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It is FM, involves caning and contains appx 4000 words. I am also uploading a PDF version as I prefer that when reading myself.
House Rules, by Stephen Peters
Several years ago I published a story on
Nik Hall was a 21 year-old graduate in English Literature from Exeter University. He had been fortunate to get an offer of a 6 month internship at a small, but respectable, London publishing house starting 2 months after he graduated with an upper second class degree. The problem was that, as so often is the case in today's ultra-competitive market, the position was unpaid. The company were promising that there would be an opportunity to become a full-time employee at the end of his internship, but for the first six months Nik was required to 'learn' for free.
Nik came from Taunton and his family were not well-off. His parents had scrimped and saved to help support him at University and Nik had maxed out his student loans as well as working in his holidays. However, help was at hand. His Uncle Mike had 'loaned' him £2500. Also, a distant relative of his mum's, Silke Kreiger, had been contacted by his mum's cousin and had generously agreed to let Nik stay, rent-free, for the next six months at least, in her flat in Palmers Green, an area of North London Without the burden of rent and with a part-time job, Nik felt he could manage it. If he had to pay London's high rents, often £150pw even for 'student' (i.e. grotty) shared accommodation, there was no way.
So, Nik moved in to Silke's flat. It was in a small modern block, on the 3rd floor. It had 3 bedrooms, a bathroom, living/dining area with a kitchen though an archway. Nik thought that Silke had decorated and furnished the flat with a very modern and stylish décor. The rooms were not large, especially Nik's bedroom, but it was certainly much nicer than anything he would be able to afford, even if the promised paid job materialised at the end of his internship. He found Silke welcoming, if a bit formal. Silke was in her late thirties or early forties, Nik thought, and came from Bavaria, where one of his grandmother's cousins had moved to when she married a local man. Silke had told Nik that he was welcome to share her flat but that she had certain 'House Rules' which she had found necessary with previous lodgers, to avoid disturbance of her routines. These were not onerous, she said, mainly cleaning up the bathroom and kitchen after use and keeping your room reasonably tidy. Also, she said that on 'work' nights, she expected Nik to be home by midnight; on Friday and Saturday, when Silke did not have to be up at 6:15 for work the next day, he was free to come in as late as he liked, provided he was suitably quiet.
All went well, though Nik got into trouble after nearly two weeks, when he came home at 1am after going out with his new friends from work one Wednesday.. He had not meant to be late, but the regular buses had stopped running and he had to take a different route, which took longer. Silke spoke to him the next morning. "You remember the 'House Rules' we spoke about? Well you were late home last night and woke me up. I am now tired as a result and not happy. I should warn you that I do expect my rules to be observed – or there will be consequences" she said ominously.
Things proceeded smoothly for the next 2 weeks and Nik found himself enjoying his internship even more than he had hoped. He felt that he really had a natural talent for publishing, and he had the feeling that his 'employers' were pleased with his hard work and enthusiasm. About a month after he started, a new editor joined the firm and the staff, mostly young and female, felt they should welcome her with a night out on the town. Unfortunately, a Thursday had to be chosen, as a couple of staff went out of London for the weekend. Nik tried to excuse himself, saying that he could not afford to eat out and party, but his boss Rachael (no doubt meaning well) said that she would pay for Nik too. Of course, Nik felt trapped. He ended up getting home about 2am.
The tension at breakfast the next morning was palpable. Silke reminded Nik again about the 'House Rules'. Then, Silke warned Nik that she operated a 'three-strikes' rule. Any further late work nights and she said Nik would have two choices: leave or take what Silke called an "appropriate, old-fashioned punishment". Nik apologised again. What did Silke mean by "old-fashioned punishment" he asked? "When I was growing up, my family firmly believed in the value of corporal punishment" Silke said "and I know to my own cost just how effective a deterrent it is, so I would offer you the choice of being caned by me or leaving my flat" she said sternly, looking Nik in the eye while she did so. Nik smiled, surely she was not serious? "We banned the cane in Britain years ago" he said, "you can't just threaten to cane me, it would be illegal". "In schools and for use on minors certainly" said Silke, "but for consenting adults? I doubt if I would get into trouble. I hear that lots of British people do that sort of thing as part of sex games. You would have to agree to take the punishment voluntarily, I am under no obligation to let you stay here." Nik said nothing but he reflected on the way to work that he had better watch his timekeeping otherwise he was going to face losing his place to stay; there was no way he was going to submit to being caned, the very idea horrified him.
Strangely though, he kept returning to this idea over the next few days. He realised that with 21 weeks still to go, there was no possibility of completing his internship without the free room provided by Silke. Weirdly, the idea of submitting to a caning from Silke started to fascinate him. What would it be like? Just how much would it hurt, a lot he was sure but he was an adult after all and he didn't regard himself as a wimp. He did some research on the internet from the safety of his bedroom. Silke was right. A lot of adults did seem to like playing games involving corporal punsihment. He watched some videos of both men and women being caned. They varied, but many were not as horrible as he had imagined, though some made him shudder.
Life flowed on as normal. Nik was enjoying work and felt as though he was gaining respect too. No more weekday outings occurred. He did his weekend job to earn money and often partied after until late but all was harmonious on the domestic front. Then, his best friend at work announced she was leaving. A leaving do was arranged and Nik's heart sank as the others voted to have it on Thursday, Stella's last day as she had a day's holiday owing. Nik promised himself he would leave early but when it came to it, he succumbed to the entreaties of his mates, especially Stella, to accompany them to a club after dinner and the pub. It was nearly 3am when he very carefully let himself in to the flat in Palmers Green. Surely he could manage to get into bed without waking Silke, who must be fast asleep by now he thought. Maybe he could say that he had arrived at exactly midnight and avoid the confrontation that would, he was sure, follow otherwise.
Nik tiptoed into the living/dining area as softly as he could, he just needed a glass of water before bed. As he silently crossed the living area, he became aware of his landlady, laying in the corner on the sofa, draped in a blanket. Nik's heart skipped a beat, especially when he realised that Silke had not been not asleep, merely resting her eyes, which were now wide open. "What time do you call this?", Silke asked, the sound of her voice seeming unnaturally loud in the quiet night. "Ah" said Nik.
Silke stood up and the blanket fell to the floor. Nik saw for the first time that she was holding a cane in her hand, which had been concealed by the blanket. Nik had never seen a punishment cane before except in videos. It looked longer and thicker than he expected; it was pale in colour, straight with a coloured handle he observed. Silke smiled grimly and holding the cane in both hands, bent it into a half circle; clearly it was flexible too. The gesture seemed menacing to Nik, who could not help staring at the cane. "Yes " said Silke. "You remember what we spoke about the last time you were late home. Well, now you face a straight choice. Either you leave my flat this weekend or you accept a caning from me as punishment, right here, right now!"
"No, please" said Nik, "you can't really be serious, you not really planning on hitting me with that .....thing, are you?" Nik literally squirmed with embarrassment, anxiety and fear. "Oh, I am deadly serious" said Silke, "Look" she added "It is not as terrible as you seem to imagine. Yes, it is painful, of course it is, it is supposed to be a punishment after all, a deterrent too. But, you know, it is soon over. You will be a bit sore and tender for a few days but in less than a week you will be back to normal, bar a few marks – and even they will disappear in a month." "I don't know" said Nik, "That's the point, I've never even been spanked before, we just don't do that sort of thing any more." "Well, perhaps if your parents had disciplined you better, you would have less trouble following rules" said Silke. "I don't think it is too late to start even now." "But," she added " as I said before, it really is your choice. You must actively choose to accept a caning; you always have the option of moving out." Nik knew that, with 16 weeks still to go until he had the prospect of paid employment, leaving the flat would result in him leaving his internship sooner or later. He couldn't let that happen, things were going too well. "OK," he said "I reluctantly accept your terms. I will let you cane me for being late again" Nik said in a rather small, shaky voice. "That's not good enough" said Silke, "You have to ask me to cane you; partly this is to show your acceptance of the fairness of your punishment and partly it is to protect me."
Nik looked at Silke with a baleful stare. He drew in a deep breath and said more deliberately "Silke, please punish me for being late by caning me as I deserve", hoping that this was sufficient humiliation and obeisance to satisfy her. "Good, I am glad you are going to be sensible" Silke replied. "This cane is just right for delivering a well-deserved lesson without being too harsh for a first-timer; a nice medium density rattan of a decent length and thickness with just the right degree of spring", she added, bending the cane back in her hands and then letting it go to spring back. Nik was not at all comforted by these remarks and thought that the cane looked much too solid and springy for applying to his bottom. He also found Silke's sudden good mood distinctly alarming; she appeared to be looking forward to punishing him way too much for Nik's comfort.
"Right, let's get this over so we can both go to bed" said Silke, though she privately thought that Nik might have trouble sleeping at first. "Turn that tub chair around and move the cushion, then cover the edge with this blanket". She held out the blanket she had been using to keep warm during the long wait. Nik did as he was bid, with a rapidly rising panic bubbling up in his abdomen. "Take your trousers and shoes off, and bend over the blanket" said Silke. Nik slowly unbuttoned his trousers, pushed off his shoes, eased his slacks down, stepped out of them and folded them over a dining chair. Then he stood behind the back of the tub chair and bent forward, inevitably pushing his bottom out as he did so. When Nik was in position, Silke put down the cane and moved directly behind him, grasped his briefs from both sides and, with studied deliberation, pulled them down to Nik's ankles. Nik gasped, he had not expected that. He protested "I never said you could take my underwear off!". Silke replied, "Caning should always be done on the bare bottom, that way I can see where the cane lands and how much damage it is doing; otherwise you might get hurt more than is necessary." Then, she stood close beside Nik and pushed him in the middle of his shoulder blades, making him bend right over the chair and lean his weight on the blanket covered back and seat cushion.
She went back to the sofa and picked up the cane. Carefully choosing her position, Silke measured her distance from the now prominently bare, white bottom displayed stretched over her tub chair. Then she swished the cane down several times to loosen her wrist. The noise of these practise motions was terrifying to the prostrate Nik. He dreaded the pain that he was sure that this cane was going to inflict on his virgin behind. The position he was in and his nakedness from the waist down, accentuated his awareness of his vulnerability; his bottom almost tingled in anticipation. Finally ready, Silke said, "I am going to give you 12 strokes. They will be firm not severe, but they will hurt a lot. Are you ready?" Nik felt a jolt of adrenalin course through his veins, 12 strokes! Oh my God he had NOT expected that. He said tremulously "In the old days, schoolboys in England used to get 'six of the best'. Surely six is enough, I know it will be enough for me." "No, you are not a schoolboy and I am not going to cane you as hard as they would have done at school in what you call the old days" Silke replied rather sharply. She went on "I want you to stay still otherwise I might miss my aim and you could get hurt more or even injured. Also, you must not wail or scream as it will disturb the neighbours, which might be embarrassing for both of us, so if you do make excessive noise, I will gag you and start your punishment again. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes," Nik replied. "Now, are you ready?" Nik felt his heart pounding in his chest and his pulse throbbing in his head. This was it, Silke was really going to thrash him for coming home late, he was really going to find out just what it was like to be caned. Nik felt that this was so unfair, ridiculous even. But he had only one other choice and it simply wasn't possible.
"Yes" Nik sighed softly. He waited. Silke tapped his bottom once, twice, three times. Then Nik imagined the cane being drawn back. A brief noise, zzipp then thwick! Nik gasped for breath. The cane had whipped down and struck him in the middle of his bottom with what seemed like terrible force, though in fact Silke had only used moderate effort. The pain rose sharply and Nik raised his head, screwed his eyes up and grimaced. Surprisingly, the pain peaked quickly but a few seconds later seemed to return with lower but subtly different sensation. Then the new pain ebbed away. The cane touched Nik's bottom again, slightly lower down this time. Again it was swished back and down. Zzipp, thwick! This caught him below the first. Again, a brief moment of intense pain, then an afterburn. Again Nik caught his breath, then panted slightly.
Silke was giving him a reasonable time to recover between strokes, it seemed ages before the cane touched him again though actually it was only about 20 seconds. It left him again. The third stroke landed above the first, another zzipp, thwick; another short burst of horrible pain. Nik was gritting his teeth, trying to get his breath, his face a mask of pain each time the flexible length of rattan accelerated into his soft flesh. For just a second or two, the pain of each stroke seemed intense, all-consuming, but it became bearable surprisingly quickly. Another 20 seconds, another touch and moments later another stroke landed, lower still this time. Nik cried out this time though he stifled his "ye-ow", remembering too well what Silke had said about wailing. Silke waited a tad longer this time for Nik to recover, she tapped him again before drawing her arm only back only 70 degrees or so and swiftly snapping her wrist to swish the cane back to its target, just as she had done each time. The fifth stroke went higher this time, she was spacing them out. Nik just exhaled a small grunt of pain. His bottom was beginning to feel sore all over, a kind of humming background pain stayed with him after the sharp momentary explosive flash had gone. Oh God, he thought, how can I hold myself in for another seven strokes. Once again, Silke flicked her wrist as her arm traversed its arc towards Nik's soft, yielding bottom; higher again this time. Zzipp, thwick, gasp.
"Half-way there" said Silke, "you are doing really well". Silke decided that she could up the tempo a bit now that Nik was acclimatised to the cane and also, since he seemed to be coping so well, she would make the strokes a bit harder. After all, she told herself, she intended this to be a real lesson for Nik and she was still cross about the loss of sleep; deep down, though she did not admit this to herself, Silke was quite enjoying the feelings of power that punishing Nik were engendering. She did not tell Nik her plan though, let it be a surprise. Instead she moved closer to Nik and examined the six red lines now imprinted on his bottom. The earlier strokes were clearly distinguished by a darker hue and some were already swelling into puffy ridges. Silke allowed herself the pleasure of running her fingertips over the lines, smiling as she did so – she had to admire her accuracy. She paused there, deeply enjoying the picture before her; Nik, bent right over the chair, bottom raised, displaying her handiwork, so submissive, so vulnerable.
She took up position again and swished the cane down vertically through the air, hard, several times. "Right, are you ready for the last six?" she asked. Nik took several deep breaths and said "Yes." The seventh stroke, placed now quite low on his bottom, was definitely firmer, though still nowhere near as severe as she could have made it. Nik noticed the difference though! He made a small ahh sound with sharply indrawn breath and his breathing became more urgent. Then, Silke delivered the eighth stroke only 8 seconds after the last. This caught Nik off guard and he let out a louder 'Ow'. Silke kept up the new tempo. As the unmarked bottom became less, she had to go even lower still, onto the crease, which caused Nik to be unable to help himself from uttering his loudest yelp yet; still it was only to be expected and nowhere near a scream or wail and Silke ignored it, concentrating on keeping up her new pace and intensity. She had run out of bottom, so she tried to put the last 3 strokes into the remaining small white gaps between previous marks. Stroke number 10 landed on the top edge of the first mark, which caused Nik more pain then ever, though this time he merely hissed in response. His breathing now was ragged and uneven as though he was having trouble holding back his cries. Silke managed to squeeze the penultimate stroke into a gap between the first and third mark. Nik held on to the edge of the chair desperately, he, like Silke, had been counting; only one more stroke to go. His bottom was hurting more now. The faster cadence and the firmer delivery had taken him to a new place; Nik was holding himself in tightly, willing himself to remain still despite the knowledge that another stroke was imminent. Silke decided to deliver the final stroke to more or less the middle of Nik's bottom and to make this the hardest of all. She drew the cane back further and put perhaps 15% more power into it, no more. Tzziippp, whack! Nik's body jerked involuntarily and he cried out sharply "Ahh, oouch"; the pain was the most intense he had felt so far. He rebounded back to lay limp, his bottom firing all sorts of pain messages up his spine to his brain.
At last it was over. Nik felt a wave of relief and a surprisingly strong sense of elation. He had got through it. His bottom felt as though it was burning though. There was now a deep, all over, background pain, far less intense than the sharp momentary explosion each time the cane had struck him, but persistent. He was reluctant to move as he was sure that it was going to set off a new wave. However, eventually he got to his feet and tentatively explored his bottom with very gentle hands. Wow it was hot! His fingers lightly touched the swelling ridges blasted into his flesh by the wickedly flexible rattan. Even the slightest touch made his stripes spark off new little sharp localised sensations. He forgot all about his nakedness, he turned round to face Silke, who still held the cane in her right hand. Nik's breathing was still deeper and faster than normal. Silke too was different; her eyes sparkled, she was wired. Though, of course, Nik was much too preoccupied with himself to notice. Nik did not know what to say. In one way he wanted to ask Silke bitterly if she was satisfied that he had been punished enough. On the other hand, he almost felt like throwing his arms around Silke and hugging her for giving him the most intense experience of his life, for showing him just how capable he was of controlling himself in extremis. Then, the intensity of emotion overcame him and he did indeed hug Silke hard, burying his face in Silke's shoulder and finally letting himself shed a few tears of relief.
Silke understood Nik's conflict well enough. She dropped the cane, put her arms around him and said "You were very brave and I am proud of you", patting him on the shoulder. When they let each other go, Silke said "Turn around and let me see the damage again." Nik turned his back and Silke said " "Bend over so I can see better. You have a lovely set of marks." The marks were no longer all individually distinct. In the middle of his bottom, the strokes had merged and the dark red lines turned purple in places though the outer strokes could still be seen as clear double red tramlines. "Let me get a camera, you want a record of this to remind you to get home on time in future" Silke said with a smile in her voice. She took several photos and Nik kept them, carefully encrypted for privacy, for many years to remind him of his first ever caning.
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House Rules, by Stephen Peters
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. I had to alter the gender of the spankee to meet the rules of the site owner. This is the original version.Nik Hall was a 21 year-old graduate in English Literature from Exeter University. He had been fortunate to get an offer of a 6 month internship at a small, but respectable, London publishing house starting 2 months after he graduated with an upper second class degree. The problem was that, as so often is the case in today's ultra-competitive market, the position was unpaid. The company were promising that there would be an opportunity to become a full-time employee at the end of his internship, but for the first six months Nik was required to 'learn' for free.
Nik came from Taunton and his family were not well-off. His parents had scrimped and saved to help support him at University and Nik had maxed out his student loans as well as working in his holidays. However, help was at hand. His Uncle Mike had 'loaned' him £2500. Also, a distant relative of his mum's, Silke Kreiger, had been contacted by his mum's cousin and had generously agreed to let Nik stay, rent-free, for the next six months at least, in her flat in Palmers Green, an area of North London Without the burden of rent and with a part-time job, Nik felt he could manage it. If he had to pay London's high rents, often £150pw even for 'student' (i.e. grotty) shared accommodation, there was no way.
So, Nik moved in to Silke's flat. It was in a small modern block, on the 3rd floor. It had 3 bedrooms, a bathroom, living/dining area with a kitchen though an archway. Nik thought that Silke had decorated and furnished the flat with a very modern and stylish décor. The rooms were not large, especially Nik's bedroom, but it was certainly much nicer than anything he would be able to afford, even if the promised paid job materialised at the end of his internship. He found Silke welcoming, if a bit formal. Silke was in her late thirties or early forties, Nik thought, and came from Bavaria, where one of his grandmother's cousins had moved to when she married a local man. Silke had told Nik that he was welcome to share her flat but that she had certain 'House Rules' which she had found necessary with previous lodgers, to avoid disturbance of her routines. These were not onerous, she said, mainly cleaning up the bathroom and kitchen after use and keeping your room reasonably tidy. Also, she said that on 'work' nights, she expected Nik to be home by midnight; on Friday and Saturday, when Silke did not have to be up at 6:15 for work the next day, he was free to come in as late as he liked, provided he was suitably quiet.
All went well, though Nik got into trouble after nearly two weeks, when he came home at 1am after going out with his new friends from work one Wednesday.. He had not meant to be late, but the regular buses had stopped running and he had to take a different route, which took longer. Silke spoke to him the next morning. "You remember the 'House Rules' we spoke about? Well you were late home last night and woke me up. I am now tired as a result and not happy. I should warn you that I do expect my rules to be observed – or there will be consequences" she said ominously.
Things proceeded smoothly for the next 2 weeks and Nik found himself enjoying his internship even more than he had hoped. He felt that he really had a natural talent for publishing, and he had the feeling that his 'employers' were pleased with his hard work and enthusiasm. About a month after he started, a new editor joined the firm and the staff, mostly young and female, felt they should welcome her with a night out on the town. Unfortunately, a Thursday had to be chosen, as a couple of staff went out of London for the weekend. Nik tried to excuse himself, saying that he could not afford to eat out and party, but his boss Rachael (no doubt meaning well) said that she would pay for Nik too. Of course, Nik felt trapped. He ended up getting home about 2am.
The tension at breakfast the next morning was palpable. Silke reminded Nik again about the 'House Rules'. Then, Silke warned Nik that she operated a 'three-strikes' rule. Any further late work nights and she said Nik would have two choices: leave or take what Silke called an "appropriate, old-fashioned punishment". Nik apologised again. What did Silke mean by "old-fashioned punishment" he asked? "When I was growing up, my family firmly believed in the value of corporal punishment" Silke said "and I know to my own cost just how effective a deterrent it is, so I would offer you the choice of being caned by me or leaving my flat" she said sternly, looking Nik in the eye while she did so. Nik smiled, surely she was not serious? "We banned the cane in Britain years ago" he said, "you can't just threaten to cane me, it would be illegal". "In schools and for use on minors certainly" said Silke, "but for consenting adults? I doubt if I would get into trouble. I hear that lots of British people do that sort of thing as part of sex games. You would have to agree to take the punishment voluntarily, I am under no obligation to let you stay here." Nik said nothing but he reflected on the way to work that he had better watch his timekeeping otherwise he was going to face losing his place to stay; there was no way he was going to submit to being caned, the very idea horrified him.
Strangely though, he kept returning to this idea over the next few days. He realised that with 21 weeks still to go, there was no possibility of completing his internship without the free room provided by Silke. Weirdly, the idea of submitting to a caning from Silke started to fascinate him. What would it be like? Just how much would it hurt, a lot he was sure but he was an adult after all and he didn't regard himself as a wimp. He did some research on the internet from the safety of his bedroom. Silke was right. A lot of adults did seem to like playing games involving corporal punsihment. He watched some videos of both men and women being caned. They varied, but many were not as horrible as he had imagined, though some made him shudder.
Life flowed on as normal. Nik was enjoying work and felt as though he was gaining respect too. No more weekday outings occurred. He did his weekend job to earn money and often partied after until late but all was harmonious on the domestic front. Then, his best friend at work announced she was leaving. A leaving do was arranged and Nik's heart sank as the others voted to have it on Thursday, Stella's last day as she had a day's holiday owing. Nik promised himself he would leave early but when it came to it, he succumbed to the entreaties of his mates, especially Stella, to accompany them to a club after dinner and the pub. It was nearly 3am when he very carefully let himself in to the flat in Palmers Green. Surely he could manage to get into bed without waking Silke, who must be fast asleep by now he thought. Maybe he could say that he had arrived at exactly midnight and avoid the confrontation that would, he was sure, follow otherwise.
Nik tiptoed into the living/dining area as softly as he could, he just needed a glass of water before bed. As he silently crossed the living area, he became aware of his landlady, laying in the corner on the sofa, draped in a blanket. Nik's heart skipped a beat, especially when he realised that Silke had not been not asleep, merely resting her eyes, which were now wide open. "What time do you call this?", Silke asked, the sound of her voice seeming unnaturally loud in the quiet night. "Ah" said Nik.
Silke stood up and the blanket fell to the floor. Nik saw for the first time that she was holding a cane in her hand, which had been concealed by the blanket. Nik had never seen a punishment cane before except in videos. It looked longer and thicker than he expected; it was pale in colour, straight with a coloured handle he observed. Silke smiled grimly and holding the cane in both hands, bent it into a half circle; clearly it was flexible too. The gesture seemed menacing to Nik, who could not help staring at the cane. "Yes " said Silke. "You remember what we spoke about the last time you were late home. Well, now you face a straight choice. Either you leave my flat this weekend or you accept a caning from me as punishment, right here, right now!"
"No, please" said Nik, "you can't really be serious, you not really planning on hitting me with that .....thing, are you?" Nik literally squirmed with embarrassment, anxiety and fear. "Oh, I am deadly serious" said Silke, "Look" she added "It is not as terrible as you seem to imagine. Yes, it is painful, of course it is, it is supposed to be a punishment after all, a deterrent too. But, you know, it is soon over. You will be a bit sore and tender for a few days but in less than a week you will be back to normal, bar a few marks – and even they will disappear in a month." "I don't know" said Nik, "That's the point, I've never even been spanked before, we just don't do that sort of thing any more." "Well, perhaps if your parents had disciplined you better, you would have less trouble following rules" said Silke. "I don't think it is too late to start even now." "But," she added " as I said before, it really is your choice. You must actively choose to accept a caning; you always have the option of moving out." Nik knew that, with 16 weeks still to go until he had the prospect of paid employment, leaving the flat would result in him leaving his internship sooner or later. He couldn't let that happen, things were going too well. "OK," he said "I reluctantly accept your terms. I will let you cane me for being late again" Nik said in a rather small, shaky voice. "That's not good enough" said Silke, "You have to ask me to cane you; partly this is to show your acceptance of the fairness of your punishment and partly it is to protect me."
Nik looked at Silke with a baleful stare. He drew in a deep breath and said more deliberately "Silke, please punish me for being late by caning me as I deserve", hoping that this was sufficient humiliation and obeisance to satisfy her. "Good, I am glad you are going to be sensible" Silke replied. "This cane is just right for delivering a well-deserved lesson without being too harsh for a first-timer; a nice medium density rattan of a decent length and thickness with just the right degree of spring", she added, bending the cane back in her hands and then letting it go to spring back. Nik was not at all comforted by these remarks and thought that the cane looked much too solid and springy for applying to his bottom. He also found Silke's sudden good mood distinctly alarming; she appeared to be looking forward to punishing him way too much for Nik's comfort.
"Right, let's get this over so we can both go to bed" said Silke, though she privately thought that Nik might have trouble sleeping at first. "Turn that tub chair around and move the cushion, then cover the edge with this blanket". She held out the blanket she had been using to keep warm during the long wait. Nik did as he was bid, with a rapidly rising panic bubbling up in his abdomen. "Take your trousers and shoes off, and bend over the blanket" said Silke. Nik slowly unbuttoned his trousers, pushed off his shoes, eased his slacks down, stepped out of them and folded them over a dining chair. Then he stood behind the back of the tub chair and bent forward, inevitably pushing his bottom out as he did so. When Nik was in position, Silke put down the cane and moved directly behind him, grasped his briefs from both sides and, with studied deliberation, pulled them down to Nik's ankles. Nik gasped, he had not expected that. He protested "I never said you could take my underwear off!". Silke replied, "Caning should always be done on the bare bottom, that way I can see where the cane lands and how much damage it is doing; otherwise you might get hurt more than is necessary." Then, she stood close beside Nik and pushed him in the middle of his shoulder blades, making him bend right over the chair and lean his weight on the blanket covered back and seat cushion.
She went back to the sofa and picked up the cane. Carefully choosing her position, Silke measured her distance from the now prominently bare, white bottom displayed stretched over her tub chair. Then she swished the cane down several times to loosen her wrist. The noise of these practise motions was terrifying to the prostrate Nik. He dreaded the pain that he was sure that this cane was going to inflict on his virgin behind. The position he was in and his nakedness from the waist down, accentuated his awareness of his vulnerability; his bottom almost tingled in anticipation. Finally ready, Silke said, "I am going to give you 12 strokes. They will be firm not severe, but they will hurt a lot. Are you ready?" Nik felt a jolt of adrenalin course through his veins, 12 strokes! Oh my God he had NOT expected that. He said tremulously "In the old days, schoolboys in England used to get 'six of the best'. Surely six is enough, I know it will be enough for me." "No, you are not a schoolboy and I am not going to cane you as hard as they would have done at school in what you call the old days" Silke replied rather sharply. She went on "I want you to stay still otherwise I might miss my aim and you could get hurt more or even injured. Also, you must not wail or scream as it will disturb the neighbours, which might be embarrassing for both of us, so if you do make excessive noise, I will gag you and start your punishment again. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes," Nik replied. "Now, are you ready?" Nik felt his heart pounding in his chest and his pulse throbbing in his head. This was it, Silke was really going to thrash him for coming home late, he was really going to find out just what it was like to be caned. Nik felt that this was so unfair, ridiculous even. But he had only one other choice and it simply wasn't possible.
"Yes" Nik sighed softly. He waited. Silke tapped his bottom once, twice, three times. Then Nik imagined the cane being drawn back. A brief noise, zzipp then thwick! Nik gasped for breath. The cane had whipped down and struck him in the middle of his bottom with what seemed like terrible force, though in fact Silke had only used moderate effort. The pain rose sharply and Nik raised his head, screwed his eyes up and grimaced. Surprisingly, the pain peaked quickly but a few seconds later seemed to return with lower but subtly different sensation. Then the new pain ebbed away. The cane touched Nik's bottom again, slightly lower down this time. Again it was swished back and down. Zzipp, thwick! This caught him below the first. Again, a brief moment of intense pain, then an afterburn. Again Nik caught his breath, then panted slightly.
Silke was giving him a reasonable time to recover between strokes, it seemed ages before the cane touched him again though actually it was only about 20 seconds. It left him again. The third stroke landed above the first, another zzipp, thwick; another short burst of horrible pain. Nik was gritting his teeth, trying to get his breath, his face a mask of pain each time the flexible length of rattan accelerated into his soft flesh. For just a second or two, the pain of each stroke seemed intense, all-consuming, but it became bearable surprisingly quickly. Another 20 seconds, another touch and moments later another stroke landed, lower still this time. Nik cried out this time though he stifled his "ye-ow", remembering too well what Silke had said about wailing. Silke waited a tad longer this time for Nik to recover, she tapped him again before drawing her arm only back only 70 degrees or so and swiftly snapping her wrist to swish the cane back to its target, just as she had done each time. The fifth stroke went higher this time, she was spacing them out. Nik just exhaled a small grunt of pain. His bottom was beginning to feel sore all over, a kind of humming background pain stayed with him after the sharp momentary explosive flash had gone. Oh God, he thought, how can I hold myself in for another seven strokes. Once again, Silke flicked her wrist as her arm traversed its arc towards Nik's soft, yielding bottom; higher again this time. Zzipp, thwick, gasp.
"Half-way there" said Silke, "you are doing really well". Silke decided that she could up the tempo a bit now that Nik was acclimatised to the cane and also, since he seemed to be coping so well, she would make the strokes a bit harder. After all, she told herself, she intended this to be a real lesson for Nik and she was still cross about the loss of sleep; deep down, though she did not admit this to herself, Silke was quite enjoying the feelings of power that punishing Nik were engendering. She did not tell Nik her plan though, let it be a surprise. Instead she moved closer to Nik and examined the six red lines now imprinted on his bottom. The earlier strokes were clearly distinguished by a darker hue and some were already swelling into puffy ridges. Silke allowed herself the pleasure of running her fingertips over the lines, smiling as she did so – she had to admire her accuracy. She paused there, deeply enjoying the picture before her; Nik, bent right over the chair, bottom raised, displaying her handiwork, so submissive, so vulnerable.
She took up position again and swished the cane down vertically through the air, hard, several times. "Right, are you ready for the last six?" she asked. Nik took several deep breaths and said "Yes." The seventh stroke, placed now quite low on his bottom, was definitely firmer, though still nowhere near as severe as she could have made it. Nik noticed the difference though! He made a small ahh sound with sharply indrawn breath and his breathing became more urgent. Then, Silke delivered the eighth stroke only 8 seconds after the last. This caught Nik off guard and he let out a louder 'Ow'. Silke kept up the new tempo. As the unmarked bottom became less, she had to go even lower still, onto the crease, which caused Nik to be unable to help himself from uttering his loudest yelp yet; still it was only to be expected and nowhere near a scream or wail and Silke ignored it, concentrating on keeping up her new pace and intensity. She had run out of bottom, so she tried to put the last 3 strokes into the remaining small white gaps between previous marks. Stroke number 10 landed on the top edge of the first mark, which caused Nik more pain then ever, though this time he merely hissed in response. His breathing now was ragged and uneven as though he was having trouble holding back his cries. Silke managed to squeeze the penultimate stroke into a gap between the first and third mark. Nik held on to the edge of the chair desperately, he, like Silke, had been counting; only one more stroke to go. His bottom was hurting more now. The faster cadence and the firmer delivery had taken him to a new place; Nik was holding himself in tightly, willing himself to remain still despite the knowledge that another stroke was imminent. Silke decided to deliver the final stroke to more or less the middle of Nik's bottom and to make this the hardest of all. She drew the cane back further and put perhaps 15% more power into it, no more. Tzziippp, whack! Nik's body jerked involuntarily and he cried out sharply "Ahh, oouch"; the pain was the most intense he had felt so far. He rebounded back to lay limp, his bottom firing all sorts of pain messages up his spine to his brain.
At last it was over. Nik felt a wave of relief and a surprisingly strong sense of elation. He had got through it. His bottom felt as though it was burning though. There was now a deep, all over, background pain, far less intense than the sharp momentary explosion each time the cane had struck him, but persistent. He was reluctant to move as he was sure that it was going to set off a new wave. However, eventually he got to his feet and tentatively explored his bottom with very gentle hands. Wow it was hot! His fingers lightly touched the swelling ridges blasted into his flesh by the wickedly flexible rattan. Even the slightest touch made his stripes spark off new little sharp localised sensations. He forgot all about his nakedness, he turned round to face Silke, who still held the cane in her right hand. Nik's breathing was still deeper and faster than normal. Silke too was different; her eyes sparkled, she was wired. Though, of course, Nik was much too preoccupied with himself to notice. Nik did not know what to say. In one way he wanted to ask Silke bitterly if she was satisfied that he had been punished enough. On the other hand, he almost felt like throwing his arms around Silke and hugging her for giving him the most intense experience of his life, for showing him just how capable he was of controlling himself in extremis. Then, the intensity of emotion overcame him and he did indeed hug Silke hard, burying his face in Silke's shoulder and finally letting himself shed a few tears of relief.
Silke understood Nik's conflict well enough. She dropped the cane, put her arms around him and said "You were very brave and I am proud of you", patting him on the shoulder. When they let each other go, Silke said "Turn around and let me see the damage again." Nik turned his back and Silke said " "Bend over so I can see better. You have a lovely set of marks." The marks were no longer all individually distinct. In the middle of his bottom, the strokes had merged and the dark red lines turned purple in places though the outer strokes could still be seen as clear double red tramlines. "Let me get a camera, you want a record of this to remind you to get home on time in future" Silke said with a smile in her voice. She took several photos and Nik kept them, carefully encrypted for privacy, for many years to remind him of his first ever caning.
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