A night of spanking, caning, and sex
A grieving widow needs her desires sated.
by Ashley Lincoln
Based on an email sent by a reader
Reedited by Nigel Hare from the Ashley Lincoln archive. First published 02/02/2022
My husband died when I was a mere forty-four. After eight months of the grieving process, that which I thought was gone with him returned. I became very frisky and all the vibrators in the world would not give me anything more than orgasms and I needed something else.
My husband’s uncle was ten years older than him, making him fifteen years my senior. We, my husband and I, were close to him and his wife, spending social evenings with them. They were as upset as I was at my husband’s loss and were an immense help in those first few weeks. And I hoped he could help me again. I had seen something once that was out of place, but the nature of the item I understood, so I never mentioned it to anyone.
I did feel a little bit of a bitch when I knocked on Uncle Joe’s door a couple of weeks ago because I knew Aunt Tania would be at work. Joe was a little surprised to see me but invited me in and we had the usual small talk over a cup of tea. That done I came straight to the point, “What I’m here for is to make a request of you.” Aware my nerves affected my English grammar; I paused and watched Joe nod with encouragement. “I have become a little lazy and uncaring about my existence and I need you to give me a wake-up caning just as,” my eyes watered as I remembered my husband’s name and I couldn’t say it, “would have done.”
Joe’s eyes widened and he looked away from me, his neck went red, “What makes you think I could possibly do that?”
He had not said no, encouraging me. “I once saw a cane just coming out from under your bed and I can only think of one reason it would be under there.”
Men are so easy. The slightest twitch in their groin and they are putty in the hands of any woman. And Joe was no exception. “It will do me good. I do not expect you to do anything after, I would not do that to Tania, I just need my big bottom to feel the sting. I will not say a word to her or anyone.” Even as I said it, he was already relenting to my request. I am bigger than Tania, bigger boobs and a wider ass and I am half a foot shorter though she is not a stick insect by any definition, but her height and smaller bust does make her look distinctly different.
We went up the stairs and out of respect I went into the spare room, and Joe went into their bedroom returning to me moments later cane in hand. That awkward moment as we both looked at each other without looking. I was waiting for orders, and he was unsure about giving them. Waiting his finger slowly turning the cane I said, “Shall I just get in position?”
With phlegm in his throat, he muttered a yes. I turned my back to him and bent so first my hands and then my elbows were pressing into the soft mattress and lowered my head, till it was inches away. arching my back making my big bottom huge.
“Are you sure?” he asked. I made a grunting ‘aha’ and waited.
The first two he delivered were only light stingers and most unsatisfactory, but he seemed to get into his stride after that. He enjoyed delivering pairs. Two higher than the first two and the next two lower. The last two really did sting but none delivered what I really wanted. My skirt was a good protection, and I had not had the cane on anything but my bare buttocks for decades.
After the six I got up and rubbed a little. There was a good tingle on both sides, but I needed more. “Would you mind if you gave me another six but with my skirt raised?” I asked.
“Well, if you are sure,” he replied.
Men are so easy. He had a taste now and wanted more. I lifted my skirt up bunching it around my waist and assumed the same position. Except this time, I parted my naked legs further and felt the warmth of my juices flowing into them.
He lifted my skirt further away. “I always knew you would have a luscious ass sticking up,” he commented apathetically without hiding his excitement.
I replied with a little wiggle.
All six were real stingers. I heard the cane whooshing through the air and the impact on my cottoned rear. It was exactly what I needed. The fierce ferocity of stinging pain that can be such a delight driving the insanity out of me and clearing my mind of the junk that builds up from time to time. With a willing husband it never really got out of control as we would have a good spanking session at least once a week and the cane a couple of times a month.
He was hoping I would want another six on my bare, but I stood letting my skirt fall and rubbed my bottom with more vigour. “Thank you,” I said to a puzzled face and bulging trousers, “Would you mind giving me five minutes just to sort myself out?”
He nodded and his shoulders slumped a little as he left the room. Immediately I opened my handbag and took roger out my favourite vibrator. Slipping my panties off I knelt on the bed in virtually the same position as I had stood, ass right up head down only I slipped roger into my ringing wet hole and switched him on, with my thumb I manipulated his little prong on the top, so it was on my clit and started rocking it. Always after my caning my departed husband would sink his cock in this way and delight me with a good pounding. Roger could not pound but he still does do decent work. The lines on my ass pulsed away and the five minutes was all I needed to pleasure brain and body.
I felt so much better and when I had calmed, I pulled my knickers back on and gathered my stuff and after kissing Joe on the cheek and thanking him again went home with a bright smile on my face.
That I thought should be that. If it takes me six months to be desperate for that sting, I could find someone available who would satisfy that need without wanted something more like a relationship. There was no way I wanted someone in my life ever again. I was happy in my grief as happy as I ever wanted to be in my life again.
Joe told Tania. She was mad. She was angry. She was furious. He explained repeatedly what happened. When she was less mad, she listened. And after she listened, she came to see me.
We had a glass of wine, and I tried to explain. First, I told her what had gone on. She relaxed a little when what I told her was the same as Joe, except that I told her I masturbated after – which Joe did not know.
“Why didn’t you talk to me first?” she asked as I poured her another drink. “I don’t think I would have been so annoyed if you had.”
“I did think that,” I told her, “But if you said no, I would have still have this frustration and that would drive me to perhaps make a bad choice. I wanted someone that I could trust to do it.” I added after a pause, “I went six months before I had to do something so I hope I can find a man now that won’t take advantage of me.”
She put her hand on top of mine. “You are right I would have said no. I would think you were trying to take Joe from me. But I know now that is not what it is about. If you cannot find someone, I think I can trust you but next time I want to be there, nothing done behind my back.”
“That is a relief,” I told her, “I really don’t want the complications of another man.”
“We did say we would do anything for you; I did not expect this but why not. It certainly takes our friendship up a notch.”
That was a month ago. The weekend just gone was the first time since. My Uncle Joe and Aunt Tania invited me to go out with them on Saturday night and spend the night so we could all have a good drink. Nothing discussed, but we all knew what was going to happen. We had a meal, drinks in the club after and all with shaky legs got in a taxi back to theirs.
Another couple of glasses of triple spirits just to get us all relaxed for the event, we chatted as we had been all evening. Tania was the first to talk about the elephant that was trying to hide behind the standard lamp that lit the room. “Joe wants to spank us both together; it’s a fantasy of his.”
“Sounds good to me.” I said looking at him with his neck reddening again. He smiled back and crossed his legs, “Can he manage us both?”
“He’s a man,” Tania said with a smile, “He thinks he can.”
“I have roger in my bag if he can’t,” I said and just for good measure I got roger out to show her.
“That looks good can I share him.”
“Absolutely, girlfriend.” We both laughed. Joe excused himself and left the room to go to the toilet. “Are we teasing him too much,” I asked a little concerned.
“Don’t worry,” she said coming closer to me on the sofa, he can just spank us harder, can’t he.” We held each other’s eyes. “Can I kiss you? I have always wanted to.”
Not understanding I puckered my lips. Our lips met and I became overwhelmed by her passion and responded.
With her hand squeezing my breast Joe walked back in. “What is going on here?” he said with mock anger.
Tania broke off our kiss but held her hand on my breast I looked down at it as she said, “Fairly obvious I think dear.”
“Don’t be cheeky or you’ll know what you’ll get,” he said pointing his finger at her.
“Yeah right,” she replied with a sneer. “I’ll do what I like.” She turned her head back to me and started kissing me again. That was when I realised, they had started a performance.
“Damn you.” Joe stamped his foot. “You will not speak to me like that. Get up those stairs.” When we continued kissing, he stamped his foot again, “Now!”
Tania broke off. “Alright, alright.” She stood up. I looked a little sheepish at them both.
“You are just as bad. You can get what she is going to get too. Get up the stairs.”
I got up and all three of us went to their bedroom. Tania took my hand as we entered the room. My legs were shaking with excitement Tania had told me when we arranged the night that Joe liked to spank hard and make a bottom deep red.
Joe sat on the bed. “Right, you two,” his stern voice made my pussy even wetter than the kiss from Tania, “I am going to spank both of you on your bare bottoms. You first Tania so she knows what coming her way.”
I watched her take off her dress and remove her panties. She had a luscious bottom, round shaped and with a deep cleft and when she bent over his knee resting her body on the bed and opened her legs a little, I saw her naked slit that glimmered in the light. His hand came down hard, and quick and her bottom was quickly glowing red. She did not make a sound, and I hoped I would not when it was my turn. He rested his hand across her buttocks and turned to me, “Now you see what you are going to get. I want you ready.” He started spanking her again.
Quickly I removed my trousers and panties. My top dropped over my exposure not that I was worried about it. I was fascinated by his hand whipping up and down on her bottom. I had never seen a spanking before, and I could see why spankers like it so much a bottom looks so delightful over a lap and red just enhances it. I had often asked why my husband enjoyed it so much but he was not that articulate and thinking why I enjoy it I draw nothing but clichés so I could never fault him.
It became my turn. I needed little instruction to place myself across his knees, like Tania with my upper body across the bed. He fondled, first running his fingers across my skin after which his whole hand. Tania stood, as I had been, watching her husband exploring my voluptuous ass. I doubted I would have been happy for my husband to do it to her. Before I could explore the thought further a sharp pain erupted in my right cheek followed quickly by one in the left. Tania’s words ‘he spanks hard’ rattled around my brain as the pain fired through. I placed my head onto the mattress and shut my eyes. The sharpness was not the pleasure but the means to my pleasure. Giving control was one element and certain types of pain are more pleasant than others, but mostly it is the after effect – the feeling emanating from my rear that delights me so. The hand is one of the worst because it is rapid but more intimate because mostly there is more than flesh to flesh contact. Joe held me firmly pulling me into his midriff which made me feel protected.
A body close to my head and I opened my eyes. Tania, now naked was next to me, she stroked my cheek, “Your ass looks superb especially being spanked,” she whispered in my ear, “I’m so jealous it’s so fine.” She kissed me. The position made it a little difficult, but our passion overcame both our heads were only inches from the mattress. Her hand on the back of my head and after a clash of noses she twisted her head to the side, so our lips created a seal for out tongues to explore. That hand crashing into my sun snogged rear no longer mattered. Was I more surprised that Tania was same sex attracted or that I was enjoying her attention so much and that I wanted the spanking to end so I could kiss her more.
She stopped kissing me. “Joe, stop now.” She was pulling me at the shoulders, guiding me onto the bed until we were on our knees facing each other. My top lifted over my head and as soon as my arms were free, they were going for my bra. With us both naked our bodies were free to wrap around each other with kissing tongue limbs.
There was just the box around our bodies that did not even stretch to the edges of the bed where there was just one flesh with four limbs and two heads. Outside the box was nothing a void a vast empty space, only seeing would fill. And inside the box we did not want to look out.
Uncle Joe had to remind us with the swish of his cane through the air after which he slammed it on the bed twice. Looking outwards I saw he was naked and had been thoroughly enjoying our show giving us a standing evasion.
“I think Joe wants to stripe our bottoms,” Tania said stating the obvious. “Me first Joe.” She got on her hands and knees sticking her bottom out pointing at Uncle Joe.
Quickly I jumped off the bed and went in my handbag for roger before returning to the bed. As Joe addressed his cane on Tania’s rear I got to her side and slipped Roger into her soaking hole switching him on. I rocked him while I squeezed her languid breast with my free hand. I watched that cane slowly swing back and as it came back again with speed and sank into her fleshy rear. Tania let out a groan as the second reverberated through her body roger did his work and she climaxed. He gave her six, she climaxed again on the fifth and as we kissed after the sixth.
We swapped places but roger stayed inside Tania as I said I did not need him, so she kissed me as Joe striped my bottom. After the second landed, “I want Joe to fuck me,” I stated with my expelling breath. “Do you want to fuck me, Joe?” It had been too long that I had felt flesh inside me, roger is great, but nothing can beat the feeling of solid but flexible flesh.
With Tania positioned below me her hands gripping roger, sliding inside her and her other hand behind my head holding me while we kissed and Joe behind me pumping my pussy from behind it was not long for any of us. Tania was climaxing all the time, getting me so excited with her passion I had a powerful orgasm and Joe finally spurted his load inside me. All three of us collapsed in a heap, me in the middle and uncle and aunt on each side.
Life after death? For those left, there is not much but with the help of my aunt and Uncle at least I can forget my loneliness occasionally.
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