♥ Site recommended story ♥
Explicit spanking fiction by Rod Cayenne, repeated from 2014 – strictly over 18s only!
All the characters are 18 or older.
“We’ve caught him, Nicky!”
“Caught who, Eric?”
“The men’s toilets graffiti vandal!”
“Great stuff! Well done! Let’s hand the bugger over to the police then.”
“It’s not that simple, Nicky. It’s one of the volunteers. Young Bobby Jones.”
“Bobby? Bobby! Good Lord! Well, I’m really disappointed. I know his parents. Why on earth did he do it?”
“I think he’s a bit mixed up, to be honest. He’s only just left his teenage years, after all. Some of the stuff he was writing was really strange, too.”
“How strange?”
“Well, here are the photos of it.”
“Oh gosh, I see what you mean! This stuff is really foul. ‘Cocks sucked here’, ‘I sniff knickers’, ‘Spank me’. We wouldn’t want our passengers reading this filth. Indeed, he’s one mixed up kid!”
“Yes, I’m afraid so.”
“Very puerile. You’re sure it was him? There’s no doubt?”
“Err no. In fact I caught him myself. He was masturbating as he wrote the stuff, but had forgotten to lock the cubicle door.”
“Stupid boy! Sounds like he might be ambidextrous.”
“Yes, and bisexual,” laughed Eric. “He was using this marker pen.” Eric placed a felt-tip marker pen in a plastic bag down on the Station Master’s desk.
“What’s with the bag?”
“I thought I’d slip the pen in it, just in case fingerprints were required.”
“No shit, Sherlock!” cackled Nick the Station Manager. “No, we don’t want the police involved. Do we? No, definitely not. We don’t want any bad publicity. I can see the headlines now: ‘Preserved line targeted by pervert.’ Perhaps we should just give him the spanking he seems to want?”
“Yes, great idea. That would be fun!”
“Yes. I’m sure you and I could get some kicks at his expense, couldn’t we? But only if he agreed and consented of course.”
“Well, I’ve had words already. He is mortified at being caught. He likes helping out on the line, and doesn’t want to be kicked out. He’s offered to scrub the graffiti off.”
“Oh, that’s the least he can do! He can be on toilet cleaning duty for the next few weeks as well. He won’t like that. Especially in a month with two bank holidays! Plus we’ll give him a good, hard, bare bottom spanking!”
“I think we can be a bit more creative, actually. How about a traditional Guards Van punishment?”
“What’s that then? I’ve never heard of that.”
“Well apparently, in the old days, miscreants, ne’er-do-wells, vandals and vagabonds would be taken to the Guards Van and have their bare buttocks flogged with a cane, while they bent over the brake handle.”
“Hmm. Like the sound of that. Never heard of it before though. Are you sure you haven’t just invented it?”
“No, of course not. It was a pre-BR thing. Probably pre-war. Are you game then? The lad has a big cock, by the way.”
“Cut or uncut?”
“Uncut, just the way you like them.”
“OK, you’ve convinced me. So tell me more about this tradition. Would the Guards Van be in motion while the beating was carried out?”
“No, I don’t think so. That would be dangerous as access to the brake would be restricted.”
“Yes, of course. Anyway, not much room to swing a cat in a Guards Van!”
“No, but where there’s a will, there’s a way.”
“So, just you, me and young Bobby then?”
“Yes! Shall I talk to him?”
“Yes, please do. And make out that we are doing him a big, big favour by this, and by not getting the police involved.”
“OK. Leave the arrangements to me. I’ll bring a cane from home.”
“I thought you might! Actually, bring two. We can both beat him and he will be intimidated by the site of two superiors with canes.”
“Delicious!”
Poor 21-year-old Bobby Jones could hardly believe his ears as the proposition was put to him. Removing the graffiti, cleaning the toilets and a caning in the Guards Van! He really couldn’t believe it. Moreover, he couldn’t believe how meekly he had accepted his sentence. He was naïve. He didn’t suspect that he’d fallen victim to the sexual proclivities of the Station Master and his deputy, both retired engineers and both decidedly kinky and occasional gay lovers.
Over a frothy pint or two in the Station Hotel lounge bar, Eric and Nicky discussed their plans. The main topic was the number of cane strokes to be inflicted: 6, 12, 18 or maybe 21 to match the lad’s age. They discussed it at length, but in the end decided to play it by ear on the day. The two men celebrated their indecisiveness in Eric’s bed later that day.
Soon the appointed day came. A rainy Thursday in April, a non-running day, when the line was pretty deserted of volunteers. Nicky and his deputy Eric were dressed in their station staff uniforms, while Bobby had turned up in his hi-viz boiler suit as instructed. The two older men eyed their victim with undisguised lust. They manoeuvred him into the Guards Van. As expected, there wasn’t a lot of room.
“Right then, Bobby! You do consent to this, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do,” the lad said bravely.
“OK then Bobby. Drop your trousers,” instructed Nicky.
“I can’t! This is an all-in-one boiler suit!” Bobby protested.
“Better take it off completely, then,” Eric added. Of course, the two men had planned this. Bobby had to remove his work boots and then took off the boiler suit.
“And now your pants. We’ll have them off, too. That’s it. Give them to Eric.”
Naked, apart from his socks and vest, Bobby was manhandled into position over the brake.
“This will be a severe caning. Six of the best from me for the graffiti. I consider that to be very lenient in the circumstances, ” said Nicky.
“Yes,” Bobby replied.
“And I will be giving you a further six for waving that disgusting erect penis at me!” said Eric. “That’s not what toilets are for!”
And so it was that Station Master Nicky slashed the senior cane down on Bobby’s bare behind. It swished and cracked most satisfactorily. Bobby was surprised by how much that cane stroke hurt him, it seemed to get worse and worse. Nevertheless, he managed to retain his composure. It didn’t last, however, as the second stroke lashed down harder, causing a wave of severe heat and pain. Bobby leapt to his feet, hissing and clutching at his bottom.
“Get back down! NOW!” ordered Nicky impatiently. “It’s meant to hurt, you know.”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry,” Bobby said, taking his submissive place again.
“Right! Brace yourself. Here comes the third!” Nicky informed him.
The third stroke was again crushing, powerful and painful. How such a thin stick could hurt so much was beyond Bobby’s comprehension. He let out a yelp as the pain hit him, much to the amusement of his two tormentors. A fourth stroke landed lower on the naked flesh, causing a brilliant red stripe to stand out proudly. Evidently, this was a much harder stroke for the youngster to bear. A gasp and groan from Bobby accompanied the pain.
“Just two more from me. Prepare yourself!”
Bobby thrust his bottom out ready for the fifth stroke. Common sense would have told him to be more reserved, but his pert bottom seemed to have a will of its own, almost as if it was overdue and begging for this sort of harsh treatment. In truth, Bobby was a truly sinful lad and the station staff would have been appalled if they knew about some of the other things he’d got up to there on the preserved railway. Yes, this punishment was well deserved. However, even Bobby was surprised by how much noise that fifth stroke generated. There was not just the swish and the crack of the cane, but also the loud squeal from the lad.
“Last one!”
CRACK! It duly landed on the flesh, striping and burning and once again accompanied by a loud squeal.
“Alright! That’s enough from me. Eric will now take over. Don’t spare him, Eric!”
The deputy station master had no intention of being lenient. His cane was a junior, but he knew this would give a sharper, more intense sting to Bobby’s posterior. Unfortunately, he had miscalculated somewhat. The sting was invigorating, burning and stimulating. Bobby soon began to enjoy the bite of the junior cane, and welcomed every stroke. His uncircumcised penis began to stiffen, and after the last stroke his excitement was evident to all!
Eric could not ignore it, “Another disgusting display! Bend back down!” he commanded.
A further six stinging strokes were delivered to Bobby’s bare bottom.
“I think he’s had enough now,” Nicky observed with some regret. “Have you learnt your lesson, Bobby?”
“Oh yes! I’m very sorry!” the lad cried. He was sorry, but he was still turned on by the later stages of his beating. He was excited, but also a little confused. Perhaps the two older men had miscalculated? Perhaps the senior cane should have been saved for last?
Over the next few weeks, Bobby took immense pride in cleaning the station toilets. The ancient porcelain and brass was polished to a remarkably uniform sheen, and every wooden toilet seat in the Gents and Ladies was spotlessly clean. Every hint and trace of graffiti disappeared promptly. The lad had only one worry. How could he get his colleagues to cane him again?
___________)
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 Rod Cayenne
Photos © Rod Cayenne
Model: Rod Cayenne
All rights reserved.
___________)