David was 37, and reasonably successful. He was married to an adoring wife, had two kids and a job that paid the bills.
He did however suffer from a certain degree of discontent. It was to do with his personal behaviour. He acknowledged that he was rash, and could mouth off at times. He hated this as he always felt embarrassed if he upset anyone. He was basically a decent fellow.
One Saturday morning he was hassled and needed petrol. As he made his way through town, he approached a small roundabout. The car on his inside was going ahead and not turning left as he had anticipated.
Driving through the roundabout, David acknowledged his mistake with a raising of his hand but this was met by an angry flash from the older driver, now behind him. Again David raised his hand and again he was flashed. Blinded by annoyance David started to give the other driver the “wanker’s handshake.” David sped off.
At the petrol station he had just started to fill up when the other driver approached him. He had followed David into the garage. A heated exchange led to David saying, “Look, I am sorry and was totally at fault. What can I do but apologise?”
The other driver, an older chap about mid 60s, started on about the ignorance of youth, bad manners, and so forth. David suddenly felt as if he was being lectured by an older relative and became rather subdued, realising how much he had upset the older driver.
“Look Sir, I am truly sorry, and yes it was ignorant and rude of me to wave at you like that. I accept totally that I am at fault, and I am sorry.”
“Sometimes sorry is not enough young man! Manners like yours need to be taught a lesson, That’s what’s wrong with society nowadays.”
David perked up at these clear undertones and replied “So you think I need to be taught a lesson do you?”
“You most certainly do young man,” was the response. A stand-off ensued.
David, in a low voice, said “You are probably right to say that Sir, but at my age what exactly kind of lesson could I be taught?”
The older man replied “In days gone by, young chaps like you who disrespected their elders were given a damned good thrashing. That always taught them a lesson and they were the better for it. Nowadays of course you suggest that and the goodie two shoes brigade will have you up for cruelty. I bet you would benefit from that!”
They both looked at each other and impulsively David replied “I am sorry and you are right Sir, I did disrespect you and probably do need to be taught a lesson.”
The older man took a card from his pocket and handed it to David. “My mobile number if you decide to go down that route, lad.”
David was now sporting an erection that showed his interest in what the older guy was suggesting. Was this man actually offering to give him a spanking?
The following day David had thought long and hard about it. He decide to call the number.
“Er, hello, Mr Green?”
“Yes this is he, and you are?”
“I am that disrespectful lad you spoke to in the garage yesterday, Sir.”
“Ah yes, the one who needs a lesson in manners.”
“Sir, can I ask exactly what you meant when you said that?”
“And what do you think I meant, as I thought it was pretty clear?”
“Eh, well I thought you were suggesting some form of, well kind of you know?”
Mr Green interrupted “Oh spit it out lad, say what you mean.”
“OK Sir. I thought you were suggesting I would benefit from being chastised by you.”
“Yes lad that is exactly what I suggested…and your question now is?”
“Well Sir, if I did think that was the best way forward what would happen?”
“What would happen lad is that you would come over to my house and I would give you some old-fashioned punishment. You would have your arse well thrashed.”
There was a silence and then Mr Green spoke again. “Well lad, you are either sat there cock in hand or you are thinking you need this. Which is it?”
Had Mr Green but known, and he possibly did, it was both.
Taking a deep breath David replied “Sir, I am serious and think it would be for the best if you did punish me for my behaviour.”
“Right then. No time like the present. Can you come now? I live just outside the town.”
15 minutes later David was knocking on Mr Green’s front door.
The door was answered by an elderly lady who said, “Ah, you must be David. Come in.”
David was taken aback but followed through to the lounge where Mr Green was. “This is my wife,” he said and formal introductions took place.
“Cup of coffee David, we were just having ours?”
As she left the room Mr Green, seeing David’s reaction said, “She knows why you are here, lad.”
For whatever reason David had thought Mr Green would be living alone. As they drank the coffee Mrs Green asked all sorts of reasonable questions about why David was in the area, as he was Scottish and this was England. Then she said “Well David, I believe my husband is going to teach some manners today, is he not?”
“Eh yes he is, Mrs Green,” replied David.
“Well I am sure it is for the best. Now will you follow me please, David?”
David followed Mrs Green to the upstairs study where she told him to wait for Mr Green. She then left him on his own. David viewed his surroundings. He saw a desk, chair and cupboard which all reminded him of his old Headmaster’s office.
After a few minutes Mr Green entered the room and removed his jacket.
“Right lad! I intend to teach you a sound lesson today. I will give you a well-deserved spanking, followed by the cane. Have you had the cane before?”
Blushing deeply, David admitted that he and his wife sometimes played bedroom games. They owned a cane that she would often lay it on his backside.
Mr Green’s eyes opened widely at this and he said, “Ah, an aficionado?” asking, “And have you experienced any discipline from a man before?”
David confessed that in the past he had been disciplined by an older friend. He further confessed that he knew he had missed these disciplinary sessions and that he was pleased to have met Mr Green.
“It is open to question if you will remain pleased for long, David, but we will see. Right now I want your trousers and socks off please.”
David complied. He had expected this.
“Now your top as well please.”
Standing only in pants David felt very vulnerable. Mr Green pulled the hard backed chair into the middle of the room and called David to his side.
“Get over my lap then, lad.”
David placed himself over Mr Green’s knees. David felt the old man’s hands rest on his pants. A hard slap followed, and then another close after. A thorough spanking followed.
“Stand up and take your pants down for me. That’s right. Kick them off.”
Back over his chastiser’s lap the hard spanking resumed, this time on his naked rear. This raised more than a few yells from the victim!
The door opened and Mrs Green entered. “Now David dear, you are being a bit noisy. I can hear you downstairs, and as the back door is open for some air, the neighbours may hear too!”
David felt humiliated as Mrs Green smiled and looked at him draped over her husband’s lap. The spanking finished, David stood up. He couldn’t avoid the admiring eyes of Mrs Green. She spoke to her husband, “Now dear, as David was brought up in Scotland have you considered your tawse? I know how much you like to use it.”
What was going on here? That was what David was asking himself, as the husband and wife talked about him in a matter of fact sort of way.
“Good idea! Right David. I am going to tawse you. You will raise your hands up and take three on each palm. After each stroke change hands.”
David had not been tawsed for over fifteen years but he remembered the drill well. Mr Green opened one of the desk drawers and produced a blackened leather two-tailed tawse. He raised it over his right shoulder, then brought it whistling down on the very apprehensive David’s palm. David shouted out and grabbed his palms between his legs and shouted “Fuck!”
“Not good, David. And in front of Mrs Green!”
“Sorry, sssorry Mrs Green,” stammered David. He raised his palms again. The tawse landed viciously again. David’s reaction was similar but without the swearing. He took six agonising strokes.
“And are you learning a lesson?” asked Mr Green.
Going to the cupboard, Mr Green selected a cane from several hanging within. He instructed David to bend over the desk.
“Hold on tight lad! You have twelve strokes to come, and if you stand up I will add two penalty strokes.”
Feeling humiliated under Mrs Green’s gaze, David did as instructed. He waited to feel the cane. He knew it was going to be delivered much harder than his wife ever did. Still with that thought in mind, a sudden cracking noise accompanied by excruciating pain proved him correct!
David yelled out an agonising “AAAAAAAARGH!”
A second stroke followed with similar reaction. The caning continued apace and after the eighth stroke David was in such agony, that he jumped up, hoping for some respite. Realising immediately that he was in the wrong, he bent back over.
As the twelfth stroke cut home Mr Green said, “And now as promised two extra for standing.“
The first of these landed suddenly, cutting deeply across the other strokes. The final stroke landed alongside. David held on tightly, in case there was more to come for having sworn. Fortunately, that had been forgiven or forgotten and David was told to stand. He stood in front of his chastiser and his wife, naked and close to tears with pain and humiliation.
“Now I believe you need to apologise to my wife for your language and to me for your behaviour. I think should also thank me for teaching you a lesson.”
David started to speak, “Mrs Green, I am ever so sorry for my language and I hope that you were not offended.”
Mrs Green smiled and said, “It was very rude of you, but you have been punished and I accept your apology.”
“Mr Green, Sir, I am sorry for my disrespect yesterday and for my general behaviour. I also want to thank you for teaching me the lesson you have today.”
Mr Green smiled and shook David’s hand.
“I accept your apology David and you took your beating well. I believe in corporal punishment and I think you can see the benefits of it as well. We live close to each other, so if you ever feel the need for another lesson then Mrs Green and I are always here to help you.”
David was left to dress and then ushered out of the house. As he was being shown out by Mrs Green she asked, “Will we see you again David?”
“Yes Ma’am I am sure you will. I’m sure you will.”
David left a pained but happy chap who knew what had been missing from his life until now. And now he knew how he could get it again. Then his thoughts turned to his scorched bottom and how he would explain the stripes to his wife, if she saw them.
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