The Cane (F/M story)

She found it in an old closet, tucked away amongst outdated books and old forms. The school's old cane, which hadn't been used in years.

Jenny was a schoolteacher - a good one at that. In her private life, she was a spanker. Whenever David, her boyfriend for the last five years, needed a spanking, she would provide it. And now, she had found something to spice it up a little. They had used paddles, hairbrushes and once, a wooden spoon. But never a cane. She smiled as she picked up her cell phone.

“David, could you come pick me up later, when I'm off work? I want to show you something.” She couldn't help smiling as she thought about what she would do to David when he got there. She would make him pull down his pants and bend over the desk, and she would use the cane on him until his ass was bright red. She picked up the implement, giving her palm a light tap. She wondered how he would take it. She shook her head, trying to dispel the thoughts. That was for later. Now, she had a class to teach.


David made his way through the school, going past all the empty classrooms. There was something strange about a school when all the pupils had gone home. It seemed wrong to be there on your own.

He found Jenny's classroom, and went through the door. The second he entered the room, he froze in his tracks, his eyes locked on the long, thin object lying on the desk. Jenny was sitting behind the desk, her hair pulled back in a ponytail and a teasing smile playing around her lips, as she stood up and walked towards her boyfriend.

“Mister Newman, you were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago. That will add to your punishment, I'm afraid,” she said, looking at him as strictly as she could.

David had no idea what was going on, but he liked it.

“Since you were so disruptive in class, I have decided to give you six of the best. Since you were late, you will receive two more, for a total of eight.” She picked up the cane, flexing it as she spoke.

“Drop your shorts and underwear and bend over the desk, please.”

David realized what was happening, and entered his role. “I'm sorry Miss, please don't cane me. Please!” he said, eyes fixed on the carpet, not moving an inch.

“Ten strokes it is, then.” She couldn't suppress a smile; David always looked so cute right before a punishment.

David complied, not wanting to increase his punishment further. He stood in front of the desk, pulled his shorts and briefs down to his knees, revealing how aroused he was. He leaned forward on the desk, resting his upper body.

Jenny walked up behind him, flexing the cane. She whipped the cane through the air a few times, enjoying both the sound it made and the sight of his bottom trembling in anticipation.

“You will count each stroke, loudly and clearly. If you forget to count, or get out of position, the stroke does not count. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss.” Jenny smiled as she drew back the cane.

WHACK! A bright red line appeared on David's backside, and he grunted in pain. That cane had quite a sting!

“One, Miss,” he said through gritted teeth.

WHACK! Jenny placed this stroke directly beneath the previous, making two parallel lines appear on his bottom. David sucked in air, and responded; “Two, Miss.”

Jenny was surprised at how hard David took his punishment; she could tell he was in real pain. The cane had to have quite a sting!

WHACK! David started dancing on the spot, trying his hardest get rid of the sting without getting out of position. “Three, Miss.”

WHACK! David cried out in pain, and Jenny wondered briefly if anyone was still at the school. If they were, they would surely hear him. She pushed the thought out of her head. If anyone was still there, it was too late to do anything now. “Four, Miss.”

WHACK! David kicked his legs while still keeping his upper body flat on the desk. No need to earn extras. “Five, Miss.”

Jenny put the cane down on the desk, walking forward to take a closer look on her boyfriend's bottom. She ran her fingers along the five deep ridges covering his bottom, and thought briefly about the force involved in deforming his bottom in this manner. The pain had to be unbearable. She didn't want to call the caning off, since they tried never to call off a scene when it had first begun, but she decided to use less force on the last five strokes. It was, after all, just play. There was no true punishment involved.

WHACK! The sixth stroke was a light one, barely leaving a mark on his bottom. Too light, she decided. It was still a caning, after all. “Six, Miss.”

WHACK! A harder stroke than the previous, but still softer than the first five. She smiled proudly; that was more like it! “Seven, Miss.”

WHACK! By now, David was crying, tears falling down on the desk in streams. She was unsure whether he had even noticed that the strokes were lighter now. “Eight, Miss.”

WHACK! David rolled around on the desk, his body lost in pain and pleasure. Somehow, he managed to stay in position, and hiccup up the required “Nine, Miss.”

WHACK! The last stroke was lower than the rest, drawing a line across his sit spots and causing him to cry out in pain again. “Ten, Miss.”

Jenny smiled at her handiwork. Ten parallel lines all over the bottom in front of her. As her boyfriend stood up, she walked forward, giving him a long kiss. The scene was over.

The events had filled her with energy, and as her hands ran over the deep ridges in his bottom, she was hornier than she had ever been in her life. Judging by the size of his erection, so was he.

This time, it was Jenny's time to bend over the desk, but entirely different reasons.