Corrective Measures

by Sarah Veitch

  This time I put her over the kitchen stool. She wasn't half wriggling! Even as I pushed up her skirt she was telling me how sorry she was. I think she may have tasted the cane with a former lover, as she seemed to know in advance just how much it would hurt.

  Once her underskirt was similarly out of the way I yanked down her pants. Her buttocks quivered as the cool air hit them. They knew that the cane was also about to hit them as I picked it up from the floor.

  'You must keep a clean house. It's all I ask,' I said clearly. 'Otherwise you'll be getting regularly acquainted with the rod.' I striped her bare bum for the first time and she made a little noise like a kitten. 'Save the sound show,' I murmured. 'Your arse has been long in need of this.'

  I think she recognised that I spoke the truth - either that of she was hanging on for the pleasure after the punishment. Whatever, she stayed obediently bent over the stool, though her hemispheres jumped and jerked about a bit.

  I then moved slightly further back and laid on the cane again. It produced a fuzzy pink mark, that was darker at one end than at the other. Anxious to achieve a more uniform shading, I changed my stance and again applied the rod. Mrs Banks yelped and her bare bum twitched for many seconds. It was a wonderful sight.

  'You know that it hurts me to do this dear, don't you?' I murmured sweetly.

  'Just get it over with, you bastard!' she said.

  Well obviously I had to tan her arse for such foul language and for not showing proper wifely respect.

  'Next time you're naughty I'm going to bend you over the garden fence and cane you in front of the neighbours,' I warned her sagely.

  'You've changed so much in the past month, I wouldn't put anything past you,' she said.

  After that she mainly said 'ah' and 'ow!' as I experimented with the rod on her naked haunches. I was business-like without being brutal in giving her a hot, sore, quiveringly reddened bum. Afterwards I held on to her twin rotundities as I gave and received pleasure in the usual marital way.

  Talking of pleasure, Steph, would you like to swap my copy of Rhona Tastes The Rod for another CP novel? The cover picture's gone a bit sticky, but you can still read the text.

  Here's to submissive bums quivering under the dominant cane!

  Rob

  23rd February, 2001

  Dear Sir

  I withdraw my original dissertation idea and request no further correspondence into this matter. I will now study the theme of 'Poverty In Dickens Texts'.

  Sincerely,

  Ms S Weeks

  Saddle Sore

  'I'd like to hire a bicycle for the day, please.' So saying, Suzie looked round the shop at the scooters and trikes. Millport's sunlit sea front was just made for cycling, and almost everyone on the island travelled by bike. She'd cycle to a sandy picnic spot then freewheel on to the Museum and the Aquarium. She'd...

  'Sorry - no adult bicycles left,' the man behind the counter admitted with a grimace. Suzie felt the pull of disappointment drag through her 38DD chest. Having such a chest sometimes got her what she wanted. Hopefully she squared back her shoulders to accentuate each exuberant inch.

  'Not even a teenager's mountain bike?' she murmured, putting one foot behind the other and leaning backwards to draw attention to her small-waisted five foot body.

  'Fraid we've just a few models left for the little kids,' the shop owner said.

  He picked up his Hire Records Book and Suzie noticed his strong sure hands and long sensitive fingers. 'We've a few available tomorrow if you want to book early,' he offered with a smile. He looked, Suzie thought, like a thirty-something version of Bryan Ferry. He looked too poised to be running a bicycle shop. Regretfully she shook her feathery short fair hair. 'I live in Glasgow - got the bus to Largs then came over here on the ferry. I'm just in Millport for the day.'

  For her find-the-good-side-of-being-single day. She'd been manless for three mood-changing months and had taken this trip to cheer herself up - a solo adventure. She'd planned to cycle and read in the sun then cycle some more. Without a bike she was just another young woman wandering along unfamiliar roads - not an unfettered spirit. With a bike she was free-wheeling, more intensely alive!

  'What about that one?' she exclaimed, suddenly noticing a large wheel poking through the door leading to the staff room.

  'That's my tandem,' said the man. 'I've spent the last six weeks doing it up for my next door neighbours. Tomorrow I make the sale.'

  Suzie felt her spirits and her breasts lifting. 'You could hire it out to me today, instead. They'd never know.'

  'But it's meant for two,' said the man.

  'I've seen one person riding them before,' Suzie countered. She unfastened the first three buttons of her top and flapped at the collar. 'It's so hot standing here. I need a good long ride.'

  Taking a deep breath, she stared challengingly up at him. He had silky-looking dark brown hair, a pristine white polo shirt and a subtle tan. He was around thirty-five, thirteen years older than herself and sexy with it. 'I'd take ever such good care of things,' she added, walking up to the handlebars and running one small finger along their hard length. 'You'd see.' For now she suspected he was just seeing her sun-kissed thighs below her frayed denim shorts, her cute red-and-white sneakers. She took her purse from her back pocket and murmured 'Please?'

  The man hesitated, then looked fully into her eyes. 'My assistant should be here shortly,' he said, and his gaze was curiously enigmatic. 'After that I can vacate the shop and take you out on the tandem for the day.'

  Five minutes later they were speeding along the coastal road, the cycle shop owner on the front seat of the tandem. He said he was called Bryce Neeson. He said he owned three cycle shops and a bistro-style restaurant.

  'Millport cuisine?' Suzie teased, as she sat on the backseat of the bicycle-built-for-two and gazed at Bryce's muscular shoulders.

  'No, Italian. And it's in Glasgow,' Bryce said. He was full of surprises. He was full of... authority. Suzie didn't realise quite how much authority until she damaged his beloved bike.

  It happened just after their picnic lunch. 'Let me ride the tandem on my own for a bit,' Suzie said, not expecting him to refuse.

  'No, you could steal it,' grinned Bryce, lying back on a moss-softened rock and folding his arms behind his head and stretching each sinew.

  'We're on an island,' Suzie countered, 'I wouldn't get very far.' She gazed at his relaxed sensuous face and had a sudden urge to kiss him. Instead she challenged 'Try and stop me!' and leapt onto the front seat of the bike.

  She pushed down hard on the pedals, shot forward - and hit one of those dips or bumps in the road that seem made to unseat the unwary cyclist. Seconds later the tandem toppled sideways into the yellow-flowering bushes, and Suzie fell into a patch of long coarse grass. Adrenalin surged through her system and was replaced by hot shame as she emerged from the flora unhurt but undignified. 'Are you alright?' Bryce asked, taking hold of her right hand and pulling her back to the road and then nudging her back gently to the picnic site.

  Suzie sat down. 'Yes, I'm fine.'

  But the tandem wasn't. Bryce wheeled it over to her and gestured at its buckled front wheel. 'Look what you've done,' he said, sounding like a dog trainer talking to an unruly pup. 'You'll have to be punished.'

  'Punished?' Suzie stared up at him for a startled moment, then blushed and looked away. 'But it was an accident!' she muttered. 'I didn't mean...'

  'Didn't mean to ruin the work I put in on the machine?' Bryce raised a heavy dark eyebrow. 'Didn't mean to leave us stranded miles from the shops without transport? Didn't mean to disobey?'

  Suzie bit her lip. She had to salvage the situation, and fast. Taking a deep breath, she pulled back her shoulders and stuck out her breasts and smiled up at him tremulously. 'Perhaps I can make it up to you some way, Mr Neeson?' she said. He was an attractive man whom she'd already fantasized about kissing. If a kiss led to a fuck, then what the hell?

  'You can make it up to me by a
ccepting the spanking of your life,' Bryce said, marching her behind a bush then taking hold of her nerveless wrists in one large hand.

  'You wouldn't dare,' Suzie gasped. But by the time she formed the word 'dare' he was already pulling her over his knee with effortless agility. 'Not too hard, then,' she muttered, legs stiffening with tension. She was surprised by the sudden rush of heat to her defenceless groin.

  'I'll decide the severity of your thrashing and how long it lasts,' Bryce said. He stroked her small round bottom through the frayed denim shorts, and Suzie shivered with shame and excitement.

  'Isn't it a cute bum? Wouldn't you just like to kiss it?' she whispered, refusing to be lost for words.

  'Oh, it's very cute and I may kiss it better after I've made it hotter than a roasted chestnut,' Bryce said.

  'We could just pretend that you've spanked me,' Suzie continued, thrilled yet terrified that someone might cycle past and hear her being chastened.

  'Oh, I've no time for games, you silly girl,' the business man replied.

  Suzie pursed her lips together and held her breath as she felt him pull back his hand. Then she felt it ricochet down on her denim-clad backside. There, that wasn't so bad, she told herself as Bryce repeated the spank on her other cheek. Her bum felt quite pleasantly warm, then warmer. Eight spanks later it started to tingle. After twelve spanks it started to smart.

  The twenty-two year old wriggled and flinched as Bryce laid an especially stingy slap over the crease of her arse.

  'Ouch,' she muttered.

  Bryce repeated the spank in the exact same place. 'Save your entreaties for your bare bottomed spanking,' he said in a matter-of-fact voice.

  'You mean you're going to strip me?' Suzie queried, desperately trying to remember if she was wearing her satin push up lingerie or her staid white sports bra.

  'I'm going to take off your shorts and pull down your pants, yes. I've no intention of baring these breasts that you've been pushing towards me all day.'

  So he knew she'd been teasing him. The fair haired girl stared mutely at the grass as his words permeated her brain. She'd broken his beloved bike and he was immune to her bosom-based charms - there was no way she'd escape severe punishment.

  'But what if someone peers through the bushes and sees us, sir?' she whispered plaintively.

  She sensed that Bryce had shrugged. 'They'll see a spoilt girl getting the hot bum she deserves.' He sat straighter and raised his knees so that her bottom was more on display than ever. 'That reminds me. They'll see you taking a thrashing on the bare.' He stroked Suzie's backside through the covering of the shorts. 'Unbutton them yourself and take them down now,' he ordered.

  'And if I don't?' Suzie demurred, realising that she'd never before felt quite this vulnerable.

  'Then you'll get double the thrashing I'm already planning to mete out.'

  The girl grimaced at the grass under her nose, then decided to do as she was bid. After all, her bottom was already uncomfortably warm. If she enraged him, who knew how much hotter it was going to get?

  'I'm doing what I'm told, sir,' she muttered, undoing the metal button and wriggling her hips from side to side as she shrugged her bum free of the protective shorts. She felt Bryce edge them down past her knees, her calves, her ankles, then completely discard them. Now she lay over his lap clad in her top and her white bikini pants.

  'Now pull down your panties,' Bryce ordered.

  Suzie tensed at the shameful prospect. 'Couldn't you just spank me over them instead? They're really thin and...'

  'No, I want to watch your arse redden and wriggle,' the inflexible business man said.

  'The redness would show through the white. You'd feel the heat...' Suzie searched for further persuasive words. She couldn't bear to think of him coolly appraising her naked buttocks. Moreover, she could feel the swollen need between her thighs, suspected that her labia was glistening wet.

  'Oh dear, such insubordination from a bicycle vandal and a sexual tease,' her tormentor said. 'Now your punishment will last twice as long and will probably be three times as painful.' He squeezed her worried hemispheres through the taut bikini pants. 'Next time you visit me you'll be much more obedient.'

  The man took conceitedness to new heights. Suzie let out her breath. 'Trust me - there won't be a next time,' she said.

  She heard his amused knowing snort, then felt his sure fingers on the waistband of her pants, was aware of the warm sun caressing her flesh as he pulled the garment down to expose her derriere. 'Dear me, this bum's hardly even pink. What a fuss you've been making,' he exclaimed, running a palm over the twitching flesh.

  Suzie levered herself up with both hands and twisted her head back to see her bottom. 'It looks red enough to me.' She contemplated the smudged florid palm prints that adorned both previously creamy cheeks.

  'It's not a real spanking until you've taken it on the bare,' Bryce continued, as if speaking to himself. His palm rose and fell. The smack echoed through the air. Suzie yelped and hid her face in her hands and prayed that they wouldn't be discovered. The second spank overlapped to sting the back of her right thigh and she automatically put her hands over her punished leg.

  'Oh dear, that's bad. That's very bad,' the tandem owner murmured, taking hold of her wrists and edging them away.

  'But it hurts,' Suzie muttered.

  'Like it'll hurt my reputation and my wallet to fix that bike,' Bryce answered firmly.

  Suzie sighed and told herself that she'd better accept the rest of his bum-based retribution - maybe then he'd give her pulsing crotch some much-needed relief. Somehow the close proximity to this man was enlarging her clitoris. Despite the hated spanking she longed for orgasmic release.

  'Alright, I won't touch my bottom again,' she muttered, trying to manoeuvre her wet sex so that it rubbed against his leg.

  'You're right, you won't touch your naughty bare cheeks because I'm going to tie your hands in front of you,' Bryce answered.

  'Got to find them first!' Suzie gasped out, quickly tucking both arms under her body. She was damned if she'd make things easy for the man. Still she trembled as Bryce stroked her exposed nether globes with cool detachment; she knew that a really hard spanking was due.

  Then she quivered with a different feeling all together as he turned his ministrations to her soaking crotch. 'Such a drenched little pussy,' he murmured. 'So horny.'

  'You could slide right up me,' Suzie offered, longing to taste his penis rather than his palm.

  'Mm? I'll think about it for dessert,' Bryce said amusedly. 'Remember that the main course on this picnic is your heated arse.'

  He circled her clit and she groaned and pushed down hard.

  'Easy,' he muttered. 'Put your wrists in front of you now if you want more clitoral stroking later.'

  Suzie numbly shook her head, then he stopped pleasuring her bud and she knew she'd do anything to gain the ultimate ecstasy. 'Alright, you bastard, tie my hands,' she muttered, pulling them out from under her body and putting her wrists together. She watched heavy-lidded as he used the belt from his waist to bind her extremities so that she could no longer protect her bum.

  Bryce began to stroke that self-same bum, obviously revelling in its every twitch and wriggle. Aroused yet afraid, Suzie writhed helplessly over his trousered lap. 'How many slaps do you think each bare buttock deserves for being so wicked?' he asked conversationally.

  Suzie stared at the ground then screwed up her face in humiliation. 'Surprise me!' she said.

  The suddenness of the next spank did indeed take her by surprise. Bryce seemed to dole it out at an angle so that it stung the centre of her left cheek, with the stinging aftermath reaching the deeply sensuous furrow. She gasped at the impact. Gasped again as five more spanks slapped down. 'Ah, oh, uuuh,' she muttered, tensing her poor bum cheeks then just as quickly relaxing them. As Bryce continued to berate her bum it seemed to take on a life of its own.

  'Please, stop - I can't bear it!' she muttered.

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p; 'Someone who really couldn't bear it would say please sir at the very least,' Bryce replied, stopping to palm her heated hemispheres.

  'Please sir, then,' Suzie added reluctantly - crawling had never been her style.

  'Oh I think this bum can get hotter than it has so far,' her tormentor continued, hoisting her lower half higher into the air. Suzie twisted her head back and gazed wildly at her stinging buttocks. They looked scarlet enough to her.

  But Bryce seemed to know what he was doing, the perceptive pig. He lifted his right hand and toasted the sensitive line where arse meets thigh. The slap seemed to beat a path to her craving clitoris. Suzie whimpered and writhed.

  'Please let me come, sir - I'll do anything,' she muttered, spreading her legs invitingly.

  'I may want you to stop talking or to cease wriggling,' Bryce warned.

  'I will, sir,' Suzie shouted as he doled out four more spanks on the bare. The irony of her words hit her belatedly, but she was too aroused and ashamed and confused to laugh at them.

  'Oh dear, you're not obeying me very well. It's lucky I'm in a good mood,' the businessman answered, moving his fingers to her juice-slicked space. He slid one finger then a second inside and kept them there.

  'Oh thank you! Oh yes!' the twenty-two year old sighed feverishly. She sucked in her breath. 'Sir, I love your fingers up me. But if you'd like to thrust your cock inside...'

  She waited, each sinew tensed. He was an unknown quantity. He might not want to enter her pleading body. He might not think that she deserved his manhood yet.

  'Ask a little more beseechingly, my sweet,' her new partner murmured. 'Beg real pretty.' He returned his dexterous attention to her clit.

  'Want... need...' His ministrations reduced Suzie's vocabulary to a monosyllabic mumble. 'Please,' she added gutturally. 'Oh sir, please!' She heard his zip go down, felt him roll her off of his lap and on to the grass, still on her tummy. He turned her head gently to one side presumably so that his weight didn't press her face into the ground.