Wedding Preparations part 2 F/m

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"I expect Julie will have arrived in London by now" I said to Mary as we pulled up outside our house. We had hardly spoken in the car on the journey back from Mary's house and I could still feel the effects of her slipper on my bottom and I couldn't help wondering why Julie had let her mother spank me but as always, I would do whatever she wanted.

Mary and I got out of the car and I unlocked the newly fitted double glazed door. Out of habit, I put the kettle on and made tea. We sat at the kitchen table and Mary still remained uncharacteristically quiet so I brought up the subject of why we were there.

"So, you wanted to borrow a cane Mary"

She blushed and replied "Yes you know I did, and you make it sound like you have a lot."

"We have a small collection. We gave one to Sarah you know. I guess it's a conversation she's had with Julie but I don't know how she's got on with it"

We sat in silence a little longer, sipping our tea.

"Did you have anything particular in mind?" I probed.

"Er, well look Alex.Just any cane will do. You see, erm I don't know how to say this but well I've always been on the receiving end and when Julie said I could spank you I just thought how nice it would be to see the other side" she stopped.

"And?"

She remained silent and her face was extremely red.

"Listen Mary, Julie and I are always open and honest. We never hold back and we never lie. You brought her up well and you are going to be my mother in law soon so please, just tell me."

She looked at me and cleared her throat and I certainly didn't expect what she said.

"I got aroused. I loved every minute of it and I'd still be spanking you now if I could be."

Wow I thought. Now Julie and I often made love soon after a spanking session, but our sessions were based around discipline. We loved each other dearly and whilst our decisions were always reached together,I had believed we submitted to each other (and it was usually me submitting) out of our love and mutual respect for each other. I remembered well the first time we'd met when I basically asked her to make me submit and thought of a few occasions where she had used a trivial reason to punish me and I knew only too well how she relished dishing it out. Certainly a conversation I'd be having with her when she got back tomorrow.

"Mary!" I excalimed in mock horror. "I ought to let you feel the cane you're going to borrow."

"Oh. Maybe perhaps I deserve it."

"Well maybe you do but I'm not going to. Not without Julie's permission. You know that."

So whether she was asking me or feeling a little guilty or both I wasn't sure but that's the way it was. I wouldn't do anything without Julie's knowledge and I certainly wasn't about to interrupt Julie's efforts to find a wedding outfit by ringing her. She'd ring me when she had the time. I rose from the table saying,

"I'll got and fetch you a cane then"

Shortly, I returned with two canes, both rattan, one straight with a leather bound grip and the other the traditional crook handle, both on the thin whippy side of the scale and neither too long for her to control given she'd never used one before. Her eyes widened at the sight of them and she pursed her lips.

"Which one hurts the most?" she asked.

"Well they're both about the same," I answered honestly, wondering if she had a sadistic streak inside her. I knew from experience, she certainly had an acid tongue on occasion.
"I'd suggest the straight one, it'll be easier for you to use first time."

She picked it up swished it through the air and then in a tone I'd never heard her use she commanded
"Bend over boy"

"Mary, You know I can't"

"You can, and you will. And it's Miss Wilson to you boy. Undertsand?"

Not liking it but somehow unable to disobey I bent over the kitchen table.

She didn't hesitate, standing beside me I felt the cane touch my still hot bottom through my jeans briefly before I felt it rise and swish CRACKK swish CRACKK swish CRACKK. Three rapid stinging cuts landed. All I could think was thank goodness she's not as proficient with a cane as her lovely daughter.

"This one will do just fine.Right boy, you can get up and take me home now"

"Yes Miss Wilson" I answered meekly and did just that.

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I spent the afternoon mulling things over. Perhaps I'd always had a naturally submissive side to me but that was no excuse in my own eyes for allowing Mary to cane me albeit only three quick whacks. I thought about how I'd let Julie down, then about how Mary and Richard would get on this evening, but that wasn't my prime concern.

I'd just finished my evening meal - well if you can call beans on toast a meal - when the phone rang. The number displayed was Julie's and with a churning stomach, not quite sure what I would say, I answered it.

"Hi darling, how's it going?" I asked.

"Fantastic. I got the perfect outfit on Oxford Street today. Got to dash. We have to be at the theatre in half an hour. Just rang to tell you I love you"

"I love you more" I replied and before I could say anything more Julie disconnected.

I felt worse. I was ready to tell her and all we had was a fleeting happy conversation. She was so full of it and I had things to confess. Shit! I didn't want to spoil her little trip. The trip I'd sent her on and then gone and let her own mother do something to me without Julie knowing.

I pottered around the house then tried to relax by watching a Documentary on British river estuaries. Getting ready to go to bed, Julie rang again and before I was able to say anything she had excitedly said,

"Phantom was absolutely brilliant. Please,please, please can we go together, I'd love to see it again. Thank you so much for getting us the tickets"

"Well, yes of course" I said rather morosely.

Her tone changed to one of concern.

"Awww what's the matter babe?" she asked

So I told her everything and when I'd finished, I did feel a little better getting it off my chest yet still felt extremely guilty.

"Oh Alex, you silly. Listen. I know what my mum's like and you helped me stand up to her. Since you came into our lives things have got better everyday. I feel so free and happy. Mum's come to terms with that ever since that evening last year. All you've done is give her an opportunity to enhance her life. God I mean three across jeans is nothing and after that evening, I did say I might let her get her own back. Well today was the day and even though you got more than I was expecting, well, you did forget to put that champagne in my bag. You show me things each day that make me love you more and feeling bad about something like that tells me so much. I simply can't wait to become your wife."

I could feel tears of relief, happiness and all sorts of mixed emotions starting to form in my eyes at her words and replied

"Julie, I love you so much"

Plainly she could hear how I felt by the way I said it.

"Darling, I'm having such a wonderful time with Sarah down here but I'm missing you terribly. When I get back tomorrow, I will punish you. And it will be different this time. I will punish you because you feel you need punishing, not because I think you do. Now, get yourself to bed, you've got to work tomorrow while we've got the day to do whetever we want. I might even have a little practise on Sarah's bottom tonight"

I could hear that gorgeous smile she had in her voice and felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. I went to bed a much happier person. I could hear a tawny owl calling nearby but I struggled to get to sleep. The bed wasn't the same without Julie there.

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I rose early and put clean sheets on the bed, even though it wasn't Sunday. It was just something Jule loved - clean sheets.

I spent the day preparing flower borders at a couple of my customer's gardens. The displays of crocuses and snowdrops illustrated how we were slowly crawling away from winter into spring. Daffodils were growing quickly and starting to bud. I knew by the end of the month, York would be awash with yellow as all around the city walls, roundabouts, and approach roads into the city they came into full bloom. It was a good day to be alive.

As the sun began to sink from the blue sky peppered with fluffy white clouds, I finished my last job of the day and headed home to get showered and changed. Julie's train was due in at 21:05 (I couldn't be doing with the railways 24hr clock!) and I was at the station by 8:30. I stood on the platform waiting, and waiting wondering why, whatever the weather, stations were always cold. After what seemed hours, even though the arrivals board stated her train was on time (yes miracles do happen) the announcement that the next train to arrive at platform five etc set my heart racing. I looked down the line and saw the bright lights of her train approaching and watched as the locomotive drew ever nearer and thundered by, the brakes squealing as the metal monster slowed and finally came to a halt. Doors on carriages swung open as people disembarked and finally I saw Julie and Sarah. I ran towards them and by the time I'd got there, Julie had put all her bags down and had her arms open. I almost jumped into them. We held eachother tightly and kissed deeply.

The girls were chattering constantly, telling me all about their time in London and I hadn't managed to get a word in by the time forty minutes later we had arrive in Pocklington to drop Sarah off. They said their good byes and we watched Sarah to make sure she got in safely before we headed home. As I drove back into York, Julie and I chatted happily, her hand resting on my thigh all the way.

I had prepared a casserole and whilst I was making the dumplings and putting them in to cook, Julie showered and came back wearing her long dressing gown. We sat and ate a hot wholesome meal and when I removed that fateful champagne from the fridge Julie roared with laughter when I suggested we shouldn't let it go to waste. Needless to say we drank it.

As we sat there, having finished eating I poured us another glass and Julie picked hers up, took my hand and said "Come on, I'm going to finish mine in bed" I let her lead me upstairs and when we entered the bedroom she let go of my hand.

"I bought this. I thought you might like it" she said letting her dressing gown fall to the floor to reveal herself dressed in an exquisite black laced basque.
First time, we made hot passionate love on top of the bed, climbing in secondly to make long sensual love.
As we lay in each others arms afterwards, we sipped the remaining champagne though the bubbles had all but vanished when Julie said to me,

"Turn over darling"

So of course I did. She sat up and her hand softly stroked my naked buttocks.

"Bloody hell, " she said, "There aren't even any marks. I think we ought to put that right, don't you?"

And before I could answer...........SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK her hand fell very crisply onto alternate cheeks.

I stayed still and just took her next salvo

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

That certainly stung and the breath was escaping with a hiss through my teeth.

"There, your bum looks a little better now it's warmed. I think you're ready for the cane now. And by goodness you know you deserve it don't you?"

"Yes Julie"

"Go and get the dragon for me then"

I left the bed and went to the wardrobe where our implements were kept, selecting the fearsome cane she had requested. I handed it to her and she took it, flexing it, looking me in the eyes.It was a look I understood only too well. I had to admit, I wasn't looking forward to this, not one little bit......but she was as ever right. I wanted her to punish me, yet yesterday seemed so far away.

"Put all the pillows in the middle of the bed and lay over them. Make sure your bottom is well up for me and if I were you I'd hold very tight onto the head board.
I complied and gripped onto two of the vertical metal bars of our headboard. She kept me waiting, heightening the tension before she rested the cane, which felt cold on my already stinging behind. She stroked my hot bottom with it for what seemed like an eternity. I couldn't bare it any longer. I knew I was going to hurt, Julie knew I was going to hurt but the silence continued as the wicked cane stroked up and down.

"Please Julie, punish me." I almost pleaded.

"Finally" she said as the cane left my bottom. I heard it's menacing hum as it cut through the air and just as I had recognised that sound, CRACKKK it had landed across the centre of my cheeks, the tip curling round and it bit in - hard. I jerked, glad I was holding thight and settled back into position. I felt the sting grow and start to spread underneath my cheeks and Julie started running the cane up and down my bum cheeks again. I waited for the next and it didn't come. I realised what she wanted.

"Please Julie, punish me" I had barely got the words out before she drew it back and cut it in again. The same resounding CRACKKK just above the first one. My body reacted similarly as the sting began to grow. I gripped tight and began to let out sounds I never knew I could make.

"Please Julie, punish me"

sweeishh CRACKKKK it landed higher up still, the tip curling right round again and really bit in. An Aarrrrrr escaped from my throat and I bucked. I wasn't sure I could take any more but I knew what I had to do.

"Please Julie, punish me"

sweeish CRACCCK. This time she landed it right on the sit spot. My knuckles were white as I held on so tightly. My whole body momentarily left the bed and thumped back down onto the pillows but I didn't let go. Tears were begining to run down my cheeks as I managed to get out the words

"P p please Julie, punish me" and I held so tight. I couldn't hear the cane cut through the air now but I really felt it as it cut in CRACKKKK right where the buttocks meet the thighs.

I don't know what noise came out. It hurt so much and my whole bottom was blazing. I was vaguely aware of my legs kicking and could feel my hands hurting as somehow I held on. Julie waited. My vision was hazy as the tears continued and I tried to recall how many I'd had. Why did the cane have that effect of making the sting spread like that? After a few moments I recounted five cruel harsh strokes and when I'd managed to get my self together and keep still, with only one thing in mind I spluttered,

"Please Julie Punish me"

CRACKKK it lashed in again somewhere towrds the middle of my bum.

"Thank you" I yelped out, bucking and wriggling and finally letting go of the head board.

I felt Julie's tender hand on my face, gently wiping away the tears and as laid there still over the pillows, not quite in a straight pile now as she whispered in my ear "I love you."

I didn't want to move and the next thing I knew, was the feeling of Julie's tender finger tips on my bottom. She was rubbing in some arneka cream, gently along the length of each vicious cane welt. It did ease my discomfort and she and I both knew it would help the healing process.

I don't know how long I laid there but Julie just lay beside me, stroking my back and shoulders waiting for me to recover a little.When I felt able to move, I moved my head towards her and kissed her succulent lips. She responded opening her mouth and we kissed so deeply.We held each other and the next thing I was aware of was the first rays of the early morning sun poking through the gap in the curtains. Julie was still asleep so I edged forward and kissed her forehead. She stirred slightly but continued to sleep.I lay waiting for a while longer just looking at her before getting out of bed carefully so as not to disturb her and went donstairs to cook her breakfast.

I put it all on a tray and carried it up. When I went into the bedroom, Julie was sat up in bed listening to Classic FM. She smiled at me,pulled back the quit and still in her basque, she was too much to resist - not that I wanted to resist. Her breakfast didn't get eaten.