It was Monday morning. The sun was beating down from a cloudless sky. I had just left the house and turned right down the road. It was only a short walk and I would be able to get to my destination in less than twenty minutes. I didn't have a lot of time. My heart was pounding in my chest as I recalled Diana's words. How could a woman be so cruel, yet........ so........ well........ loving, I thought to myself? She was the love of my life but she was testing me now to the limit. My cock, naked under my loose light-weight silky track suit trousers, was swinging freely. It stiffened at the thought of what was to follow; I hoped that it would not be obvious to passers by in the street. I carried the cane as nonchalantly as possible; hoping that no one would realise what it was for. It was too thin to be a walking cane, but what hope was there that a fellow pedestrian would not realise its purpose? I was heading to the most fearful experience of my life. I thought back to yesterday morning.
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Diana and I had been married for three years. Not a long time; but long enough for the initial ardour to subside. We had an active sex life but recently there was a slight cooling of the original enthusiasm and I sensed that Diana wanted more sexual adventure. She seemed restless and, although I wanted to give her all that she desired, it seemed that somehow I was falling short. We still made love regularly; well, twice a week or so, but did she want more out of our relationship?
It was nothing that she had said and nothing that either of us did. It was just that on occasions, when she was "in the mood" I was too tired. It happens, I am told, to lots of couples.
I awoke and looked at Diana sleeping beside me. It was Sunday. She was beautiful lying entwined in my arms and legs. I gently shifted so that one of my hands was on her breast, hoping not to wake her. I loved her breasts. They were firm and proud and the prominent nipples sat comfortably within the large dark areolas. Although heavy, they did not sag; they were self supporting and, when she was without a bra, they stayed proud. My fingers could not resist playing with the nipple, which hardened to my touch. Here breasts were always so sensitive to my touch.
As I remembered our conversation of the previous evening, I immediately became rock hard. The sheer fear of a pending beating always did that to me. The anticipation of the cane excited me enormously and the threat of a severe caning made the fear and anticipation even more intense. My heart beat strengthened. Wow, I knew that today would not lack sex. Today we would be alright. I knew that caning me excited Diana about as much as the anticipation did me. But before the sex I would be facing a severe punishment and the butterflies in my stomach wrecked havoc.
She turned towards me, snuggled close to me and purred as she took my extended solid cock out of my pants. "Oh, you are hard," she exclaimed. She moved her hand up and down the shaft. "Have you been thinking about it?" She asked.
I caressed her breasts more firmly. The nipples extended proudly. "Yes," I whispered.
She breathed deeply and kissed me gently. "Well darling, it is Sunday." She smiled. Sunday morning was normally punishment time and I had grown to accept this; but on this particular Sunday she had planned something special. She gripped my cock hard. "We have some serious matters to deal with don't we?"
"Oh, God......Yes," I replied.
"What's the time?"
I looked at the clock. "It is twenty past nine," I told her slightly breathlessly.
"Go and get ready darling."
In my aroused state I was loath to leave her. I was frightened to go and start the process that would cause me to be punished. She knew this, giving my cock another hard squeeze. I felt her vagina. She was wet. She was ready. My cock was ready to push into her. I moved to mount her.
"No, we do not have time," she told me as she pushed me off her. "As much as I would love to, darling. Get the tawse and canes and get ready."
Reluctantly I got out of bed with my hard cock sticking out in front of me. She watched as I went to the tall hanging cupboard where she kept her clothes. I reached inside to retrieve a cane. Her favourite cane had cost me £70 from an online supplier. She also had a dragon bamboo cane with a 6 inch handle covered in black polished leather. This was her "fun" cane. Both were about three foot long. Both hurt. But her favourite was thinner and was vicious. Its flexibility meant that it cut hard into the skin leaving very prominent welts. After six strokes with this there would be six very distinctive lines on my bottom for at least two weeks. I knew that it would be used on me later that morning, but for now, for the preliminary punishment, I selected the dragon bamboo cane. She saw it in my hands. She sat up and smiled at me, "I think that you had better take both, darling. And take the tawse as well." With that she turned away and looked to be going back to sleep. My hands were shaking as I reached up and retrieved the other cane. I took the tawse out of the draw. I went into the sitting room with both canes and the tawse.
A couple of years previously, in our first year of marriage, my mother had suggested to Diana that she should beat me. She told Diana how I had been brought up in fear of the cane. Diana had initially thought this to be somewhat bizarre. However, after talking to my mother, she told me one evening that she thought that it would be exciting to beat me. It would demonstrate that she was in control of me now and she liked the idea of that. My mother had given her the tawse and the bamboo cane as a gift, explaining to her that she should use them well, and that now the task of punishing me had passed to her. Diana took her responsibilities seriously and from that evening she would punish me with either the tawse or the cane for any misdemeanour. A punishment session always got us both sexually excited and always led to a prolonged lovemaking.
A few months later Diana and I were perusing the internet when we came across a site selling sex aids. There were many party implements, including some for fun punishment. There were floggers, imitation whips, paddles, leather strops and canes. Diana made me go to the page on canes and at the top of the page was advertised the Teflon Cane. "Oh that looks interesting," she told me. We read the description together. It had a steel handle with a leather loop, and, with a shaft made of Teflon with black leather wrapping, it was claimed to be incredible flexible but unbreakable. "Not for the novice; use with caution," the advertisement advised.
"That is lovely. Buy it for me, darling," she told me. Two days later she was the proud owner of the £70 Teflon Cane.
But that was in the past. This Sunday morning I carried the canes and tawse into the sitting room. I put them on the coffee table, took off my pyjama top and bottoms and stood in the centre of the room completely naked facing away from the door with my hands on my head, as she liked me to be. I reflected on the reason why she was about to punish me.......
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It really started about two months previously. She had got back to the flat from work and looked flustered and highly charged.
"Oh God," she said. "I need a drink."
"Why what happened?" I asked.
"I was groped on the train."
"What?"
"I was groped in a crowded underground train on my way home."
"Did you see who it was?"
"No. It was too crowded; and anyway he was behind me so I couldn't see him."
"Did you report it?"
