Bert heard the doorbell and opened the front door to find a young woman who looked about twenty-five-years-old. She was holding a sports bag and so he reckoned it was a sales call. She smiled at him and asked, “Just checking you are Bert Mason?”
Bert, who was thirty-five-years-old, was surprised the young lady knew his name as it looked like a cold call, but, as she did, he replied, albeit in a surprised tone, “Yes, that’s me.”
The young lady smiled and said, “Great. My name is Miss Cane and I am here to give you your prize for entering the, ‘Cane Me,’ competition.”
Bert quickly looked around in case any of his neighbours heard what was said and then looked horrified at the young lady. He knew the magazine Cane Me as he bought it from the newsagent close to his office, but it was supposed to be his secret. That, and his fantasy to be spanked and caned by a woman. He had fantasised about it for years but never dared to take his fantasy any further, and so just read about it in the magazine until about three years ago when he registered online and saw it that way.
“How did you know where I lived?” he asked in a surprised but worried tone.
Miss Cane replied, “Well, you do pay by credit card and we got it that way.”
Bert was still confused and asked, almost floundering “Anyway, what competition?”
Miss Cane smiled as she replied, “The one in the magazine. You just had to click on the button and you were entered.” She looked at Bert quizzically and then, realising what must have happened, said, “Oh, my, you must have pressed the button by mistake. Wow, and you won, so how cool is that?”
Bert wasn’t feeling cool at all. What was he going to do now, he wondered, with the young lady on his doorstep? He heard movement in the street and so quickly said, “Look, you had better come in.”
Miss Cane walked inside and when Bert closed the door asked with a smile, “So, I’m guessing you don’t know what the prize is?”
Bert said in a confused tone, “Look, I don’t know anything you are talking about.”
Miss Cane smiled and said, “Okay, then, I’ll explain. We do this twice a year. We let our readers enter the competition for free. The winner can choose their own discipline scenario. You can be spanked by hand or one of the implements I have with me such as a strap, tawse, or cane, or a mixture of them all. It’s your choice.”
Bert was still taken aback. He didn’t know how he had entered and was worried it was some kind of scam, so he asked suspiciously, “So, if you got the information from my credit card, what is the number?”
Miss Cane smiled and replied, “I have all the information on this sheet.”
She handed Bert a piece of paper and he saw not just the card number but the expiry date and three-digit security number. It had to be real, he told himself, felt more relaxed, and started to think how lucky he was as not only didn’t he realise that he had entered the competition, but it was good timing as his wife, Sandra, was out for the afternoon and not due back for another three hours.
He asked in a more focused tone, “So, erm, just go over this again, Miss erm Cane?”
Miss Cane smiled and replied, “I understand your nervousness but it’s quite straightforward. You decide what discipline you want and we discuss the role play. Then, we act it out for real.” After a few moments, Miss Cane asked, “So, tell me what fantasy do you want to act out?”
As she asked that she took off her coat and Bert saw that she was wearing a sleeveless black dress with a very short hem, and had bare legs. She had long dark hair that flowed over her bare shoulders, well-toned arms, and the dress was low cut showing off her full cleavage She looked particularly strict and he knew that he was getting an erection just looking at her, even though she was young compared to himself and his wife. Still, he quickly reconciled that he wasn’t going to have sex with her, but only be disciplined by her.
Bert licked his lips and thought how one of his fantasies was to be spanked and then caned in a school scenario, and so explained, “ Well, what if you are a headmistress and I have got a double detention which earns me a spanking and six of the best. How does that sound?”
Miss Cane laughed. “Well, that is fine, except we have an hour's role play and so I can give you rather more than just a spanking and six strokes of my cane. I think we can easily build it up into something you will like. Maybe I can make a suggestion?”
Bert liked what he heard and agreed. “Sure, what do you suggest?”
Miss Cane replied, “We can start with you going across my lap and I spank you with my hand for a while. I then change from spanking you with my hand to spanking you with a wooden-backed hairbrush. I can then give you the first six strokes of the cane. It’s quite nice for you to then go back across my lap for another round of spanking with my hand and hairbrush, followed by another six strokes. As it’s school, I think a short respite with you facing the wall and me scolding you and making you understand you are a naughty boy, and then we would still have enough time for a further round of spanking and another six strokes.“
Bert was happy with the suggestion and was now really up for experiencing his long-held fantasy. He looked at the clock and saw that there was still plenty of time before his wife was due home. He looked at Miss Cane and asked eagerly, “So how does it work now?“
Miss Cane said, putting a more stern look on her face, “Well, as this is school role-play, you will now address me as 'Miss' at all times, and, as we are at your home, I would suggest that you get undressed and that I deal with you with you naked. I stay dressed which helps with my dominant role over your submissive one.”
Bert licked his lips at the thought of being naked in the company of a woman who was not his wife, but reconciled again that there was not going to be any sex involved so that would be okay, especially as Miss Cane would have left by the time his wife got home. He therefore agreed, and said with a smile, “That sounds like a plan.“
Miss Cane wagged her finger in front of Bert’s face and said sternly, “Address me as ‘Miss’ at all times. If you forget once more I will be adding six strokes in any case.” After a moment she added in the same stern tone, “Now get undressed, you naughty boy.”
Bert was taken aback by being scolded, but, equally, realised that he was turned on by such a stern retort. He, therefore, replied, “Yes Miss, sorry Miss.” He pulled his T-shirt over his head and threw it onto the sofa and then undid his jeans and pushed them down towards the floor, stepping out of them, picking them up, and putting them on the sofa with his T-shirt. He then pushed his underpants down to the floor, stepped out of them, and put them with his other clothes. He then stood in front of the still stern-looking Miss Cane and waited for further instructions.
Miss Cane opened her sports bag and took out a wooden-backed paddle hairbrush and a hook-ended cane then looked around the room and ordered, “Follow me to the dining table, boy.”
Miss Cane then walked up to the dining table, put the hairbrush and cane on the table, turned one of the chairs into the room, and sat down. She glared up at Bert and ordered, “Get across my lap you naughty boy.”
Bert licked his lips again as he looked down at Miss Cane’s lap and then, telling himself everything would be okay, he eased himself down and lowered his full weight onto her thighs, catching his fall with his hands on the floor, and settling down as best he could. He had to admit that he did like looking at her legs and painted toenails which were so close to his face, and also liked it when she put her hand on his bottom and started to rub it in circles. He was even feeling like the men he read about in the magazine as he heard Miss Cane say sternly, “Well, boy, you are very naughty to have got a double detention and whilst I know this is the first time, I must discipline you in such a way that I hope you do not earn another double detention.”
With that, Miss Cane raised her hand and brought her flat palm smartly down on Bert’s far bottom cheeks. She waited a moment and then spanked his other bottom cheek, and, after that, with just a few moments gap between each spank, proceeded to spank him persistently on alternate bare bottom cheeks. The intention was to build up the intensity of each spank as that was more erotic than going straight into a full blown spanking which is what would have happened if he really was being disciplined.
Bert ‘s bottom was stinging but he still found the submissive position across Miss Cane’s lap a turn-on and was getting more and more aroused. He even reckoned that he would have to masturbate after Miss Cane left and before his wife got home or else she would question how come he had such a hard-on.
Miss Cane watched the back of Bert’s head as she spanked him, and could tell he was getting aroused. She smiled to herself as she knew what Bert didn’t know, which was that he didn’t win any competition at all. Of course, he didn’t even enter a competition. In fact, this was something that had been organised by his wife who had discovered, quite by chance, that he was looking at the magazine website. She was happy enough to discipline Bert if that what was he wanted but didn’t want to raise it with him in case he wanted to be the dominant partner. So, she needed to establish just what he was fantasising about and arranged for her work colleague, who was actually an HR manager, to come and establish that. Miss Cane was really Lauren Chatsworth who was in a lesbian affair where she was the dominant partner and her girlfriend the submissive, and both enjoyed an S&M relationship with Lauren very much in charge.
So, having established that Bert wanted to be disciplined rather than be the dominant partner, she next needed to establish it wasn’t just a whimsical wish which he would stop if he found he couldn’t take the discipline. So, Lauren set about giving him the hand spanking she promised to test his resolve. She was of course very experienced and knew to spank alternate bottom cheeks for what turned out to be several minutes. She also knew that she wanted to establish the pattern of a long hand spanking, followed by several dozen spanks with the hairbrush, and then the cane, but all interspersed with corner time as well as scolding, both of which were common when it came to school discipline.
As the spanks got harder Bert still liked having to be bent across Miss Cane’s lap because the feeling of submission was turning him on. Even as the spanks continued on alternate bottom cheeks, so he didn’t mind the increasingly stinging feeling across his bottom, and even when he became aware that Miss Cane was spanking the same bottom cheek several times in a row, before doing the same to his other bottom cheek, he still found the feeling of submission and the stinging a turn on.
Lauren enjoyed giving men a spanking although not as much as when spanking her girlfriend. For her, spanking her girlfriend was definitely sexual and turned them both on, whilst, when spanking a man, she simply found it a feeling of power over what she always saw as the inferior sex. Of course, she understood that men saw themselves as the superior sex, but that never affected her judgement. It was during an evening drink with Sandra that they discussed whether men or women were the superior sex, and then, somehow, that led onto a discussion about S&M. It was just a short step from there to Sandra asking Lauren to help her out.
Once Lauren had spanked Bert’s bottom cheeks and turned them sufficiently red, she turned her attention to the backs of his legs. She knew from experience that this stung more than the spanks to his bottom, and enjoyed listening to the increasingly loud gasps. Of course, she also knew that once she had turned his legs the same red colour as his bottom cheeks, it was going to be time to use the hairbrush.
Bert thought that he was coping quite well with the spanking, and was even a little disappointed that it didn’t hurt more. However, that was a sign of his lack of experience, because, as soon as Miss Cane started to use the heavy wooden-pack hairbrush, he realised just how much a spanking could hurt. Even so, he focused, tensed his legs and his arms, shook his head from side to side in a bid to deal with the pain although quickly realised that didn’t work but stayed in place as the dominant Miss Cane continued to spank him with the hairbrush.
Lauren knew that she was causing Bert more pain than he had expected, but that didn’t stop her, and, in fact, encouraged her to spanking even harder. She waited until the beginnings of bruise marks showed on his bottom before stopping.
Once Lauren put the hairbrush down, she looked at the back of Bert’s head, and ordered, “Get up, you naughty boy, as I need to cane you.”
As he stood up he looked again at the dominant Miss Cane, who stood up and ordered, “Stand in front of the chair and bend over and grab the seat. I will be giving you six strokes of the cane.”
Bert was a bit wary of this part of his punishment, but he had fantasised about being caned as well. He therefore willingly bent over and grabbed the seat of the chair, looking down at it, but also at the floor behind him and saw Miss Cane’s upside down legs and the cane she was holding.
Lauren ordered, “Place your feet further apart, so that you retain your balance when you are being caned, you naughty boy.”
Bert again did as he was told whilst keeping an eye on Miss Cane’s legs. Once he was in position, he saw that she placed her legs apart and had positioned herself so that she was able to land the cane squarely on his bottom. He felt the cane being rubbed from side to side as he continued to look at Miss Cane’s legs, saw that her leg muscles tensed, and next moment he heard the almost grunt Miss Cane gave as she whipped the cane down on his bottom. He cried out as the pain was rather more than he had expected, but managed to keep a hold of the seat of the chair as the pain cascaded across his bottom. It was another few seconds before he cried out again as the second stroke landed across his bottom and the pain cascaded around again and was rather more intense than after the first stroke. After a few seconds more, the cane landed for the third time and the pain was reaching a level that Bert even wondered if he could cope with it. However, once the fourth stroke landed he realised that, although the pain was greater than he had expected, he was, in fact, dealing with it.