The Caning of Jean Bradley - Part Two of A Rude Awakening

Featuring Jean Bradley and Steve Bickerstaff

Steve groaned as he felt someone shaking his shoulder. It was Saturday morning — his precious lie-in day — and he had every intention of staying buried under the duvet until at least noon.

“Five more minutes...” he mumbled grumpily.

A crisp, authoritative voice answered him instead.

“Wake up, patient. Doctor’s orders.”

Steve cr*cked one eye open and nearly ch*ked.

His wife Jean stood beside the bed in a very tight, very short white nurse’s uniform. The dress was unbuttoned low enough to show a generous amount of cleavage, the hem barely covering the tops of her bl*ck seamed stockings. A l*ttle white nurse’s cap sat jauntily on her head, and her shiny bl*ck stilettos made her legs look endless. In her right hand she casually flexed a long, crook-handled rattan cane.

“Jean... what the hell? It’s Saturday. I don’t have work. Let me be,” Steve grumbled, trying to pull the covers back over his head.

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It wasn’t long before Jean was laying face down across the bed, her heart racing as Steve stood behind her with the long rattan cane in his hand. She had agreed to this — begged for it, really — but now that the moment had arrived, the reality of what she was about to receive made her stomach flutter with nervous excitement.

“Face the front,” Steve said firmly.

Jean turned her head away and gripped the pillow tightly.

Swish... THWACK!

The first stroke landed with a sharp cr*ck across her bare bottom.

“Oh!” she gasped.

Steve chuckled. “Wasn’t that a nice one?”

“Yeah... yeah,” Jean admitted breathlessly. “You’re getting better though.”

Steve laughed. “But was it bad before?”

The cane hissed through the air again.

THWACK!

“Ow! That was a sore one!” Jean yelped, shifting her hips. “That was good, wasn’t it?”

“Oh yeah,” Steve replied, clearly enjoying himself. “I think your shoulders are better than that. It’s getting there actually. Not too bad. A bit more practice.”

Jean couldn’t help laughing through the sting. “I’ll keep still. Hate to miss — not that you could.”

THWACK!

“OW!”

Steve teased her again. “So what are you going to say tomorrow at your medical at work when they see these bruises?”

Jean groaned. “I might have to cancel that. Do we think?”

THWACK!

“Aww! Oh... oh my G*d!”

Steve kept a steady rhythm, each stroke landing with precision. Jean’s bottom grew hotter and sorer with every cr*ck of the cane. She squirmed, gasped, and occasionally let out a sharp “Oh!” as particularly wicked strokes found their mark.

“You’re teasing me again,” she complained between strokes.

“Nah,” Steve replied innocently, before delivering another hard one.

THWACK!

“OW!”

After a long series of strokes, Jean’s voice grew softer, almost pleading. “Doesn’t my bottom get a rub?”

“Sometimes,” Steve answered, clearly amused.

“Please...”

“Alright,” he said, and for a moment his warm hand gently soothed her b*rning cheeks. “This is hard work for me though, this rubbing.”

Jean laughed breathlessly. “You’re getting harder.”

Steve continued the caning, building up again. “One last round. A dozen to go. Good ones, yeah?”

“Yes, darling,” Jean whispered.

The final dozen were merciless. Steve laid them on with real purpose. Jean cried out with each impact, her bottom now a blazing, deeply marked canvas of red and purple stripes.

“You are cruel,” she moaned after a particularly hard stroke.

“You’re loving every minute of it,” Steve replied.

“So do you?”

The last few strokes came fast and hard. Jean’s voice rose with each one until she was almost sobbing with the intensity.

“Last three,” Steve announced. “See how still you can keep.”

Jean did her best, but still yelped and squirmed as the final stinging cuts landed.

Finally, it was over.

Steve stepped back to admire his work. “I think I’ve done quite a good job there. Let’s have a look.”

Jean lay panting, her bottom throbbing fiercely.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Steve said approvingly, gently running his fingers over the welts. “Yeah, that should be okay.”

Jean let out a long, shaky breath. “My bottom will never be the same again.”

Steve smiled, set the cane aside, and leaned down to kiss her shoulder.

“You took that beautifully,” he murmured. “Good girl.”

The video "The Caning of Jean Bradley" (2002) is a short erotic corporal punishment film written, directed and produced by Cliff James.

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