Mature couple Peter and Helen Stephens were married in name only as they had not had sex for three years. Although living in the same house, they slept in different bedrooms. Neither of them had anyone else but basically Peter had lost interest in Helen and she assumed that he had lost interest in sex altogether although she herself still felt urges.
They were both in their late fifties and had been married close to thirty five years.
Helen had informed Peter that she was going to visit her sister Rachel and was probably going to be staying the night. It had got past 9 o’clock at night and Peter decided that Helen would not be coming home now so he decided to watch one of his
favourite online videos.
Peter had removed his trousers and underpants and had his headphones on as he wanked to the scene onscreen as the middle
aged woman slashed a cane across a middle-aged man’s bare arse.
Unexpectedly, Helen had not stayed at her sister’s and on climbing the stairs at home she was surprised to hear groaning coming
from the bedroom that Peter used. She pushed the half-open door to see her husband furiously wanking his cock and obviously
very engrossed with what was onscreen.
“What the fuck?” she said and, despite having the headphones on, Peter twisted in his chair.
By now, Helen had seen what was onscreen and looked at her shocked husband who still had his erect prick in his hand.
“Helen… You, you were staying at Rachel’s,” mumbled the embarrassed Peter.
She ignored his remark and demanded, “Is that what turns you on? I haven’t seen you that hard in years.”
“Um, no… yes I…”
“Do you want your arse caned by a woman… by me?”
“No, no… I.”
“Well, I don’t care what you want. I am going to buy a cane and use it on you you worthless piece of shit.”
Being caned by Helen was what Peter had wanted for years but he had been too afraid or too embarrassed to ask.
His prick had deflated slightly and Helen ordered him out of the chair and she put her large arse on it and after one more look at
what was playing onscreen shut that site down and Googled ‘canes’. Peter looked over his wife’s shoulder as she looked for something suitable and his prick was hardening again as she selected a cane and ordered it.
“Don’t you dare touch that cock of yours before the cane arrives, understand me?”
He stammered, “Y-y-yes, miss,” which brought a smile to her lips.
In the recent past, Helen had imagined herself as a headmistress taking a cane to a sixth-former’s backside so later she went back online on her laptop and ordered a headmistress’s gown.
The two of them barely spoke to each other the next few days with them both looking forward to the arrival of the ordered item(s).
Helen was thinking about the size of Peter’s cock when he was watching the femdom video and hoping that after she had dealt
with him that she would get fucked.
Peter had refrained from wanking as instructed. Eventually, the cane and gown were delivered although Peter was out at the time
so he did not know that. Helen stripped herself naked and put on the gown. She was very wet between her legs.
“Peter, come to my room, will you please?” she called down the stairs.
Peter entered the room and gasped at the sight of his wife all but naked and bending a cane.
“Young man, you have been reported to me for masturbating whilst looking at porn. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
Peter’s mouth opened but no sound came out, his cock stiffened.
“Well,young man?” Helen again demanded.
“M-m-m-miss, I-I am sorry.”
“You are going to be very sorry indeed. Take off your trousers and underpants”.
Peter did as he was told and Helen had to fight to suppress a smile when she saw his erection.
“You will bend over and touch your toes. I am going to give you twelve strokes of the cane.”
Peter obediently turned and bent over and Helen looked at his backside. She hoped that he did not cum during the caning because
she wanted his cock inside her.
She slashed the cane through the air a couple of times before tapping it against his bottom and then, THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Peter groaned slightly as red marks appeared across his buttocks, THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Husband and wife were both living out a fantasy that they had both had for years without the other one knowing about it.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Peter was thinking that he was going to cum.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Helen delivered the last three strokes.
In a slightly shaky voice, she said, “Stand up boy. Turn around.”
Peter stood and put his hands to his caned arse, Helen was delighted to see that he was still erect.
“For god’s sake. fuck me, Peter,” she said removing her gown and laying back on the bed legs spread wide. Peter did not need a second invitation and for the first time in more than three years, he slid his cock into his wife’s cunt. The fucking was fast and furious and Helen came first.
“Yesss, fuck, oh shitttt,” she moaned as she had the biggest orgasm that she had had in years. Peter’s spunk shot into her and they both lay sweating and panting.
When they had calmed down Peter said, “Helen, I had been wanting you to do that for years.”
“Well, why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”
A couple of hours later, having not had sex for three years they were again fucking like rabbits. Only one bedroom would be used for sleeping in the future although the other bedroom would sometimes be used as a headmistress’s study.
