Twenty-four-year-old Roger Phillips had recently inherited a large amount of money and was looking to buy somewhere more substantial for himself. He had viewed a number of properties with an isolated country cottage being the latest but not only was he impressed with the cottage he was very impressed with the representative of the estate agents.
That representative was forty-eight-year-old divorcee Maneka Patel who was an Indian woman of real beauty and on Roger’s first visit to the cottage the two of them had been sexually attracted to each other. During that first visit, Maneka had opened a cupboard to find that the only item in it was a school cane and although Maneka expressed her shock at what they found she was actually very aware that the cane was there because that cane had been frequently applied to her buttocks. The cane belonged to the current owner of the cottage, sixty-one-year-old Miss Emily Carruthers who had once been the headmistress at an all girls school.
Nothing happened between Roger and Maneka on that first visit but he, as Maneka expected, suggested a further viewing and on that occasion, each of them applied six strokes of the cane to the other’s bare backside before Roger fucked Maneka from behind.
Maneka pointed out that when Emily Carruthers heard what they had got up to in her cottage, which Maneka intended to make sure that she did, both she and Roger would very likely receive a severe caning.
Whilst pointing this out Maneka had been stroking Roger’s cock back to full erection before laying on her back on the bed and guiding him into her wet cunt for a second fucking. The fucking was fast and urgent and Maneka almost screamed as she came inducing Roger to ejaculate into her.
Emily Carruthers was currently away on holiday and was not due back for another ten days so Roger and Maneka agreed to meet at the cottage for further love-making in the interim period.
They were able to meet almost every evening and they fucked in various rooms but mostly in the bed.
Roger actually agreed to put in an offer at just slightly under the asking price for the cottage and Maneka sent a text to Emily informing her and asking for her response. In due course the offer was accepted, Emily had decided to move to somewhere slightly less isolated, so the sale of the property was put in motion.
It was now the evening before Emily was due back and Maneka and Roger were, as usual, at the cottage.
As they kissed downstairs prior to the removal of clothing and fucking Maneka said, “You do know that I am going to tell Miss Carruthers what we have been doing don’t you?”
Roger knew from what Maneka had said previously that a severe caning for both of them was almost inevitable but he responded by saying, “Yes although I am not looking forward to her reaction.”
By now Maneka had unfastened his trousers and had fished his erect cock from his underpants. She looked up at him with her beautiful brown eyes as she held his cock to her lips before starting to lick and suck him. She did think of blowing him until he came but she wanted him inside her as soon as possible so she said, “Let’s go upstairs,” and Roger happily agreed and removed his trousers and underpants before following her skirt covered backside up the stairs.
In the bedroom, she took charge telling Roger to lay on his back and he watched, erect cock pointing skywards, as Maneka slowly and seductively removed her clothes.
With her blouse removed her bra slowly came off to reveal her large breasts and pointed nipples. Her skirt came off and then she turned her back on Roger before very very slowly lowering her panties revealing her arse crack and then bare buttocks before she was totally naked.
She climbed onto the bed and stood with her legs either side of Roger before slowly lowering herself onto his rigid prick which she then proceeded to ride slowly at first but then increasing the pace. She was eventually bouncing on him with her tits swaying and she was fast approaching an orgasm which she reached with a, “Mmmmm, oh fuck, yes, yes, yes, shittt.”
She continued to ride and Roger’s body tensed as he felt his own climax approaching and as he started to spurt into her Maneka came again. When they had finished cumming she leaned forward and they locked in a long and passionate kiss.
They eventually parted for the evening with Maneka advising, “When I see Miss Carruthers tomorrow I will tell her what we have done, I imagine that she will want to see you too.”
The next day Maneka returned alone to the cottage and saw Emily and after asking how her holiday was and discussing the sale of the house Maneka said, “There is something that you should know.”
She went on to explain that she and the prospective buyer of the house had used Emily’s cane on each other and that they had had several sex sessions in her cottage.
The very stern-faced Miss Carruthers said, “You will both be very severely punished, you and the young man will report here at 6pm tomorrow evening and I will deal with you then.”
“Yes Miss,” said Maneka who, although she quite liked having her arse caned, knew that the punishment would indeed be severe.
On leaving the cottage she telephoned Roger to tell him of their appointment and that the ex headmistress would be dealing with them severely.
He did mentally question why it was necessary for Maneka to have told Miss Carruthers although he did find the prospect of being caned and seeing Maneka caned to be strangely arousing.
The next day Maneka contacted Roger to say that there was no point in them both driving so she would pick him up about thirty minutes before their appointment. She also said that depending on how they both felt after seeing Miss Carruthers he could spend the night at her house if he wished, a prospect that Roger found very exciting.
Maneka looked as gorgeous as always when she picked he up and, once he was in her car, they had a long kiss.
“I don’t know quite what to expect, the most strokes that she has ever given me is twelve but this evening it might be more,” said Maneka.
“More than twelve? Fuck,” said Roger who felt his buttocks give an involuntary twitch.
“Don’t know but she is likely to lay it on thick,” said the beautiful Indian woman.
“I still don’t know why you had to tell her but it is strangely exciting,” said Roger.
“Yes, well we had better go and see what she has planned for us,” said Maneka as they set off for the cottage.
When they arrived at the cottage and as Maneka rang the doorbell Roger ran his hand over her trouser-suited buttocks and she smiled and said, “I might well need you to soothe my backside later.”
With them each looking into the other’s eyes the door opened and a woman who must have been almost six feet tall stood there.
“Good evening Miss Carruthers, this is Roger Phillips,” said Maneka by way of introduction.
Roger held his hand out to shake that of the formidable looking woman but she ignored him and turned with a, “Follow me,” over her shoulder. They followed her into the living room and there, hanging on the door handle, was the cane.
Miss Carruthers took the cane and bent it as she stared at the two arrivals before saying, “To use a person’s private items and to behave disgustingly in their property is unforgivable.”
She looked from one to the other before continuing, “I have no doubt that you young lady was the instigator of this but you must both be punished.”
Roger attempted to speak to try to remove some of the blame from Maneka but a shout of, “Silence!” put a stop to that.
“I will deal with you first young man, lower your trousers and underpants,” instructed Miss Carruthers.
This was not unexpected but Roger still hesitated for a moment before a glare from the lady with the cane in her hands suggested that he should comply.
Maneka could not help turning her eyes to Roger’s penis as he lowered his clothing and she saw it to be partially erect.
“Bend over the back of the settee, you will get twelve strokes,” Miss Carruthers ordered.
Roger found himself bending over but was told to bend further and he was very aware of his bare arse being exposed to the two women with one of the women being his lover and the other one the woman that was about to thrash him.
Maneka was aroused at the sight as Miss Carruthers tapped the cane against the young man’s buttocks.
The cane was lifted high and then SWISH! THWACK! it slashed through the air and made contact with Roger’s behind.
He clenched his teeth in anticipation of the next stroke but Miss Carruthers waited quite a while before SWISH! THWACK! stroke number two landed.
The caning went on with slow measured strokes and after six Roger was squirming and groaning as red lines appeared on his white buttocks. After a further three strokes, tears were in his eyes and he was audibly sobbing.
A twelfth SWISH! THWACK! landed diagonally over some previous stripes and he howled out loud and shook his backside from side to side to try to alleviate some of the stinging.
“Stand up!” ordered the ex headmistress and Roger, his face very red and tear-stained, struggled up and clutched his caned buttocks.
Despite the fact that her own caning was imminent Maneka’s eyes went to her lover’s cock and it had not entirely deflated during the beating.
“Stand over there,” Miss Carruthers told Roger, pointing with the cane before turning her attention to Maneka.
“I hold you mostly responsible for this, eighteen strokes, bare your bottom,” Maneka was told and she knew that she about to receive the caning of her life.
She was soon bare arsed bent over the settee and as stroke after stroke sliced across her rear and she yelled and squirmed Roger felt his penis hardening despite, or maybe because of, the tingling in his own arse.
Miss Carruthers delivered strokes sixteen, seventeen and eighteen in quick succession SWISH! THWACK! SWISH! THWACK! SWISH! THWACK! and Maneka screamed out. On being told to stand she was crying uncontrollably and put her hands to her thrashed cheeks.
Addressing both of them Emily Carruthers said, “You can take some time to recover and then you will leave,” before leaving the room cane in hand.
For the next ten minutes or more, there was much crying, sobbing and groaning from the two caned lovers and neither actually spoken until Maneka said between sobs, “We had better get properly dressed and go,” but they both found pulling up underwear and trousers added to their pain.
“I am going to ask her if I can borrow a cushion, I will not be able to drive like this,” said Maneka.
Emily Carruthers granted the request so soon Maneka was very gingerly lowering her thrashed buttocks onto the cushion placed on the driver’s seat in the car and Roger managed to sort of get onto his hip and keep part of his arse cheeks off the passenger seat.
Maneka drove slowly and uncomfortably home and once there Roger gladly accepted the invitation to stay the night.
Although very very painful they had both found watching and receiving the canings quite arousing and the tingling that they were both now feeling in their buttocks was adding to the arousal.
Before long they were both naked and face down on Maneka’s bed and they took it in turns to gently rub the other’s arse cheeks but as well as being soothing they were both finding it highly erotic. Before long Roger’s cock was rock hard and Maneka’s cunt was leaking and they decided that the most comfortable position to ease those situation’s at the moment was for Maneka to be on her knees and elbows with arse in the air and with Roger behind her.
It did not take too long before they had both cum and that was how they left it for the night as they both slept on their stomach’s.
Maneka phoned into work the next morning claiming sickness and in truth with her arse still stinging she would be unable to do her work properly anyway.
They did have sex a couple more times during the day although neither of them spent much time sitting down. They discussed the possibility of Maneka moving into the cottage with Roger when he became the new owner and they also discussed the possibility of visiting Emily Carruthers and her cane either whilst she still occupied the cottage or after her move.
