Thursday, December 27, 2012

Christmas Caning

"Have you behaved this year?" he asked dubiously.

"Um... I think so," she said.

His eyebrow raised as he looked at her. "And what does lying get?"

"Well you just said behaved. You didn't specify if I behaved well or badly or..."

"You aren't making this any easier on yourself with your smart mouth," he cut her off. "Bend over the desk. Now."

She hesitantly followed him across the room and got into position. What a grump! she thought to herself. All this effort into dressing up in my Santa hat and new bra and panties and he's not even paying attention. This is NOT what I had in mind for tonight!

He had noticed the new attire and silently admired the view as she bent before him. His hand caressed her lace covered bottom before pulling her panties down to her knees. "Those weren't offering much protection anyway," he said with a grin.

She turned her head back to give him a fierce glare, but bit her tongue from further comment when she saw him select the longest and most flexible cane from their cabinet.

"Please not that one!" she whined.

His hand delivered several hard smacks to her bottom. "Are you in charge here?"

"Oww no! You are, sir," she screeched.

"Best you remember that," he said. "Now I'm going to ask my earlier question again. Have you behaved this year, young lady?"

"Not as well as I could have," she mumbled.

"That's a little more honest. You are going to get 12 strokes of the cane. One for each month of the year. Are you ready?" 

"Yes, sir." She braced herself across the desk.

He lightly tapped the cane against her several times. She wasn't sure if he did it for aim or just to make her even more anxious. Probably the latter.

Swiiiish, Craaaack!

Swiiiish, Craaaack!

Swiiiish, Craaaack!

Swiiiish, Craaaack!

 "Aaaah!" The first four strokes burned across her backside before she even had a chance to catch her breath. He rubbed his hand across each reddening cheek. "Eight more," he said firmly.

Swiiiish, Craaaack!

Swiiiish, Craaaack!

Swiiiish, Craaaack!

Swiiiish, Craaaack!

"Oww oww oww!" she jumped up and stamped her feet in a failed effort to dissipate the sting. He put his hand on the small of her back and led her back over the desk. 

"Four more," he said as he ran his hand across her bottom. "This is to encourage you to behave well next year so I'm going to make sure you remember it."

Swiiiish, Craaaaaack!

Swiiiish, Craaaaaack!

Swiiiish, Craaaaaack!

Swiiiish, Craaaaaack!

"AAHH aahh Ooow ooow!" The lines seared into her skin but she didn't dare move and risk extra strokes. His fingers traced the red welts left behind, the color a shocking contrast to her pale complexion. "Good girl. You took those very well. Come here."
He pulled her into a long embrace. "Merry Christmas, baby. You look beautiful tonight."

"Merry Christmas," she replied as he unhooked her bra and tossed it aside.

"Are you ready for your present?" she asked. 

She reached to unbuckle his belt and sat in front of him, still wearing the Santa hat and a smile.

8 comments:

Anastasia Vitsky said...

Ow ow ow ow!! What a mean guy to use a cane on such a poor innocent girl.

However, if the girl is named Lea I am sure she enjoyed it. :)

The other day I was in the store and saw some Christmas peeps. You must have enjoyed the peeps season!

sixofthebest said...

Love the caning story.

joeyred51 said...

I am glad that you had a fun Christmas.

Big Hug,
joey

kiwigirliegirl said...

great story
wish my sir had had that idea for me LOL
love kiwi

PK said...

Loved the story, hate the cane, but love the story.

Hugs,
PK

Marne said...

Loved the story...AND the cane!

Anonymous said...

Loved the story I tbelieve the cane more than served it's purpose

Lea said...

@Ana, I did have a few Peeps and enjoyed them. The girl's name in the story wasn't Lea, it was "she." Weren't you following along? ;-)

@sixofthebest, Thanks for reading!

@joey, This was fiction, but I did have a good Christmas. Hope you did too!

@kiwi, There's one more reason to tell him about your blog. Stories can be like a script. I mean... I'd never tell them what to do...

@PK, Ha, you're not alone. Thanks for reading!

@Marne, Glad you liked it! And I do recall that we both discovered our love of the cane at the same weekend.

@Anonymous, Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it!