Can I Cane You?

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“Can I cane you?””What?” I asked, nearly spilling my coffee.”Can I give you a caning?””What, like a…”Sarah put down her coffee, leaned forward. Her red curls┬átickled my face, and she whispered, “With a stick, on your bare bottom, like a naughty boy.”She sat back┬áand raised her eyebrows┬áat me with a nervous smile.”Why would I… I’m not sure a crowded cafe is the place to discuss-“”Walk me home.┬áI’ll pay for the coffees.”Without waiting for a response, she got up and headed for the counter. I sipped the last of my coffee, mug clicking against my teeth as my hand trembled.”My place,” she said and I stood and followed her out. “Look, Dan, I know this is weird. I’ve always been fascinated by the thought of┬ágiving someone┬áa caning. Not sure why I think it’s the power or something.””And bonus veren siteler you thought your oldest friend should be your first victim?””Who┬áelse could I trust enough?””Well, er, I suppose I’m flattered? If I say- Look what exactly do you have in mind?”Her eyes lit up.”I want you to strip naked in my living room, kneel on my couch, and let me cane you six times on your bare bottom. I’ve been practicing on a pillow for weeks and I promise there’ll be no lasting damage.””This isn’t how I saw Sunday morning going.””If you let me do it, I’ll give you a blowjob you will never forget. Simple deal, short period of pain followed by heaven AND you’ve done your best friend a huge favour. I’m putting myself on the line here. What do you say?”There bedava bahis had always been a lot of sexual tension between us but we’d never fucked.I had noticed┬áshe was wearing a black corset over a white shirt┬áwith jeans and black leather boots and thought it was a bit dressy for Sunday brunch. I thought about how much it must have cost her to reveal herself like this.”You dressed up and everything, how could I say no?”She gave a little squeak and hugged me tightly. “Thank you!”I could feel my cock swelling. “You’re not going to hurt me too badly are you?””Oh, it’s going to hurt, but you’re a big strong man, and it’s not going to do any permanent damage. Trust me, I’ve done a LOT of research!”I followed her from the bright morning into the dim coolness deneme bonus of her hallway. She turned and caught me staring at her tight jeans-encased ass, wagged her finger, and said, “I’m afraid it’s your ass we’ll be concentrating on for the near future. Strip, then sit.”She pointed to the couch and disappeared back up the hall.I hesitated then thought fuck it, it’s a bit late for second thoughts,┬áremoved my clothes, and sat awkwardly on the couch on which I was about to be caned. The upholstery of the couch felt odd on my bare skin. My dick rose to stick stiffly at the ceiling. Sarah’s┬áboots clacked down the hallway. She had removed her shirt and jeans and her milky tits jutted gloriously over her corset. She was wearing black fishnet stockings and I finally confirmed her neatly trimmed bush was as red as her hair. Fuck, this was worth anything, I thought.”Like what you see?” she purred, then swished a long whippy cane. “Time to pay the piper.”She reached down and grabbed my erection in her cool left hand and urged me off the couch.

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