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A first repeat of this hot story by Rod Cayenne, from 2014. Strictly for over 18s only!
In the seaside convenience store, the two retired headmasters eyed each other warily.
Gradually, broad grins emerged. The two hadn’t seen each other for many years, although Christmas cards had been exchanged regularly. They had met each other at a teaching conference in London, where they immediately hit it off and ended up bed-sharing. Of course, back in those dark and distant days, they had to be really discreet. They soon discovered that they had both retired to the same vibrant coastal town with its many attractions and gay-friendly atmosphere.
“Back to my place?”
“That would be nice!”
“Better get some of these then. I’m right out of them. Can’t be too careful these days,” said Bernie as he tossed a box of a dozen Durex into his basket.
William made no comment, but picked a tube of KY lubricant and followed his friend to the checkout. As they queued, he couldn’t resist slipping his hand under Bernie’s cord jacket. He pinched the pert bottom hard! Bernie gasped with surprise, before saying, “You’ll pay for that, William!”
“Oh, I do hope so, Bernie, I do hope so.” Already roles were being arranged for what would be their first encounter for many years!
The checkout guy was young, fresh-faced and extremely large. He joked with Bernie and then with William, laughing as he wished the gents “a fun evening!” After all, it was obvious what was on the cards for the two friends.
As they strolled along the esplanade, William raised a topic of mutual interest, “You’ve got a cane at home?”
“Several, actually. And you will be feeling them all!”
“Yes, I rather thought I might be.”
“Tell me, William, did you take my advice all those years ago?”
“Rather! After the conference, I thought long and hard about the benefits of corporal punishment, and then became an enthusiastic caner. I got quite a taste for it. Used to cane the buggers really hard. I loved it when they squealed! And of course, behaviour and academic achievement went through the roof!”
“Told you so!”
“Yes, you did. Teachers like us were like gods in those days. And then I hooked up with our Classics master. Somehow we discovered that we had a mutual fascination for cp. We used to cane each other a lot, especially when his wife was away. I didn’t think I’d like being on the receiving end, but I did. It’s jolly good fun, isn’t it?”
“Yes, indeed, almost a sport of kings.”
“Well, anyway, I used to lie in his arms afterwards and say, ‘I never expected to be doing this.’”
“I’m so glad to have found you again, Bernie. I need it badly.”
“Yes, you do. And don’t worry, I’ll be giving it to you alright. Hot and hard!”
“Right! It has to be hard to feel the benefits, doesn’t it?”
“Indeed it does, indeed it does. No pussyfooting.”
Bernie’s house was a whitewashed art deco treasure. It boasted superb coastal views and had an air of opulence. The sympathetic furnishings emphasised the expensive look. Bernie fiddled with the espresso coffee machine as William took in the view from the kitchen.
“A quick cuppa, then I shall be sorting out your naughty botty!” said Bernie, slipping into some childish banter, “Your very wicked, naughty botty!”
William blushed a deep red, and then Bernie landed a sharp smack on his friend’s buttocks. “Ooh, Sir!” William camped it up.
Bernie took the tray of coffee and biscuits into the living room and switched on the TV, saying, “I just need to check the cricket.”
“I do so miss the traditional cricket whites,” William observed, “So much sexier than those coloured outfits.”
Bernie sighed and nodded. It was becoming apparent that the two men had so much in common. A love for the good old days, leather and willow, rattan and flesh. He could see that they could end up living together. The thought rather startled him, and he wasn’t sure how comfortable he would be sharing his palatial place. Better make William’s beating extra hard, he decided. After all, the man would have to earn his keep!
“Right William!” Bernie suddenly announced in his most headmasterly tone, “Time for your thrashing! I’m just going upstairs to get some canes. When I come back, I expect to see you bent over this sofa. You can keep your trousers on. For now!”
Unfortunately for William, the trousers didn’t stay up for long, and neither did his skimpy briefs. The tariff was soon escalating, 6…12…18…24…30…36! William’s arse was a deep scarlet, or was it black and blue? Well, it was a bit of a mess, anyway. Bernie felt a bit ashamed of the beating he’d given his sweet friend, but both had clearly derived enjoyment from it, all the same. And then, up in the bedroom, among the Egyptian cotton sheets, the two gods made love.
A few months later, William let himself into his lover’s house. He was surprised to find Bernie had company.
“Who’s this then?”
“It’s my nephew, Steven. He’s come down on the train for the day. He’s a good lad, aren’t you, Steven?”
“Well, good on the whole, but like all boys he can be a bit naughty at times.”
“Really?” asked William.
“Yes, honestly. He likes to drop in unannounced. Although he’s 22, he can be a bit of a pest.”
“Really? He looks more like an angel than a pest. Tell me, Steven, have you been pestering you Uncle Bernie?”
But Bernie leapt in with a quick retort, “Yes, he keeps pestering me for a caning, would you believe? Says he wants to find out what it was like!”
“Err yes. It was just a silly notion. Just to find out. I was only interested because Uncle Bernie was a headmaster back in the days when the cane was allowed.”
“So was I!”
“Oh wow! Two headmasters. I can’t believe my luck!”
Bernie cleared his throat noisily, saying, “Steven, it’s not luck, I feel. Coincidence possibly. More likely that it’s destiny. Now, I’ve never entertained your wish before. But with Headmaster William here as well, I’m sorely tempted, if only to nip this nonsense in the bud! Now, how about if both of us give you six of the very best? Each.”
“Oh, Uncle! 12? That’s rather more than I had in mind.”
“Take it or leave it, my boy!”
“I’ll take it then, but not too hard, Uncle!”
“They will be hard. It’s the only way. You will survive, maybe it will stop you pestering me and you may even come out as a better young man because of it. Let me just check that William is willing to assist. Well, William?”
“Oh yes! I could use some practice! Getting a bit rusty, don’t you know?”
“In that case, William, please go and fetch me a couple of senior boy’s canes. I think you know where they are?”
If young Steven had been gifted with common sense, he might have wondered just how the visitor knew where Uncle Bernie’s canes were kept. But he didn’t. All he could think of was his pending thrashing. Something he had wished to experience for years, and which had been a masturbatory fantasy since his early teenage years. Now that his wish was about to come true, he was rather worried and started to bite gently on his lip.
William ran upstairs, only to return quickly with two crook-handled canes and a broad, cheesy grin. He surveyed the scene before him. During his short absence, Bernie had arranged for nephew Stephen to bend over the sofa, in just the same spot that the two friends had made favourite for William’s own canings! So there was the youthful angel or pest obediently bent, offering his denim-clad buttocks for chastisement.
“Right! Listen carefully, Steven. I expect total obedience during your beating. No jumping up, shouting or swearing. Is that clear?”
“Oh yes, Sir!” young Steven exclaimed.
“Well, it had better be! Any disobedience will result in extra strokes. And they will be extra hard. Still clear?”
“Good. Now, it will be six strokes. To get the full school experience, it will be two strokes on your jeans, two more on your underwear, and a final two on your unclothed seat!”
“Wait a minute. Bare?”
“Yes, of course bare! Think yourself lucky I’m not giving you all six bare.”
“Alright, alright! I’m ready. Can we get on with it please?”
William detected some impatience and rudeness in young Steven’s tone. He wasn’t going to put up with that! Well, he would, but the lad’s reward would be a harder caning than William had first planned! Two swift, crisp and hard strokes landed on the blue denim, causing gasping from young Steven. His 22-year-old brain wasn’t used to processing such pain! He couldn’t believe how the pain seemed to be multiplying and overwhelming any feelings of embarrassment and excitement. He was starting to think he’d bitten off more than he could chew.
“Right, Steven! Drop your jeans down for me. There’s a good lad!” said William in his most patronising headmaster tones. Reluctantly Steven did as he was told, craftily giving his bottom a rub as he did so. “Steven, I saw that! No rubbing! That’s expressly forbidden!”
“Actually, Sir, you didn’t forbid it, expressly or otherwise,” said Steven cockily.
“That’s enough! Don’t push me, lad!” said William, waving the lithe cane menacingly, “Smart arses get extra, if they’re not careful.”
Steven thought about sparring further, but the pain in his ample bottom reminded him that this was a time for obedience, not for cheek.
Crack! The cane lashed down on the boy’s tight black briefs.
“Oh my God!” exclaimed Steven, surprised by how much more sting the cane gave now that it was on just the one thin layer of clothing.
“QUIET!” shouted William as he slashed down the fourth stroke with gusto.
“I shall not tell you again! Get those pants down!”
Slowly, Steven edged his briefs down to join the jeans crumpled around his feet. Both retired headmasters admired the view revealed to them. A peachy, fleshy pink bottom decorated with harsh red striping. It throbbed and ached as Steven adjusted his position, bending over the edge of the sofa, offering his naked buttocks to the two men. Salty tears were threatening to flow from his misty eyes. This wasn’t exciting, this was humiliating!
The fifth stroke cracked down, the cane bending and distorting the flesh beneath it. It was the hardest stroke yet, waves of heat and hurt overwhelming the cheeky youngster.
“Shit!” muttered Steven to himself. This was bad, and then it got worse as the sixth stroke lashed his buttocks! His arse was red-hot, incandescent with heat and as sore as hell.
William sighed heavily. He walked around the other side of the sofa and looked the boy in the eye. “Not too badly taken, for a beginner,” he said, “Let’s see if your uncle can cure your pestering, shall we?”
“Oh don’t worry about that, Sir! I won’t be pestering him for a caning ever again! Uncle, are you there?”
“Yes, I’m here. Been watching you take your first beating.” In fact, Bernie had been watching with growing pleasure.
“I’m sorry for nagging you, Uncle. You can let me off, if you like!”
“Nice try, Steven. But you’ve been asking for this for months. Literally asking for it. No, no. I won’t be letting you off at all. In fact, I want to ensure that you never ask me for a caning again. And it seems to me that the best way to ensure that is for me to beat you hard. Harder than William already has.”
“All six strokes from me will be on your bared bottom!”
“Yes, indeed. No sense in covering it up again. Same rules, no shouting, swearing, moving out of position or rubbing! Understood?”
“Call me Sir! If it was good enough for William, then it’s good enough for me!”
“Yes, Uncle Bernie.”
“Are you trying to provoke me, boy?”
“That’s better. Now, brace yourself! Here it comes.”
And come it did. It lashed down with staggering force. The pain came too. Wave after wave of it. Bernie smiled to himself. He was a better caner than William, he was sure. It wasn’t a competition, but he was determined to make a more severe impression than his lover had. Steven was startled by the viciousness of that first stroke. He gasped and choked. It was all too much, too much by far!
A second harsh stroke from the slightly sadistic uncle followed. The red stripe throbbed and pain shot all around from it.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” squealed Steven, leaping to his feet, rubbing his bottom frantically.
“GET BACK DOWN, STEVEN!” shouted Uncle Bernie. William laughed loudly at the perhaps predictable turn of events. Bernie was worried that his nephew was going to start playing up. So he quickly lashed the remaining four strokes down, rapid fire style.
“ARRRGH!” cried Steven.
“Well now, Steven. I think you are due some extras. One for swearing, one for getting up, one for rubbing, one…” It was now Bernie’s turn to laugh. “Well, OK, maybe not. I think you’ve had enough for one day, haven’t you? Well, what have you got to say for yourself?”
“Err. Two things, really. First, thank you, uncle. Second, I don’t think you’ll be seeing me again for quite a while!”
“Aha. Suit yourself. You know I’m very fond of you. Come back when you’re good and ready. And I’ll be dismayed if you ever pester me for another caning.”
“Oh don’t worry about that, uncle. I’m cured!”
“And please don’t tell your parents about any of this.”
“Oh, no chance of that,” said Steven, zipping up his jeans smartly, “No chance at all. I’d be far too embarrassed for one thing.”
“Good. You’re a good lad. With a tough arse. Wouldn’t you agree, William?”
“Yes, you did well, Steven. Here, give me a hug!”
It ended as a group hug. And then after Steven had gone, the two men had their own cuddle on the sofa. They masturbated each other as they listened to a secretly recorded tape of Steven’s thrashing. How they laughed as the lad squealed on the tape. They wanked faster and faster. “I never thought I’d be doing this,” said William wistfully.
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
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Photograph © Jonathan, R.I.P.