Written by spankcanecouple

BDSM
3 Jul 2009


Thanks for the appreciative messages for our first story contribution. Since that first time taking her to see the older man for a spanking/caning, we have met two more old perverts. This'll just be a quick story, covering the first of these two experiences.

The first was a 68 year old, traditional disciplinarian. After the first meeting, we were so keen to do it again. We let the first set of red stripes disappear from her bum, and let the anticipation take over as we selected our next lucky man. Ken (hi Ken!) seemed an exciting prospect. His fantasy was to dole out a belting followed by cane, to a young lady wearing modern tarty clothes. The agreed scenario was that I'd be the uncle of a poorly behaved schoolgirl, who takes her to see a headteacher on the weekend to set her on the straight and narrow. We picked an outfit that consisted of pink t-shirt, grey cotton snug fitting mini skirt, trainers and little pink socks, no bra, blue knickers with betty boo picture.

His house made for a great setting, being a quiet country cottage, very headmaster-esque. He answered the door in character, I suspect he has some experience here. He kept to type throughout the visit, an excellent headmaster. He was tall, thin, white beard, kinda scarey! The discipline session was incredible. The tension was held constantly, and he took his time...

We were beckoned in, he closed and locked the door behind us. He took us into the living room, invited me to take a seat, and her to stand in the centre of the room with her hands on her head. He read her list of misdemeaners as she nervously eyes her surroundings.. There was a big armchair, conspicuously pulled closer to the centre of the room. On it were an arrayed of implements:- three canes of varying thickness, a leather strap, a wooden paddle, and a riding crop.

He didn't do the typical spanking over the skirt, then knickers, then knickers down. Instead, he would pause during his speech, and order her to remove an item of clothing. He began with the t-shirt. She was lectured on the importance of wearing a bra, as she resumed the hands on head position. His hands surveyed each breast in turn. Next off was the skirt, which she removed while blushing intensely. I could tell the breeze was making her feel all the more exposed as she stood in knickers and trainers. Next was the final shame - to remove those knickers.

She was instructed to fold her clothes and place them on the coffee table. As she did, he picked up the wooed paddle. He told her to bend over the arm of the armchair. He touched her bare bottom as he positioned her into the exact pose he required. Then cracked down a dozen swats firmly on her bum. He'd take the time to rub her bottom - tocheck for warmness - between sets.

After the paddle, she had to touch her toes in the centre of the room as he checked through some papers. I could see her vulnerable goosebumps, and could tell her excitement at having to be bent over, bum facing the old pervert.

Next he positioned her on the armchair, propping her up so that each knee was on an armrest, and her cunt and bumhole were exposed to her new master. He tucked her head down towards the seat of the chair, so her bum was the highest and most exposed region. After some more deliciously inappropriate touching of her bum (which had my cock leaking as i watched), he picked the leather strap, and softly stroked it over her buttocks.

Now he began whipping each buttock in turn, this time she cried out, making noises part pain/part ecstasy. Her bum would ripple to each attack, wobble pertly, he'd feel her up, she'd resume position, and it would continue. He gave a fair few smacks like this until her bum was a glowing red.

For a finale, she had to kneel on the coffee table. I dictated that she would get no more than 6 with a whippy cane, as I didn't want a nice fantasy to become a hospital reality. She took these well, despite his eagerness to make each one felt.

After the story had been played out, we all exited character, and progressed to the second stage of the old man's request. He positioned her, still naked, back into the position on the armchair, legs wide apart. I took off all my clothes and stoked my dick as I tongued her very quickly to her first orgasm. He lowered his own trousers, and stroked his cock.

The agreement was for me to fuck my girlfriend over the armchair as he brought himself to pleasure. As it happened, as I fucked her firmly from behind, she eyed his hard old cock as he wanked. She looked over her shoulder at me with a cheeky grin. I didn't need an exlplaination, and took her to kneel on the floor by the chair. She told him to sit in the chair. I resumed my position behind her as she took his cock and began lickin the tip, then down the shaft. My cock was very very hard as I shagged her and she began deepthroating him. As i fucked her harder and faster, her head bobbing up and down, I felt the surge of heat rise. I pulled out and came all over the red, striped bottom. Rubbing it in as she continued to orally pleasure the old pervert.

She stood up, continuing to suck him, but enabling him to finger her to orgasm as he came in her mouth with a loud groan. She didn't let up, sucking and swallowing until it was all gone.

We weren't sure how we'd take to living out our fantasies, even whether we'd carry them through. It's been a shock to both of us that we tried it, repeated it, took it much further towards a sexual domain than we had planned, and furthermore have been discussing what we will do next.

We'll let you know x


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