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Hot spanking fiction by new special guest author Baddlad17 – strictly over 18s only!
Saturday mornings were a time of the week that my son David had come to dread. After his last thrashing I imposed a tally system, so that any breaking of house rules is jotted down. Then on Saturdays I would examine the book to see if he needed to be given a sharp reminder. The reminder is with a cane, which Ted Wilson, my neighbour and David’s former headmaster, would use on his naked buttocks, hard. Quite often I would add a few swipes with a leather tawse beforehand, just to make sure he really felt the sting of the rattan.
Ted is an expert with the cane. He has many years of experience, ensuring David’s attention. He always targets the sit spot, landing the strokes in a tight band on the lower portion of the boy’s buttocks. He never gave less than four, often six and sometimes eight or ten. Even though David is a big burly rugby player he always ends up in tears by the time the punishment is over.
In addition to hating these Saturday morning canings he had the added humiliation of having to go off and play rugby in the afternoons.
The one positive thing in David’s life is sport. He is an avid football fan, though his biggest passion is rugby. He plays for a local amateur team every Saturday. Of course, after the match the lads usually end up having a few pints and he often arrives home in a drunken stupor. Then, being worse for wear is entered into the tally book and goes towards any punishment he may be due the following week.
He often had a very sore bottom as he walked down the path, his kitbag over his shoulder, heading off to his match. There is no possible way he could be hiding the marks so I had begun to wonder what his teammates must be making of his striped arse on show in the changing room and showers.
Then only last Tuesday I saw David’s coach in the supermarket. Owen Morgan is a big guy standing six feet two high. He is in his late thirties, married with two young children. He is very good looking and obviously very fit and athletic. I have known him for some years as he coached both the junior and senior rugby teams. He made it clear he wanted to have a quiet word with me so I arranged to meet him in the café after I had done the shopping. I saw Owen in the corner so I ordered a coffee and joined him.
Tom it’s good to see you. I don’t see much of you up at the club these days.
I find I have little time to come and watch David play these days, besides he is no longer a boy needing his Dad standing on the touchline encouraging him.
Owen raised his eyebrows and gave me a funny look.
Do you mind if I speak my mind Tom? David may no longer be a boy but I think you still treat him like one at home. I would have to be blind not to notice the cane welts on his backside most weekends. Last Saturday after the match I had a word with him and asked what this is all about. He broke down in tears and poured his heart out to me. In spite of everything though, he told me he still needs to be punished like this and he had become more respectful to both you and his Mother since your neighbour began caning him.
Yes, Ted Wilson knows how to wield a cane, and applies it with vigour to David’s bottom. His years as a Headmaster have stood him in good stead.
Owen’s eyes glazed over.
Mr Edward Wilson! Former Head of Westcliffe! He caned my arse on a few occasions when I was there. He knew how to lay it on. I was sore for days after he gave whacked me; he once gave me six of the best for bunking off maths so I could watch the rugby game. He certainly made an impression on me in more ways than one.
We both grinned but the glint in Owen’s eye made me suspect it had not been a totally unpleasant experience.
Tom can I be blunt with you? In the last few weeks David’s attitude has improved tenfold. It is obvious that the cane is having an effect on his behaviour in general. I remember how painful a caning from Wilson is. I have been having some disciplinary issues with a couple of members of the team, so I wonder, do you think there is any chance he might consider dealing with them the same way he deals with David?
I nearly choked thinking Owen was joking, but it soon became clear he was deadly serious.
If a couple of them show up with striped arses, I am sure the news will soon go round. If the others discover their own arses could be on the line, discipline will certainly improve. Fines seem to have little effect on lads these days. Maybe we need to return to a more physical form of punishment.
I left the café promising Owen I would speak to Ted and get back to him in a couple of days.
I thought Ted was going to have a heart attack when I told him of my conversation with David’s rugby coach. The thought of caning a couple of rugby hunks obviously appealed him!
Tell Morgan to bring them round here on Saturday morning. If David has done anything I will cane the three of them together. Maybe the coach should apply something to the lads’ arses to soften them up before I cane them. At school I recall my sports master’s used to wield a large rubber soled gymshoe to deadly effect. I think they should receive a few swipes with one before I stripe their seats for them.
I telephoned Owen who was eager to meet me at Ted’s house at eleven o clock on Saturday morning.
So on Saturday, I checked the log to see if David would need a trip next door. Since I had introduced the punishment log his behaviour had improved dramatically. No longer am I finding clothes all over his floor or crockery left in the sink. He has cleaned up his act and even helps around the house. The threat of punishment hangs over him but keeps him in line. He had even been to job interviews recently; one of them is very promising. I am finally beginning to think he is growing up. But until such time as he moves out and stands on his own two feet, I shall not be easing up on the strict regime which I have imposed.
The log showed that David only had a couple of minor issues, so a sore arse is not warranted. He went off to rugby with a smooth unmarked bottom. The same cannot be said for two of his teammates.
Danny Jones is a nineteen year old rugby back. He is only about five feet ten but his speed and agility make him perfect for evading the opposition, while taking the ball forward. He has light brown hair and hazel eyes. Firm flat stomach with very pert buttocks which just asked to spanked. His teammate, Harry Cattell plays fly half. He is taller than Danny, at six foot, with dark cropped hair and green eyes. He is very attractive and extremely athletic. Neither of them is built like a tank, they are wiry and agile. I was waiting on Ted’s doorstep when Owen walked up the path with the two players in front of him. I allowed them in and we all go into the lounge where Ted is sitting with a smile on his face eagerly looking forward to the morning’s activity!
The three guys were dressed in tracksuits.
Ted looked at the coach and narrowed his eyes.
Owen Morgan! I remember you from year’s back. I think I had to cane you on a few occasions, back in the day. It must be more than twenty years ago?
Twenty three, Sir to be exact. I still remember the last time.
At this point Owen’s hand subconsciously wandered round to gently touch his firm buttocks. Ted looked at the two lads standing by nervously, clasping their hands.
So what have these young pups been up to then?
Well, turning up late for practice, failing to follow instructions, disobeying my commands and finally going for a drink before training. Fines don’t seem to work and my last resort is to sack them both from the team. However they are both excellent players. I had a meeting with them the other night. As a result, they have agreed to submit to a punishment more in line with how you used to deal with things at school. I feel sure you can turn these lads around. You certainly changed my behaviour Sir.
A broad smile spread across Ted’s face as he continued to observe the three men.
Of course I can, though these young men are no longer schoolboys. The punishment must be stiffer than you received.
Addressing the lads directly, he went on,
Gentlemen, I will cane each of you to save your rugby careers; but it must be severe. You will receive twelve strokes of the gym slipper which will be laid on by Mr Morgan here. Six hard swats on each cheek. These will be followed by eight hard strokes from my cane. Of course those tracksuits bottoms will have to be lowered along with any underwear. I want your bottoms bare for your tannings.
The lads and Morgan seemed quite shocked. Ted opened the drawer in his desk and extracted a large grubby looking oval shaped plimsoll which reminded me of the one my own gym teacher had always carried around during PE classes, ready to wallop any boy who breathed out of line. Next, he opened a cupboard and took out a long whippy rattan, placing it on the desk besides the slipper.
Mr Cattell, please wait outside in the hallway until we have dealt with Mr Jones here.
Harry grimaced before turning and leaving the office.
Ted, firmly in control told Jones,
Stand in front of the desk lad. Pants and underwear down then bend over the desk. Reach across to grip the far side. And stay in position till you are told to get up.
Young Danny did as he is told, in the process revealing white Ralph Lauren underwear which ended up in a heap on top of his tracksuit bottoms. Bending forward his tight muscular buttocks opened and parted revealing some fine hair nestling between his cheeks. Ted handed the large slipper to the grinning coach.
Six hard ones on each buttock, Morgan.
I watched as Morgan lined the plimsoll up gently against the lads left buttock. He raised the slipper high in the air before bringing it swiftly and firmly down, to land with a loud smack on the pale exposed cheek. The sound was electric. Morgan raised the slipper a second time, his face set with grim determination, to crack a second stroke over the first. This time Jones grunted as the lower portion of his left buttock turned increasingly red and looking sore. A further four landed, all on the same side. The coach then moved round and repeated the punishment on the right cheek. Inside a minute a shocked and gasping Jones was fighting to stay bent over, the lower portions of his buttocks burning hot and looking as sore as they certainly were.
Morgan, looking grim, moved aside, while catching his breath as he recovered from his exertions.
Ted seemed very pleased and nodded his approval before speaking.
Get up Jones and go and stand in the corner. Cattell will be slippered before I cane you.
Ted opened the door and summoned Cattell into the office; he froze as the first thing he saw was the state of his teammate’s arse.
Cattell, go to the desk, let your pants and underwear down, and bend over to grip the far side.
Once again Morgan began to swipe the slipper hard across the presented naked muscular cheeks. Cattell’s backside is slightly hairy whereas Jones is smooth. By the time the twelfth had lambasted the guy’s arse he was holding on for dear life. He had sworn loudly halfway through the punishment and the reward is a thirteenth swipe with a warning to hold his tongue or the number of cane strokes would increase to ten.
Cattell stood and gripped his arse, his face contorted with pain, screwing his eyes tight as he tried his best to blink back the tears threatening to roll down his face. As instructed he hobbled across to the wall and stood next to his mate, hands on head.
I hope you are both thoroughly ashamed of yourselves. Big lads like you being treated like boys half your age. I hope Mr Morgan has made his displeasure felt across your posteriors. I will shortly be caning you to ensure the message has got through to you and your teammates, once they see the results.
I looked at the two very red athletic bottoms only inches away from me. I could feel a tightness in my pants as I drank in the sight of these guys. How could this turn me on? After all I am not gay. Maybe it is just the atmosphere and the testosterone in this room.
For a few moments Morgan and Ted chatted happily, remembering times gone by. They even laughed as Morgan recalled some of the thrashings he had received at this man’s hand. Finally Ted stood up and walked over to the desk. He picked up the cane and swished it through the air.
Right you two, approach the desk.
The two guys did as bidden, their semi erect cocks on show as they walked across the room. Their bottoms looked very sore yet even more punishment was coming their way.
Bend over the desk side by side. I want those backsides high and tight. Stay down till I tell you or there will be penalty strokes.
The lads complied, offering their reddened cheeks for more torment. Ted came behind and observed the sight before him. I glanced across at Morgan and can hardly fail to notice his raging cock which is tenting his tracksuit bottoms; so I am not alone!
Ted lined the cane up against Jones’s arse, and then as I had watched him do before with David, he raised it high, before lashing it down hard across the waiting buttocks. The swish, crack and cut is followed by a blood curdling scream from Jones’s throat. As Ted pulled the cane away and raised it ready for the second, the first stripe of fire swelled across the Rugger lads’ backside. Once again the cane lashed the seat, slightly lower than the first time. He now moved across, and measuring the distance sliced the first stroke across Harry Cattell’s backside. The lad jumped up completely surprised and let rip with a
Fuckin’ hell. Ted ignored the remark before ordering the lad back down. He resumed his position and a second one landed quickly almost on top of the first. His reward is a lusty yell.
He now alternated between the two lads striking time and again leaving a pattern of red stripes across each backside. He struck the last two at an angle intersecting the first six causing the lads to howl loudly. Just after he cracked the last stripe across Cattell’s bottom he announced two penalty strokes for the swearing. These came very fast and zipped down with lightning speed across the lads arse. Cattell screamed out
AHH, MY ARSE, before sobbing across the desk.
Right, get up and dressed, both of you. Punishment is completed. I hope you have learned your lesson?
The two young men slowly got up and painfully dressed, covering up their swollen striped buttocks. Each had tears rolling down their cheeks. When they were finally dressed they stood, hands gently massaging their stinging bottoms, unable to stop the tears from falling.
I hope that I have managed to get through to you lads. Remember, when you can sit down, why you have been punished. Now, if your performance and attitude fails to improve I shall be paying a visit to the club with my cane so I can thrash you in front of the rest of the team. I am also giving Mr Morgan here this old gymshoe so he can use it as he sees fit on you or any other member of the team who deserve it. Now you may go to your Match and best of luck for this afternoon.
Owen took the slipper with thanks, his large cock still quite swollen in his pants as he ushered the two distressed players out and down to his car, where no doubt they would have a very hard and bumpy ride down to the club.
Ted seemed to be really enjoying his new hobby and over the next few weeks, in addition to keeping David in line, he visited the club after training on Wednesday evenings. A new regime is now in force for the Rugger lads. Any bad behaviour is dealt with in the changing rooms by the application of the gymshoe and the cane.
Once more, Ted is more than happy he has been called in to help!
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 © MMXIII by Baddlad17, used here by very kind permission
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