PC Tim Johnson and Superintendent Sara Llewelyn strode purposely up the drive. Charles had noticed them coming, so he quickly got up and let them in.
“You’ve got the wrong day! Ben’s not here.”
“And where exactly is he? And when will he be back?” Superintendent Llewelyn demanded.
“Oh I’ve arranged to pick him up much later, at 11. He’s at a friend’s.”
“Not one of those speeders, I hope?” Tim asked.
“No, I’ve told him to drop them. Anyway, come in and sit down.”
“The truth is it’s you we’ve come to see Charles,” Tim said.
“Yes, I’ve been thinking about Ben’s behaviour,” the Superintendent sighed, “I think it may be due to his stepfather’s neglect of his duty of care! Be a love and go and fetch the canes.”
Now it was the turn of Charles to sigh. She was right of course. But he couldn’t help feeling he had been set up by his good mate Tim. Maybe he’d told her about their little session a while back and how much enjoyment Charles had found in having his arse thrashed?
“No, it’s not OK!” said Superintendent Llewelyn. “Now hurry along and bring me those canes.”
Charles received 12 severe strokes of the whippy junior cane from Tim. He was surprised he was allowed to keep his trousers on for this.
“My turn now. It’s the senior cane for you now! I shall take your trousers and pants down. Let’s play a little game, shall we? How about we demand complete silence from you for the next 12? Unless you want extras?” she laughed sadistically.
She pulled his trousers and pants down, and groped his cock and arse. He moaned a little.
“Charles, I thought I told you I wanted complete silence! Six extra!” With that she thrust her unlubricated finger up his arsehole. Just as she and he had done to Ben. Although not entirely unpleasant, it hurt and was all that Charles could do to remain silent as she probed him thoroughly.
Under the cane, Charles was not silent. She had a very good technique and he was soon gasping and cursing. The cane left bright red tramlines all over. The final few strokes were given at the tops of his thighs and he made a lot of noise, so he felt sure he would be awarded another set of extras.
Fortunately for him, Superintendent Llewelyn had other ideas, “Wow! That was quite a turn-on, thank you, Charles. 30 strokes, just like Ben,” she said. “How about the three of us go to bed now?”
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