Calling In Some Help – Part 2 – David Needs A Reminder (M/M)

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It had been almost two months since my son had received the hiding of his life. His former Headmaster administered a hard caning before I smacked his bare bottom almost blue. That had finally restrained his laddish behaviour. As a reminder, hanging up in his wardrobe, taunting him every time he opened the door, was the very same cane that had whipped his bottom. It was there as a warning that should his behaviour slip, he would find himself bending over for another hiding.

I saw Ted in the garden on a couple of occasions. He enquired how David’s behaviour had been since his punishment, and I was able to report had been very positive. He smiled at me with a knowing look.

But for how long Tom? David will need a reminder before long. You let me know if I can be of any more help. I shall be only too happy to cane him again.

I sensed Ted had enjoyed thrashing my son. It must have brought back memories of the many boys he had beaten over the years. This last time, there had been a distinct advantage. He had caned David on his bare bottom; something that would never have been allowed at school.

Ted proved to be right though. In spite of the threat of future punishment, David gradually began to slip slowly back into his old ways. Dirty socks and pants left in his bedroom for days on end was just the start. I opened his bedroom door one morning to find him masturbating furiously while watching porn on his computer. As soon as I entered he tried his best to hide his throbbing cock with one hand while attempting hopelessly to switch off his computer. His bedroom reeked of dirty socks and other unpleasant young male odours.

Dad! Get out! He hollered at me.

I stared at my son trying to hide his deep embarrassment at being caught wanking.

No David I will not get out. You seem to have forgotten the promise Mr Wilson and I made to you a few weeks back.

I walked to the wardrobe opened it and extracted the whippy rattan that Ted had given me.

I think you need another reminder son.

Dad no! I promise I will clean up my act. Please, that caning hurt like fuck. Mr Wilson could cane hard enough at school over trousers but on my bare arse it stung ten times worse. Please give me a break. My son’s eyes began to fill with tears as I held the cane in my hands.

One last chance David. Clean up this room, move your washing into the bin and if you need to masturbate do so when the house is empty or go to the bathroom. If your behaviour slips again we will be taking a trip round to Mr Wilson’s with this and he will cane your bottom harder than last time. Is that clear son?

David looked relieved at the reprieve and eagerly nodded his agreement. I knew of course that he was walking a tightrope. In spite of his assurances it was not long before David began to slip again. I received a phone call late one night, which proved to be the final straw. On the other end of the line David slurred out that he was at the police station. He had been arrested for peeing in a doorway as he walked home drunk. The police decided not to press charges but to let him off with a warning. When I arrived at the station to pick him up, the desk sergeant looked at me with pity.

It’s a shame he’s grown up sir. What that lad could do with is a bloody good hiding. Even lads his age could do with it every now and then. My lads are still teenagers and they know if they did anything like this I would leather their backsides so hard they wouldn’t sit down for a week.

The sergeant was obviously serious, so I said to him as I left, that tomorrow that is exactly what was planned for this big lad. He looked impressed.

I rose early and made my way round to Ted’s. The old man opened the door still in his dressing gown.

Tom you are early, what can I do for you?

Can I come in for a minute; I need to talk to you? It’s about David

Ted gave me a knowing look before bidding me enter. I was shown into the lounge and offered a cup of tea which I declined.

Does the young pup need another thrashing Tom?

Yes, he does. I went on to explain the events of the previous evening before going over his steady decline of the previous weeks. The old man sat shaking his head.

I think it is time the boy received a stern reminder Tom. Bring him round here in about an hour, and make sure he brings the cane with him. It’s time he had another bottom warming.

Dad please! I am sorry, it won’t happen again.

Sorry won’t do it this time son. Mr Wilson will shortly be giving you a caning and you will be getting some punishment from me as well.

David sat on his bed, tears rolling down his face as I told him to get dressed and prepare for his beating.

You know the choice son. Pack your bags and leave, or take your punishment. As long as you live under my roof you will do as I say.

Reluctantly David put on a pair of football shorts and a T shirt. He was still hungover though that was not going to spare him what was coming. Taking the cane out of the wardrobe I handed it to him.

This is for you; Mr Wilson will beat you with it.

David looked fearfully at the rod. My son was almost six feet tall with dark hair and hazel eyes. He has the build of a rugby player, chunky and meaty with a firm slender stomach and thick muscular thighs and buttocks. Yet his demeanour now was of a little boy fearful for his arse.

We made our way round to Ted’s; he opened the door as we walked up the path. David had slipped the cane under his arm trying his best to conceal the instrument in case anyone should see us. As I followed him up the path my eyes were glued to his shorts covered rear which would shortly be exposed to receive much needed punishment.

Hello David. I hear you have been misbehaving again young man. Come in.

David walked into the hall, Ted and I following. Ted walked past us and opened the door leading into his study.

David, wait here while your Father and I discuss your fate. Pass me the cane young man.

David handed the cane over and stood by the door, as had been the custom at school, his arms by his side awaiting the summons. I followed Ted into the study and closed the door.

Tom! He needs real big boy punishments this time. I want you to give him eight hard ones with this.

From a drawer in the desk Ted extracted a long strip of leather the last third of which was split into two strips. My eyes looked in wonder at this instrument.

It’s called a tawse Tom. I used to use it on occasion at school to warm the hands of smokers before giving them the cane. In Scotland this was used almost exclusively in schools, nearly always on the hands. I have often wondered what it would be like if used on a boy’s bottom. Now is the time to find out. Eight with the tawse, from you, then I will give him eight with the cane.

I thought it was a fairly hefty punishment but he did need to learn his lesson. Perhaps this would get through to David. I took the tawse from Ted who led me over to the sofa. He placed a couple of cushions together and told me to take a few practice swings to get the feel for it. While I was doing this he swished the cane a few times through the air limbering up ready for action. Once I had swung a few strokes I felt confident enough to give it a go, so with a nod to Ted, he opened the door and summoned David into the room.

Young man, stand by the desk hands at your sides. Your Father tells me you were arrested last night for urinating in a public place and being drunk and disorderly. You deserve a real thrashing for that. The fact you are twenty one and a grown man will not spare you; if anything the punishment needs to be particularly severe. I hope you are suitably ashamed? Have you any idea how your behaviour reflects on your parents? And then we must come to your laddish behaviour again. Your Father has told me he caught you literally in the act of masturbating while watching a pornographic video on your computer. Socks and underwear are once again being left strewn across your bedroom floor. And you are leaving plates and cups unwashed in the sink.

To sum up, you are a bone idle, layabout, who in spite of your age, still needs to have his trousers taken down to be given a good tanning. Stand in front of the desk. When David had done so, Ted went on, Let down your shorts then bend over. Your Father will be giving you the belt. Then I shall cane you.

David glanced in horror at me as he heard the sentence, seeming to notice the strap for the first time. My lad hitched his thumbs into the waist band of his shorts and slipped them down where they gathered around his ankles. He bent over the desk mooning both of us.

Was there a little provocation in the way he did that?

I placed the leather across the centre of the pale white buttocks, which were totally unmarked. David flinched as the cold leather gently caressed his cheeks. Raising my arm high I took aim and lashed the belt down. It landed with a loud splatt, dead centre. David gasped as the tongs of fire kissed his bottom. As I raised the belt for the second stroke I noticed two very distinct marks left from the first. The second landed a little lower and my son kicked his leg back and groaned.

He became more and more vocal through the remaining lashes as the leather tawse left a spectacular pattern across his buttocks turning them to a deep red colour. By the time I lashed the eighth he was crying out in agony.

Ted stood by watching, clearly impressed at the marks the tawse had left. As I stood aside he swished the cane and swapped places with me.

Now David that was a reminder of what to expect when you treat your parent’s home like a hotel. I will now give you the cane for urinating in public, being drunk, and causing your father to come to the police station to collect you. Eight strokes is very lenient. By rights I should give you a dozen, so think yourself lucky.

The cane swished through the air before Ted lined it up against David’s bottom. He took aim, then slashed the cane hard across the boys red striped buttocks. The crack of the cane rang round the study before David yelled lustily as the first stroke bit deeply into his already tenderised cheeks. Ted paid no attention to his yelp and lined up another. My lad’s buttocks quivered as the rod sliced a second time into his bottom. He screamed a pitying yell as the cane began to really get through to him.

Ted zipped the cane hard across his buttocks again and again, taking no notice of the crying and pleading. By the time the last stroke bit, David was howling. His backside was a mass of welts and stripes, he was crying real tears as the pain and humiliation of his punishment finally got through to him.

You can get up now David, Ted said gently.

My son slowly stood, his hands immediately went to rub and massage his stinging bottom. He stood in front of us, his face red and tear streaked. His large thick cock was at half-mast flopping around before us, while his hands were heavily engaged trying to ease the fire blazing across his behind.

Go and stand facing the wall, hands on your head and think about why you have been punished. Let me give you a word of warning. If your Father tells me you have been in trouble with the police again, your backside will be so sore you won’t be able to sit for a week

Ted nodded at me as David limped across the room. Like a little boy he obeyed without question, standing with his nose to the wall, his red sore bottom still bare, facing us.

Ted went out to make us a cup of tea leaving me alone with my son, who was still quietly sobbing in the corner.

David. I hope you have finally learned your lesson. Mr Wilson has suggested that maybe we ought to conduct maintenance spankings to keep you in order. Basically that means you will be punished every week regardless of whether you have done anything wrong or not. However I feel that may be a little harsh. I promise you this though, from now on, any breaking of the rules, however minor, will go into a tally book. Then on Saturday mornings we will be paying a visit here to Mr Wilson and your backside will pay the price. Is that clear?

David quietly whispered his understanding before Ted returned with our tea. After a full ten minutes of corner time David was allowed to dress. I was shocked that he actually apologised to both of us before asking if he could go home. I thought it was wise to return with him so I thanked Ted and we left together.

David went straight to his room, taking his cane with him. I thought it best to leave him for a while. After all it had been a long day and night. Hopefully he will now start to act more responsibly.

But if not well I can always call in some help!

To be continued…

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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.

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