Graham and the Cane part 2.

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Graham watched as my face betrayed my thoughts, he nodded and stood up. I made to stand as well, but he said, ‘Stay where you are, I’ll be back in a few minutes.’

I sat back down and drank my tea. I assume he had called someone on the phone as I could hear him talking. Still mutinous, I was definitely portraying my ‘I don’t give a fuck’ resting bitch face when Graham appeared in the kitchen doorway. In one hand he held that lethal looking cane Stuart had gifted him and in the other a thin wooden paddle that was wide and long enough to cover both cheeks with one stroke. Oh fuck!

And… this is where my mouth needs a muzzle!

‘Ooh! Do I get to choose? Well let me see, how abouuuut…. oh I know… neither!’ My smart mouth, I despair of it!

Graham chuckled and walked across to the breakfast bar where I was seated. He placed the cane right in front of me on the bench and put the paddle on the seat next to me.

My pussy twitched! What? My pussy was twitching! FFS!! Why does this excite me so damn much!?! I wriggled a little on the stool and eyed the cane warily. It really is the most evil looking thing.

Graham stood to one side of me and was methodically rolling up his shirt sleeves. I gulped, this was happening. I wasn’t getting out of it and my brain did that thing to me where it just capitulated and accepted I was going to be spanked! Submission brain is a bastard people!

I sighed and slipped off the wooden stool. Standing in front of Graham, I lowered my eyes, ‘Where do you want to do this then?’

If he was surprised at my immediate submission he did a good job of not showing it.

He said, ‘I just talked with Stu and he suggests a ten minute warm up hand spanking with you over my knee followed by ten minutes over the knee with the paddle and then 6 strokes of the cane with you bent over this stool. I agree.’

Wait…WHAT? Stuart said? WTF does Stuart have to do with anything?

I couldn’t help myself, ‘Why did you ask Stuart? Can’t you decide for yourself Graham?’ Yeah, submissive brain has done a runner, adversarial brain is in residence again!

His eyes narrowed and his lips thinned in controlled temper. ‘On the contrary, but he and I agreed that he is your Disciplinarian. If I feel you require discipline in his absence I will always defer to him and carry out his orders. Besides, you wouldn’t want me to give you my brand of discipline Gemma. You bore the bruises for a good week the last time. Neither he nor I want that to happen again.’

Well what the hell am I supposed to say to that? Nothing! I was already in enough trouble. Instead I sighed, pulled up my skirt around my hips, pulled down my panties to my knees and I assumed the position over his knee.

Now, because he is tall and so are the stools in the kitchen, my feet were both on the floor and my legs were straighter than usual, just the top half of me was bent over his knee. Oh my goodness, when that first smack landed I yelped! This new position meant that there was no resistance in my bottom at all and it was completely soft and therefore vulnerable! Damn this was gonna hurt more than usual!

Graham quickly set up a steady hand spanking that warmed my bottom up swiftly and exactly ten minutes later he switched to the paddle. I could feel the heat coming off my cheeks now and the throbbing had begun to set in, my unfaithful pussy, however, had gone completely silent on me again. I give up!

The paddle landed for the first spank of a ten minute hard spanking! OMFG! Both cheeks errupted in pain! This was not fair! I squealed, I couldn’t even dance because of the position I was in, Graham had the tightest grip on my waist that I was never getting out of! The paddling was intense and fast and my bottom and thighs were singing with each stroke, then he changed his pace and slowed it down a touch, this was worse because now the previous spanks had time to bloom before the next one arrived and my whole bottom was throbbing painfully with each new stroke. My poor thighs were stinging and he made sure they got equal attention from the paddle. I could feel the tears welling, I was sobbing now, and yes I was beginning to plead and whine and say I was sorry, utterly humiliating! Graham was impervious to my grovelling, he just continued whacking that horrid paddle for the full ten minutes until the last second, only then did the paddling stop and I suddenly found myself upright.

‘Go and stand in the corner for 5 minutes Gemma, let that lot settle in. Do not touch your bottom. You know I will add strokes with the cane if you do.’ Graham pointed to the corner and I went, in a hurry!

I stood there for the full five minutes, I was hiccuping and sobbing, sniffling and I was desperate to rub my poor, poor hot bottom and thighs but I didn’t dare.

Graham came to stand behind me, I felt him rub cream into my hot burning bottom and thighs and I knew I was going to be in a world of pain in about 20 seconds!

‘Back over to the counter Gemma, assume the position over the stool.’

I bent to pick my panties up from around my ankles and he stopped me.

‘Leave them there, if they come off I will give you an extra 3 strokes of the cane, now get back over to the counter!’

I stumbled and shuffled but I kept those damned panties ON!! No way was I giving him any opportunity to wield that cane anymore than the six Stuart had ordered!

My face was red with embarrassment as I heard him chuckling behind me. I knew I was waddling like a duck, but you know what was worse, I was getting off on the humiliation. I could feel my brain kicking in and telling me, you shouldn’t have mouthed off at the Vicar, you shouldn’t have upset the Wilson’s, you shouldn’t have mouthed off to Graham, you only have yourself to blame for this. Own it.

So I did, and then the tears came, silent tears running down my cheeks as I assumed the position over the kitchen stool. I leaned right over and gripped half way down the legs and I held on for dear life, because to move when Stuart is spanking is foolish but it usually just gets you a warning, to move out of position with Graham? Man your arse is going to pay big time for it. I held on tight, gritted my teeth and waited for the first stroke to land. It felt like FOREVER!!

By now the evil chili rub had begun it’s deep heat torture of my bottom and thighs. Bloody hell that stuff is HOT! My skin was burning deeply, my bottom and thighs were throbbing so hard they actually ached deeply. I was in a world of pain and then the first stroke landed!

I threw my head back and HOWLED, that cane! Jesus that cane BITES like no other I have ever felt. The tears were falling freely now and I was crying in earnest. I didn’t plead, I didn’t beg, I didn’t apologise for my behaviour, I just took the six strokes as loudly as I could so he knew they were hitting home.

And then it was over. Graham walked around the other side of the counter and told me to stand up and get dressed. I did and then I grabbed the handful of tissues he was holding out to me and blew my nose, wiped my eyes and sorted myself out.

‘Sit down Gemma, I want to talk to you before you go home.’

SIT DOWN? WAS HE KIDDING ME?? He could fuck right off with the sit downs!

‘I’m going to stand thank you.’ I said quietly.

‘I told you to sit Gemma and you will sit. NOW.’ His tone brooked no argument.

So, I’m sitting… on a very unforgiving hard wooden stool and my bottom and thighs are screaming so loud I can barely concentrate on what Graham is saying. I hate that man sometimes!

Graham looked at me seriously, ‘I won’t be carrying out your discipline again Gemma, this is the last time. I really am scared of hurting you. I will forward information to Stuart when I think he needs to know what you’ve been up to, but I will no longer stand in for him.’

Honestly? I was fucking relieved!

He doesn’t like holding back and his holding back is like Stuart’s full on power spank!

‘And just so you know,’ he added, ‘I will be having a word with the Vicar after service on Sunday. I hear your argument and agree with you. He has abused his position and I will see to it he is punished suitably for it.’

I nodded mutely, I didn’t trust myself to speak other than to ask ‘Can I leave now please?’ He nodded and I slid off the stool and left his house without so much as a backward glance.

A thought struck me as I walked away, I wonder whether the Vicar would get the caning of a lifetime from Graham? Now that would be poetic justice!

By the time I let myself into my home I was grinning widely at the thought!

I am still glad Graham isn’t going to discipline me anymore!

All photos courtesy of the internet.