I went to a tall cupboard on the wall, opened the doors and pointed to my three canes.
"Oh no...,"Melissa cried. "Are you serious?"
"Deadly serious," I answered, the only questions are 'Which one and how many strokes?"
I pondered, scratching my head for effect. Then I picked the longest and heaviest cane; the cane I knew would do most damage to the taut delicate skin of Melissa's bared bottom. I swished it twice, listening to its sound. Was it too severe? Perhaps. I picked up the middle one and flexed it between my hands. It felt good. Just 80 cms long, and 11 mm thick it offered the perfect balance for what I wanted. Used skilfully it would mark her and she'd feel it for a week, but it wouldn't actually cut her. I wanted to avoid that if I could. I wasn't going to spare her but six strokes of the longer cane was enough to strip her of her skin.
"Six... I announced. Before or after?"
"What do you mean Sir? Before or after?"
'Before or after I fuck you young lady. Do you want it with or without my spunk in your cunt? Shall I use my cock now, or when you've had your bottom thrashed? I'll leave you to decide."
Melissa hesitated, looking at the cane in my hand and then at my cock. I'd already taken it out of my trousers and was stroking it, wanting her to see what she was choosing between. 'Come come... penis or cane? Which is it to be? I haven't got all day.'
"If you do it after the cane it's going to hurt so much more. But if you do it first I'll be worrying about the cane all the time you're inside me."
She continued to debate the subject until I lost patience.
"That's long enough young lady. I'm going to cane you first. Cane then cock... in alphabetical order."
I use the cane on male and female shoplifters. I'm not gay or bisexual but I find it very arousing. Male shoplifters get at least 12 strokes. They have to be naked too. It's amazing how many times they stand up after being caned and they've got an erection. I love it when that happens; they're usually highly embarrassed and try and cover themselves. Sometimes I tell them to masturbate; I've even helped them on occasion.
What no one knows about - because it's very well hidden - is that there's a secret camera recording it all. My wife, Fi, loves to watch the tapes when I bring them home afterwards.
If it was a male shoplifter she masturbates me while we watch the footage in our bedroom. If it's a female she lets me fuck her while she watches me fucking the shoplifter; she likes me to commentate about how it felt, comparing her with the shoplifter. "Was she tighter than me? Was she wet? Did you come?"
I always do come by the way.
Fi was particularly excited by one young girl who it turned out had just been fucked by her boyfriend, and was leaking his semen from her vagina. She loved the idea of my cock inside an already cum-filled vagina
Back to Melissa. I made the preparations to begin her caning. Over the years I've had much experience of doing so. Most important of all is to position the subject correctly, with her bottom at the right height; with the flesh nice and taut.
On the other side of the equation, I must be comfortable, standing in the best position to strike the target, and with ample room for the backstroke. For last foot of travel the cane should be horizontal at the same height as where I want the stroke to land. The strokes themselves should be close and parallel, across the middle of the buttocks.
While I was learning my trade I inevitably got things wrong now and again. But mistakes often reveal toys things we had never imagined.
I was experimenting in trying to find the best positions. She was quite a tall girl, just a little over 18 and nearly six foot tall. When she was bent over I realised her bottom was a little higher than I wanted and made her spread her feet apart. But she was still a little higher than I wanted so I told her to end her knees. I was using a particularly whippy cane, a long thin one, which is harder to direct. Two misplaced strokes resulted in the tip striking only the nearest of her buttocks and the tip impacting her vulva. She had two livid red weals across her left and right labia majora. I've never heard anyone scream quite so loudly.
Accidents do happen... but sometimes the devil gets into me and I do it deliberately; especially if it's cane first and cock second.
I wasn't going to do that to Melissa but because she was on the tall side I did make her place her feet just wide enough for me to be able to see her cunt while I caned her bottom.
With Melissa in place I stood behind her, to her left, flexed the cane and swished it loudly through the air. She flinched and grunted, obviously believing it was meant for her.
"Six strokes," I announced "you can count."
I like to leave about thirty seconds between strikes; just enough to let the pain mount and the fearful anticipation of the next stroke grow. Melissa took it well; she sobbed throughout but didn't scream, shout or resist. By the time I was finished my penis was as big as it gets and I was more than ready to fuck her.
I confess that at this stage of the proceedings I can be a little naughty. I let Melissa stand up and took her to a mirror, so that if she twisted round she could see her bottom. The stripes were livid red and the flesh swollen.
"How am I to to explain that to my boyfriend?"
"That's not something I can help you with," I replied unsympathetically.
I gradually began unbuckling my belt, lowered my trousers and pointed my cock at her.
"Over to the table... bend over with your legs open, I instructed her. "
"Already? Do you have to?"
She knew the answer to that when she looked down and saw the swollen head of my penis, oozing the clear fluid that precedes the act of coitus.
"Kneel," I said "you can kiss your master."
After a brief pause, during which she must have processed the fact that she had no choice in the matter, she obeyed. As any man will tell you, having a naked young girl kneeling in front of him, her lips on his cock, is a moment to savour.
Before I proceed further I ask if they're taking contraception; most of them are. If they're not then I have to inject spermicide into their vaginas and wait a few moments for it to to be effective. Strangely enough a lot of them baulk at this; but it needs to be done if I am not to impregnate them.
I've lost count of how many young girls and women I've fucked over that table; there must be hundreds.
Melissa took her place and I made the adjustments that would assist penetration from behind; as is my preference. She was subdued and passive, knowing she must submit to me. Her legs were parted just wide enough to separate the labia and reveal her vaginal opening. I could see she was dry and told her she could touch herself if it helped. Whether she thought it unnecessary, or found it too demeaning, she refused my offer,
I angled my penis ready to plunger it inside her, placed my hands on her hips, felt her shudder as the tip of my cock touched against her open flesh. "Are you prepared?" I asked.
"Yyyes," she managed to say. "Please be gentle."
Gentleness is all very fine but the occasion demanded firmness. I eased inside her to find she was dry as a desert. Force was needed and I didn't hesitate to use it. Having breached her tiny opening I thrust inside and conquered all. How she screamed then. Fortunately, when my penis was fully engaged, there was enough moisture to make things more comfortable for her, and I set to work, driving my cock as deep as it would go before withdrawing and making ready for another thrust. I gave her a full 15 minutes before nature overwhelmed me and I ejaculated inside her.
One of the things Fi likes most is to see me withdraw my penis, wet from inside and smeared with semen. I turned to where the camera is hidden and showed it to her before telling Melissa she could stand again.
At that stage I'm a little more gentle and reach for the box of tissues I keep for 'cleaning up'. Handing them to Melissa I watched her lift a foot and place it on a chair ready to wipe herself. To my absolute delight my semen immediately began to run down the inside of her milky white thigh. It was the most exquisite sight; one that I knew Fi would find intensely erotic and would want to watch over and over; hopefully as I was fucking her in bed this evening.
I was finished with Melissa and let her leave. I watched her walk through the shop to the exit; her gait showed just how uncomfortable she felt, with my spunk inside her and her bottom still smarting. Other members of staff looked on. They knew.
The shop staff all know what happens behind the locked door to my office. The men are a little envious I think. The women are torn; from the way they look at me I think they welcome my surveillance but are uncomfortable with my methods. They work though; I've never had to apprehend anyone twice.
At home that night, in bed, I loaded the recording of Melissa into the computer and showed it to Fi. She loved it. She won't take the cane but she likes to be spanked.We re-enacted the whole scene, with Fi asking me questions all through. She's always wet, but that night she was dripping. Her cunt held my cock like a vice.
TO BE CONTINUED
Katie - innocent but too good to miss
John - 12 strokes and more semen than I'd ever seen
Harriet - an older woman
