The Grand Tour
As usual I finished work at lunchtime on Fridays, it was a sunny July afternoon. The traffic was slow but there was an interesting murder mystery on the radio, it was suddenly muted by the load ring from the phone, the central display lit up KAREN, my wife.
âJeremy Iâm at the school, Marion has got herself in to a lot of trouble, the head is talking about not letting her back to take her A levels, I think we have talked her out of it. Annie and Janie are in there nowâ
Karen filled me in with the details, as she talked I pulled over at the next services.
âDear Iâm going to send an email to the head, make sure she reads it before she makes any decision, I sure you will have sorted it all out, but lets make sure hey?â
I knew several of the school board members well and copied them in giving a truthful glowing report of the girlâs academic and sporting achievements not to mention their voluntary work.
I knew Janie was Annieâs stepdaughter and her husband was working abroad. In a sort of similar way Marion was Karenâs step daughter from a previous partner who had popped out âto get the newspaper and a pint of milk, never to return. Both girls were very close friends, they were very clever and easily bored often leading to a little trouble.
I got home, lost the suit and tie, showered, formulating what I was going to say.
I heard two cars pull up the gravel drive.
Karen, Annie and the two not so âsweet sixteenâ girls met me in the kitchen.
âPhones please girlsâ they fished out their beloved smart phones from their school bags and handed them to me.
Smile I said quickly pointing the phones at their faces, unlocking them and then removing the locks.
I pulled a couple of cold Coca Colas from the fridge for the girls.
âWait hereâ
Karen, Annie and I went to the dinning room, they looked exhausted as they told me what had happened Karen open a bottle of wine and they both started to repeat what had happened.
The girls had been caught with a couple of small bottles of blue alcoholic fizzy drink and stank of weed, although no weed was found on them. It didnât seem like a big deal to me, apart from the fact they were stupid enough to get caught, smoking was a big no and they had really upset Karen and Annie,
The school had agreed not even to put it on the girls record, I had told them the girls would be grounded for a month over the summer holidays and they would have their phones taken for six weeks.
âOh god, not six weeks of Marion sulkingâ Karen frowned.
âWell there is the alternativeâ
âYes, but Marion quite likes a spanking, she told meâ
âI know, but I know what she doesnât like so muchâ
The ladies talked low and fast between themselves.
âOkay we will put it them, it would be much better to get it over and done withâ They took the bottle to the kitchen. So I opened one for myself, cranked up the aircon and started to read the girls WhatsApp and texts, there was lots of colourful and sexually graphic words but thankfully no nude pictures, it seemed they had listened to some of our advice.
There was a knock on the dinning room door, Marion and Janie entered still wearing their school uniforms.
âUm we will take a spanking if we can have our phones back and not get groundedâ
I could clearly see that they had taken of their bras, their young firm breasts were straining against the tight white cotton of their shirts and the cool air had perked up their nipples to little organ stops.
âNice try but you know thatâs not the dealâ I said as I fetched the crook handled cane from behind the sofa. I poured them a glass of wine to relax them and began my lecture. They both knew how to drink responsibly so that part was short, I was quite harsh with them about smoking and they were both looking pretty sorry when I told them how disappointed we were with them.
âTake off your ties and undo the top three buttons of your shirts and then take your shoes offâ
This revealed a good view of nice young cleavage. There was no way the skirts school girls wore these days could be lifted, they were so short and so tight they hardly cover their panties.
âOkay take your skirts and knickers offâ
Marion led the way.
âHands on your headsâ
I pulled up an arm less wooden dinning chair and sat admiring the two pussies. Marion had gone from totally smooth to a thin Brazilian since her last spanking, Janie sported more hair but it was very well shaved / plucked or what ever she did with it.
âJanie over my kneeâ she was only 5 Âźâ tall so was stretched out nicely on tip toes, fingers hardly touching the carpet, her nice firm rounded virgin arse begging to be spanked and I had a nice view of her pussy.
I started to spank using the uppercut method, each spank starting around the sit spot and slightly dragging across the flesh, lifting the buttock upward and falling back with each spank. Janie let out little âOOâs and Owâsâ as I gently warmed her cheeks. Her buttocks slowly changed form pale flesh to a warm red as I eased her in to her first spanking. I stopped after five minutes letting the capillaries open up all around her nether regions. I could see that her vaginal lips were swelling and parting. I gave her a minutes rest before a started thee spanking again, this time covering the rest of her bottom, the spanks getting a little harder each time.
I could see her face in the wall mirror opposite us, her eyes screwed up and she let out a little yelp with each spank I could also see Marion smiling at her friendâs plight. Janieâs breathing became deeper here weight increased on my legs. I stopped again after ten minutes, her thighs had parted further and her sparse pubic hair had dew drops of pussy juice on them. I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh, without thinking my index finger traced along the crack of her vulva and slipped a few inches inside her very wet warm tight vagina. Marion gasped and I managed to compose myself.
âIt seems like you are enjoying this Jennieâ
âNo. no and well a yes a little bitâ
I reverted to the uppercut spanks for a few minutes and then made sure the rest of her cheeks were covered.
The build up was so gradual she didnât really notice that by the end of 15 minutes I was spanking her pretty hard and her bottom was almost cherry red.
âThatâs the first part over with, now stand, you may rub your bottom and then put your hands back on your head and watch Marion get her spanking.
Marion had been over my knee many times before opting for a spanking over more tedious punishments, I knew she had come to enjoy it, she didnât mind the wooden spoon either, the hairbrush or the hard stiff little leather paddle usually did the job, but we had agreed the first part was going to be a spanking.
She placed herself over my knee and I began with hard spanks cheek to cheek from the start. The girl always seemed to be feeling horny, Karen had let her use our Love Honey account to buy slim vibrators and a rechargeable wand as it was safer than stuffing any old thing up there. My wife had also told me that both girls were still virgins, but had given boys hand jobs and oral and enjoyed getting fingered. I was think how much females gossiped and was wondering what they had said a about me, mind you I had dated and fucked the living daylights out Annie many years before and both the ladies were into a bit of BDSM unlike Edward boring old Edward.
I came back to the job in hand when I felt a wet patch on my trouser leg, I had been spanking Marion for 12 minutes and she had been rubbing her pubic bone on my leg with each slap, she was groaning and sounded like she was about to cum. I stopped spanking.
âGet up girl, look what you have done to my trousers, you will pay for that!â
In the corner of my eye I saw Janieâs hand move from between her legs to the top of her head, I smiled to myself choosing to ignore it.
âNow girls time for the main event, Marion tell Janie how it feels to be canedâ
âI already haveâ she replied
âI didnât ask you if you had talked about it did I?â poking the end of the cane into her chest.
Marion went into detail about the way it made the buttocks sting as the cane hit and the site of the stroke getting more painful in the seconds and minutes after, how it felt like all the strokes joined together making your arse feel like it was on fire.
Right girls both of you over the table, Marion went first, bending over, stomach and chest on the surface arms outstretched and legs slightly apart, Jennie followed her lead.
The sight of two glowing young bottoms waiting to be canned was making my erection throb.
I taped and sawed the cane across Marionâs arse.
âOn no here we goâ she muttered
âYou will both count each stroke, you will keep your hands flat on the table, if you try to block a stoke the cane will land on the back of you hand which will be very very painful wonât it Marion?â
âOh god yes donât do that, it hurts ten times more than on your bottomâ
âYou will only rub your bottom when I say you can, so donât ask donât make me start over, if I have to it will be for both of you, understood?â
âUm yesâ
âI swung the cane so it landed on the fleshy middle of Marionâs bare bottom.
âOW ow oneâ
The next stroke was on Janieâs little pert cheeks again aimed at the fleshy middle
âOwwww fuck fu ooooooowoneâ Janieâs hands stated to move back but Marion caught her holding her had âNo donât rub, we will both get anotherâ
Jamie arched her back, wriggled and moaned as I waited and watch the welt grow in both size and pain. After a minutes the first every line on her bottom was well developed, I smiled to myself and took position behind Marion.
âOuch twoâ
âOww ow threeâ she hadnât been expecting two in a row.
I tapped the cane on Janieâs bottom ready?
âUm I guessâ
I marked the territory with a high stroke and another as far down as possible in the position they were in. Janie squealed and gripped Marionâs hand tight.
I tried to keep the twelve strokes as widely spaced as possible, creating nice angry lines the skin in between was now a much brighter shade of red than from the hand spanking.
âWell thatâs the first twelve, what did you Janie?â
She sobbed out âItâs very sore and it stingsâ
Marion turned her head to her and whispered.
âYou will have to whisper more quietly if you donât want me to hear, yes you may masturbate to take the pain awayâ
The girlâs hands reached for their clits and started circling. I pulled up the spanking chair and sat watching them get to work. They rubbed away expertly occasionally poking a finger or two inside themselves or parting their labia wide, giving me a good view of the inside of their tight young holes. They were breathing deeply a gently moaning, they were wrong about wanking stopping the pain, it might take their minds of it but the increased vascular throbbing in the area would only make the fresh welts more tender, it would however make orgasm more intense as the nerve endings from their bottoms, vaginas and clits fired up to the sexy part of their brains. I didnât have long to wait before they both came hard.
I gave them each a few spanks as they wound down dipping their finger inside their holes,
When they had caught their breath I told them to move from the table and bend to hold their ankles.
âJanie this will hurt a little moreâ
The triangle position not only made the skin tighter it also made the more tender areas available. The first stoke landed on the lowest part of her sit spot.
She managed to say âOwwww fuck fuck thirteenâ as was half way up to standing her hands heading for her bottom before she caught herself and bent back down.
Marion received a stroke in the same place.
âOOOoo oOoo thirteenâ
The next five for both girls were aimed in between the tram lines from the first twelve strokes there was a little cross over as the welts had swollen out as well as up.
The last six were on the tender sit spot, saving the best till the last.
âTouch your toes, stick your bottoms right out legs togetherâ
I tapped the cane on the middle of Janieâs sore swollen cheeks âThis is going to be the last and by far the hardest oneâ I said sawing and tapping on a nice welt.
I swung hard, it must have felt as if the cane was red hot as whipped across the crease between her butt and her thighs, she screamed and lost her balance toppling to the floor.
âOwwwww ahrg twentyâŚfour owwâ
âGet up, you may now rub your bottomâ
Although it was instinct to rub, it didnât make it any better.
Marion got her final stroke in the same place, she scream and jumped straight upright rubbing her well punished cheeks.
âHands on your headsâ I rubbed a finger across each raised line I could feel heat radiating from them.
âRight upstairs to your room and stay there, you may want to take a cool showerâ Marion asked âCan we have our phone back pleaseâ
âOn Mondayâ I replied
âUm we only want to play musicâ
I had though of this and had brought in the old radio / CD player that I used when gardening. The look on the girlâs faces was priceless and I handed over the big old boom box to them along with a case full of old 1990s CDs.
When I returned to the kitchen Karen and Annieâs eyes went straight to my crotch.
âIt looks like you really enjoyed yourselfâ Annie said as Jenny unbuttoned my jeans releasing my hard on. She rubbed it gently careful not to make me cum.
âAnnie was just telling me about her disappointing sex life, old Ted hasnât fucked her in over six months, she said she wished it was her getting the cane, you know like you two used toâŚâ
I didnât need any further hints Annie was soon over the dinning room table, her panties off and her summer dress pulled up, her bare bottom was a wonderful target. As with the girls the cane landed across the middle of her cheeks.
âOh nice shotâ Karen said as Annie moaned out in pleasure âOh yes thatâs good mmm, a bit harder please. The next stroke was indeed harder and across the same mark.
âOooo Jesus ow that hurts so good ow owâ The welt sprang to life growing upward and spread out as if a fire brand had been held across her arse.
I repeated this with the next ten strokes, leaving six lines adorning the middle part of Annieâs bottom.
âMy turn, my turnâ Karen said jumping up and down with excitement. She had already stripped naked and bent over the table her breast squashing against the wooden surface.
I decided she would get a similar but slightly different caning with the cane on welt technique.
I laid six hard stripes across the middle of my wives bottom giving enough time for each one to develop, before starting over repeating each stoke across the first six. Annie watched rubbing her bottom and squealing with delight, she also had stripped naked and was rubbing her nub.
âAnnie do remember what is nextâ she nodded âCan you still touch you toes?â
âOh yes, by the wonders of yogaâ
Both women were in great shape for young thirty somethingâs
I started with the prize shot on the thigh buttock join and worked up to about an inch below the first twelve to create two zones of pain. As I stepped back now and again to inspect my work I could see that her labia were engorged and her slit was gleaming with juice, the final stroke was on the same sore spot as the first.
âCan we do what we used to do after a caning nextâ Karen smiled at me âGo on, she needs itâ Karen pull my polo shirt over my head as I stepped out of my jeans.
Annie sat her sore bottom on the edge of the table and I slid into her warm moist vagina. Karen rubbed Annieâs tits and tweaked her nipples as I started to pound deep and hard into Annie the hard wood of the table rubbing on the fresh caning with each thrust. Karen moved around so she could diddle Annieâs clit and squeeze my balls we both came long and hard Annie making ouch noises as her buttocks clenched with the spasms of orgasm.
It was now Karenâs turn for her final twelve. With each stroke of the cane on my wives arse my erection retuned, by the end she was red raw and feeling very horny. She reached behind the sofa for the bottle of lube and bent over the arm, I stiffened some more, we saved anal for special occasions. I inched in as she masturbated, in a few minutes she had all of me inside her.
âOh my gosh Iâve only ever seen anal in porn films, I think I want to try itâ Annie said, I winked at her âMaybeâ I replied, Karen squeezed her little arse hole in rebuke. I trust deep slamming against Karen sore buttocks Annie rolled my balls in her hand and my wives fingers were a blur working on her clit. She tensed moaning with orgasm her anus spasming around the base of my cock we both came together my seamen released deep into her back passage as her little hole relaxed.
Back in the kitchen Annie fussed with a salad while Karen brought a couple of loose white tennis skirts and thin white T shirts for the laundry roomâ she handed them to me âWould you fetch the girls down for dinner please, tell them no underwearâ
Marionâs bedroom door was wide open with the Spice Girls blaring out of the old stereo. They were both face down on the bed bent over pillows legs apart and sliding slim vibrators in and out of their wet little vaginas. The welts on their bottom were now an angry red, some blue and purple in between. I watched them wank for a short while before tossing the clothes over.
âDinners served in fifteen minutes, wear these, mo bras or pantiesâ
They both looked round smiling and carried on working the toys inside.
Quarter of an hour later they arrived in the dining room the T shirts were very tight and we could clearly see their breasts through the thin material.
âNow before we eat let us see your bottomsâ
Karen lifted the girlâs skirts and tucked them into the waistband.
Karen and Annie traced along the raised tramlines with their finger nails.
âHow did it feel to be caned?â
âVery soreâ Janie replied
âAnd how does it feel now?â
âUm well still sore, but um sort of warm and well differentâ
âI hear you have been masturbatingâ
âOh yes a few times, it sort of makes everything throbâ
Karen gave the four bare cheeks a quick slap.
I had picked out the hardest buttock cupped antique wooden dinning chairs, the girls sat with their hot bare flesh on the old wood, the ladies discreetly arranged themselves so they were in the same predicament.
I sat at the head of the table with five white envelopes. I made the girls stand to pick up theirs (only so they would have to sit back down on their thrashed buttocks) I passed Karen and Annie theirs.
âOh my God wow the girls beamed at me, really?â
Inside was the itinerary for a Grand Tour of Italy and France with tickets to museums, art galleries, trips to see some of the finest scenery and great beaches. There were also international SIM cards for their beloved phones
âHow does your six week grounding sound nowâ the girls got up and hugged me.
âOh thank you, oh thatâs greatâ
Their young firm tits pressed against me. I hopped to be seeing more of those little puppies on the topless beaches.
âJeremy Iâm at the school, Marion has got herself in to a lot of trouble, the head is talking about not letting her back to take her A levels, I think we have talked her out of it. Annie and Janie are in there nowâ
Karen filled me in with the details, as she talked I pulled over at the next services.
âDear Iâm going to send an email to the head, make sure she reads it before she makes any decision, I sure you will have sorted it all out, but lets make sure hey?â
I knew several of the school board members well and copied them in giving a truthful glowing report of the girlâs academic and sporting achievements not to mention their voluntary work.
I knew Janie was Annieâs stepdaughter and her husband was working abroad. In a sort of similar way Marion was Karenâs step daughter from a previous partner who had popped out âto get the newspaper and a pint of milk, never to return. Both girls were very close friends, they were very clever and easily bored often leading to a little trouble.
I got home, lost the suit and tie, showered, formulating what I was going to say.
I heard two cars pull up the gravel drive.
Karen, Annie and the two not so âsweet sixteenâ girls met me in the kitchen.
âPhones please girlsâ they fished out their beloved smart phones from their school bags and handed them to me.
Smile I said quickly pointing the phones at their faces, unlocking them and then removing the locks.
I pulled a couple of cold Coca Colas from the fridge for the girls.
âWait hereâ
Karen, Annie and I went to the dinning room, they looked exhausted as they told me what had happened Karen open a bottle of wine and they both started to repeat what had happened.
The girls had been caught with a couple of small bottles of blue alcoholic fizzy drink and stank of weed, although no weed was found on them. It didnât seem like a big deal to me, apart from the fact they were stupid enough to get caught, smoking was a big no and they had really upset Karen and Annie,
The school had agreed not even to put it on the girls record, I had told them the girls would be grounded for a month over the summer holidays and they would have their phones taken for six weeks.
âOh god, not six weeks of Marion sulkingâ Karen frowned.
âWell there is the alternativeâ
âYes, but Marion quite likes a spanking, she told meâ
âI know, but I know what she doesnât like so muchâ
The ladies talked low and fast between themselves.
âOkay we will put it them, it would be much better to get it over and done withâ They took the bottle to the kitchen. So I opened one for myself, cranked up the aircon and started to read the girls WhatsApp and texts, there was lots of colourful and sexually graphic words but thankfully no nude pictures, it seemed they had listened to some of our advice.
There was a knock on the dinning room door, Marion and Janie entered still wearing their school uniforms.
âUm we will take a spanking if we can have our phones back and not get groundedâ
I could clearly see that they had taken of their bras, their young firm breasts were straining against the tight white cotton of their shirts and the cool air had perked up their nipples to little organ stops.
âNice try but you know thatâs not the dealâ I said as I fetched the crook handled cane from behind the sofa. I poured them a glass of wine to relax them and began my lecture. They both knew how to drink responsibly so that part was short, I was quite harsh with them about smoking and they were both looking pretty sorry when I told them how disappointed we were with them.
âTake off your ties and undo the top three buttons of your shirts and then take your shoes offâ
This revealed a good view of nice young cleavage. There was no way the skirts school girls wore these days could be lifted, they were so short and so tight they hardly cover their panties.
âOkay take your skirts and knickers offâ
Marion led the way.
âHands on your headsâ
I pulled up an arm less wooden dinning chair and sat admiring the two pussies. Marion had gone from totally smooth to a thin Brazilian since her last spanking, Janie sported more hair but it was very well shaved / plucked or what ever she did with it.
âJanie over my kneeâ she was only 5 Âźâ tall so was stretched out nicely on tip toes, fingers hardly touching the carpet, her nice firm rounded virgin arse begging to be spanked and I had a nice view of her pussy.
I started to spank using the uppercut method, each spank starting around the sit spot and slightly dragging across the flesh, lifting the buttock upward and falling back with each spank. Janie let out little âOOâs and Owâsâ as I gently warmed her cheeks. Her buttocks slowly changed form pale flesh to a warm red as I eased her in to her first spanking. I stopped after five minutes letting the capillaries open up all around her nether regions. I could see that her vaginal lips were swelling and parting. I gave her a minutes rest before a started thee spanking again, this time covering the rest of her bottom, the spanks getting a little harder each time.
I could see her face in the wall mirror opposite us, her eyes screwed up and she let out a little yelp with each spank I could also see Marion smiling at her friendâs plight. Janieâs breathing became deeper here weight increased on my legs. I stopped again after ten minutes, her thighs had parted further and her sparse pubic hair had dew drops of pussy juice on them. I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh, without thinking my index finger traced along the crack of her vulva and slipped a few inches inside her very wet warm tight vagina. Marion gasped and I managed to compose myself.
âIt seems like you are enjoying this Jennieâ
âNo. no and well a yes a little bitâ
I reverted to the uppercut spanks for a few minutes and then made sure the rest of her cheeks were covered.
The build up was so gradual she didnât really notice that by the end of 15 minutes I was spanking her pretty hard and her bottom was almost cherry red.
âThatâs the first part over with, now stand, you may rub your bottom and then put your hands back on your head and watch Marion get her spanking.
Marion had been over my knee many times before opting for a spanking over more tedious punishments, I knew she had come to enjoy it, she didnât mind the wooden spoon either, the hairbrush or the hard stiff little leather paddle usually did the job, but we had agreed the first part was going to be a spanking.
She placed herself over my knee and I began with hard spanks cheek to cheek from the start. The girl always seemed to be feeling horny, Karen had let her use our Love Honey account to buy slim vibrators and a rechargeable wand as it was safer than stuffing any old thing up there. My wife had also told me that both girls were still virgins, but had given boys hand jobs and oral and enjoyed getting fingered. I was think how much females gossiped and was wondering what they had said a about me, mind you I had dated and fucked the living daylights out Annie many years before and both the ladies were into a bit of BDSM unlike Edward boring old Edward.
I came back to the job in hand when I felt a wet patch on my trouser leg, I had been spanking Marion for 12 minutes and she had been rubbing her pubic bone on my leg with each slap, she was groaning and sounded like she was about to cum. I stopped spanking.
âGet up girl, look what you have done to my trousers, you will pay for that!â
In the corner of my eye I saw Janieâs hand move from between her legs to the top of her head, I smiled to myself choosing to ignore it.
âNow girls time for the main event, Marion tell Janie how it feels to be canedâ
âI already haveâ she replied
âI didnât ask you if you had talked about it did I?â poking the end of the cane into her chest.
Marion went into detail about the way it made the buttocks sting as the cane hit and the site of the stroke getting more painful in the seconds and minutes after, how it felt like all the strokes joined together making your arse feel like it was on fire.
Right girls both of you over the table, Marion went first, bending over, stomach and chest on the surface arms outstretched and legs slightly apart, Jennie followed her lead.
The sight of two glowing young bottoms waiting to be canned was making my erection throb.
I taped and sawed the cane across Marionâs arse.
âOn no here we goâ she muttered
âYou will both count each stroke, you will keep your hands flat on the table, if you try to block a stoke the cane will land on the back of you hand which will be very very painful wonât it Marion?â
âOh god yes donât do that, it hurts ten times more than on your bottomâ
âYou will only rub your bottom when I say you can, so donât ask donât make me start over, if I have to it will be for both of you, understood?â
âUm yesâ
âI swung the cane so it landed on the fleshy middle of Marionâs bare bottom.
âOW ow oneâ
The next stroke was on Janieâs little pert cheeks again aimed at the fleshy middle
âOwwww fuck fu ooooooowoneâ Janieâs hands stated to move back but Marion caught her holding her had âNo donât rub, we will both get anotherâ
Jamie arched her back, wriggled and moaned as I waited and watch the welt grow in both size and pain. After a minutes the first every line on her bottom was well developed, I smiled to myself and took position behind Marion.
âOuch twoâ
âOww ow threeâ she hadnât been expecting two in a row.
I tapped the cane on Janieâs bottom ready?
âUm I guessâ
I marked the territory with a high stroke and another as far down as possible in the position they were in. Janie squealed and gripped Marionâs hand tight.
I tried to keep the twelve strokes as widely spaced as possible, creating nice angry lines the skin in between was now a much brighter shade of red than from the hand spanking.
âWell thatâs the first twelve, what did you Janie?â
She sobbed out âItâs very sore and it stingsâ
Marion turned her head to her and whispered.
âYou will have to whisper more quietly if you donât want me to hear, yes you may masturbate to take the pain awayâ
The girlâs hands reached for their clits and started circling. I pulled up the spanking chair and sat watching them get to work. They rubbed away expertly occasionally poking a finger or two inside themselves or parting their labia wide, giving me a good view of the inside of their tight young holes. They were breathing deeply a gently moaning, they were wrong about wanking stopping the pain, it might take their minds of it but the increased vascular throbbing in the area would only make the fresh welts more tender, it would however make orgasm more intense as the nerve endings from their bottoms, vaginas and clits fired up to the sexy part of their brains. I didnât have long to wait before they both came hard.
I gave them each a few spanks as they wound down dipping their finger inside their holes,
When they had caught their breath I told them to move from the table and bend to hold their ankles.
âJanie this will hurt a little moreâ
The triangle position not only made the skin tighter it also made the more tender areas available. The first stoke landed on the lowest part of her sit spot.
She managed to say âOwwww fuck fuck thirteenâ as was half way up to standing her hands heading for her bottom before she caught herself and bent back down.
Marion received a stroke in the same place.
âOOOoo oOoo thirteenâ
The next five for both girls were aimed in between the tram lines from the first twelve strokes there was a little cross over as the welts had swollen out as well as up.
The last six were on the tender sit spot, saving the best till the last.
âTouch your toes, stick your bottoms right out legs togetherâ
I tapped the cane on the middle of Janieâs sore swollen cheeks âThis is going to be the last and by far the hardest oneâ I said sawing and tapping on a nice welt.
I swung hard, it must have felt as if the cane was red hot as whipped across the crease between her butt and her thighs, she screamed and lost her balance toppling to the floor.
âOwwwww ahrg twentyâŚfour owwâ
âGet up, you may now rub your bottomâ
Although it was instinct to rub, it didnât make it any better.
Marion got her final stroke in the same place, she scream and jumped straight upright rubbing her well punished cheeks.
âHands on your headsâ I rubbed a finger across each raised line I could feel heat radiating from them.
âRight upstairs to your room and stay there, you may want to take a cool showerâ Marion asked âCan we have our phone back pleaseâ
âOn Mondayâ I replied
âUm we only want to play musicâ
I had though of this and had brought in the old radio / CD player that I used when gardening. The look on the girlâs faces was priceless and I handed over the big old boom box to them along with a case full of old 1990s CDs.
When I returned to the kitchen Karen and Annieâs eyes went straight to my crotch.
âIt looks like you really enjoyed yourselfâ Annie said as Jenny unbuttoned my jeans releasing my hard on. She rubbed it gently careful not to make me cum.
âAnnie was just telling me about her disappointing sex life, old Ted hasnât fucked her in over six months, she said she wished it was her getting the cane, you know like you two used toâŚâ
I didnât need any further hints Annie was soon over the dinning room table, her panties off and her summer dress pulled up, her bare bottom was a wonderful target. As with the girls the cane landed across the middle of her cheeks.
âOh nice shotâ Karen said as Annie moaned out in pleasure âOh yes thatâs good mmm, a bit harder please. The next stroke was indeed harder and across the same mark.
âOooo Jesus ow that hurts so good ow owâ The welt sprang to life growing upward and spread out as if a fire brand had been held across her arse.
I repeated this with the next ten strokes, leaving six lines adorning the middle part of Annieâs bottom.
âMy turn, my turnâ Karen said jumping up and down with excitement. She had already stripped naked and bent over the table her breast squashing against the wooden surface.
I decided she would get a similar but slightly different caning with the cane on welt technique.
I laid six hard stripes across the middle of my wives bottom giving enough time for each one to develop, before starting over repeating each stoke across the first six. Annie watched rubbing her bottom and squealing with delight, she also had stripped naked and was rubbing her nub.
âAnnie do remember what is nextâ she nodded âCan you still touch you toes?â
âOh yes, by the wonders of yogaâ
Both women were in great shape for young thirty somethingâs
I started with the prize shot on the thigh buttock join and worked up to about an inch below the first twelve to create two zones of pain. As I stepped back now and again to inspect my work I could see that her labia were engorged and her slit was gleaming with juice, the final stroke was on the same sore spot as the first.
âCan we do what we used to do after a caning nextâ Karen smiled at me âGo on, she needs itâ Karen pull my polo shirt over my head as I stepped out of my jeans.
Annie sat her sore bottom on the edge of the table and I slid into her warm moist vagina. Karen rubbed Annieâs tits and tweaked her nipples as I started to pound deep and hard into Annie the hard wood of the table rubbing on the fresh caning with each thrust. Karen moved around so she could diddle Annieâs clit and squeeze my balls we both came long and hard Annie making ouch noises as her buttocks clenched with the spasms of orgasm.
It was now Karenâs turn for her final twelve. With each stroke of the cane on my wives arse my erection retuned, by the end she was red raw and feeling very horny. She reached behind the sofa for the bottle of lube and bent over the arm, I stiffened some more, we saved anal for special occasions. I inched in as she masturbated, in a few minutes she had all of me inside her.
âOh my gosh Iâve only ever seen anal in porn films, I think I want to try itâ Annie said, I winked at her âMaybeâ I replied, Karen squeezed her little arse hole in rebuke. I trust deep slamming against Karen sore buttocks Annie rolled my balls in her hand and my wives fingers were a blur working on her clit. She tensed moaning with orgasm her anus spasming around the base of my cock we both came together my seamen released deep into her back passage as her little hole relaxed.
Back in the kitchen Annie fussed with a salad while Karen brought a couple of loose white tennis skirts and thin white T shirts for the laundry roomâ she handed them to me âWould you fetch the girls down for dinner please, tell them no underwearâ
Marionâs bedroom door was wide open with the Spice Girls blaring out of the old stereo. They were both face down on the bed bent over pillows legs apart and sliding slim vibrators in and out of their wet little vaginas. The welts on their bottom were now an angry red, some blue and purple in between. I watched them wank for a short while before tossing the clothes over.
âDinners served in fifteen minutes, wear these, mo bras or pantiesâ
They both looked round smiling and carried on working the toys inside.
Quarter of an hour later they arrived in the dining room the T shirts were very tight and we could clearly see their breasts through the thin material.
âNow before we eat let us see your bottomsâ
Karen lifted the girlâs skirts and tucked them into the waistband.
Karen and Annie traced along the raised tramlines with their finger nails.
âHow did it feel to be caned?â
âVery soreâ Janie replied
âAnd how does it feel now?â
âUm well still sore, but um sort of warm and well differentâ
âI hear you have been masturbatingâ
âOh yes a few times, it sort of makes everything throbâ
Karen gave the four bare cheeks a quick slap.
I had picked out the hardest buttock cupped antique wooden dinning chairs, the girls sat with their hot bare flesh on the old wood, the ladies discreetly arranged themselves so they were in the same predicament.
I sat at the head of the table with five white envelopes. I made the girls stand to pick up theirs (only so they would have to sit back down on their thrashed buttocks) I passed Karen and Annie theirs.
âOh my God wow the girls beamed at me, really?â
Inside was the itinerary for a Grand Tour of Italy and France with tickets to museums, art galleries, trips to see some of the finest scenery and great beaches. There were also international SIM cards for their beloved phones
âHow does your six week grounding sound nowâ the girls got up and hugged me.
âOh thank you, oh thatâs greatâ
Their young firm tits pressed against me. I hopped to be seeing more of those little puppies on the topless beaches.
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