Explicit adult fiction by Rod Cayenne
The story so far: Uncle is a silver-haired policeman facing retirement. His disciplinary cane is back in use. His 19-year-old nephew, Gordon, is staying with him for a fortnight, with the aim of curbing excessive masturbation.
Part 1 is here
Part 2 is here
Part 3 is here
Part 4 is here
Part 5 is here
Part 6 is here
Part 7 is here
And now read on for Part 8!
Uncle and Sarge stood in the front room, looking at Gordon slumped asleep on the sofa. “What a dozy lad!” said Sarge. “He could use a bit of a wake-up call!”
In truth, it was an exceptionally hot Saturday afternoon in what had been a dismal summer. It was no wonder Gordon had nodded off. He was a sound sleeper, but soon he would be facing a sound caning! Both men were in their police uniforms and both held a crook-handled cane.
“How are we going to play this then?” asked Sarge.
“Well, I thought maybe we’d cane him at the same time. One of us on the left of him, and one on the right. We’ll alternate strokes. That way, he should get a uniform thrashing. If you’ll excuse the pun!”
“Very good! Looks like he’s stirring a bit. Or maybe not. He looks a bit older than nineteen. We’re caning him bare bottom?”
“Yes of course, it’s got to be that way. Adds to the humiliation. What about handcuffs? Shall we?”
“Oh yes! That would be fun. We’ll beat him police black and police blue to match, shall we?”
“Mmmm, indeed. Glad to see you’re getting into the spirit of things.”
“And I can stay the night?”
“Yes, of course. Although I’m not sure how to organise the sleeping arrangements. Do you want to sleep with Gordon or me or both of us?”
“I suppose a fuck’s out of the question?”
“Well, it is with me. I doubt Gordon will be up for it either as his bottom’s going to be sore as hell. We could have a jolly good wank together though, if you like. Gordon might be up for it as well. Is that what they call a circle jerk?”
“Well, I think you’d probably need more than just the three of us for one of those. But a trio could be fun. Or just the two of us. How are we going to wake him up then?”
“How about I stand by the sofa and cane the top of it? That’ll wake him up and then he’ll see you in your sexy uniform and with a cane in your hand.”
“I like it. I like it a lot!”
It worked a treat! The cane landed on the sofa with a resounding CRACK! Gordon leapt up, startled. Both policemen laughed like mad. Gordon walked over to Sarge and shook his hand, saying, “I’m Gordon, well-known naughty boy and evil masturbator!”
“Let’s get down to it, Gordon! We are going to cane you now. Six strokes each, simultaneously. I will be on the left hand side, and Sarge will be on the right.”
“Cool, thanks Uncle. I’ve been looking forward to it.”
Was he joking? Had he turned into a secret spanko overnight? The boy was full of surprises today.
“Not as much as I have, boy!” said Sarge, bending him over the coffee table. Sarge then took down the lad’s jeans and underpants. An unmarked bottom was clearly displayed. Sarge gave it a quick SMACK! Suddenly, Uncle grabbed Gordon’s arms and snapped on the handcuffs!
“Shit!” exclaimed Gordon.
“WATCH YOUR MOUTH!” warned Sarge. The two policemen took up position behind Gordon, the double beating was about to commence!
SWISH-CRACK! SWISH-CRACK!
“Aargh!” cried Gordon as the left and right canes thrashed his arse.
SWISH-CRACK! SWISH-CRACK!
“OWWW!” It was a double-whammy alright!
SWISH-CRACK! SWISH-CRACK!
“Oooh!” The canes hit home.
SWISH-CRACK! SWISH-CRACK!
“Ow, ow, OW!” The heat and pain from the double strokes was immense.
SWISH-CRACK! SWISH-CRACK!
“OOOH! No more please, Uncle! Sarge!”
SWISH-CRACK! SWISH-CRACK!
“OWWWW!”
“Right, get up Gordon! That’s all for now,” explained Uncle, “but there will be more later or in the morning. Sarge will be staying overnight as your guest. Is that clear?”
Well, it wasn’t really clear at all, but Gordon had no choice but to play along, “Yes, of course, Uncle.” Sarge unlocked the handcuffs.
“Right, come here!” Sarge instructed Gordon. Sarge slapped Gordon’s face, saying, “That’s for the foul language!”
Uncle started barking orders next, “Gordon, take all your clothes off. Take both canes and go and wait for us in my bed.”
Gordon left the room feeling subdued, with a sore bottom and wounded pride. In fact, everything was just as it should be! He closed the door. Sarge and Uncle spent a few minutes of quality time on the sofa, kissing and cuddling.
“Right, let’s go and see him then,” said Uncle.
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story © 2012 by Rod Cayenne
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