"Peter, what am I going to do?"

"What's the problem?"

"We are having trouble with a few of the air hostesses when away from base. Some have dallied with men overnight, and there has been noise and damage to hotel rooms. The knowledge of it remains within the airline, and the media is not aware."

"These girls mostly get excellent staff ratings, so I have threatened them with grounding and cutting their pay. They are attractive, have a high sex drive which often gets the better of them, and they like working for us because of local connections."

"Cherry, do you have a copy of their contract, please?"

Infringements are concerned with 'conduct or behavior which damages the airline brand.'

I said, "Think about Angie, and how she got a sore bum. If the girl is from a conservative background, her family would be furious, so could you play on that and offer her the alternative of a hard caning?"

"Peter, it might work, and I can still sack any sluts."

"Concentrate on the family angle and refuse a reference for future employment, and threaten to leak it if she quits. You must stop them from talking about their problems with their mates."

"Peter, where would we carry out canings?"

"Here, in the basement, and it will need planning to give the girl a shock."

I had known something was up, so it was no surprise! The interviews and canings would take place at our house. The girl had to sign a waiver stating that agreement to the punishment was voluntary, and she could withdraw before her caning, which would end her employment. It protected (under their law) the airline from comebacks.

Girls who passed a brief medical examination would receive a twelve-stroke caning on their panties in private. To save embarrassment, disguised former policewomen would give merciless canings.

Restrained over a large table, the girl could not reach back to rub. Yelling and screaming in pain was OK, but no obscenities. The girls could lie on safari cots and recover, if they desired.

Six girls received caning in one afternoon, and after receiving the cane, most lay on a cot for about thirty minutes, composed themselves, and left. I had waited out of sight in case of problems. Cherry came to me and said, "The last girl caned is a character. When they untied her, she said, 'God, I've had three orgasms. Is there a man around, because I would love a good fuck?' She's still down there, so would you like to oblige?"

"OK, if you don't mind?"

"No, you are the boss, and it's acceptable for the boss to have access."

The girl was in the basement, on a cot, rubbing her thrashed and naked rump! She smiled and said, "I'm so sore, and there's a cure for that!"

"What's your name, and what sort of cure, please?"

"I'm Penelope. My little sister jumped at every cane stroke, and she needs her reward."

"I will take a shower."

"Me too."

I showered with this beautifully proportioned girl, admired her magnificent breasts and bum, swollen by her caning.

"Before you fuck me, give me more cane strokes and lecture me about my behaviour."

Don't argue about requested sexualised activity! She bent over a chair, stuck her bum out, and said, "My cousin Beatrice also received the cane today, and she is waiting for me at the local shisha joint. She is a cane freak and called me to ask if you can give her more strokes, then fuck her. It's unfair if I alone have fun, and I can call her mobile if you agree!"

"Alright. Tell her to come back, and I will see to her."

"OK, and thank you."

Her bum carried the swollen welts of a hard thrashing, and I didn't want to cut her, so I used a soft leather whip made with four millimetre diameter strands, which cut less than a cane.

"Your swollen marks could burst if I use a cane, so this is better."

"Sure, if you think it's best."

"You are a naughty girl, and a good whipping will make you think about your behaviour."

Whistle CRAAACK.

"Yeeow, that stung, you fat bastard."

"It's a miracle the airline employs girls like you. If I had my way, the airline would cane or whip you once a month to keep you on the straight and narrow."

Whistle CRAAACK.

"Ow, ow. Why don't you do it instead of talking about it? Many of us would love it, and even more if we got fucked afterwards."

"You wicked hussy. See how the next stroke feels."

I swung the whip harder than I had ever done in my life.

Shriller whistle, CRAAACK.

"Aaah, you gave me an orgasm with that stroke. Do it again, even harder.”

Shriller whistle, CRAAACK.

"Yeow, please, again, I'm having multiple orgasms. Give me the last two strokes hard and fast, and fuck my brains out."

"If you have to get screwed when you are away flying, don't get caught. This punishment should teach you to behave."

She said, "This is stimulation and not a punishment!"

Shriller whistle, CRAAACK.

"Yeow."

Shriller whistle, CRAAACK.

"Aaaaah, fuck me, you old freak."

She was bending over and rubbing her bum. I held onto her hips and entered her doggy fashion. It was a huge turn-on, and it was difficult not to explode on contact, even at my age.

Penelope said, "Do it harder. Rub against the cane marks and keep my orgasm going."

Her pussy was in turmoil, and she ground my member between her bottom cheeks!

An earth-moving orgasm swept over me, but I kept screwing her for as long as I could. There was a knock on the basement door, and I called, "Give me a few minutes," and cleaned up in the shower, emerging with a towel around me.

"Cherry, is that you?"

"Yes, and Beatrice is here for her 'treat,' as she calls it."

"Send her down, please."

Penelope said in a whisper, "I've done threesomes with her, so her seeing me naked is fine."

Beatrice turned out to be a lighter version of Penelope, who turned and leaned forward to give me sight of her welted and sore rump!

Penelope said, "That's worse than mine. Your orgasms must have been unbelievable."

"They were, and you will find out soon."

I said, "Beatrice, get naked, take a pee if you need and clean up to receive six of the best with the whip I've used on Penelope," who said, "It gives a wicked sting and amazing orgasms, which you will love."

Beatrice emerged naked, unfazed by my glances. Penelope described the procedure, and Beatrice bent over the chair.

She said, "Penny, please, hold my shoulders whilst I'm whipped."

I rubbed her bottom, and said, "You have one of the best jobs in the country for your age and education, and you treat it like a child. A good whipping will teach you to take better care of your life."

Whistle CRAAACK.

"Ow, ow, do you have to beat me like an animal?"

"Yes, and take it like a lady."

Whistle CRAAACK

"Ow, ow, this gives a worse sting than the cane."

"Good. You deserve it."

Naughty Penelope said, "Can you feel the stimulation in your pussy?"

"Yes, please, more like that. I have never felt so horny."

Whistle CRAAACK

"Aaaah, please, give me two more quickly."

Whistle CRAAACK

She was wagging her shapely rump and moaning!

Whistle CRAAACK

Beatrice was in the grip of an orgasm, and grinding her buttocks together, so I carried on whipping her. After three more strokes, she yelled, "STOP, STOP, fuck me now."

I was turned-on by the spectacle of her thrashed rump in motion, and frankly, her beauty, and I drove into her doggy fashion. It was almost identical to the experience of screwing Penelope earlier.

Penelope locked eyes, smiled, and said, "Sisters sharing is our nature."

"Beatrice," I said, "has this been worth the pain?"

"Yes, it's the first time I have had multiple orgasms."

Beatrice stood up, rubbing her bottom, and Penelope took her in her arms.

"Uncle Peter, please, can you leave us to enjoy for a while?"

"Sure, and please take your time."

I cleaned up and was about to get dressed when, in a classic 69 position, Beatrice, who was on top, said, "Whip my bum while Penny sucks me."

If it's what she wants, why not? I admired her fortitude. Penny yelled, "Don't bite me, please," probably scared of Beatrice losing control because of a stinging bum.

After five moderate strokes given every 30 seconds while they devoured each other's pussies, Penny said, "It's my turn," and they exchanged positions. When action resumed and they were in bliss, I started on her. She stood it better than Beatrice, perhaps because her bigger rump absorbed the pain better.

Penny had taken eight strokes when she said, "Please, leave us to pleasure ourselves."

I got dressed and went up to find Cherry, who was waiting in the bedroom with an amused expression on her face.

"What went on down there?"

I said, "As you know, I caned and then fucked Penny. Beatrice arrived, and I first caned and then fucked her. They got into a '69' and I gave them more whipping as they ate each other out. I'm waiting for them to finish, get dressed and leave!" 

Cherry said, "We did the right thing, because as they left, I talked to the other girls. They were in pain and wanted to keep it quiet. Caning is not for everyone, but Penny and Beatrice have taken to it like ducks to water, and whilst they must be careful in the future, their sexual horizons will involve erotic spanking. Once they have left, please, give me what I need!"

When I heard footsteps in the hall, I went to say goodbye. They looked slightly embarrassed, and Penny said, "Thank you so much for taking care of us. We are naughty girls, but we paid for it and promise to be no more trouble to the airline and never to talk about today. Auntie Cherry needs you!"

Good advice!

Cherry said, "I had a hard time waiting as I heard the screams as those naughty girls got a sore arse, and it serves them right."

I said, "I'm always surprised at your liberal attitude about my activities with other women."

"Don't be. I was no angel until we met, and you were a good boy and denied yourself a good time for too long. In our culture, dealing with naughty girls is normal, and no one thinks the worst of it, as long as it's in private and the partner agrees, but you owe me sensual time. Give me a good hiding with the leather whip. The cane is best when I deserve it, but I love the sensation of the leather wrapped around my bum."

The whip was in the basement, and it was a chance to check that Penny and Beatrice had left it tidy, which they had.

There was a handwritten note, which said, "Thank you so much for giving us what we deserved and for the extras, which are available whenever you desire." I took it to Cherry, who laughed and said, "You see! They respect and respond to good leadership."

She positioned herself at the end of the bed, naked, bum up, and inserted her favourite vibrator.

She said, "Whip me, please. I have been waiting all afternoon."

I began with moderate strokes and about fifteen seconds between them.

"Harder, please. The leather gives me hot stings, and the vibrator helps me with them."

By the ninth stroke, Cherry was in the grip of an orgasm, and I wondered how many strokes she would take when she pulled out the vibrator.

"Fuck me, please," and Cherry reached around, grabbing at my dick.

Her vulva was deep crimson and soaking as I entered her doggy fashion.

"I love the feeling when you rub against the whip marks. Stay hard inside me."

She had me in the grip of her bum cheeks and pelvic muscles, and deserved her arousal for as long as possible, but fatigue beat me, and I lay beside her, stimulating her vulva with a finger, while she fondled my dick.

She said, "I'm hungry, and there is enough in the fridge, so let's eat."

We were into a chicken salad when Cherry's phone rang. It was Angie!

Cherry said, "Oh, you are with Beatrice. Is she OK?"

The phone was on speaker, and Angie said, "You did a job on her bum, and I'm rubbing aloe vera ointment into it. Despite the stings, she loved the procedure, and Uncle Peter is so virile, isn't he!"

"Yes, very much so. Does Beatrice like our disciplinary policy?"

"Yes, she does, but thinks that she and Penny are unusual, and caning not only hurts, but embarrasses the rest, so they will keep quiet, and therefore it will work."

"So, if it had been you, what do you think?"

"I would misbehave to get a dozen cane strokes across my arse and let Uncle Peter fuck me. I confided in my mum about my experience with you. For the first time, she discussed her past with me, and we understand how good a caning can be, so if I want it, she will cane me in secrecy. She has done so once already and left me to pleasure myself. Beatrice and I sometimes cane each other, and there is enjoyment afterwards."

I heard Beatrice laugh!

Cherry said, "What have we started?"