The Journey of Mrs. Small - Sex Stories

The Journey of Mrs. Small

... caned. Taken by a forceful male to a stool or chair and bent over; skirt raised back and knickers removed to receive sharp strokes against the naked flesh of their buttocks. He had seen many stand to their feet later with wet cheeks and equally wet inner thighs. He lifted one out; a very thin one with a curved handle. She was still drooling as he held it up. “I should be using this on you,” he told her, “the thinner they are the more excruciating the sting. But the Reverend Small might be asking questions later tonight when he watches you take your knickers off at bedtime.” Her eyes were fixed upon the can as she spoke. “He... he’s away at a meeting,” she said. “He won’t be back until tomorrow evening.” Jack stepped closed and laid a hand on her shoulder. “Well, the worst of the marks should be gone by then,” he told her as he turned her around. “Let’s get you upstairs then.” He gave her a tap on the bottom with the cane and she began to move. He followed her out of the shop and up the stairs. There was a nice cosy bedroom up there with a large but high bed; just right for bending over upon. His eyes were fixed upon her bottom as she walked up to the flat; he was going to enjoy punishing her and then fucking her afterwards. As he opened the bedroom door for her she hesitated for a moment. “Will it hurt?” she turned and asked him. He nodded. “I... I know that you angry with me. You have every right to be,” she told him, “but... but I have never done this before.” He felt a ...

... little sorry for her. This wasn’t uncommon on a woman’s first time. Her dignity had already gone with her standing there half naked in front of a complete stranger, that was hard enough to face, but now there was the pain to come. He brushed her cheek with his fingers. “I understand,” he told her, “but this has to be done. I will be merciful though.” She nodded and turned to look at the bed. “And afterwards?” she asked. He smiled as he touched her cheek again. “What do you think?” She looked him in the eye. “I suppose you will fuck me, won’t you?” she said with resignation. He nodded. “No suppose about it. I need a fuck,” he replied. “I guess you could do with a good fuck as well?” Her lips moved but no words were spoken. He waited a few moments and then guided her to the side of the bed. She offered no resistance as he made her lie face down. He gripped her hips to position her properly and then moved to the side in readiness. He took his time. The wait between strokes could be tortuous for the submissive as they lay there with muscles taut waiting for that stinging strike. Jack liked to stroke the cane over the fleshy bottom; lifting it from time to time before bringing it down swiftly and firmly. He did that with her. She had been lulled into a false sense of security and then he struck. It wasn’t particularly hard but she still yelped loudly and tearfully. It would be the shock of the strike and the indignity of being of caned. She tried to push her hands down to cover her ...