SENIOR junior cane

The senior cane, which I received as a 'private' Christmas present from my husband, was brought up in conversation the other day. It was a twosome conversation as you can imagine, and it grew out of circumstances altering my, ahem, commercial instincts and likely to adversely affect my wealth, at least as I saw it at the time. Yes it's long so skip the next two or so paragraphs if you just want to get to the caning.

We were driving from P's mom's house, often a bit of a stress for me in one way or another, when P said 'Cheer up, want to hear some good news?' I did of course and he went onto tell me he'd booked us flights for Barcelona, well Girona actually where he said we'd stay one night with two in Barcelona itself. I asked why the Girona night and he said we'd go and eat at El Celler de Can Roca, which is well known, or if not there, at the restaurant run by the mother of the three brothers who run El Celler. Complicated eh, and I got the impression P was trying to soften me up for the mother's place (which would no doubt be cheaper) But hey, if the lady raised three kids who've built one of the best restaurants in Europe she must know something about cooking so I wasn't too worried and I know my husband's weakness for bargains.

We fly out on the 3rd February, back Monday, he told me. Now that's all well and good and very thoughtful of my husband but on the Saturday I've got an arrangement to meet a Spanish guy who's provided me with storage bags for the past couple of years, I sell quite a lot of them, he's based in Alicante but he's in Leicester for two days and I'd promised to meet him because I'd like to expand that part of my business. I told P and he said it wasn't a problem, just re-schedule the meeting. Hmm. Well I pointed out that what wasn't a problem to my husband might be a problem to some of us mortals and it was usually one particular mortal who had to suffer or lose out or sort out the 'no problems' so lightly declared by my husband. The tone in my voice was changing, P could tell, it was just that he should have told me before booking instead of assuming and I told him so. Voices were raised a bit, P said he'd cancel, I said no after a while, he said he was sorry he hadn't checked with me first but he'd wanted it to be a surprise. Ah well that did it, don't men know how to say the rights things sometimes and even make you feel guilty.

I put my hand on his knee and said I was sorry for getting uptight. No problem (again) said my husband, it wasn't a spanking offence to which I smiled and said "Why not?' And that was when the Senior Cane came into things....P said 'Talking of spanking reminds me I still have that lovely Senior Cane to commission, haven't I?' I said I didn't think it warranted a senior caning (even though I'd yet to experience one) and my every helpful husband suggested perhaps a junior one then. All this was light banter you understand, and I quipped that a junior caning might be more appropriate. I was clearly flirting with the possibility of getting my backside warmed when we got home but in the belief that, as our school cane is at the office and we don't have a junior cane as such, and the senior was not appropriate, the only cane available was a light green garden plant cane which is in P's underwear drawer (I know because I put it there) and which is really not too intimidating.

Well how wrong was I.

Careful what you wish for is a saying we all know. When we got home P told me to go to the spare room and wait for him. A minute later in he came brandishing a long straight handle cane, I gasped and told him I thought we'd both agreed a senior caning wasn't appropriate and my husband smiled and said he wasn't holding the senior cane, he was holding a junior cane. 'I didn't know we had one, I gulped, it looks the same as the senior cane.' 'Indeed it does, and it's the same length and material but thinner by I think 3/16" of an inch. (you can see the difference between the two.)

When I bought the senior cane I bought a 3 pack, it was better value, quantity discount and the same carriage charge (did I ever tell you my husband searches out value in everything.) I got a senior, a junior and a nursery and this is the junior cane, stingy but not too deep it said, but I'm sure you'll have your own opinion shortly. You did say in the car a junior caning.....remember?'

He had me over a barrel and shortly he had me over our office desk in front of the window, jeans and knickers around my ankles, squealing like a little girl as he introduced my bottom to the wickedness of this newly acquired cane. It took my breath away I really hadn't expected it to be so cruel, it's so flexible it whipped and swished as it bit into one buttock then the other then a long sweeping stroke across both together, then over again. God my husband must have been practising. As I got to know the pattern of the strokes my bottom instinctively retracted one side then the other, then both together but of course there's only a limited amount you can retract when your thighs and hips are hard against a wooden desk. The spectacle I presented, of urgent but futile wiggling, gasping and yelping, affected my husband in a manner I hadn't experienced for a while.

The caning stopped abruptly, I heard his zipper pull down and his cock was at me before I'd even had time to adjust to the assault my bottom had just received. I'd dried up and was tight and it hurt when he forced into me and I squealed again, like I did when he caned me, and then my husband started a deep groan and I knew what was coming and it was all too fast and then my own floodgates opened and we both roared as we fucked violently and greedily over the desk. Afterwards we lay panting and laughing for a while. When P pulled out it was with a plop and I felt it trickle down my inner thighs , I kicked my jeans off and used my knickers to wipe us both then we flopped down on our little two-seater, my bottom still outraged by the unexpected ferocity.

Christ, P, if that was the junior cane I dread to think what a senior feels like.

Enjoy your weekend.

Ronnie

xx

Picture from Crimson & Black.