| Straight: BDSM: The Caning of Gina - Part I (1/6) |
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Gina sat nervously, holding onto her mug of coffee as if for dear life. Jim sat opposite her relaxed and waiting patiently. “So how do you feel about things now?” he asked her, in a soft spoken voice. She smiled nervously but said nothing. “You can leave it for another time,” he told her. “There’s no pressure.” Gina took a sip from her mug. He was wrong there was pressure. Though the choice was hers and hers alone she knew that if she walked away now she would probably never come back and would always regret not going through with it. “No, I want to do it,” she said putting her mug down as she stood up. Jim stood up as well and as he did so she noticed the bulge in the front of his trousers. “This way,” he said. Gina followed him out of the kitchen, into the hallway and up the stairs to the bedroom. She glanced down at the double bed and saw the clothing neatly laid out, white blouse; grey skirt; tie; white knee length socks and a pair of white cotton knickers. “I think you will find they fit,” he told her. Gina smiled nervously. “Well I’ll leave you to it then,” he told her. “I’ll be in the lounge when you are ready,” he added as he closed the door behind him. For a few moments she just stood there looking down at the bed. Her emotions were in turmoil; feelings of nervousness and sexual excitement tore at her as the realisation that her fantasy was about to become reality sank in. Oh how Gina had longed for this moment! Ever since the age of fifteen when an uncle had put her over his knee and caned her for staying out late, she had wanted it again. His cane made her bottom sting, even through the thickness of her jeans. She had cried when he had done it; the pain and the humiliation of it all, but as she lay on her bed afterwards a warm feeling of sexual excitement filled her and she found herself sliding her hand inside her panties to bring her release. That was five years ago and during those years she had yearned for someone to come along and punish her again. She had seen a few caning videos on the internet and they had excited her. Girls bent over a table; skirts around their waist; knickers around their knees or ankles and an older man standing over them cane in hand. Oh how she had wished it had been her there! Of course she had actively pursued this fantasy with her boyfriends over the years. Some had thought she was weird and some had actually spanked her. But no one had caned her. No one had had the leanings or the courage to take the cane to her bottom and given her what she really wanted; what she really craved for, what she really needed. Until now! She had met Jim on a BDSM website or rather she had met a girl that Jim caned regularly on the website. Idly looking through member profiles one night she came across a girl her own age who liked to be caned. She was bisexual, something that Gina wasn’t, but all the same she contacted her and they soon gained a rapport. What was even more exciting was that not only was she local |
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hmmm...
