Love and Spanking Pt 5
After David’s suspicions that Mrs Reynolds enjoyed caning his backside, he contrived to get himself caned. At first it didn’t seem to work, but then, one evening while he was at Cynthia’s house, he inadvertently uttered a rather naughty word. The three of them were sitting in front of the television and Mrs Reynolds reacted immediately. Cynthia went red with embarrassment.
“Cynthia, fetch the cane, I will not tolerate that kind of language in my house.”
“I’m sure he didn’t mean to say that Mum,” said Cynthia, rushing to David’s defence.
“I don’t care if he did or he didn’t, I will not have it, fetch the cane.”
Cynthia got up and left the room.
“Was it an accidental slip of the tongue?” asked Mrs Reynolds.
“Yes, I’m very sorry Mrs R.”
“It’s no good being sorry now. Are you prepared to accept my punishment?” asked Mrs Reynolds.
David again detected that tiny hint of a smile. “Yes Mrs R, I am.”
Cynthia returned, holding the cane, and handed it to her mother.
“Sit down, you can have a good view of what happens to naughty boys in this house,” said Mum.
Cynthia sat back down on the settee.
“David, come here,” ordered Mrs Reynolds, bending the cane in between her hands.
David stepped over to Mrs Reynolds, giving Cynthia a smile as he did so.
“Now bend over and touch your toes.”
“Please Mum, not too hard,” pleaded Cynthia.
“He’s old enough to take his punishment,” retorted Mrs Reynolds.
David bent over and held his ankles, his heart pounding with excitement.
“I said touch your toes,” said Mrs Reynolds firmly.
“Sorry,” replied David, absolutely loving the authority in Mrs Reynolds’voice.
“I regard swearing as extremely bad behavior and as a result I shall give you six of the best.”
Wonderful, thought David.
“Oh no Mum, not that” cried Cynthia in desperation.
“Cynthia, will you be quiet, unless you want to join him,” said Mum.
“It’s alright Cyn, I’ll take my punishment,” said David bravely. He knew it was going to hurt but it was worth it. The thought of that woman wielding the cane was a real turn on.
Mrs Reynolds got herself ready and delivered the first stroke. David winced as the fire burned across his bottom. Cynthia looked away, almost in tears.
The second and third drew gasps of pain. Cynthia could stand no more and rushed from the room. Mrs Reynolds smiled to herself. Now she had David all to herself.
The remaining three strokes drew faint gasps of ow and ouch. Outside the door, Cynthia stood with hands over her ears. She hated the thwack of the cane on David’s tightly trousered bottom.
The six delivered, David stood up and rubbed his bottom. There were tears in his eyes, but he had survived.
“Give this to Cynthia and tell her to take it back upstairs,” said Mrs Reynolds, handing the cane to David. He was now convinced that Mrs Reynolds enjoyed caning him as that hint of a smile appeared again. Was she secretly trying to convey her enjoyment of caning him, he wondered.
David took the cane out to Cynthia. “Your Mum says to take this back upstairs,”
“Are you alright, did it hurt very much?” she asked, biting her lip anxiously.
“I’m ok, yes it hurt like hell, she certainly knows how to use this thing,” said David, giving his bottom another rub.
Cynthia took the cane and returned it to its place in her bedroom.
“How’s the bottom?” asked Mrs Reynolds, as David returned to the lounge.
“Sore,” he replied.
Mrs Reynolds smiled openly. “I’m sorry that I had to do that David, but I must punish any wrongdoing,”
“It’s alright Mrs R. I deserved it.”
Cynthia returned and sat down with David. When it was time for him to leave, she went to the front door to see him off.
“You won’t let tonight put you off seeing me will you?” she asked anxiously.
“Course not, nothing’s changed,” replied David, giving Cynthia a kiss and a hug.
“I’m so afraid of losing you. You could find another girl and have none of this,” said Cynthia.
“I don’t want another girl, I only want you,” assured David.
It was several weeks before Mrs Reynolds’ cane was in action again.
“Cyn, what colour knickers have you got on today?” asked David as they sat in the kitchen.
“Why do you want to know that?” replied Cynthia.
“Dunno, just wanted to know.”
“As it happens, they’re yellow.”
“Let’s have a look?”
“What!” gasped Cynthia.
“Go on, just a quick peep,” urged David.
“No,” replied Cynthia firmly.
“Oh, go on, there’s no harm in a quick peep, just to please me,” pleaded David.
Cynthia sighed. “Oh, alright, just this once mind, don’t ask me again.”
“Thanks,” replied David, a thrill of excitement running through his body.
Cynthia stood up and lifted her skirt just enough for David to glimpse a flash of yellow with white suspenders thrown in.
“What on earth do you think you’re doing?”
It was the voice of Mrs Reynolds as she suddenly appeared at the kitchen door.
“Oh,” gasped David and Cynthia in unison. They hadn’t heard Mrs Reynolds come downstairs.
Cynthia immediately dropped her skirt into place.
“Well, I want an answer.”
Both Cynthia and David looked at each other. David did the gentlemanly thing and spoke up. “It was my fault Mrs R, I persuaded her to show me what knickers she was wearing today.”
“You disgusting little boy,” said Mrs Reynolds angrily.
“I’m sorry Mrs R, I didn’t mean anything, it was just a bit of fun, that’s all,” protested David.
“Huh. And what’s the next step?” demanded Mrs Reynolds.
“Mum, it wasn’t like that, I won’t do it again.”
“You’re damn right you won’t. Now go and fetch the cane.”
“Oh no Mum, please.”
“You heard what I said, I’m going to nip this in the bud.”
“Honestly Mrs R. It was a silly thing to do, I didn’t think,” added David.
“Be quiet. Cynthia, are you going to fetch the cane or not?”
Cynthia left the kitchen, head bowed in disappointment.
“You, go into the dining room and get on the chair and get your trousers down,” ordered Mrs Reynolds.
David was in no mood to argue. After all, a caning from Mrs R was something not to be missed. He left the kitchen, and went into the dining room and pulled out a chair. He took his trousers down and knelt on the chair, hands on the back. As soon as Mrs Reynolds entered the room, he leaned forward and pushed his bottom out. This was the position Mrs Reynolds insisted on, when both Cynthia and David were to be caned. Why, David could never figure out.
“You can consider yourself very fortunate young man. As I consider that you meant no further mischief, I shall be lenient and give you three,” said Mrs Reynolds as she got ready and whipped the cane across David’s thinly covered bottom.
“Oooow.”
This was the first time Mrs Reynolds had delivered a trousers down caning and, boy, did it hurt. The next two inflicted a similar burning of the offending bottom.
“Up you get,” said Mrs Reynolds.
David slipped off the chair and grabbed his burning bottom. As he pulled up his trousers he made a quick glance through his watering eyes at Mrs Reynolds and, yes, there was that very tiny hint of a smile.
“Tell Cynthia to come in,” ordered Mrs Reynolds, giving the cane a wicked sounding swipe.
David went to the kitchen, feeling for poor Cynthia, with only those thin yellow knickers for protection.
“Your turn,” said David as he entered the kitchen.
“Was it bad?” asked Cynthia.
“Worst she’s ever given me,” replied David, rubbing his bottom.
Cynthia bit her lip and with an anguished face made her way into the dining room.
“You know what to do,” said Mrs Reynolds.
Cynthia knelt on the chair and Mrs Reynolds pulled up her skirt and petticoat and tucked them into the waist of the skirt.
“I’m going to be lenient as it was his idea. You should still have refused. I’m letting you off with two,” said Mrs Reynolds, tapping Cynthia’s bottom.
“Thank you Mum,” whimpered Cynthia.
Thwaacckk!!
“Aaaaagh,” cried Cynthia.
Thwaaacckk!!
“Oooooowwwch,”
“Right, stand up.”
Cynthia got down from the chair and grabbed her bottom. She stood rubbing for several minutes, watched by her Mum. She then pulled her skirt and petticoat out and let them fall into place.
“Now take this back,” said Mrs Reynolds, handing the cane to Cynthia.
After David’s suspicions that Mrs Reynolds enjoyed caning his backside, he contrived to get himself caned. At first it didn’t seem to work, but then, one evening while he was at Cynthia’s house, he inadvertently uttered a rather naughty word. The three of them were sitting in front of the television and Mrs Reynolds reacted immediately. Cynthia went red with embarrassment.
“Cynthia, fetch the cane, I will not tolerate that kind of language in my house.”
“I’m sure he didn’t mean to say that Mum,” said Cynthia, rushing to David’s defence.
“I don’t care if he did or he didn’t, I will not have it, fetch the cane.”
Cynthia got up and left the room.
“Was it an accidental slip of the tongue?” asked Mrs Reynolds.
“Yes, I’m very sorry Mrs R.”
“It’s no good being sorry now. Are you prepared to accept my punishment?” asked Mrs Reynolds.
David again detected that tiny hint of a smile. “Yes Mrs R, I am.”
Cynthia returned, holding the cane, and handed it to her mother.
“Sit down, you can have a good view of what happens to naughty boys in this house,” said Mum.
Cynthia sat back down on the settee.
“David, come here,” ordered Mrs Reynolds, bending the cane in between her hands.
David stepped over to Mrs Reynolds, giving Cynthia a smile as he did so.
“Now bend over and touch your toes.”
“Please Mum, not too hard,” pleaded Cynthia.
“He’s old enough to take his punishment,” retorted Mrs Reynolds.
David bent over and held his ankles, his heart pounding with excitement.
“I said touch your toes,” said Mrs Reynolds firmly.
“Sorry,” replied David, absolutely loving the authority in Mrs Reynolds’voice.
“I regard swearing as extremely bad behavior and as a result I shall give you six of the best.”
Wonderful, thought David.
“Oh no Mum, not that” cried Cynthia in desperation.
“Cynthia, will you be quiet, unless you want to join him,” said Mum.
“It’s alright Cyn, I’ll take my punishment,” said David bravely. He knew it was going to hurt but it was worth it. The thought of that woman wielding the cane was a real turn on.
Mrs Reynolds got herself ready and delivered the first stroke. David winced as the fire burned across his bottom. Cynthia looked away, almost in tears.
The second and third drew gasps of pain. Cynthia could stand no more and rushed from the room. Mrs Reynolds smiled to herself. Now she had David all to herself.
The remaining three strokes drew faint gasps of ow and ouch. Outside the door, Cynthia stood with hands over her ears. She hated the thwack of the cane on David’s tightly trousered bottom.
The six delivered, David stood up and rubbed his bottom. There were tears in his eyes, but he had survived.
“Give this to Cynthia and tell her to take it back upstairs,” said Mrs Reynolds, handing the cane to David. He was now convinced that Mrs Reynolds enjoyed caning him as that hint of a smile appeared again. Was she secretly trying to convey her enjoyment of caning him, he wondered.
David took the cane out to Cynthia. “Your Mum says to take this back upstairs,”
“Are you alright, did it hurt very much?” she asked, biting her lip anxiously.
“I’m ok, yes it hurt like hell, she certainly knows how to use this thing,” said David, giving his bottom another rub.
Cynthia took the cane and returned it to its place in her bedroom.
“How’s the bottom?” asked Mrs Reynolds, as David returned to the lounge.
“Sore,” he replied.
Mrs Reynolds smiled openly. “I’m sorry that I had to do that David, but I must punish any wrongdoing,”
“It’s alright Mrs R. I deserved it.”
Cynthia returned and sat down with David. When it was time for him to leave, she went to the front door to see him off.
“You won’t let tonight put you off seeing me will you?” she asked anxiously.
“Course not, nothing’s changed,” replied David, giving Cynthia a kiss and a hug.
“I’m so afraid of losing you. You could find another girl and have none of this,” said Cynthia.
“I don’t want another girl, I only want you,” assured David.
It was several weeks before Mrs Reynolds’ cane was in action again.
“Cyn, what colour knickers have you got on today?” asked David as they sat in the kitchen.
“Why do you want to know that?” replied Cynthia.
“Dunno, just wanted to know.”
“As it happens, they’re yellow.”
“Let’s have a look?”
“What!” gasped Cynthia.
“Go on, just a quick peep,” urged David.
“No,” replied Cynthia firmly.
“Oh, go on, there’s no harm in a quick peep, just to please me,” pleaded David.
Cynthia sighed. “Oh, alright, just this once mind, don’t ask me again.”
“Thanks,” replied David, a thrill of excitement running through his body.
Cynthia stood up and lifted her skirt just enough for David to glimpse a flash of yellow with white suspenders thrown in.
“What on earth do you think you’re doing?”
It was the voice of Mrs Reynolds as she suddenly appeared at the kitchen door.
“Oh,” gasped David and Cynthia in unison. They hadn’t heard Mrs Reynolds come downstairs.
Cynthia immediately dropped her skirt into place.
“Well, I want an answer.”
Both Cynthia and David looked at each other. David did the gentlemanly thing and spoke up. “It was my fault Mrs R, I persuaded her to show me what knickers she was wearing today.”
“You disgusting little boy,” said Mrs Reynolds angrily.
“I’m sorry Mrs R, I didn’t mean anything, it was just a bit of fun, that’s all,” protested David.
“Huh. And what’s the next step?” demanded Mrs Reynolds.
“Mum, it wasn’t like that, I won’t do it again.”
“You’re damn right you won’t. Now go and fetch the cane.”
“Oh no Mum, please.”
“You heard what I said, I’m going to nip this in the bud.”
“Honestly Mrs R. It was a silly thing to do, I didn’t think,” added David.
“Be quiet. Cynthia, are you going to fetch the cane or not?”
Cynthia left the kitchen, head bowed in disappointment.
“You, go into the dining room and get on the chair and get your trousers down,” ordered Mrs Reynolds.
David was in no mood to argue. After all, a caning from Mrs R was something not to be missed. He left the kitchen, and went into the dining room and pulled out a chair. He took his trousers down and knelt on the chair, hands on the back. As soon as Mrs Reynolds entered the room, he leaned forward and pushed his bottom out. This was the position Mrs Reynolds insisted on, when both Cynthia and David were to be caned. Why, David could never figure out.
“You can consider yourself very fortunate young man. As I consider that you meant no further mischief, I shall be lenient and give you three,” said Mrs Reynolds as she got ready and whipped the cane across David’s thinly covered bottom.
“Oooow.”
This was the first time Mrs Reynolds had delivered a trousers down caning and, boy, did it hurt. The next two inflicted a similar burning of the offending bottom.
“Up you get,” said Mrs Reynolds.
David slipped off the chair and grabbed his burning bottom. As he pulled up his trousers he made a quick glance through his watering eyes at Mrs Reynolds and, yes, there was that very tiny hint of a smile.
“Tell Cynthia to come in,” ordered Mrs Reynolds, giving the cane a wicked sounding swipe.
David went to the kitchen, feeling for poor Cynthia, with only those thin yellow knickers for protection.
“Your turn,” said David as he entered the kitchen.
“Was it bad?” asked Cynthia.
“Worst she’s ever given me,” replied David, rubbing his bottom.
Cynthia bit her lip and with an anguished face made her way into the dining room.
“You know what to do,” said Mrs Reynolds.
Cynthia knelt on the chair and Mrs Reynolds pulled up her skirt and petticoat and tucked them into the waist of the skirt.
“I’m going to be lenient as it was his idea. You should still have refused. I’m letting you off with two,” said Mrs Reynolds, tapping Cynthia’s bottom.
“Thank you Mum,” whimpered Cynthia.
Thwaacckk!!
“Aaaaagh,” cried Cynthia.
Thwaaacckk!!
“Oooooowwwch,”
“Right, stand up.”
Cynthia got down from the chair and grabbed her bottom. She stood rubbing for several minutes, watched by her Mum. She then pulled her skirt and petticoat out and let them fall into place.
“Now take this back,” said Mrs Reynolds, handing the cane to Cynthia.
Statistics: Posted by lisamum10 — Sun Jul 31, 2016 8:44 pm