Caught Ch 02 20

Part 3

When I woke on Saturday morning, I inspected the damage done to my poor bottom. The stripes from yesterday's caning were still clearly visible. Although the intense pain had gone, I still felt some discomfort when I sat down. Despite this, I was strangely proud of the marks, and I could not deny that yesterday had been exhilarating. Although it was also an extremely painful and humiliating experience.

I was deciding what to do during the day when I received a message on my phone. I was surprised to see that it was from Vivienne inviting me for drinks at her house the following day. I was intrigued and quickly responded that I would be delighted to attend.

The rest of the day was spent doing the weekly chores of washing, ironing, cleaning the flat, and food shopping.

Sunday morning, I rechecked my bottom and could still just about trace the patterns of the cane. I dressed smartly, not knowing what to expect, and I drove over to Vivienne's in time for lunch. She, as usual, looked lovely, although I thought she looked a little nervous, which was unlike her. Before I could ponder this further, I heard a car pull into the drive and was surprised to see Fiona arrive. She was the last person I had expected to see today.

Vivienne invited us both into the lounge and bustled about getting drinks for everyone. When we were all seated, an awkward silence fell on the room.

Vivienne looked directly at me. "I let slip that you had visited here on Friday. Fiona wanted to understand why. I told her that you could explain that better than I could."

This was a bombshell I was not expecting and was at a loss for how to explain the situation.

Fiona was staring at me and did not look pleased.

"I think honesty is called for," added Vivienne. I was sure that was not helpful.

"Your mother caught me in an embarrassing situation when I was working at your house whilst my home Wi-Fi was broken."

The silence was heavy in the room.

Fiona looked daggers at me and asked. "What exactly happened?"

With Vivienne watching me, I could only fall back on the truth. "I was spanking myself with your hairbrush."

The silence deepened.

"I think you need to explain what else was happening," said Vivienne. At that point, I could have cheerfully strangled her.

"What else do you mean it gets worse?" Fiona was already angry.

"I was sniffing a pair of your used panties at the same time."

Fiona's face registered the shock she was feeling.

"Tell me why?"

I could now only tell the truth. "I have always loved the scent of you. We were not really getting on, and I was missing you." I ran out of words at this point. I was bright red with embarrassment.

"How did that lead to you seeing my mother?"

"She caught me, red-handed, so to speak. She gave me a choice, either she would punish me or tell you what she had seen."

Silence returned.

"How were you punished?"

"I was caned, amongst other things."

"Let me get this straight. You were spanking yourself whilst sniffing my used panties, and my mother then caught and caned you. Is that right?"

"Yes," I mumbled.

She looked furious.

I waited for a tirade of abuse. I watched Fiona fight for control of her emotions, and eventually, she stood up. "I am going to take Bella for a ride. To clear my head. We will talk further when I get back."

She left the room and went upstairs. Some ten minutes later I heard the front door close and saw her walk across the driveway to the stables. She was wearing a tight pair of jodhpurs, which made her bottom look incredibly sexy. Even in my current state of anxiety, I could admire her beauty.

"I am sorry, but I could not lie to her," Vivienne said. "She will calm down whilst riding."

I could only nod my head in response. I thought about taking my fear and anger out on Vivienne but decided there would be no benefit. We both sat in silence, lost in our thoughts until Fiona returned some thirty minutes later.

Still dressed in her riding gear, she came back into the lounge. She looked at her mother. "Could you show me the cane you used?" This was not a question as much as a command.

We all stood and followed Vivienne into the study. She reached up to the bookcase and offered the cane to Fiona.

Holding the cane in both hands, Fiona flexed the rod. I could not help but revel in the sight. She looked very stern and unforgiving.

"How many strokes did he receive?"

"Twelve over two sessions."

She looked at me. "You said you were caned and other things; what other things?"

Again, I was lost for words. How could I tell her about the stool of shame and the queening stool? There was an uncomfortable silence, which was broken by Vivienne. "You had better show Fiona the two stools, we will wait here whilst you get them."

I could not believe this was happening. I went to the cupboard under the stairs. The stool of shame still had the red phallus attached. My buttocks clenched at the memory of it. I carried both items of furniture into the study. I placed them in front of Fiona and stood back.

Rather than the tirade I was expecting, Fiona looked curious. She delicately ran her fingers over the phallus. "You sat on this stool?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"What is the purpose of this?" She asked, looking at the queening stool.

"I had to lie with my face in the hole and your mother sat on my face."

"Was she naked?"

"Yes," again a whisper. "I then pleasured her with my tongue."

Silence again returned.

"Is there anything else I should know?"

"During the caning, I was gagged with your mother's panties. To stop me from making too much noise."

"You seem to like panties, which pair of mine did you abuse?"

I did not think I could be any more ashamed. "The black thongs you sometimes wore."

"Why those?"

I considered lying but decided on the truth. "I imagined where the string at the back had been. It smelt strongly of you."

Rather than the tirade I expected, she looked curiously at me.

"Is that it, or is there anything else?"

I was just about to speak when Vivienne said, "Only this." She walked to the desk, opened a drawer, and held up the strap-on she had worn. "I wore this and made him suck the phallus. He then lay on the desk, and I entered him."

I wanted to die of embarrassment. However, when I looked at Fiona rather than the fury, I was expecting to see I sensed excitement. I was surprised. At the beginning of our relationship, we had enjoyed a very healthy and exciting sex life, but this quickly turned to the mundane. The look I saw reminded me of the better times we had.

"You had better leave now; I need to discuss this situation with my mother."

With this, I was dismissed.

I was not sure if I would ever see either of them again. Part of me wished to put this whole embarrassing episode behind me, but deep down I knew I would miss the exciting new world Vivienne had shown me. So, with mixed feelings, I returned home.

Whilst at work the following day, I received a message from Fiona saying that she would see me on Friday at Vivienne's house. There was no other detail, but I knew discipline would be on the agenda.

Although naturally fearful, Friday evening could not come quickly enough. I rushed home after work, showered, and shaved. I quickly looked at my bottom. It was unblemished; I was not expecting it to stay this way for long. I arrived precisely on time at Vivienne's front door.

It was opened by Vivienne, she smiled her greeting. "You are expected in the study."

She followed me into the room and seated behind the desk was Fiona. She was dressed very smartly in a one-piece dress.

"I am glad you are on time, you are in enough trouble. Mummy was due to punish you this evening, in the event, I have taken on that responsibility. I assume you agree to this?"

Although it was put as a question, I knew it was rhetorical, and acceptance was the only answer. I confirmed my agreement.

"No time like the present. I require you naked before punishment. You can place your clothes on the windowsill. Then stand before the desk."

There was no compromise in the voice. I slowly stripped in front of both Fiona and her mother, despite my acute embarrassment, I could not help but get an erection. I stood before the desk, and I tried to cover my penis with my hands.

"Arms to the side," Fiona commanded. As I revealed myself, Fiona stared at my erection and smiled. "Men are such strange creatures." With this, she picked up her handbag and rummaged inside. "I have brought this along tonight, I believe you are familiar with it." She placed the wooden-backed hairbrush I had originally spanked myself with on the desk. "Tonight, your first punishment will be with this. I thought it would be a good place to start." She smiled like the cat that had got the cream.

I could only dread the next few minutes.

"Mummy, could you please bring one of the dining room chairs in here."

Vivienne rushed to comply with her request. Even in my embarrassed and nervous state, this surprised me. All too soon she returned carrying the chair as requested.

Fiona stood. "Mummy says men are more compliant if you dress like this." With these words, she unbuttoned her dress and slowly revealed the lingerie she was wearing underneath. Black stockings were attached to a black suspender belt. There was a matching black bra and knicker set. She looked stunning. I had not seen her in any such lingerie since the beginning of our relationship.

"You will do exactly as I ask during your punishment, is that fully understood?"

"Yes, Fiona."

She picked up the hairbrush and sat on the chair. She smacked her palm a couple of times. My cock jerked with each impact. "He is looking forward to this, I think." She said this, looking straight at my penis. "Let's begin over my lap." She patted her lap, and I positioned myself as requested. All too soon, I felt the brush circling my right buttock. "I understand from Mummy you are expected to remain still and not to make too much noise, is that correct?"

"Yes, Fiona."

"Good, I expect the same."

With this, the first stroke landed. It took my breath away, it hurt far more than when I had to punish myself under Vivienne's direction. Before I had come to terms with the pain, the next stroke landed on my other buttock. This set the pattern for the next few minutes. Fiona smacked the brush onto alternate buttocks, seemingly working from the centre of my bottom to my thighs. Tears were cascading down my face, and I was calling out in pain when the strokes finally stopped.

"Well, Mummy, what do you think?"

"Very good, you are a natural. Possibly a few more on the top of the thighs. That drives the message home." Once again, I could have strangled Vivenne at this point. My bottom was already a sea of pain. But straight away Fiona resumed her punishment with six extra strokes three on each thigh.

"That looks nice and ready for the cane."

I could not believe Fiona meant to cane me as well. I could not imagine what that was going to feel like. Although I did not think I would have to imagine for long.

"Stand before the desk again."

I stood, and Fiona moved the chair back to the side of the room and sat down facing me.

She looked at my groin my erection was long gone. "He did not like that I take it?"

"No, it was very painful."

"Good it was meant to be."

She picked up the cane from the side of the desk and started to flex it. "I understand you find it difficult to keep quiet under the cane, am I right?"

"Yes," I replied. I felt ashamed by this admission.

"Then I have a present for you."

She put down the cane and rummaged in her handbag again. She held up the black thong I had been caught sniffing. "I am sure you recognise these, I wore them when I went for a run earlier, so they became very damp with my perspiration. But they should be perfect as a gag for you."

Despite myself, I could feel my penis stirring back into life. Fiona noticed this too. "I am glad at least part of you approves. Let's get this business over with, bend over the desk. Six of the best coming up. Mummy gave me a course on the best way to deliver a caning. I am very keen to put the theory into practice."

I bent over the desk as requested.

"Legs wider, please."

I obeyed.

"Feet turned inwards."

I obeyed.

"Hold your buttocks apart for me."

I hesitated.

"I mean now." I held myself open to inspection.

Fiona ran her finger down the crease of my buttocks. "Mummy tells me this is very sensitive to punishment."

"Yes, very." I agreed.

"This will be punished at a later date," she pushed her finger against my anus. "Mummy says I need latex gloves. I think I will acquire a pair of gloves that stretch to my elbows. Do you think you would like me in latex?"

Although I could not imagine myself in a more embarrassing position, I could only reply honestly. "You would look wonderful in latex."

"MMM, I will consider it. But now six strokes, I understand that they used to be called six of the best. Let us make them the very best. Push your bottom right out and relax your buttocks."

I tried to comply.

"Open your mouth," I obeyed. She placed her used thongs in my mouth, I could taste her on my tongue. Despite myself, this was still highly erotic.

"Please keep your bottom presented to the cane throughout, I expect a level of decorum to be maintained. Remember, you only have yourself to blame. Mummy told me you enjoy watching yourself during punishment. She also said you liked to see her topless. Is that right?" I nodded my head. "If you promise to behave, I will let you see me topless. Do you promise?" Again, I nodded.

She stood behind me, and in the mirror, I watched her unclip her bra. She stood with her breasts on display, they were smaller than Vivienne's and stood proudly. I noticed her nipples were erect, I thought she was finding this exciting.

She picked up the cane, and I heard the swish of the rod. I tensed my buttocks, but it was only a practice swing. "I said keep your bottom relaxed. You have failed me already. I can always increase the punishment."

She had a couple more practice strokes, and I managed not to tense, although it took all my self-control to do so.

"Right, first one coming up." She placed the cane in the centre of my bottom. The world stood still. There were a couple of light taps, and then there was a line of fire imprinted across my bottom. I shouted into my gag. Nothing could have prepared me for that stroke.

"Was that right, Mummy?" Fiona asked. I had almost forgotten Vivienne was still in the room.

"Perfect, darling, all that coaching and practice paid off."

Vivenee had tutored Fiona, and she had been a good student.

"Let's continue." She laid the cane just below the line of the first stroke, there was a short pause, and the second stroke was delivered. I coped slightly better. But tears were freely flowing down my face. The cane being applied to my already tender bottom was agony.

The remaining four strokes were delivered. I managed, by using all my self-control, to remain in position, but watching Fiona wield the cane helped me through the ordeal.

"Well done. That was most satisfying. Please remove your gag and stand over by the bookcase." She pointed to the bookcase at the back of the room.

I slowly stood, and my hands flew to my bottom to try to relieve some of the sting.

"No rubbing, over to the bookcase."

I stood as requested. Silence fell. I tried to cope with the sting and stop the flow of tears.

Fiona was in full control of the situation.

"Mother, you have played a major part in this sorry scenario."

We both looked at Vivienne, who looked embarrassed.

"I think it unfair that you should go unpunished."

I could not believe what I was hearing.

"I propose to give you six of the best also, you told me that the cane is an excellent way for correcting wrongs."

Silence fell, and Vivienne looked shocked at the turn of events. I was excited at the prospect of watching my tormentor being punished.

"Well, do you think you deserve it?" Fiona asked impatiently.

"Err, if you think so." I had never heard Vivienne being indecisive. I could tell she did agree but was reluctant to face the consequences.

"Good, I think so. Now skirt off and bend over the desk, you know the position."

Silence fell again. Vivienne looked at me and Fiona and then reached behind herself, and I could hear the zip on her skirt being lowered. She pushed her skirt down and stepped out of it. She was wearing tights and a pair of white panties.

The panties had been chosen for their comfort rather than their appearance. She slowly walked towards the desk and bent herself into position.

"Mother, I am surprised. Tights and not stockings. You always told me of the need to wear stockings. You will please remove them, if I find you wearing tights again, you will be punished. Believe me, I will be checking."

I could not believe this. Fiona was in her element; this was a role she was born for.

Vivienne stood and removed her tights.

"You may as well take your knickers off, everyone here has seen it all before, and bare bottoms benefit more from the cane. I remember you telling me."

Vivienne was soon naked from the waist down.

"Back over the desk." I was in the perfect position to see everything. Was that why Fiona had sent me to stand here. "Legs wide apart and feet turned inwards."

Vivienne did as she had been told, and she was openly displaying herself to me.

"Hold your buttocks apart for me." Slowly and reluctantly, she obeyed.

"Let's just inspect you." Fiona bent and looked closely at her mother's usually hidden charms. I was not sure what she was looking for, but I knew the humiliation of the situation was important to her. "You need to shave more often, this is a disgrace." Fiona gently tugged on some of her mother's pubic bush.

"Yes, I will," Vivienne whispered.

"Six strokes."

With this Fiona stood and addressed the cane to her mother's bottom.

The first stroke soon landed, and Vivienne shouted out and immediately stood up and danced around holding her bottom.

"That was a disgrace," Fiona said. "That does not count, back in position. I expected much better from you."

"Please not so hard, it has been a long time since I was last punished." I was intrigued, and I did wonder about her previous punishments.

"It is long overdue in my opinion. Back in position."

The second stroke was less dramatic, but she only just managed to stay in position.

"Martin, can you please stand in front of Mother and hold her in position? If she jumps up again, I will hold you responsible. She still has five strokes to go."

I stood in front of Vivienne and pushed down on her shoulders. My erection was returning, and I was sure that Vivienne would be able to see it. Although I think her mind was elsewhere. I was afforded a grandstand view of the remainder of Vivienne's punishment. I managed to hold her in position. At the end, her bottom was decorated with seven vivid stripes.

"Mother, that was a very disappointing display. Next time you will be better behaved under the rod. Please go to bed I will be up to see you soon."

Fiona was expecting to repeat the punishment, and I could not believe how compliant Vivienne was. She left her clothes behind, and I watched her sore bottom cross the room and close the door behind her.

Fiona and I faced each other across the desk. I did not know what to expect now.

"That was most educational," Fiona said. "I would like to try the queening stool, Mother tells me you are skilled in its use. Please fetch it, also, there is a riding crop hanging inside the cupboard door. Could you bring that also?

I liked the sound of the queening stool but was less happy about the riding crop. However, I quickly rushed to comply, Fiona was not in the mood to be disobeyed.