After David & Cynthia's last caning, things went quiet. However, the relationship between the young couple blossomed to the extent that they decided that they wanted to get married. David's parents had been hoping that this would be the outcome, but the same couldn't be said for Mrs Reynolds. To be fair the subject had never come up in conversation so nobody knew how she felt about it.
One evening in the summer, David arrived at Cynthia's house and suggested that they go for a walk. While they were walking, David formerly proposed to Cynthia and she accepted without hesitation. On arriving back at the house, it was now a question of telling Mrs Reynolds. They were undecided as to how best to broach the subject, so decided to just see how things went. Eventually, Cynthia plucked up courage to start the ball rolling.
"Mum, David's got something to ask you," said Cynthia.
"And what might that be?" asked Mrs Reynolds, looking up from the book she was reading.
"I've asked Cynthia to marry me and we'd like your approval please," blurted out David.
The pair waited with baited breath. Mrs Reynolds said nothing.
"Please say yes, Mum," said Cynthia.
"l will agree, but subject to two conditions."
"What are they?" asked Cynthia.
"That you live here until you come of age, and you accept my discipline," said Mrs Reynolds.
Cynthia looked at David with horror.
"Does that mean we can still be caned?" she asked.
"It does," replied Mrs Reynolds.
"But you can't cane a married person," protested Cynthia.
"You forget young lady, that you are under twenty one and technically still a child," said Mrs Reynolds.
"But you wouldn't actually do it would you?" asked Cynthia.
"That depends on how you behave," said Mrs Reynolds.
"What do you think?" asked Cynthia, looking at David.
“It’s ok with me, as long as I can marry you, that’s all that matters,” replied David.
“Ah, isn’t he lovely,” purred Cynthia, cuddling up to David.
David’s attention was elsewhere. He shot a quick glance at Mrs Reynolds and detected that same hint of a smile that she always gave when she had a cane in her hand.
“Alright, if you’re happy with that, I’ll do it,” said Cynthia, looking adoringly into David’s eyes.
That night David went home a very happy chappie.
The wedding took place three months later and then the happy couple went off on a short honeymoon. On their return, they began married life under the watchful gaze of Mrs Reynolds. Having changed jobs, David had a different half day off from work than Cynthia. This meant that he was alone in the house with Mrs Reynolds.
“David, I want to have a word with you, come into the lounge.”
David went in and Mrs Reynolds asked him to sit down. Full of trepidation, he waited to hear what she had to say.
“I’m going to ask you a straightforward question and I want an honest answer,” said Mrs Reynolds, taking a pause before she asked. “Do you enjoy being caned by me?”
This was like a bolt out of the blue. He had no idea that she suspected that he did enjoy being caned. His heart missed a beat and he could feel his face colour with embarrassment. He suddenly found himself struggling to get the words out.
“It’s alright, no need to feel embarrassed, be honest with me,” urged Mrs Reynolds.
Somehow, David managed to spit the words out. “Yes I do.”
“Ah, I knew I was right, I’ve suspected this all along. Does Cynthia know this?”
“Oh no, I haven’t said a word.”
“I thought not, otherwise she would have said something. Now have you got a question you’d like to ask me?”
David paused, his mind was in a whirl. “Er, I don’t think so.”
“Are you sure there’s nothing you’d like to know?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know whether I like to cane you?”
“Oh, I hadn’t thought of that, actually I think you do,” said David.
“And how long have you thought that?” asked Mrs Reynolds.
“Since you first caned me,” replied David, suddenly finding his composure and starting to relax.
“I did try to give you little hints.”
“Like your little smile,” said David.
“Ah, so you noticed, very perceptive of you. Now my main question is, do you want me to carry on caning you?” asked Mrs Reynolds hopefully.
“A truthful answer,” said David, “Yes please.”
“Wonderful,” sighed Mrs Reynolds. “Now another question, would you be prepared to cane me?”
David nearly fell off of his chair. “Me cane you?” he gasped.
“That’s what I said,” replied Mrs Reynolds.
“You’re not really serious are you,” said David, giving a nervous laugh.
“I’ve never been more serious, it’s something I’ve been wanting since my husband died.”
“Why since your husband died?” asked David, seeming rather puzzled.
“Because my husband used to punish me with the cane, the very one I used on you,” said Mrs Reynolds.
“Oh, wow. Was it a real punishment?”
“Yes it was, every time I did something wrong I was caned.”
David was stunned by this frank revelation. “I have to ask you something.”
“Ask away,” said Mrs Reynolds.
“Do you cane Cynthia for enjoyment?”
“No I don’t. Before he died my husband used to do it and he made me promise to carry it on. Now that you are married, she will never be caned again.”
“But you still want to cane me?” asked David.
“Oh yes, because you like it.”
“There’s only one thing that bothers me. It’s going to be difficult to hide the stripes on my backside from Cynthia.”
“Don’t worry about that. I won’t cane you very hard, the stripes will have faded by the next day. It’s not the intensity of the caning that I like, it’s just the fact that I can whack your bottom with my cane,” said Mrs Reynolds.
“And what about me caning you, do I have to do that hard?”
“Hard enough, I want to feel punished,” said Mrs Reynolds. “Have you any more questions?”
“No I don’t think so,” replied David.
“In that case, shall we get down to work?”
“Yes please,” replied David with enthusiasm.
Mrs Reynolds got up and left the room. David found himself sitting alone with his heart pounding with excitement. Never in a million years could he at any time have envisaged caning this severe looking woman, and now it was about to happen.
Mrs Reynolds returned with the cane.” I should like to cane you first David.”“Yes, of course,” replied David. He was still in awe and a little fear of this woman despite her wish to be punished.
“Right, come here and bend over.”
David got up and walked over to where Mrs Reynolds was standing, rolling the cane between her thumbs and forefingers.
“Should I take my trousers down?” asked David.
“Not unless you want to,” smiled Mrs Reynolds.
“I think I’ll keep my trousers on,” said David.
“Over you go then, and I’ll give you six,” said Mrs Reynolds.
David bent over and Mrs Reynolds proceeded to warm David’s bottom. It was the most enjoyable caning he had ever felt from Mrs Reynolds, just enough to sting but not to hurt and hopefully not to leave to much in the way of stripes. David got up.
“Did you enjoy that?” asked Mrs Reynolds.
“Very much, it was just right thank you.”
Mrs Reynolds smiled. “So you can look forward to many more of those.”
“I hope so,” replied David.
“Now it’s my turn,” said Mrs Reynolds, handing the cane to David. His hands trembled with excitement. He would remember this over all other canings for the rest of his life. . “I assume you would like me to bend over?”
“Yes please,” replied David, hardly able to contain his excitement.
Mrs Reynolds bent over and touched her toes. “You can lift my skirt,” she said.
David gulped, he hadn’t expected that little luxury. “Are you sure you want me to see your underwear?” queried David.
“David, you’ve been seeing my underwear on the washing line for years, there’s nothing new now,” laughed Mrs Reynolds.
David pulled up Mrs Reynolds’ skirt and slip to reveal the sight of a firm, mature bottom covered by a pair of pink plain knickers and a white suspender belt attached to light tan stockings. His mouth was positively watering at the prospect of the cane thwacking across those knickers. Then he got into position.
“Remember what I said about being punished. Take no notice of any fuss I make,” said Mrs Reynolds .
David raised the cane with a trembling hand and whipped it down across the tight knickers. Mrs Reynolds let out a loud squeal and bent her knees. He pressed on. It was hard to apply the cane firmly with the cries of pain that Mrs Reynolds was emitting but he carried on, enjoying each stroke more and more as he went along. Finally, he finished, and Mrs Reynolds got up. Immediately she started rubbing her bottom, which must have been excruciatingly sore.
“Are you alright Mrs R?” David asked.
“Just about,” gasped Mrs Reynolds.
“I didn’t want to hurt you, honestly.”
“Don’t be silly, you did what I asked and I’m grateful,” replied Mrs Reynolds. She then took a handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped her watery eyes. “Would you mind returning the cane, you know where it goes?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Would you be happy to have another session next week?” asked Mrs Reynolds.
“You just try and stop me,” replied David.
“I can see that you’re going to be a good son-in-law,” smiled Mrs Reynolds.
“And you’re going to be a good mother-in-law,” replied David.
Statistics: Posted by lisamum10 — Mon Aug 01, 2016 9:21 pm
Choose "Yes" for the first five options and click on submit. This should fix it.