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Real is much
better than Fantasy
I always felt excited whenever any of my classmates were being punished in school. My panties would get wet from watching them get caned either on their palms or calves. The more severe caning was on the buttocks. Ours was a mixed school and so both boys and girls were disciplined. Strangely, I was equally excited, whether a boy or a girl was being punished. The whacks on the buttocks excited me more than the canings on the palms or calves. On the few occasions I was punished, I did not enjoy the pain and found it extremely uncomfortable and my panties remained dry. I longed for punishments to take place so that I could get my thrills watching. However, I did not get turned on when cry boobies wailed on being caned. The boys and girls who bore their punishments stoically were the ones I liked to watch.
There was one particular boy, Rana, who gave me the
distinct impression that he enjoyed the punishment. After his punishment, I was
certain that there was a bulge in his crotch. I yearned to try caning some of
my friends but never picked up the courage to broach the subject. I could only
fantasize during my teen years and lived with my fantasies. Even the fantasies
were enough to get me wet. Oh how I longed to try it out!
Now, I am a finance executive in a multinational
company in Mumbai, India, holding a very senior position. In spite of my high
profile and powerful corporate position, I cannot pick up the courage to live
out my fantasies. I am a well-built and reasonable looking young woman and am
never short of dates or female friends. At the age of 25, I have done well for
myself, financially, and lead a comfortable life and travel a lot around India.
My yearning, however, continues unabated. Till recently.
After a late evening at work, I was having a light
snack at a quiet up market restaurant when a young and handsome man came up to
me and asked, “Aren’t you Shefali?” I had noticed him as he entered and was
surprised, as I could not place him. I meet so many young men during the course
of my work that it is really difficult for me to remember them all. “Yes”, I
said, “have we met?” “Shefali, its me – Rana – from school!” “Rana! – My God!
You have turned into such a handsome person! Are you alone? Why don’t you join
this lonely woman?” “With pleasure. You look as pretty as ever”. Well the small
talk went on for some time and we caught up with each other. Rana was visiting
Mumbai on some work and was staying at one of the hotels close by.
During a lull in the conversation, I picked up
enough courage to say, “Rana – all those times you got punished in school, I
think you really enjoyed it”. Blushing a bit he said, “ You know Shefali – I
really did”. “You’re joking”. “No I did and I thought you also enjoyed watching
me get punished because I could see you flushing with excitement”. Now it was
my turn to blush. In the awkward silence that followed, I could feel myself
getting moist. “Well how do you deal with it now that you are out of school?”
Rana was quiet for some time and then said “ I yearn to be caned but cannot get
my wishes as I am afraid to ask my friends. Shefali, would you like to spank
and cane me?” I felt a hollow pit in my stomach – here was a chance to act out
my fantasy. “Your serious Rana? I too have been fantasizing about caning but
have not had the guts to talk about it.” “Well – what are we waiting for? Lets
go to my hotel”.
I drove and he sat beside me quietly. We were each
immersed in our thoughts. I could feel a flutter in my stomach. Is it finally
going to happen? Please let him not change his mind. As I drove into the hotel,
he looked me in the eye and said “ Shefali – you are going to give it to me
aren’t you?” “You bet your bottoms I am going to.” He had a handsome suite in a
good hotel. As soon as he had closed the door he turned around and we looked at
each other – not knowing how to proceed. “Order some drinks Rana – I would like
a Scotch please,” I said. He quickly went to the phone and ordered for 2 Scotch
whiskeys.
“Rana – are you going to be wearing your pants?
Please remove them and wear the hotel robe”. He disappeared into the bathroom
and came back after a few minutes with a robe on and nothing underneath. He was
well built and athletic – 5’11” and about 75kgs I think. The drinks came and we
sat sipping them and chatting. Conversation died and I said, “Well – this is
it! Drop your robe and lean over that chair”.
Rana stood up and removed his robe. He was muscular
and had a very flat stomach. I could see his penis had developed tumescence and
was at half-mast in anticipation. It was thick and of average size. He had a
decent growth of pubic hair that hid the true size. I stood up and led him to
the chair and had him bend over the back. His balls rested on the top of the
chair-back. I went behind him and felt his bottoms, rubbing my hand softly over
them. His cheeks were cold from the air conditioning. I massaged his cheeks and
increased the pressure, pressing into them and feeling them all over. I brought
my palm lightly on one cheek and then the other. I gave him a few light smacks
on both cheeks. There was not a sound from him. I was afraid to smack harder as
the sound could carry into the corridor of the hotel. After some more smacks, I
started hitting him harder. To hell with the sound. I gave him 20 brisk smacks
and then felt his cheeks again. Now they were pleasingly warm to the touch. I
started smacking them harder and harder. I could see them wobble with each
smack and they were turning pink. I could feel my panties were soaked. I longed
to feel myself but stuck to the task at hand. I kept increasing the force of my
spanking and raising my hands higher to get more force. I must have given him
over 50 smacks before he started moaning lightly and moving his butt sideways
with each smack. I hit him as hard as I could 20 more times. By then my palm
was stinging from the spanking. I stopped and felt his cheeks again. They were
red and felt very warm. I massaged them and they felt good and much softer than
when I had started. “Stand up!” I commanded.
He straightened up and I could now see his
excitement. His cock was erect and waving about. I could see droplets forming
at the eye of the cock. I took it in my hand and felt it along its length. It
was hard and turgid. I stroked it a while looking into his eyes. His eyes were
glazed with excitement. I reached out to his chest and felt his nipples. They
were hard. Looking into his eyes, I pinched his nipples lightly. He moaned but
held my gaze. I increased the pressure on them and pinched them harder between
my thumb and forefinger, careful not to use my nails. He threw his head back
and let out a guttural moan and brought his eyes back to gaze into my eyes. I
slapped his nipples a bit slowly and then harder. He flinched as I hit harder
but held his position and my gaze. I felt his warm chest as he gazed into my
eyes. I asked, “How do I cane you? Do you travel with a cane?” I picked up my
drink and drained my glass as he said “ well that’s a problem now. But you
cannot stop now. I need more and harder stuff”. I looked around the room to see
if I could find anything suitable. He too drained his glass and asked whether I
would like another drink. “Yes please” I said looking around as he placed the
order. He shrugged into his robe while waiting for the drinks. He went to the
bedroom and came back with a wooden coat hanger and handed it to me for
approval. I swished it around a bit but felt it was too short and I would not
get the purchase or strike. The drinks arrived and the waiter gave us a funny
look.
I went into the bedroom and looked around but could
not find anything suitable. I came back and picked up my glass and sipped my
drink. I removed his robe and saw that his cock had slipped to half-mast
position again. As I fondled him he started getting fully erect. I reached with
my other hand and pinched his left nipple hard. His moan was accompanied with
his cock coming into full erection. I was sopping wet in my crotch. I put down
my glass and went into the bathroom to see the effects on my cunt. I closed the
door and immediately removed my panties. They were wet with my juices. I took
some toilet paper and wiped my cunt and put on my wet panties again. As I
straightened to open the door, I saw his trousers hanging from the door rack
and looped into them was nice 2” wide leather belt. I sucked in my breath in a
flood of excitement. I started leaking from my cunt as I slowly extracted the
belt from its loops. I held the buckle in my palm and rolled the length over my
hand. With about 8” loose, I struck my other palm with it in a stinging shot. I
gasped and struck again and felt the sting again in my left palm. I rolled up
the belt in my right hand and opened the door and went into the sitting area.
Rana was still standing there looking desperately
for some implement. I went over to him, hiding my right hand with the belt
behind me and felt his tumescent cock with my hand. Drops were dribbling from
its eye and as I massaged the length of it, it started hardening to full mast
again. I leaned over and took his nipple in my mouth and nipped it lightly with
my teeth. He gasped and his cock jumped in my hand. It was now fully erect and
waving around. I took hold of its head and forced it parallel to the ground and
held it by the head with my left hand. Behind my back, I let loose a length of
6” of the belt and brought the belt down hard on his erect cock. Breath
whooshed out of him and he looked at the belt in my hand. His eyes lit up with
pleasure and he looked at me eagerly. “ Do you think you can take a whacking
with this?” “Oh yes Shefali! Please Shefali!” I led him into the bedroom and
had him lay flat in the center of the large queen sized bed on his stomach. I
asked him to spread his legs as wide apart as they would go. He spread his legs
wide and his feet came off the edges and tucked into the side of the mattress.
“Do you think you can really take this? How hard can I go?” “Oh yes! Oh yes! As
hard as you wish Shefali! Please let me have it Shefali!” I looked around, the
room was big and I had a lot of space to swing my hand.
I reached out and massaged his butt cheeks. They
were firm and yet the middle was soft. I separated his cheeks and gazed at his
puckered hole. It was clenching and opening and clenching. I reached under him
for his balls and cock. I pulled his balls form under him so that they rested
on the bed under his butt. I trailed the belt over his nuts and gave them light
slaps with the belt. He moaned as though he would go out of his head. I reached
for his cock. It was tucked under his belly and he raised himself to allow me
to pull it down. It was hard from anticipation and the thick head was a
gorgeous purple. I played with it a bit and then let go. It rested under his
balls, with the head and part of the shaft showing nicely.
I stood back and adjusted the length of the belt so
that a nice free swing would bring it across both the cheeks comfortably. I
swished it around a bit to get the hang of it. His head was turned towards me
and he was looking straight at my hand. As I gave the belt a nice hard swing, I
could see his butt tighten in anticipation, but the belt swung just above him.
Looking into his eyes I asked “ Ready?” He just nodded and clutched the sides
of the bed hard, his face still turned towards me. I brought the belt down in a
nice wide arc from behind my back. It struck hard across both cheeks. “Aaah”. I
hit harder “Aaaaah” and again “Aaaaah” and again “Aaaaah” and again and again
and again “Aaaaaaah” “Aaaaaaaah” “Aaaaaah”. I took a firmer hold on the belt
and brought it down much harder “Aaaaaaaaah” and harder “Aaaaaaaaah” and harder
“Aaaaaaaaaah”. I felt his butt. It was
burning and I could feel slight welts rising up. “You ok?” “Oh yes Shefali!
Please go on as hard as you wish”. I went to the bottom of the bed between his
spread legs. His cocks head was engorged and purple and dripping. I hit it
lightly “Oooh” and his hips bucked up. “Pull your cheeks apart”. He let go of
the tightly clenched mattress and pulled his cheeks apart. His hole opened and
closed as he held his cheeks for my view. I let go a hard stroke down the
length of his cleft “Aaaaah” but he held his cheeks firmly apart. Another one
“Aaaaaaah” and another “Aaaaaaaah”. The belt was too wide to strike the hole. I
only managed to strike the sides of both cheeks.
I moved over to the other side. “You may let go and
face me”. He again clutched the sides of the mattress and turned his face
towards me. I swung the belt down as hard as I could and continued striking
across both cheeks in a hard and fast rhythm. “Aaaaaaaaaah” “Aaaaaaaaaah”
“Aaaaaaaaaah” “Aaaaaaaaaah” “Aaaaaaaaaah” “Aaaaaaaaaah” “Aaaaaaaaaah”
“Aaaaaaaaaah” “Aaaaaaaaaah” “Aaaaaaaaaah”. Suddenly he gave a loud guttural
moan and cum spurted out of his cock in a jet that arced over the bottom of the
bed. Another spurt landed on the footboard and another on the mattress edge. He
now started an up down motion with his hips rubbing his cock on the mattress. I
dropped the belt and turning him over started gently pumping his cock with my
hand. He kept up a low moan as his cum kept spurting in slowly diminishing
spurts. When he had finished, I leaned over and gave him a peck on his lips. He
was swathed in sweat.
I went to the bathroom and got him a towel. He lay
exhausted, with his eyes closed. Finally he got up, wiped himself and went into
the bathroom. I picked up the phone and ordered fresh drinks for us. He came
out, having had a wash and put on his trousers. “Shefali, what can I say! That
was terrific.” “Do you come to Mumbai often Rana?” Yes – at least twice a
month.” “Well give me a call next time and come and stay with me. Then we need
not worry about noises making people wonder what is going on. I will also see
if we can equip ourselves better. Rana, you finally gave me a chance to play
out my fantasies. Thank you. Real was much better than my fantasy.”