Adult fiction by Rod Cayenne, repeated from 2012…Over-18s only
DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
The stern military man banged his fist on the desk, “Well, you’ve really done it this time, haven’t you? Cavorting naked all over the place, bringing yourself, your family and us into disrepute! I’d expect it of a greenhorn squaddie, but not a 27-year-old officer.”
“Yes Sir, sorry Sir! I’ll accept whatever punishment you decide upon.”
“Good. Anyway, I haven’t finished yet. Whatever will your father think of this?”
“My father is an impotent old fool.”
“Such disrespect! You will be caned!”
“Caned? Is that allowed?”
“It’s an old military tradition, you know. Barely legal, but appropriate in this case, I feel.”
“No buts. I’ve decided. Now, would you like a male or female to give you the punishment?”
“Oh well. A man, Sir. Definitely a man. Will you do it please, Sir?”
“Well, I shall, but I’ve decided that an element of humiliation would be an appropriate addition. So I propose to give you one dozen hard strokes on your naked buttocks. And then a female will give you a final six strokes, also bare. How do you feel about that?”
“Uncomfortable!” laughed the prince. “Who will the female be?”
“It’s not a laughing matter! I’ve thought long and hard about which female to assign this unpleasant duty to. Fortunately, a volunteer came forward. Someone who is old enough to remember the halcyon days of corporal punishment. Yet someone who has been besotted with you, as she has always been a great royalist. The lady in question is Miss Trenchard!”
Miss Trenchard was well known to the prince. She supervised the catering at the base, was in her fifties and had a reputation as a bit of an old battle-axe. She was of large build and, the prince reflected, would probably be a hard caner.
“You will report in full uniform at 6pm tonight. Punishment will take place in the Billiard Room. Miss Trenchard’s idea. I can’t imagine why!”
“Yes, Sir. Very good, Sir!”
An hour or so later, the prince was sat on the toilet. In the cold, lonely cubicle he played idly with the royal penis. It had seen some good times lately, but now its owner was due for a full military dressing-down! He’d never had the cane before, but somehow the idea was causing both fear and excitement at the same time. Just the thought of the two disciplinarians caused his cock to stiffen. He decided that both would be rewarded in the next Honours List, if he enjoyed his caning.
“Remove his cap, Miss Trenchard!”
“Yes Sir, with pleasure!”
“Undo his tie. Yes, that’s it. Now, undo his shirt buttons. That’s it. Remove the shirt. Good God man! You’re wearing a vest!”
“Yes Sir, sorry it was a bit cold on parade this morning, so I thought…”
“Are you a man or a boy? Vest, indeed! Get it off him, Miss Trenchard.”
“As you wish, Sir.”
“And what’s that silly charm thing around his neck? Get it off and put it in the bin, will you?”
“It’s probably gold and worth thousands, Sir.”
“OK, give it to me a minute then. Thank you. Now get his boots off.”
The prince sat down on one of the plastic chairs. Miss Trenchard gazed lovingly at the shiny black leather boots, carefully unlacing them and then removing both. She also pulled his socks off. She gave them a sly sniff as she laid them down next to his clothes. “Stand up,” she told him.
Without being asked, she undid his belt. Slowly his military fatigue trousers fell to the ground.
“Just those horrible boxer short things to go now, Miss Trenchard. Will you do the honours please? Thank you. Good God man! An erection! Another outrage! This may mean extra strokes. Miss Trenchard see if you can cure it, please!”
She grabbed the royal cock and twisted it. Soon it shriveled.
“Well done, Miss Trenchard. You deserve a medal for that.”
“Thank you, Sir. My pleasure,” she said, unable to believe her luck.
“Now then lad! You will bend over the billiard table here. You will remain in position until all strokes have been delivered and I have told you that you may rise. Any disobedience, standing up, fidgeting or excessive noise may incur extra punishment, as will any further sign of an erection. Do I make myself clear?”
“Miss Trenchard, please fetch the cane for me.”
She rummaged among the billiard cues.
“There are two here, Sir!”
“Aha! Let me have a look.”
The first cane was straight and had a coloured, braided handle.
“Ah, yes, the regimental punishment cane. Very severe, but entirely appropriate.”
The second was more like a school cane, with a beautifully curved handle.
“I wonder where that’s come from? I’ve never seen it before. Looks like it’s designed for recreational use. Still, it should sting a great deal,” he said as he cut it through the air with an almighty swish. “I will use the regimental cane, you may use the other.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Now just one more thing to do. Nip to the bar next door and invite any of the lads there to come and watch. Tell them it’s entirely unofficial, though! And no camera phones!”
He addressed the prince, “Most military men seem to have an interest in spanking and discipline.”
Soon an audience of seven beery lads had assembled. They feasted their eyes on the naked prince before them.
“It’s Princey!” bellowed one inebriated crowd member.
“Yes, indeed and Miss Trenchard and I will be putting this stupid boy through his paces. You are welcome to watch his punishment, but keep the noise down. And strictly no pictures please.”
CRACK! Out of the blue the regimental cane slashed down on the naked royal cheeks! This was accompanied by various oohs and ahs from the audience and some spontaneous applause.
“Quiet you lot! That was the first of the twelve strokes I’ll be giving with the regimental cane. Miss Trenchard will then take over and be using the traditional school cane on this naughty boy!”
This caused some laughter from the crowd and much embarrassment for the naked prince.
CRACK! A second stroke lashed down. The prince screwed up his eyes as he tried to cope with the pain. He didn’t want to cry out now that there was an audience. No doubt they’d been brought in to increase his humiliation.
CRACK! The third stroke was agony, causing the victim to gasp and buck.
“KEEP STILL!” he was commanded.
Then there was a distraction, as the barman also came and joined the crowd. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world!” he whispered to Miss Trenchard. She smiled and thought the same thing. Beneath her frumpy dress, her generous knickers were already moist from the excitement.
CRACK ! CRACK! Two fast strokes followed. The audience was hushed and a little flexing and swishing of the cane through the air followed.
CRACK! This time there was an anguished “ARRGH!” from the prince.
CRACK! CRACK! He was taking it comparatively well, considering that the cane was a severe rattan.
CRACK! The ninth stroke fell, with a gasp and some fidgeting from the prince.
“I SHAN’T TELL YOU AGAIN, KEEP STILL BOY!”
A few of the audience chuckled at this admonishment.
CRACK! The tenth stroke was accompanied by a loud grunt from the prince, who was not getting any pleasure from his beating, it seemed.
CRACK! CRACK! A final brace from the regimental cane and a sharp “YEOWWW!” from the prince. A round of applause from the audience followed. The beaten arse was red and sore all over. That rattan cane was clearly something special.
“That completes the dozen strokes with the regimental cane. That was for bringing disgrace on our noble regiment. Miss Trenchard will now take over. She will be giving a traditional six of the best using this school cane, just to remind the prince that he has been behaving just like a naughty schoolboy. I trust you will enjoy this, and ask again for some hush as we proceed.”
SWISH-CRACK! “YEEOWW!” Unexpectedly, the prince cried out. The sting of this whippier cane was awful on top of the earlier beating.
SWISH-CRACK! “ARRGH!” Clearly Miss Trenchard was an expert with the cane.
SWISH-CRACK! “OWWW!” Miss Trenchard’s face was flushed with sexual excitement.
SWISH-CRACK! The prince managed to keep quiet for this one, even though it stung like mad.
SWISH-CRACK! Perhaps he was getting used to it?
SWISH-CRACK! Perhaps he was enjoying it?
“Thank you, thank you Miss Trenchard! An excellent thrashing! It seems your time as a domestic science teacher wasn’t a complete waste of time!” The audience laughed at the joke. “Now, there is one additional matter to deal with…”
The prince groaned.
“I’m afraid that the prince flashed us earlier with his excited member, so I will award three additional strokes for that. Miss Trenchard, would you be so kind?”
Miss Trenchard would have liked to carry on all night, but fairness made her put down the cane and say, “Well despite the noise, I think he’s had enough, Sir!” The prince had taken 21 hard strokes, but at last his suffering was over. The audience cheered and clapped as he was allowed up and handed his clothes. Life would never be the same again for many of the participants and spectators. But was the prince happy?
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.