I never thought I would orgasm from a caning,” she said.

The caning resumed. With the interval between strokes reduced to fifteen seconds and slowly increasing the force, I could tell from Nancy’s reactions if I was overdoing it.

At stroke fifteen, Nancy was jerking about with her gluteal muscles in heavy action. This was her first caning to orgasm. I thought I would carry on until she asked me to stop. After stroke eighteen, she gasped, “No, please, stop, it’s too powerful.”

So I stopped. Nancy lay there, moaning in pleasure.

“Let’s get you on the bed,” I said and lifted her off my knee and onto the bed.

There were a lot of grey lines on her bum. It was clear this was her normal skin reaction to the cane. The lumps and ridges following an application of the riding crop were absent, and I was pleased about that. Nancy might not be in so much pain afterward.

“Please, hand me the thin vibrator,” Nancy said.

She switched it on and eased it into her vagina. “Kiss my clitoris,” she requested.

I went down on her, and within a few seconds, she was in the grip of an enormous orgasm, arching her back and moaning in pleasure.

After about ten minutes of this, she withdrew the vibrator and switched it off.

Dear Nancy looked me in the eye and said, “I never knew it could be so good, the cane and then oral on my little sister with the vibrator running. What can I do for you, ...