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Hot, sexually explicit spanking story by very special guest author David Stewart. This story is currently exclusive to The Canery! All the characters are aged 18 or over.
David was 32 years old and struggling to find suitable employment. He stayed at home with his mother and father but resented the strict upbringing that had kept him there. His personal freedom was not really his own. His father in particular always appeared to want to know where he was, with whom and what he was doing. Much as David was an adult he still referred to his father as Sir and mother as Ma’am and had a healthy respect for older people, something that had always been uppermost in his upbringing. But now at 32 he was leaving home and moving 185 miles away to Birmingham. He was starting a six month contract with the hopes of a full-time contract, and was eager to do well.
His father had put him in touch with an old friend who they knew through the church and who would provide the lodgings for David. On that Sunday afternoon David arrived at the lodgings and introductions were made by his father, who had driven him down. The landlord was Mr Harrison, an older chap about 60 years of age, who lived alone. He had a spare room and was letting this out to David. His bags moved in and a refreshing cup of tea taken, his father bid farewell to his son and told Mr Harrison to, “Look after David, he can be unruly but I am sure you will keep on top of him, Harry.”
His father gone David and Mr Harrison sat down for a chat. He asked about his life and his work and then stated, “So now, David, the house rules. I am not a late-nighter and expect silence after 10pm. If you are about I do not expect to be awoken and you will behave in my house, or I will deal with it.” That left David wondering. “My house, and my rules, David. You are paying a pittance compared with other rooms round here because I know and respect your father. In turn I expect you to show the same kind of respect to me. No swearing or drinking in the house. No girlfriends in your room and keep the noise down. You understand?”
David agreed to these and for the first few weeks all was well and they got on. David was careful and respectful, till that Friday night.
David had just received his first full pay and went out straight from work for a pint…and that stretched to several and he got home just after midnight. Mr Harrison was in the living room and not happy. “You’re drunk lad, and your tea is wasted. Get to your bed and we will deal with this tomorrow.”
In the morning, with a sore head David was suddenly awoken by Mr Harrison just after 7am. The sheets were pulled back revealing a naked David who jumped and shouted, “Fucks sake, Harry!”
“Get your arse out of bed lad and come down and see me NOW!”
David had never heard Mr Harrison swear like that and was embarrassed about being seen naked. Once dressed, David went downstairs and found Mr Harrison not very happy. He lectured David in manners, swearing, shouting, keeping him awake and so forth and then said, “So lad you can either let me deal with this or get on yer bike back home.”
“Deal with it, how?” David asked.
“I will give your worthless drunken bottom a taste of discipline lad, that is what, and I am sure your father will agree with that. Do you want to ask him?” So saying, he handed the phone to David. David’s reaction was one of disbelief knowing that his father would go crazy and probably do what Mr Harrison was suggesting anyway.
While he was working this out Mr Harrison helped him, “Aye, your father has told me how he still tans your bum when required, so no worries there then.”
David looked sheepishly and said, “OK Mr Harrison, as you wish.”
“Good. Now get back up to your bedroom and I will be up shortly.”
David waited for almost 20 minutes for the expected visit and when Mr Harrison entered he did so with some authority, saying, “Right lad, get your trousers off!”
David took his jeans off, feeling foolish.
“Now your top as well lad.” David was shaking a bit and very nervous but this was always how his father made him prepare as well. Had the two friends been talking? David was left in just his shorts and socks, looking at the floor.
Mr Harrison sat on the side of the bed and said, “Now lad, I am going to give your arse a good leathering today. It has been a while, but I am sure I can still teach a lesson to a naughty lad like you. You have a choice, you can run away and tell your father or you can apologise and ask me to punish you. If I do it then it goes no further than thee and me.”
David was becoming strangely excited, which caused him more embarrassment. He said, “Please Mr Harrison, I am sorry. I will accept whatever punishment you give me.”
“Aye, what a sight lad! A 30-odd-year-old still needing his arse spanked and you’re stood there obviously thinking it will be fun!” At that he slipped David’s pants down and slapped his erect cock.
“I hope your not going to make a mess over my knees lad, but over you go.”
David was soon over Mr Harrisons knees looking at the duvet and after some moving about a hard hand started to rub his bottom cheeks.
“Yes Sir!” and so it started. No warm up here, just a steady smack from Mr Harrison’s palm on each cheek. David shouted out, he apologised, he begged for it to stop…but it continued for a good five minutes.
He was told to get up and Mr Harrison commented that David was, “Not so big and excited now, eh lad?”
He was stood in the corner while Mr Harrison left the room and when he came back David turned round to face his chastiser. To his shock, Mr Harrison held in his hands a length of leather split in two halfway down. It looked about quarter of an inch thick and David knew its purpose.
Involuntarily David’s erection grew again. Mr Harrison couldn’t miss it. He smiled at this and commented, “Ah David, does the idea of your ‘Uncle Harry’ taking the tawse to you excite you?”
“Yes lad I think at these times you should call me Uncle Harry, don’t you?”
“Yes Sir…I mean Uncle Harry”
David relaxed a bit and also noticed that there was a growing bulge in Mr Harrisons pants as well. Uncle Harry said, “Aye lad, not all hard work this disciplining. Now, get yourself on the bed face down while I teach you another thing or two.”
Laid on the bed his uncle started to use the tawse on his bared buttocks and David reacted as one would expect. He yelled and begged for it to stop and eventually after about 24 strikes it did. David was sniffling and sobbing and Mr Harrison sat on the bed and held him close, comforting him. “Wait there,” he said and returned a few moments later with a bottle of cream lotion which he started to rub on David’s burning cheeks.
“You took that well lad, so we’ll draw a line under your behaviour.”
“Thank you, Uncle Harry,” said David.
“Till the next time,” smiled his new uncle.
The lotion was soothing and soon the burning was becoming more bearable, and the rubbing in of the lotion was a good feeling. His uncle let a finger slip between his new nephew’s cheeks. David’s reaction was to part his legs slightly. This encouraged his uncle and soon a finger was caressing the bum hole and then slipping in and out. Nothing was said and as his hand slipped to cup his balls David found himself erect again.
“Do you find being thrashed exciting, David?” asked his uncle.
“Oh no, uncle. No.” he replied.
A sudden slap on his bottom was followed by, “I don’t want lies, David!”
“Does it excite you?”
“Oh uncle, it does a bit, but it hurts and I don’t know why, but it does excite me..it always has done.”
“Always? Explain, David!”
“I have always, as far back as I can recall, thought about being spanked by other people, just like you just did.”
“And did you toss yourself off thinking about that, David?”
“Oh yes, uncle.”
His uncle’s hands were now moving on his nephew’s cock in a slow but nice way. “And tell me David, what else did you do in these fantasy dreams? What were you made to do?”
There was silence and the wanking stopped. “Tell me, David!”
“I well, I was made to suck cock, uncle.”
The wanking continued, “Good, and what else?”
“Oh Uncle, this is humiliating, but I was used by them.”
“Used by who?”
“The guys in my wanks.”
“Have you ever sucked cock, David?”
“No Uncle. Never.”
“Have you ever touched another man’s cock?”
“No, never ever.”
“But you want to suck a cock and to feel one, don’t you?”
Heavy breathing and a gargled, “Yes, yes!” came out as the 32-year-old could not hold back and shot spunk in convulsions all over his uncle’s hand and up his own belly and chest.
His uncle stood up and said, “I will leave you to clean up, but I think your stay here will be educational,” and left.
David thought to himself. “Shit! I have just been spanked and leathered by my father’s friend. He got me to confess that I fantasise about sucking guys off and being shagged, and then he wanked me off. Fuck me, that was amazing! What have I let myself in for?”
The answer to that question was to be an educational whirlwind over the next few months.
To Be Continued…
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 © MMXVI by David Stewart, used here by very kind permission
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picture by Jonathan, R.I.P.