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Part 3 of this 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.
The six-month employment contract soon ended and David found himself with a permanent job, more money and able to move into a flat if he wished. However, his relationship with his Uncle Harry had moved on as the older man had become a mentor and lover to him. David began actively looking for his own flat because he knew, for his future, he needed to settle. However, he would miss Mr Harrison, his new uncle.
It was strange. There was affection, that of an older person for a relative, and David knew what they were doing was, well, not exactly wrong, because the were consenting adults, but perhaps what others would term “odd.” The spankings still continued, as and when either Mr Harrison considered David required some for his behaviour, or more often when David felt the need and called him Uncle Harry, their sign for discipline.
After that first time with another man, David had found himself frequently wanking under the sheets and longed for a repeat. That had occurred only once since, and after a sound caning, which David had found really painful. The message was clear to him, that such play only occurred after a caning. Yes, after other spankings and strappings his Uncle would comfort him but it was the canings that brought the best out from his Uncle!
It was a Saturday afternoon, just after 2, when David got up the courage and approached Mr Harrison in the garden and said, “Uncle Harry, can I speak with you please?”
“Certainly, what can I do for you?” he said with a knowing smile and anticipating having his nephew’s bared bottom over his lap in the immediate future.
“Eh…Uncle I think I need your discipline today…please.”
“Aye, you probably do son, and I will give you it.”
“Err, Uncle, I think I need the cane today.”
His Uncle looked at him and raised his eyebrows, “Ah, the cane do you? And why the cane, because I know you hate it?”
“I deserve the cane…and I know you like giving it Uncle,” he said with a red blush to his face that could have burned you if you got too close.
His Uncle looked at him closely and spoke softly, but with authority. “Good enough young man, I will do it for you. I will spank you first then cane you, but you must appreciate how painful it will be, and as you are asking for it, then you need a good dose to dissuade you in future. So it will be 18 strokes, full on.”
“Oh Uncle! That’s too many! Please just the 12!”
His pleadings pleased his uncle, but he denied them, saying, “No David! There is a difference between me deciding that you need the cane, and you asking for it. You need to learn that asking for it incurs more of a caning. Up to you.”
Head cast down David said, “Yes Uncle, I understand. 18 it is.”
“Good. Now, I am busy at the moment, so I will deal with you tonight.”
David was disappointed. He’d summoned enough courage to ask and wanted it now, but knew better than to question his uncle, “Yes Uncle.”
“We will have dinner and then I expect you to ask me to give you your punishment bang on 9pm.”
For the rest of the day, David was a bit nervous and scared, although he also had numerous erections thinking about what was to come. Dinner was an uncomfortable experience and his Uncle was amused by his lack of concentration and clock watching. Bang on the allotted hour David stood and walked to his uncle saying, “Uncle. It’s 9. Would you give me my punishment please?”
“Aye, son. Been a long day waiting?” before taking David with him to the spare room. “Right then David! Get your clothes off for me!” He watched as David striped to his shorts.
The chair was taken into the centre of the room and David was dragged over his uncle’s lap. His pants taken down, ready for what was to be a memorable hand spanking from his uncle. A verbal tirade followed. David kept saying he was sorry, for what he didn’t know, and his uncle meanwhile was telling him how much he deserved this spanking and that the caning to follow was going to make him cry.
The spanking over, David was made to stand in the corner, with his hands on his head. Uncle Harry moved the chair and then told him to turn round. David was displaying an erection, his hands were still on his head and his white pants were down at his ankles. David looked an exciting proposition for his uncle whose own cock was causing problems in the pants department.
Uncle then did something that he had never done before, certainly not in mid-spanking. He called David over and pulled out his own member and told David to kneel and worship it. While he did this he thought back to that first time, and how he had converted this young man and what power he now had over him. He also regretted the fact that soon, perhaps too soon, David would move onwards.
Concentrating on the matter in hand his Uncle recovered his composure and standing David up held him close and whispered to him, “David, I am going to cane you so hard now, you will cry, you will shout but you will take it and afterwards you will be so good.”
“I know,” answered David.
Releasing his hold, David stood back and his uncle added, “Are you scared about this caning David?”
David nervously admitted “Yes, Uncle. I am a bit.”
“Good, and so you should be, because it is going to be the most severe you have had and will probably ever get. I doubt you will come back asking for the cane again, but you will probably still get caned from time to time. Now over the desk please, oh and kick those pants off!”
David lay over the table grabbing hold of the far side and looked out his side of his eyes as Uncle collected a cane from the cupboard, flexed it, then took another, flexed it and closed the cupboard.
“This is it,” thought David and gritted his teeth. The first stroke soon whistled down on the centre of David’s bared cheeks and he gripped tighter, and let out a strangled “Urghh!”
The next landed higher up as did the third and fourth and David still gripped tighter and tried not to yell to loud. It was strokes five and six that broke him and at each he yelled in pain but stayed in position.
David was allowed a short respite, only broken by his Uncle saying, “Six down lad, and remember you asked for this!”
The next set of six followed and and at each stroke David yelled out as if stabbed. The pain was worsening and his verbal complaints were not unnoticed.
“Right lad, I’ve given you twelve. I would normally stop there, but remember with every one of these last six that you asked me for them.”
David was beginning to sob gently but as the next stroke landed his tears burst full flow and he started to blubber, “Please Uncle, no more please!” He yelped, but the answer was the next stroke and then the next and soon there were just three left.
His uncle went behind him and caressed his burning, welted rear and then handled his limp cock, saying, “You see David…be careful of what you ask for…but one day you will ask me to cane you like this again.” Despite the pain in his bottom, his uncle’s ministrations were bringing David’s cock back to life.
“Soon!” his Uncle said as he stood back and took aim once again. David was amazed by his own emotions. Here he was having taken fifteen painful strokes with three more to come and yet the touch of his uncle’s hand had left him so erect and wanton. That thought was broken by the sting of the third from last stroke and he yelled like mad, his erection collapsed and once more tears started to flood. The penultimate stroke cut deep below his cheeks and then the final stroke landed right on top of it.
David was told to he could stand up. Uncle then told him to run a bath and that he would see him in the bathroom. The ritual of being bathed and then dried was easing the pain and then David was taken, for the first time, through to his Uncles large double bed and laid down on that. The soothing lotion soon brought back the lad’s erection and uncle soon disrobed and said to David, “Tonight you can sleep in here with me, if you wish to?”
David nodded, and his uncle’s hand went to a drawer in the cabinet beside him. He pulled out a foil-wrapped condom. David glanced at it, with joy, as he thought, “It was worth it.”
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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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Story © MMXVI by David Stewart, used here by very kind permission
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