Cane Caning Stories

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Ella's House of The Way Forward Ch. 08

by Sputnik57 on Sep 18, 2017
BDSM

There was another tumultuous uproar as Agnes Fairchild made her entrance, the women guests knew this could only mean one thing; they would be treated to the erotic delight of seeing a male undergo the psychological and physical torture of being taken close to death as he was hanged for their pleasure. The cocks rose on one and all of the males present who re...

Restrained for a Caning Again

by maidofallworks on Jul 20, 2020
BDSM

I had had it coming. Too many indiscretions, too many late nights out with the girls and now his patience had snapped. Being a good, attentive submissive is never easy. Sometimes, despite the lure and escape of submission, humiliation and chastisement at his hands, I choose a night out with the girls from the office. That Sunday, when I had failed to call hi...

The Cane, Thank You Mistress

by thomstevens on Nov 30, 2017
BDSM

I make my way down 28th Street in Midtown Manhattan, weaving though the lunchtime crowds that flow in streams and eddies along the sidewalks. The street is jammed with taxis, cars, and delivery trucks. I walk slower than I usually would, not wanting to be either late or early for my appointment. Just beyond 6th Avenue, I stop before an unmarked gray door, ch...

The Caning of Annette and Erin

by Bazzza on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

There are those who might find parts of this story distasteful, but I wish to relate to you all how it all happened. I'm not perfect, and my willpower sometimes fails me. You might judge me as an opportunist and maybe that's true, but I believe in life that one should take every opportunity that's on offer. I'll let you be the judge of my guilt. I need to g...

An Interesting Job

by dandanger on Nov 6, 2018
BDSM

"Buy me one of those." An attractive woman, maybe mid-thirties slid into the stool next to me at the hotel bar. She was dressed in an immaculate black business suit matching her dark, slightly curly hair, and carrying a long thin leather bag. She caught me glancing at her thighs as her slightly too short skirt rode up and quirked her lips at me. "Well?" I...

Twelve Days a Slave Ch. 10

by The_Technician on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

This is the story of a young woman's conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to the Constitution of the United States of America do NOT prohibit slavery. They only LIMIT slavery to punishment for crimes. In other words, the Constitution...

Bar Work

by djt_one on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Julie was devastated when she was made redundant from the local factory where she had worked as an office junior since leaving school. It was all she'd known for the last two years, and now she found herself just turned eighteen, unemployed with no savings and a sizeable credit card bill to pay following her recent holiday to Spain. After a fruitless mornin...

Payment in Stripes

by dezired on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

The caning was an interesting experience, the swish of the impending impact then the sound of flesh meeting rattan before a sharp pain which quickly receded to a warm feeling. The welts came up after a few seconds and were gone within a few hours. This was a mild discipline, no broken skin or deep bruising, nothing to give the game away to lovers and partne...

Unconventional Methods

by Abeja on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

As a psychiatrist I, on occasion, do pro bono work as a psychotherapist – primarily for couples counselling for research purposes. Recently I've been employing some unconventional methods and getting some very good results. In doing some research on human behaviour, I was surfing the net when I came across a website that had videos of women wrestling in a ca...

Silent Submission

by kylejer on Sep 19, 2017
BDSM

This story is continued as "Sarah's Way" in subsequent chapters, having discovered that there is already a series under my original title posted. * Coming from the hall, I met my wife, Sarah, in the middle of the living room, dressed like she was headed out the door on her usual Saturday morning errands. She stopped in front of me with a serious look on h...