Margaret arrived to do the cleaning on Friday and she knew that she would be returning to the house again that evening to spend another night with Richard. She had still not made up her mind whether the caning that Richard desired would be administered on this day or whether she would postpone it until another time.
Richard was determined to keep the caning at the forefront of Margaret's mind and she smiled to herself when she found a magazine opened on a page showing a young man bent over and an older, headmistress type, woman behind him flexing a cane.
Margaret had given her late husband, Ralph, some real thrashings with a cane over the years, sometimes with him bent over and sometimes with him lying face down on the bed with his bare arse raised by pillows under his midriff. She had, however, not put the cane to use for at least four years.
The photograph in the magazine and her own reminiscing finally made up her mind that she would bring the cane with her on her return later that day but she also thought that, from her point of view at least, there was no reason why she should not stay Saturday night as well as Friday. She left a note for Richard confirming that she would bring her cane but she thought that it would be a good idea for the beating to take place on Saturday evening and she would return home on Sunday.
On finding the note on his arrival home from work, Richard felt elated at both the prospect of the caning and the suggestion that he have two nights with his much older lover. When Margaret arrived, Richard instinctively looked to see if she had the cane in her hand but she told him that it was in her car and that she would bring it in in due course.
There was the usual 'on arrival' kissing and then the two of them settled down on the settee together and put something on television although neither of them was really watching it as they frequently exchanged kisses. Margaret was starting to feel particularly randy so she undid Richard's trousers and started squeezing his cock through his underpants.
"Are you feeling horny again Mrs Leech?" he asked as she massaged his cock to erection.
"Seems that way, what are you going to do about it?" she said as she now dragged Richard's underpants clear of his penis so that she now had his bare cock in her hand.
Richard massaged her tits through her blouse as she slowly wanked his cock and then Richard undid her blouse and pulled her bra down at the front exposing her large breasts. Margaret moved so that she pressed her naked tits into Richard's face and his hands went to her trouser encased buttocks.
Margaret had her legs on either side of Richard's and as he licked her nipples and caressed her arse she said, "Fuck, Richard, you turn me on."
"And you do me you gorgeous sexy woman," replied her young lover.
Margaret needed his cock in her so she backed off where she was and removed her trousers and knickers and then returned to her original position but now guided his erect penis into her needy vagina. As she lowered herself onto him she groaned with pleasure and as she started to move up and down, he again put his mouth to her breasts and hands to her arse.
Some of Richard's fingers found their way into Margaret's arse crack and he then got the thumb of his right hand positioned in such a way that every time that Margaret slid down his rigid pole his thumb touched her anus. This was an additional sexual thrill and something that she had not had before and she was wild with lust as she rode his cock bringing her to orgasm, "Oh, God, fuck, oh, oh fucking hell," she panted as she came and as her arse descended this time Richard's thumb actually entered her anus.
Richard was both amused and thrilled by the pleasure that Margaret was getting but he now realised that his prick was about to spurt and he groaned, "Oh shit," as his spunk rocketed upwards into Margaret's cunt.
"Phew, that was something wasn't it?" giggled Margaret as they got their breath back.
"Certainly was," agreed Richard with his cock still in her.
When they went to bed a couple of hours later their sex was much more measured after their exertions in the early evening but just as satisfying as Richard shafted his sixty-year-old lover in the missionary position.
During the course of Saturday morning, Margaret fetched her cane from her car and placed it on the coffee table. Despite having wanted to feel one across his backside for quite some time this was the first time that Richard had actually seen a cane and the fact that one was now on display meant that his caning was ever closer.
Margaret had given her late husband some merciless floggings with that cane but she had no idea what Richard would be able to take so she thought that she had better talk to him about it, "My Ralph had a very high pain threshold and I gave him some real thrashings but I do not know what you will be able to take when the time comes," she said.
"I want you to treat me as you did him," said Richard.
"I am not sure that you know what that could mean, for instance after I cane you later you might still be feeling it when you go to work on Monday," she warned.
"Margaret, that is exactly what I long for," he enthused.
She was still not convinced so she gave him a further warning, "You should know that once the caning starts it is me and only me that decides when it is finished."
"Perfect, I want to be at your mercy," he replied although she was still uncertain whether he knew what he was in for.
It got to mid-afternoon and Richard said, "Fancy going to bed for an hour or so?"
"Ha, who is horny now?" she giggled, and then looking over her shoulder as she headed for the stairs she added, "Well, come on then."
Richard was again following those buttocks, that were currently inside knickers and trousers, up the stairs as they headed for what seemed likely to be their last fuck before his caning.
Facing each other in the bedroom clothing was removed and they stood naked kissing and groping until Margaret said, "How about a sixty-nine?"
That was one of Richard's favourite numbers and he responded, "Sure, me on top, or you?"
"Me I think, I fancy lowering my pussy onto your face," replied Margaret.
So Richard lay on his back, cock fully hard, and Margaret teasingly lowered her vagina onto his face before leaning forward and taking his penis in her mouth. There was much sucking and licking and they were both really turned on and neither was sure whether the oral action was going to continue until they climaxed but Margaret made the decision when she took her mouth off Richard's prick and said, "I need this in my cunt."
Richard was still licking the said cunt at the time but Margaret swung herself off his face and was on the bed legs wide apart. Richard, or more specifically his penis, took up the invitation and cock and cunt were reunited. The sixty-nining had taken them most of the way there so it was not too long before first Margaret and then Richard came.
After a little cuddle, they showered and then dressed leaving the application of cane to buttock the next item on the agenda.
They cuddled up on the settee for a while and Richard kept looking at the cane which was still on the coffee table. It was now almost seven o'clock in the evening when Margaret, out of the blue and in a stern voice said, "You will go and wait in the bedroom, I will tell you when I am ready to deal with you."
Richard looked at her with a smile on his face but on seeing that she was very much unsmiling he got off the settee and went upstairs as instructed, he knew that his caning was imminent and he was both nervous and excited.
As Richard had left the magazine open on a page depicting a headmistress, Margaret had decided to make the punishment a school-type one although much more severe than accepted school discipline. Richard was upstairs wondering how long he was to be kept waiting and he had been up there for about twenty minutes when Margaret shouted up the stairs, "Richard Moran, down here, NOW!"
