Wednesday, 31 August 2016

I got the cane

True to his word, P gave a me a sting on Sunday afternoon (not Monday as threatened), a humdinger which put last week's wasp effort to shame. I got a massage too so I was floating on air with a sore bottom grinning like a cat that got the cream. I got that too as it happened, but a bit later, so all in all a good long weekend for me and my spanking drought broken.

We've had a food festival in town over the weekend, all sorts of artisan stuff, not just food, from near and far. It filled the town and was nice, we visited and I tried Vietnamese street food which I liked and P had some Lebanese stuff in a wrap. We shared a bottle of Big Cock beer (true) between us. When we got home P asked me how my wrist was and I told him it was itching and I wanted to rub it; he told me he was going to give me something else to rub, something to take my mind completely off it. He ordered me upstairs and told me to strip to my knickers and lay on the bed.

He joined me two minutes later, he was down to a pair of shorts. He looked briefly in my dresser for something he couldn't find (I learned later it was massage oil) then grabbed a talc from the dresser top and sprinkled it on my back and shoulders. He climbed on the bed, sat astride my thighs just below my bottom and started massaging me. He's a good masseur, he learned about it when he was having deep tissue treatment for his back, and he does it really well. He does the whole thing, feet, calves thighs not just the upper body, he finds knots and causes sweet pain as he makes them melt away. After 30 minutes or so I was in another place. He'd studiously avoided my buttocks, I assumed he was saving them till last, in fact I was still knickered, wanting him to go there but not asking for it, I was more than content. He asked me how I felt, he hardly needed to, my low moans had been telling him all along. I said I was melty. I felt him get off the bed and and he kissed me between my shoulders and told me he was going to cane me now.

I nearly jumped off the bed. I almost got out a "But I haven't done anything.." but he stopped me and told me to shush and relax. He pushed my shoulders back down and kissed them again and then his hands took my knickers down to my thighs and I felt the air on my bottom. I was willing him to talc it, to make his hands slide smoothly over it, to knead it and caress it. Instead he reached under the mattress and I knew he was withdrawing his cane, I saw it from the corner of my eye, the straight handled whippy one. I groaned.



After a couple of whooshes through the air it landed across my bottom. I gasped but the pain wasn't hideous. I felt his hand on my back and he told me to relax, stop tensing. I did and the cane landed again, it was the 20cm or so tip end of the cane, the whippiest part and it stung but it stung evenly. I didn't tense. He told me I was a good girl and to raise my bottom a bit for him. I was going to anyway. The third stroke bit into me and I whimpered "Oh P". He just said "Good girl, stay relaxed" and he walked round to the other side of the bed. He gave me three strokes from that side, they were stinging but I didn't tense I really wanted to be a good girl for him. He returned to the left side of the bed and told me he was going to cane me harder now. He took my hand from the pillow and gently pulled it down and to the side, lifting it and placing it on his cock which was tenting powerfully in his shorts. I said "Oh god" and moved to get up but he steadied me back on the bed and repeated he was going to cane me harder now and I was to be a good girl and I was to keep my hand on his cock while he did it. Fuck fuck fuck!! What sort of things happen in my husband's brain to make him do this kind of thing to a girl I have no idea but I was tearing up inside, wanting to eat him and wet myself and stick my bottom up and be a good girl all at the same time. And yes, I realised, as well as those things I wanted him to continue caning me, to make me sting and ask for more and relax and be obedient and trust him to deal with me.

I got six more strokes while I held his boner and I raised my bottom after every one. I was on fire. I got another six from the opposite side of the bed, my husband likes symmetry, and then it was over. I felt talc falling softly on my bottom, I thought of icing sugar dusting a cake and him licking it. His firm hands pressed down into my buttocks, weighing them and checking them and caressing and kneading them and I winced at the tender bits and pushed them harder into his hands. I felt a trickle between my legs I was so turned on I wanted him to fill me with lust bloated cock but I didn't want him to stop doing what he was doing.

He did stop. He unexpectedly pulled my knickers up then kissed me on the cheek and told me to take my clothes and get dressed downstairs. He wanted to do his exercises which he does routinely to keep his back in good order. I must have looked empty, he smiled and told me to get a move on and not to look so sorry for myself or I'd get another caning and it wouldn't be such a yummy one. I scooted out of the bedroom, thinking to myself that was just the right word for the massage and caning I'd just had; yummy. I floated down the stairs.

Half an hour later P came into the lounge, he still had his shorts on, he came over and sat next to me. He put my hand in his lap and asked me how the wasp sting felt now, I said "what wasp sting?" He laughed and I felt his cock stir. He asked me if I'd enjoyed my little massage and I said I'd enjoyed all of it, the caning too and I lowered my eyes in case he saw a light that shouldn't have been there. "Hmm...you'd better show me how much you enjoyed it then, hadn't you," said my husband. I'd hardly need an invitation, I was no my knees in no time and sucking away at my husband's cock, I whimpered when I felt it coming and squeezed his balls when it started to pump into my mouth. I stayed slurping until the spasms had finished and he had nothing more to give me. I wanted sex and I didn't want sex, I liked feeling exactly as I did; massaged, caned and filled and horny as hell. 

Ronnie
xx  

15 comments:

Michael M said...

Wowsers. A great time had by all. Holding P whilst being caned by him is cute.

an English Rose said...

Hi Ronnie, what a jolly good bank holiday!
love Jan, xx

Roz said...

Wow Ronnie, this was hot! Goodness, holding him while he canes you. A potential risk on his part lol. Glad you had such a wonderful long weekend. Hope the wrist is now feeling better.

Hugs
Roz

abby said...

HOT...so HOT. He is a creative one...That last sentence pretty much is the happy ending to a wonderful time.
hugs abby

PK said...

Change the cane for a belt and you had the perfect afternoon in my mind. I'm very happy for you!

lindy thomas said...

Wonderful long weekend for you Ronnie. P kept to his word giving you something to take your mind off the wasp sting. Hope it has improved or have you forgotten it now. LOL!
Hugs Lindy

Hermione said...

The massage reminded me of a similar scene in 9 1/2 Weeks, with her bottom saved for last. A lovely Bank Holiday festivity!

Hugs,
Hermione

Leigh Smith said...

P is w/o a doubt the bestest and knows just how to make you happy.

Minelle Labraun said...

You sure we're a very lucky well taken care of lady!

MrJ said...

Lucky gal!

Cat said...

Wow, Ronnie...P sure does know how to take your mind off that sting doesn't he. ;) Hope your wrist is doing better.

Hugs and blessings...Cat

Janey said...

You both seem to know how to make the most of a bank holiday weekend. Sounds as though it was enjoyed by both of you. X

ronnie said...

Michael - I liked it. Happy holidays. Thanks.

Jan - Even the weather behaved:) Thanks.

Roz - I quite liked holding him:) I just wished the itching would stop. Thanks.

Abby - It was truly perfect. Thanks.

PK - I know you love the belt. Thanks.

Lindy - It certainly took my mind of that particular sting. Still itching. Thanks.

Hermione - Don't remember that bit. Thanks.

SG - He knows me well. Thanks.

Minelle - Sometimes I forget how lucky I am. Thanks.

MrJ - You can say that again. Thanks.

Cat - Tried the baking soda remedy (thanks for mentioning it) and seems better this morning except for the itching. Keeping fingers crossed that it continues. Thanks.

Janey - This was one of the better bank holidays:) Thanks.

Love,
Ronnie
xx

Katie said...

Just WOWWWW Ronnie!!! :) P sure knows how to make you happy! Sounded like a lovely time for the two of you. hot Hot HOT HOTT!!!

I hope that the itching has stopped. Did you try some hydrocortisone cream? They make some with anti-itch properties around here. It can be very helpful. Feel good... Oh wait a minute, sounds like you sure do! LOL! Many hugs,

<3 Katie

ronnie said...

Katie - He does know indeed. It really did hurt I was surprised how much. Still itches a little. Cream didn't work for me:( Thanks.

Love,
Ronnie
xx