Erotic fiction by Rod Cayenne
“Ah hello there Gordon!”
“Hello Uncle!”
They shook hands. Gordon couldn’t help but admire his Uncle’s police uniform. It was still immaculate despite the earlier exertions.
“How’s the job going?”
“It’s brilliant. Hard and tiring but really interesting. Thanks for your help with arranging it.”
“My pleasure! Make sure you give it 100%. Jobs like that don’t come around everyday.”
“No, I know. I’m really grateful.”
“Good. And good of you to come round too. You got the message then?”
“Yes, Mum passed it on. What can I be doing for you then?”
“Well, it’s funny you should mention your mother.”
“Why’s that?”
“Well, I have spoken to your parents and they tell me you were caught masturbating in the living room.”
“Oh that! That was a couple of weeks ago now. I’m very sorry about that. It was very embarrassing.”
“Indeed. How do you suppose your mother felt?”
“Mmmm. Terrible I guess.”
“Well, all men masturbate. Most have the sense to do it discreetly though.”
“Mmm, yes sorry. I’m very embarrassed. Very embarrassed.”
“So you should be. I’m very disappointed with you.”
“Where’s this all leading, Uncle? I really don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to spoil our friendship.”
“Oh it won’t spoil our friendship, I can assure you. Now tell me honestly – were you looking at porn at the time you were caught? You know us coppers have seen it all.”
“No Uncle I wasn’t looking at porn. Although I was fingering myself at the time.”
“WHAT? In the living room?”
“Yes, yes, I know. I shouldn’t have been.”
“Quite. Most inappropriate.”
“Mum washed the leather sofas down afterwards.”
“Eeeeeew. So you really upset her then?”
“Yes, but I didn’t mean to.”
“That’s not really good enough, is it? What have you done to make amends?”
“Well nothing really. I did think about flowers and chocolates, but to be honest the whole thing was so embarrassing that I didn’t want to remind her about it.”
“So apart from the moment she caught you, you haven’t discussed it with her.”
“No, Uncle.”
“And what about your father? Have you discussed it with him?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Well I have! In fact I have discussed it with both of them. They are still unhappy about it. And very annoyed that you have been too cowardly to apologise at any length.”
“I see. I just didn’t realise.”
“Well, we need to have closure on this business.”
“Oh yes please, uncle. Let’s finish it.”
“You know I have a cane?”
“Oh yes, Uncle. I hear it’s had some use lately!” he chuckled and then suddenly realised he was walking into a trap. “Surely you’re not thinking of hitting me with it?”
“Well, I wasn’t. But your parents have recommended that I do.”
“They what?”
“They recommended that I give you a good thrashing to clear the air.”
“No way. No way!”
“Think about it for a few minutes, Gordon. I’m sure you’ll realise it’s the ideal solution to the problem.”
“No way!”
“I said think about it for a few minutes. I’ll put the kettle on.”
He returned with two mugs of tea and a plate of biscuits, all on a metal tray. He took off his uniform jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves.
“I hope you are still considering, Gordon.”
“Well, yes I am, Uncle. It’ll hurt won’t it?”
“Oh yes, my boy, it will hurt like hell. But sometimes you have to be brave. I’ll go and fetch the cane from upstairs.”
Of course, this was all a charade. The cane had already seen some use that day, and had only been taken upstairs for effect. Gordon thought about making a run for it, but he’d already been hurt by his uncle’s mention of cowardice.
After a long couple of minutes, Uncle returned, cane in hand.
“Can I have a look, Uncle?”
He was handed the cane. He swished it around. It didn’t look too bad.
“It doesn’t look too bad, Uncle. Can I keep my trousers on if I agree to a caning?”
“No.”
“No?”
“No, of course not. No, no, no. That’s just ridiculous! The cane is made for the bare bottom. I used to use this as part of my duties, you know. This cane used to rule the village, just as the headmaster’s one ruled the school.” Uncle was trotting out his well-rehearsed lines.
“Six of the best?” Gordon asked him, not really aware that he was starting negotiations.
“No, it’ll have to be more than that, my boy. How old are you now?”
“Nineteen! Oh, no hang on, no, I’m not taking nineteen strokes!”
“Yes, that would be harsh for your first caning.” Gordon wasn’t sure he liked the use of the word “first” in this context! “Now, let me think. Let me think. I think that there are twelve letters in the word MASTURBATING.”
“OK, you win Uncle. I’ll take twelve strokes. Don’t be too hard on me please!” Gordon’s compliance was surprising.
“Twelve strokes, bare bottom.”
“Yes, Uncle.”
“Well, hurry up then. BARE THAT BOTTOM NOW, or do you want me to do it for you?”
“Yes Uncle, you do it!”
Uncle was shocked. He was the one who was meant to be playing games, but now it seemed as if his nephew was taking the lead.
Uncle unbuckled Gordon’s belt and eased his jeans down to the floor. Black boxers were revealed and Uncle whipped these down too. Gordon’s pert, hairy arse was a beauty. Uncle patted it gently and fondly.
“Over the chair. Hands on the seat. Don’t attempt to touch your seat by the way, unless you want extra strokes, that is!”
“No, don’t worry Uncle, I’ll do as I’m told.”
“Good lad.” said Uncle, secretly hoping that Gordon wouldn’t be able to do as he was told! “Stick that arse out for me!”
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
SWISH-CRACK!
Gordon was taking the strokes in his stride. Uncle was more than a bit annoyed. Perhaps the lad was no stranger to the cane? But that was nigh on impossible, wasn’t it? Best make the strokes harder anyway…
SWISH-CRAAACK!
“OWWW!”
“Aha, glad to see you’re awake lad!”
SWISH-CRACK!
“AAAAAARGH!”
“Let it out boy! I’ll teach you to masturbate in public indeed!”
SWISH-CRAACK!
“OWWWWW!”
SWISH-CRACK!
“OUCH!”
“Keep your penis in your pants in future, boy!”
“Yes Uncle, yes Uncle”
“Unless you want regular whippings?”
SWISH-CRACK!
“ARRRGGGH!”
SWISH-CRACK!
“AAAARGH!”
“And one extra for luck I think!”
“No!”
SWISH-CRACK!
“YEEOW!”
After the caning, Gordon had an erection. Uncle was not pleased.
“Hmmm. Well I never! I haven’t seen one of those in a while. It seems you need taking in hand, young Gordon. I’ll talk to your parents about you staying here for a fortnight or so, so that I can sort you out properly.”
Gordon hated the idea – or did he?
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Story © 2012 by rod cayenne
Once again the long arm of the law has shown Gordon that his indiscreet behaviour will not be condoned. He will make sure he self-pleasures behind a locked door in future, and I wonder what his Uncle has in store for him during his two week stay-over? As there will only be two of them there, and it will take place behind a locked door, no laws are being broken, but I’m sure Uncle won’t need an excuse to take his cane to Gordon’s bare bottom once again. Can’t wait for Part 5.
I liked your use of the name “Gordon.” It made me think of Gordon Ramsey being on the receiving end for a change.
Hugs,
Hermione
Hermione – Oh him! What a ****! I’ve just read your blog piece about him…
Jonathan – thanks for the comment. A fifth part? Why not, eh?
By the way Hermione, it’s Ramsay, not Ramsey! Six of the best for you for that spelling mistake! LOL…
and still the mystery remains about the sibling. Good to see Uncle got a response from Gordon even if there is a slight hint that this is not the first time or at least knowing sibling was caned has led to fantasies that led to the shameful display.
It seems to me that Gordon was let off quite lightly. He also seems to have a problem with an inappropriate erection. Our friendly, horny cop should take him in hand and the extended stay seems like a good idea. Perhaps the sibling should also be “invited”…
Thanks for the comment sukemnsee.