Maureen and John Stiles were a married couple in their late fifties and were having a week long holiday at a boarding house at a small seaside resort.
Maureen was very much the dominant partner in the marriage and from time to time she would assert her authority with a hairbrush or a belt on John’s backside.
Although their friends could see that she was the ‘boss’, none of them were aware of her use of physical punishment.
Maureen and John were walking back towards their boarding house and, as usual, she was telling him what to do.
As a rare act of bravado John replied to her latest instruction “No, I don’t want to.”
“What did you say?” she asked angrily.
“We are on holiday, why can’t I do what I want for a change?”
“You will do what I tell you to do just like you always do.”
“No, I won’t.”
“How dare you argue with me?”
“I am not arguing, just saying that I don’t want to do what you said.”
By now Maureen was getting furious at what she saw as insubordination.
“You will do as I say or you will regret it.”
John then made the huge mistake of swearing at his wife.
“I will not fucking do it,” although he immediately knew that he had gone too far.
Maureen looked at him incredulously and John decided to try to backtrack.
“Sorry Maureen, I should not have sworn at you,” he stammered.
“Too late for sorry, you just wait until we get back to our room…you will be sorry then.”
John knew exactly what that meant and started pleading “No, no please…can’t we wait until we get home?”
“No we can not, you will get a hiding when we get back to our room.”
A middle aged couple passing in the opposite direction heard that remark and the woman turned back with a smile and the man coughed nervously.
Once back in the boarding house Maureen ushered John to their room.
He tried once more to beg forgiveness but any hopes he had were shattered by Maureen ordering “Get your trousers and pants down.”
John knew that an arse tanning was inevitable but as it was mid afternoon he hoped that the other guests were all out and nobody would hear what was happening
Maureen had a hardbacked hairbrush in her hand as John lowered his trousers and then pants, his cock hung limply.
She sat on a chair and he draped himself over her lap.
She wasted no time in starting the beating and the hairbrush bounced off his buttocks at a fast rate.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
In the next room was sixty-two-year-old Eunice Sutton who was on holiday on her own and just awoken from a short nap.
As an ex headmistress she was well accustomed to the sound of an implement striking buttock as she had not only caned many schoolgirls bottoms she had also used a cane on her ex husband before their divorce.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
John was twisting and squirming on Maureen’s lap as the stinging in his backside increased rapidly.
In the next room Eunice had raised her dress at the front and her fingers were inside her knickers and playing with her cunt.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
John was now crying out and Eunice’s fingers moved faster.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
“That should teach you,” Maureen shouted as the beating stopped and Eunice came.
At the evening meal a very subdued John was sitting extremely uncomfortably but hopeful that nobody else in the room was aware of why.
The meals were almost completed when Eunice, who had only previously nodded pleasantries to other guests, leaned towards Maureen and said “I heard you dealing with him this afternoon.”
John blushed as his wife replied “He deseved it, he needs a good hiding from time to time.”
“Quite right, I used to take a cane to my ex husband,” confided Eunice.
The conversation was interrupted by the waitress arriving for orders for the dessert but Maureen said “Can we continue this chat later?”
“Most certainly my dear,” responded Eunice.
A little later with the sore arsed and embarrassed John staying silent the two women discussed the need for a man to be kept in his place. It transpired that Eunice’s home was only twenty or so miles from where the Stiles lived and John was startled when Eunice said “If you want I could take my cane to him when he next misbehaves.”
Maureen thought that an excellent idea although John didn’t but he was perturbed that his cock stiffened in his trousers.
The two women exchanged telephone numbers and agreed that Maureen may well telephone Eunice when John next needs correction.
John and Maureen had no sex life and he did not get turned on by his wife spanking him but the thought of getting a caning from this rather attractive ex headmistress really excited him, although he did not want to admit it to anyone including himself.
Some three weeks after the holiday Eunice Sutton’s telephone rang.
“Hello Eunice, it is Maureen Stiles here.”
“Hello Maureen, I wondered if I might hear from you.”
“Yes, he has been disobedient again and I think he needs a visit from you and your cane.”
On hearing this John’s cock jumped to almost full erection.
It was arranged for Eunice, and her cane, to visit the next evening and it was agreed that she would stay overnight.
She drove to the Stiles’ house and removed her overnight bag and her cane from her car.
John sat nervously but excitedly as the three of them had a cup of tea with the cane in full view.
Maureen explained to Eunice what John’s latest ‘crime’ had been and, after a bit of thought, Eunice announced “Twelve strokes on the bare buttocks.”
John was both excited and ashamed at the thought of showing this woman his bare arse.
“Right, I will deal with him now. Will you be watching?” said Eunice addressing Maureen.
“Yes, I would like to see you at work,” replied Maureen.
Eunice picked up and bent the cane and then slashed it through the air.
“Trousers and pants down young man and bend over and touch your toes.”
John hesitated wishing that the huge erection that had formed would disappear.
“You heard the headmistress, trousers and pants down,” said a smirking Maureen.
John turned his back to the women and dropped his lower clothiing, his prick stood rigid in front of him.
Any hope that his erection might go unnoticed were dashed when Maureen said “My god, he has got a hard on.”
“So he has,” said Eunice who was getting rapidly turned on.
“He never gets that with me, he must like the idea of you caning him.”
“Perhaps you can make use of it after I have caned him,” said Eunice with a little bit of jealousy.
“No thanks, I am not interested in that any more, you can if you want though.”
Fifty-something John Stiles was standing there with his trousers and pants around his ankles and about to be caned whilst his wife and an almost stranger were discussing what to do with his erect penis.
“I wish, it has been a long time,” said Eunice.
“You might as well, you are staying the night and he and I don’t sleep together here anyway.”
John did not know if he had any say in the matter but he rather liked the idea of having sex with the woman that was about to stripe his arse with a cane.
“I would like that very much,” said Eunice who then remembered that she had the cane in her hand.
“Bend over, twelve strokes,” she announced.
John bent over and a now very turned on Eunice tapped the cane against his buttocks.
She liked to make sure that the person on the receiving end felt ever stroke so she allowed several seconds inbetween each one.
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
John was used to his wife’s hairbrush and sometimes a belt but a caning was something else and his backside twitched.
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
His arse was burning and Maureen looked on approvingly as the ex headmistress applying a cane.
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
Eunice had built up a nice pattern on John’s arse and her knickers were soaking.
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
John was fighting back the tears but the tingling in his rear increased the tingling in his cock.
On being told to stand and turn around Maureen was amused and Eunice delighted to see that his prick was still rigid.
“Better not waste any time with that,” said Maureen nodding in the direction of her husband’s erection.
“Are you sure about this?” asked Eunice.
“Certainly, it is of no interest to me so if you want it you have it.”
John looked at his wife wondering if she really meant it or whether she was cruelly teasing him.
“It is ok, fuck her…you want to don’t you?”
John did not answer but scrambled out of the trousers and pants that were around his ankles.
John and Eunice made their way upstairs and very soon a penis that had not been in a cunt for about four years was entering a cunt that had not been visited by a penis for even longer.
Perhaps not surprisingly neither of them lasted very long although Eunice came just before John spunked inside her.
With Maureen’s approval the new lovers spent the night together and this time the love making was more gentle and less urgent.
In future months John sometimes got a hairbrush spanking from his wife but more often his now more frequent misbehaving resulted in a caning from Eunice, followed by fucking.
