Acceptable Use

"Ok, so one step ahead of me again huh?" as he surveyed this vision before him, "Let's see what you make of my fore-hand." And with that he raised the thinner of the two canes high above his right shoulder and brought it down with such a crack that he thought he may have broken it.

"Owwwwwww," she hissed as the air was forced through her teeth

"Now we're getting somewhere." He thought she was about to make a quip so he cut her short with another, which actually landed on top of the first.

"Oh fuck!" she squealed, "I knew the badminton may be a problem"

He followed on with stroke-after stroke, and to her credit she remained in place, but her bottom had become a mass of red lines. Her breathing was shallow as he ran his fingers over the corrugated welts, and she jumped when he let one finger run up her sex. He'd counted 15 strokes out as he wanted it to represent her lateness, but he didn't tell her; not right then anyway.

"Stand up." She stood, a bit wobbly. He gathered her naked body in his arms and stroked her hair, noticing how the caning had changed her demeanour drastically. "How're you feeling?"

"Like I've just run a marathon." He kissed the top of her head and she looked up at him, eyes shining. "But it's a good ache...a euphoria that I've not reached before." And with that she raised her lips to his.

The embrace finally came to an end and he guided her up the stairs towards the bedroom, and as they ascended his face was parallel with her striped bottom. He could not think of a more satisfying feeling to know that she had willingly presented those gorgeous globes of hers to be decorated with his marks; marks he trusted would be with her for longer than the week it took her aunt's to fade.

She fell on to the bed and watched him undress, before welcoming him into her arms, then on top of her and then in-side her. They did not fuck, they made love, that was how she later distinguished it from other encounters. Bodies moving in unison and then against each other like waves crashing into each other and becoming a single harmonious force. It did not take long to hit the crest as she climaxed and in doing so caused him to release like an after-shock. They dozed and all fell quiet.

***

When they came to, the room was darker, dusk had fallen. He padded out and returned with two glasses of chilled Tokai, a demi-god of desert wines, and they drank silently and contentedly.

As the glasses neared the end of their immediate purpose, she propped herself up on her elbows and winked at him. "I think I owe you something." Sliding down the bed she took his cock in her hand and then her mouth, gently encouraging the steady growth that was occurring. She took a final mouthful of the cool wine and slipped her lips around him creating a heady liquor of juices as she pushed down on him. As she worked he began to arch his back, running the fingers of his left hand through her locks, guiding her ministrations. With his right though, he flicked open his bedside drawer and grabbed a small bottle before raising her head with his left to see what he was holding.

"I told you I like bums," he said, waving a small bottle of lube in front of her.

"I suppose you consider that Acceptable Use?" she grinned, taking her cue and raising herself up to present her arse to him, now a multitude of reds and deep purples.

He knew from her writing that she was no stranger to this, but he was determined to make this more pleasurable for them both than the rough exploits she'd previously described. Gently he eased in a little, rested, then out a little, repeating until he pushed past her tight ring, where he stopped for a few minutes to let her get used to it. He played in and out no more than a half inch for a while longer before she pushed towards him, signalling she was ready for more. He very gradually sank in up to the hilt, feeling her muscles welcome him into her, and followed with long slow strokes to acclimatise her to his girth, before pushing just that bit harder and faster.

Sensing her acceptance, he rolled her on her side, straddling her left leg and lifting her right so he could circle her clit with the juices from her cunt. Pushing and circling, he moved faster, tender with his fingers in contrast to the now powerful strokes with his cock. She started to buck and writhe, pushing against him as the tempo increased, riding out the sensations enveloping her pelvic region. And then she came, her muscles squeezing him inside her anus, coaxing an almighty orgasm from him that joined her own that seemed to keep going on and on, until eventually they collapsed together in a sweaty hotchpotch of limbs.

***

"So how much of this was planned then?" he asked, realising that he had been playing catch-up for the last eight days.

"All of it! I am a project manager you know."

"What every bit of it?"

"Well, not that last bit, I've not let anyone fuck me in the butt before."

"But, in your writing...?"

"Artistic license; and I wanted to try it anyway."

"But surely there were some surprises? The canes for example, how did you know I would buy those?"

"I didn't, but I had a contingency plan if you failed," he looked confused, "I could've stowed a couple in amongst my racquets. But I had faith in you, and you came through."

"So your aunt was in on this as well?"

"Sure, we checked you out on the shop CCTV, she approves by the way. Feels her job is done"

"Done? So I am now the sole chastiser of your bum?"

"Yep, unless you don't do a good-enough job and cause me to give Aunty Gwen a call."

"Gwen...Gwendolyn Potts, is that her real name?"

"Naaa, people just call her Ms Potts after the name of the shop. That belonged to the previous owner."

"So what is her last name?"

"Ha ha, you laugh. It's Cain!"