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Hot spanking fiction by special guest author Sukemnsee – strictly over 18s only!
My dear Great Uncle Rudolph died recently, he had made it to 98. Herbie and I are his two executors, having been close to him since we were teenagers. We always called him Great Uncle because it seemed the right term for someone of his generation, but in actual fact he was more of a second cousin removed.
Herbert, to give him his proper name, was also a distant cousin of mine, but of my generation. If it had not been for Great Uncle Rudolph we would have hardly known each other existed. He introduced us and other carefully selected and vetted cousins when we were about 18, certainly none of our associates at the time was more than 25, and for a shy teen that was a big age gap. Rudolph by then was in his mid-fifties.
His housekeeper was an Italian, a younger man, probably about 30 then. I say housekeeper as back then this was the way he was referred to, at least to outsiders and the unknowing. It was only when Rudolph was 70 that he told the world that Gianni was his long term lover, a sign of the times changing. Regrettably Gianni died suddenly three years later and so there would be no official Civil Partnership, etc.
My parents and probably others were a bit sniffy about my early visits. There were questions about what we did, who wore what, who was there, etc. No doubt as things became more obvious in my later years, any blame was put on Rudolph.
I was always selective in what I reported. There was plenty I did not need to censor, but on the other hand, as the years moved on and I became a more frequent visitor to formal invitation-only grand teas etc, there was a lot I just did not tell anyone about. I would guess that Herbie was just as selective with his people. There were other guests apart from Herbie and I, of course, but we were the two who stayed as companions to the end.
We came across some reels of Super-8 film as we went through one of the many cabinets in his archive room. Herbie and I took a break and set up the old projector. The first film was of tennis matches. It was in fact Herbie playing against Gianni. The Italian was a fine player who teased us constantly by letting us get close to winning, but in the end he always had the upper hand. Neither of us knew any of this was filmed and we both wondered how much would to be revealed. To this day, I remember what used to happen to me and also Herbie after a tennis match! Sure enough, as the filmed match ended, it was revealed that Herbie had lost quite badly that day. It was time to pay for that! The camera recorded the obligatory handshake over the net and then a few moments later zoomed in on the naked bottom of Herbie who was by now bent over a chair at the side of the court, being soundly slippered by Rudolph till he was very red indeed! Neither of us had ever realised this was being filmed. I think there were only one or two times we had seen each other being slippered as most times it was a singles match against Gianni. He must have been the one filming on this occasion.
No doubt, I was also filmed in the same manner as I lost frequently and received much attention that often brought me to tears. It never stopped me coming back for another session, however! We watched several films that day. Some must have been commercially made, but many were home movies and these inevitably involved forms of punishment or man-on-man sex. Herbie came home with me that night as we were so fired up, though I had to promise that I had no hidden cameras! It transpired that both of us had secretly wanted a sex session with Gianni, but any encounters we had on our visits were only with our own band of associates. It almost felt like there was fear of crossing the boundary, of taking advantage of us younger men, even though we were all horny little rutters going through our most active phase.
One other day, we were going another box that had velvet cloth inside. It was wrapped around some very select photographs. It was an amazing collection of vintage Edwardian-era photographs, the first visions of pornography. Mind you, what was totally scandalous back then, that could lead to imprisonment and disgrace, is nothing by today’s standards, but you immediately got the feeling of a forbidden pleasure, a private vice, a risky adventure. Also in the box, in wonderful copperplate writing, was a reference journal that described the pictures and attributed photographers such as von Gloeden, Pluschow and Galdi and listed prices paid and sources of acquisition.
Herbie was fascinated by one picture, which was rather different from the others. It was of a switching, a beating, of our shared interest! Herbie revealed that he had never indulged in a session with such a fine switch and he was intrigued by the fine definition shown on the photograph. Personally, I suspected some artistic licence, but I did not want to puncture the illusion. I promised Herbie a trip to some woods for a similar, mutual session when the weather improved, and for good measure we would get photos taken.
It took us six weeks to carefully sift through the effects of Great Uncle Rudolph and more than six months to realise the proceeds of the sale of the items we had released. I kept a lot of the vintage photographs and Herbie retained most of the Super-8 films.
Herbie and I meet quite regularly now, the clearance of Great Uncle’s effects reinvigorated for both of us the pleasures of being punished. Herbie loves to work his way through my stand full of canes. They are used on my tender posterior, but then I get to use all manner of straps and restraints in return.
Maybe now is the time for us to develop our own circle of acolytes who one day may process our worldly effects sometime after we are caned for the very last time. Such a group need not be as selective or difficult to maintain as it would have been in our formative years. I can see great adventure ahead!
D I S C L A I M E R
All characters appearing in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real businesses or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Story © MMXIV by Sukemnsee, used here by very kind permission
Photo is a selfie by Rod Cayenne, © MMXIII
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