Kirsty returned with the cane, standing by the bed with it balanced in the palms of her outstretched hands, and offering it to Jake. Jenny saw her subservient pose; she was almost a mirror image of herself. Jenny, however, had been much older when she was introduced to caning, and it had been Jake, who had shown her the joys of submission and pain. Now, he was teaching her daughter.
She remembered her first time well. He had walked into the kitchen one day, where she and Derek were having a coffee. Derek got up and poured one for him, “You’ve come to see Jenny, I take it?”
Jake smiled. He had been fucking her for just over three months, and they were at the stage of cuckolding where Jake had a set of house keys and would call round whenever he needed to fuck. Jenny wasn’t just his only fuck at the time, but one which he saw with long-term relationship prospects. Derek would give them their privacy.
“I’ll just finish my coffee and leave you in peace.”
“It’s okay Derek, there’s no rush. I’m here for the afternoon, anyway.”
She had smiled. His commanding presence, and the way he controlled Derek, made her wet. There was something so erotic at having her lover tell her husband, that he would be spending the afternoon with his wife. A couple of nights before Jake had turned up at eleven o’clock, and they had just settled down in bed for the night. Jake came into the bedroom and Derek got out of bed and went to the spare bedroom. He sported an erection bulging in his briefs.
“See you in the morning,” Jake had said to him, before undressing and slipping into bed beside her.
She welcomed him, just as she always did, giving herself totally, and in the knowledge that her husband was in the next room hearing her getting fucked.
Derek didn’t stay long that afternoon. Jenny had looked at her wristwatch, with concern on her face. He got the message that she wanted to get to bed with Jake. Jake had smiled at him, and both of them noticed the bulge in his pants. There was no rush when he had left. They sat and talked for a few minutes. It was when Jake stood to take her upstairs that he noticed a garden cane in the corner. Jenny turned and told him it was one of Derek’s for the garden, It was Jake’s throwaway remark about it that changed everything for her.
“For a minute I thought he was about to take the cane to your arse!”
She laughed. “Derek? No. He would never dare do that to me.”
“Well, it does go on. Nothing like a man taking down your knickers and dispensing a bit of discipline!”
She had looked at him. She was still getting to know him and wasn’t sure about him, but she saw the look on his face. He was serious.
“I take it you’ve done it then?”
He smiled. “As I said, there’s a great deal of pleasure to be had in bending a woman over a table, lifting her skirt, taking down her knickers, and giving her six of the best. For both parties, that is!”
She didn’t say anything as he went to the corner and took it. She stood there watching as he ran it through his clenched hand a couple of times.
“Depending on the weight of the strokes it will sting and leave marks,” he told her.
She eyed him nervously. “Good job I have been a good girl then, hey?”
Jake smiled. “Have you? What about the other morning, Jenny? I wanted to fuck you after our shower, and you wouldn’t.”
“I… I had a meeting with the bank that morning. I wanted to feel fresh… feel comfortable.”
He put his hand on her shoulder. “And I needed a fuck, Jenny.”
“Sorry, it won’t happen again.”
“Perhaps, we should ensure that it doesn’t then?”
She felt drawn into it; felt trapped in his sexual web. She just stood there with her back to him.
“I think you should bend over this table, Jenny,” he suggested as he pressed his hand into her shoulder.
Jenny found herself giving in; found herself bending at the waist and lying over the table. “That’s a good, obedient girl, Jenny,” he told her as his hand reached down to the hem of her skirt,
She felt the cool air as he lifted it over her waist. She had worn stockings that day, and the air brushed over her naked, warm, thighs. The next moment his fingers were delving into the waistband of her knickers. She felt a tingling sensation as he pulled them over her bottom, she had experienced nothing like this before.
He took them down as far as her ankles and then stood up and rubbed his hands over her bottom. His fingers slipped between her legs, brushing her sex. She moaned. She was on fire.
“I’m going to give you six Jenny, and after each stroke, you will say thank you, understand?”
“Yes,” she answered quietly.
His first stroke was very gentle, but each one that followed got progressively sharper. By the time she got to the final one she was sobbing. Her bottom stung. Jake took her in his arms, hugged and comforted her, and also kissed her. It was all part of the reassurance that he loved and cared for her. Then he took her up to bed. Her inner thighs were as wet as her cheeks, and Jake went down on her before fucking her. The sex was the best she had in a long time.
And now her daughter was about to get a taste of the cane. Jenny knew that this wasn’t the first time, and it most certainly would not be the last. Jenny excused herself from the bedroom and went into the bathroom. She heard the striking of the cane on Kirsty’s flesh, heard the sobs and the cries, and a short while later heard them having sex.
Afterwards, Jake took his place in the bath and the girls attended to him, Kirsty, still with tears in her eyes and bottom stinging, and Jenny, in awe of his domination of them. Afterwards, they dried him and then he dressed while they showered.
He smiled as they came into the bedroom naked. He could sense that they felt comfortable now with their nakedness; comfortable in front of each other, and comfortable about being together with Jake. He went up to them and put his arms around the both of them. “I feel such a privileged guy,” he said. “having two very beautiful and sexy ladies to myself.”
