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Hot caning fiction by our new special guest author Clifton Castigo. All the characters are aged 18 or over. Strictly for adults only!
José pushed the doorbell and waited at the green door of the semi-detached house in the leafy London suburb.
The door opened and a man in his early forties dressed in a tweed jacket, shirt and tie greeted him warmly. “Hello there! You must be José, I’m Mr McCann, pleased to meet you!” He extended his hand and José shook it and carefully said, “Nice to meet you!”
José was 19 years old and was a student of Sports Medicine at a University in Southern Spain. He was a handsome boy of medium height and athletic build, he had an olive complexion typical of Andalucía. He was in England because he knew that English would be important to his future career and he wanted to sit the advanced exam in English that would prove his level to potential employers. His Grandmother had kindly paid for him to go to England for the Summer to help him achieve his goal. He had found his tutor Mr McCann on an English Learning website, his profile supported by excellent reviews.
Mr McCann ushered José into the house and to his back reception room which he had set up as a study and classroom.
The first day of studying was spent evaluating José’s level. Mr McCann discovered the usual creases to be ironed out in his English – Overuse of articles, incorrect use of prepositions and others. He developed a suitable syllabus to address these, and give José the knowledge he needed to pass the exam.
The first week progressed well, although Mr McCann did have to admonish José on two days for not doing his homework. It seemed that José was staying in a shared apartment and was going out with his flatmates several times a week, which did not leave much time for homework.
It was during the second week that José noticed the three canes hanging from the top of the notice board on the wall behind the desk. He asked Mr McCann what they were. “Oh, they’re school punishment canes. They were used in schools before the 1980s to punish poor behaviour. A friend of mine bought me them as a sort of joke.” He did not tell José that he often used the canes on his friend and occasionally had his friend use them on him.
He took the canes down and showed them to José. “They used to cane boys on the bottom, the thinner one is a junior model and the other two are senior.” He took one of the seniors and swished it through the air.
When José returned to his apartment, he couldn’t get the canes out of his head. He declined his flatmates offers to go out but instead stayed in with his laptop. He looked up all he could find in relation to caning. Eventually he found an adult website dedicated to caning and paid for a video with a roleplay in which a teacher administered a caning to a boy who seemed to be 18 or 19. The boy was dressed in a traditional school uniform and received the caning, gradually removing layers until the last strokes were laid on to his bare bottom. José watched in fascination as welts formed on the boys bottom and wondered what it might be like to receive such a beating. He watched again and again and became more and more excited, before bringing himself to a sticky climax.
Over the next few lessons Mr McCann couldn’t help noticing José’s glances at the canes. He decided not to mention it until one day when José had yet again failed to do his homework. He was admonishing him when he noticed that José looked sheepishly towards the canes. Mr McCann decided to take a chance. He stood up and took down one of the senior canes. He pointed it at José ” You were asking about these the other day. This is a perfect example of when they would be used. With the amount of homework you’ve missed, it seems like a caning would do you a lot of good. Do you want to be caned?”
José thought for a moment, he was both excited and afraid, but the excitement won out and he mumbled, “I deserve it.”
“What was that boy?” said Mr McCann.
“I deserve it,” said José this time loudly and clearly.
Mr McCann pulled out a chair and said, “Bend over”. With the summer heat José was wearing khaki shorts. As he bent over the shorts went taut around his buttocks presenting them as a perfect target for the cane. He felt his skin tighten too, compressing his muscles and nerves and ensuring that each stroke of the cane would be fully absorbed and appreciated. “Listen carefully boy! This is going to hurt, but however much it hurts I don’t want you to take your hands off that chair until I say so. If you do, the previous stroke won’t count. I am going to administer three sets of six strokes. Six on your shorts, six on your pants and finally six on your bare buttocks. Is that clear?
José said, “Yes.”
“Yes what?” said Mr McCann.
“Yes sir!” said José.
Mr McCann swished the cane a few times. Although he had two senior canes, one was a Kooboo cane and the other a Dragon cane. With a novice he would normally use the less severe Kooboo. As he looked at José though, he appraised his athletic build and thought that he could take the Dragon which would also be better at producing marks on his olive complexion. He returned the Kooboo and swished the denser Dragon a couple of times. Finally he took aim tapping the cane across the centre of José’s bottom before drawing it back and bringing it down forcefully with a SWISH and resounding CRACK!
When the cane struck, for a moment, José was disappointed, he didn’t feel anything beyond the impact of the cane. It took a moment for an intense sting akin to a burn to emerge and as it did it seemed to penetrate deeply into his buttocks. The pain intensified and just as it seemed to peak he heard the swish and felt the impact of the cane a second time.
It is funny that there is a language of pain as every bit as unique as regular language, as the strokes continued José expressed the pain using the ayyeee of his native Spanish rather than the ahhhh, owww or ouch of English.
José imagined the boy in the film, which by now he had watched dozens of times. The pain was much worse than he imagined, but it still excited him, and although with the pain his erection had waned somewhat, he reminded himself that he wanted this and deserved it.
Once the first six had been administered, Mr McCann allowed José a moment to recompose himself before asking him to lower his shorts. José was wearing white boxers and Mr McCann was able to see welts forming through the fabric and could roughly aim the strokes to areas that were as yet unblemished.
The unrelenting punishment continued. The thin layer of cloth from his boxer shorts provided little protection from the cane and each stroke seemed to intensify José’s agony, causing him to gasp. Nevertheless he did not let go of the chair which he gripped as though his life depended on it.
When asked to lower his boxer shorts for the final six, José’s erection had recovered and sprung from his boxers . Mr McCann now had an unobstructed view of José’s bottom and he used the cane to ensure that every inch of José’s Buttocks from the crown to the crease where they joined the thighs were welted with the ridged red lines left by the cane. Mr McCann had to be severe, for he knew that the satisfaction from a caning came afterwards and he wanted José to be able to see evidence of the caning later and feel the cane when he sat down for the next few days.
During the last six José struggled to maintain position. On each stroke he wriggled and rose on his tiptoes. This movement seemed to help make the pain tolerable. For the last couple of strokes Mr McCann was striking him diagonally, overlapping previously caned flesh, and the pain was excruciating. By the time the final stroke was administered José felt as though he had sat on a hot griddle.
Mr McCann kindly suggested an interactive lesson going around the shops, so José was spared the discomfort of sitting that morning. That said, José was not allowed any relief in squeezing or touching his bottom.
When José arrived back at his shared apartment the pain had subsided somewhat to give way to a warm glow. He used the mirror to examine his bruised and welted buttocks and took a photo with his phone. He lay back on his bed and looked at the photo while stroking his raging erection. When he reached climax he ejaculated copious amounts of spunk, more than he had ever before.
As Mr McCann intended, every time José sat on a hard surface for the next couple of days, he felt twinges from his beating which frequently reignited the fires in his loins. Coincidentally Mr McCann swapped his cushioned chairs for traditional classroom chairs.
During the Summer it seemed that there was rarely a time José didn’t feel twinges of the cane on his bottom from those hard chairs. He didn’t seem to learn his lesson with the homework. That said, under Mr McCann’s tutelage his English improved tremendously, but even so, José felt sure that he would need to return the following summer as now he most definitely wanted to go beyond Advanced and do the Proficiency level exam!
D I S C L A I M E R
All characters appearing in this story are over 18 and are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons or businesses, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Story © MMXIX by Clifton Castigo, used here by very kind permission of the author. All rights reserved.
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