Caned to and through orgasm

Words caused it of course. I can't acknowledge any other logical explanation for what happened. You see my husband caned me, over his knee with a short straight handled cane not one of those long public school headmaster types which would have been impractical. He did it because I'd had a crap week in a few ways and he thought I needed cheering up. Not the way many would want to be 'cheered up' but it got my attention at once. When he told me he was going to make me orgasm too, I thought yeah yeah. Then I warmed to the idea. He said in a relaxed and confident way and I kind of liked it even though there are usually other reasons, manufactured or otherwise, for him to spank me.

Anyway to cut to the quick he had me upstairs in our office, laying across his knees on the futon. He'd told me to wear my cotton summer skirt (It is close fitting) and he didn't take it off or pull it up. It was tight against my backside as his cane started its work and he was talking to me softly but firmly about a few things which had happened during the week. He paused from time to time to get my answers, he insisted he wanted answers where appropriate. Through a cotton skirt and knickers underneath, the cane wasn't too bad and the whole area of my backside was becoming very warm, in a nice way. He asked me if I was feeling sexy, I didn't answer until he prompted me and I admitted I was. He rubbed the mounds of my rump with his hand, it felt good and I responded by pushing up into it and then grinding against his thigh when he took it away.

He retrieved his cane and laid it across my bottom, gently, caressingly. He asked me if I wanted more, well of course I did and I squeaked and wiggled but he also insisted I tell him so I said Yes. He told me a woman of my experience needed more, that my bottom was made for the cane, he could sense I needed it harder and didn't I agree? I squeaked again and said Yes and he started shuffling my skirt up my thighs and over my bottom to the small of my back. He adjusted my knickers to the curves of my cheeks and resumed caning me, quite a different feeling with the skirt gone and cool air around me. It was sharp but not really hard like a full caning and he kept it going with a steady cadence covering the whole area of my buttocks with stinging strokes and talking to me all of the time, occasionally asking me if it was too hard or if I was enjoying it and insisting I answered.

I let him know it wasn't too hard. And what about enjoying it? he asked. I told him I was and he said he knew, he could tell from my breathing and my increased body movements and the way my hand had reached back and was squeezing his thigh. He told me he thought I needed it harder and he did it without a reply this time. He said he could see from the way my bottom was responding that I needed it harder still. This time he did want a reply and I said Yes...I think I do.

"You don't think you do, you know you do. Don't you?"

"Yes I do, P, please, I need it harder."

"I'm going to give it you harder, my girl, but not until you're ready for it."

I was really wiggling by this time and trying to get as much traction against his thigh as I could. He was still caning me, he hadn't increased or decreased. Then he told me he was going to slide his left hand under my tummy and feel between my legs so that he could better assess my condition and state of 'readinesss' as he put it. I nearly jumped out of my knickers just on those words. When he slid his hand under I felt myself wet into my knicker gusset and I emitted a squeal. He told me he recognised my symptoms and that I must have been having naughty thoughts and he was definitely going to cane me harder and as he started increasing the stokes my bottom started rising up to meet them.

"You're getting wet down there aren't you?" He asked as he slid a finger under the flimsy garment and felt the slickness between my lips. I made a throaty groan and pushed onto his hand. His cane came down harder. "I asked you a question, answer me please," he demanded. I told him Yes.

"Naughty girl," he said. "I think you're going to have an orgasm over my lap, and when it happens I'm going to cane you very hard for being so naughty. I think you deserve it, don't you?" I answered him Yes. I knew an orgasm was building and I did want it harder but more than anything I think it was the thought of having it harder that got to me.

Finally his piece de resistance, which tipped me over the edge, he said, "I think I'm going to have to take your knickers down and cane your naughty little bottom so hard you cry out right when you're coming, don't you?" I could hardly answer him at all I was exploding and just cried "Do it!...Do it!"

He took his hand from between my legs and dragged my knickers down quickly because he could see I'd started. The tidal wave rushed through me as he was caning my bare bottom with me writhing and bucking under its strokes. It was the hottest orgasm I'd had for ages and I just lay there panting. After several minutes I just said thank you.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx