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A hot and festive new caning story by very special guest author JOELSTRAP. This story is currently exclusive to The Canery! All the characters are 18 or older. WARNING: ADULTS ONLY!!
The Cane In The Chimney by Joelstrap
The lithe boy slid quietly into the big schoolroom and looked round to ensure that he was alone. He crossed to the teacher’s desk and removed a slim cane from its hook at the side, and then approached the fireplace. At one time a fire had burned here in the winter days, but it had been replaced with a stove in the centre of the room some years before and the grate was empty. The boy reached up the chimney with the hand which held the cane and appeared to find a ledge there upon which to balance it, for when he withdrew his hand, it was sooty but empty. He pulled a grubby hanky from his pocket and cleaned off the soot from his fingers, and then slid out of the room as swiftly and silently as he had come, confident that no cane was going to assault his bottom, today at least. He felt justified in his actions, because the master had caned him hard on two occasions already that week and he was fairly sure that his homework, done hurriedly while he ate his breakfast, was not of a sufficient standard to save his behind from the rod today. The cane really hurt and he had had enough of it for one week. A boy had to act to protect his interests.
Liam poured coffee from his flask into his cup and fished out a chocolate-biscuit from his pocket. It had been a busy morning and he’d been working hard, with the prospect of a few more hours of demanding labour before it was time to go home. He enjoyed the hour of rest provided by the lunch-break and, having wolfed down the sandwiches which his mother had made for him, leaned back against a pile of wood and drank deeply.
Jack watched him surreptitiously, enjoying the sight of the eighteen-year-old’s lean yet muscular young body. Liam was maybe a couple of inches shy of six feet, beautifully-proportioned, preserving still the boyish slenderness of youth while showing signs of filling out further into the fullness of his young manhood. His work-jeans fitted him well, revealing rather than concealing the lines of his thighs, the curves of his buttocks, and the substantial package between his legs. His t-shirt was grubby, and a dark patch caused by sweat on the chest testified to the fact that he’d been working hard. Bright blue eyes shone in an open, cheerful face, framed by a sunburst of golden-brown hair which clustered along his forehead and over his ears.
Twenty years or so separated Liam and Jack, and Jack had no illusions about Liam having any sexual interest in him. He was, however, fairly sure that the boy was gay like himself, and felt a certain paternal desire to see that he was okay. As the youngest of the team, Liam was teased and had his leg pulled regularly by the older workers, but he could cope with that and accepted it all with a good grace.
“So, what’s Santa bringing you, Liam?” asked Grant. “Bigger muscles?”
Liam eyed the massive biceps which Grant was showing off.
“Nah,” he said. “I think I’ll grow these myself. A bigger pay-packet would be good.”
“Some hope of that,” replied Mike. “I was thinking about bigger balls?”
“They look big enough to me,” replied Liam, eyeing Mike’s crotch, “but I suppose it wouldn’t do any harm if you got bigger ones.”
“No, you bastard! I meant you!” roared Mike.
“You did? Oooops! Silly me!” replied Liam as the others howled with laughter and Mike scowled.
“Okay, guys!” called Jimbo. “Time to get back to work. Jack, I want you and Liam to get that fireplace opened up; and the rest of you, outside on demolishing the old shed.”
“Looks like we’re gonna have a ‘grate’ time,” observed Liam with a grin; and Jack groaned theatrically.
“So I guess this’ll be the sitting-room,” said Jack, “and that’s why they want to have the old fire restored. I wonder how long it’s been boarded up?”
“Hey! Maybe there’ll be a dead body behind here,” speculated Liam. “A much-hated master, bumped off by his pupils.”
“More likely to be some dead rats,” muttered Jack as he wielded his large hammer.
Liam was disappointed that there was virtually nothing behind the brick-work after they’d demolished it and revealed the old grate. He knew that the school had been closed about fifteen years previously and had sat empty ever since, until a well-off couple looking for a home to which to retire, had bought it and got an architect to draw up plans to convert it into their dream-house. He leaned into the fireplace and screwed his head round to peer up the chimney.
“Something here,” he said and reached up and pulled, bringing a large bundle of old newspapers down in a flurry of soot.
“Look out, you silly bugger,” shouted Jack. “You’ve got bloody soot everywhere.”
Liam picked up a page of newspaper and looked at it closely.
“July, 1921,” he said. “Shit! This must have been blocked up nearly a century ago.”
“Yeh; well, take all that paper outside; and don’t get soot everywhere!” added Jack.
“Yes, boss,” said Liam with a grin.
He gathered up the large bundle of paper and headed outside. When he returned, Jack was removing the outer edges of the brick-work and starting to uncover the handsome surrounds of the fireplace.
“It’s a big chimney,” observed Liam. “Is it blocked off at the top?”
“I should think so. See if you can see any daylight.”
Liam bent down and peered up into pitch darkness and, “Nuh! Must have been sealed. We’ll need to get it opened up if they’re gonna use the fire.”
“Cor!” gasped Jack sarcastically. “How’d you work that out, Sherlock?”
Liam rolled his eyes at him.
“Maybe you could climb up like the chimney-sweep boys in Victorian times,” suggested Jack, “and push off the seal from the inside.”
Liam made a face at him and peered up the chimney again into the darkness. He was just turning away when something caught his eye. He reached up into the chimney and pulled out……..
“Fucking hell!” said Jack.
“It’s a cane,” said Liam.
“Careful, Liam,” Jack warned. “You’re going to put Sherlock Holmes out of business.”
Liam arched the lissom rod experimentally and then slashed it hard through the air. It created a fierce whine.
“Shit! That’s a serious brute,” remarked Jack. “Wonder how it got there. Maybe some scabby young monkey away back a hundred years ago hid it from his teacher so he wouldn’t get his arse beaten.”
“So it could’ve been there all this time,” mused Liam as he stroked the lithe rod slowly, “just waiting.”
“Well stop wasting time and get on with some work or I’ll take it across your arse,” threatened Jack.
To his astonishment, Liam felt a powerful jolt in his balls and a strong stirring in his cock. He turned hastily away muttering about needing to piss.
“And hurry up!” Jack called after him.
Liam darted outside and hid the cane behind the old bike-shed before returning to work.
During the brief tea-break in mid-afternoon, Jack sat himself beside Liam.
“I noticed that when I mentioned using the cane on you if you didn’t get on with your work, you got quite a reaction down there,” he observed quietly, nodding meaningfully at Liam’s crotch.
Liam reddened slightly and, “Yeh. Dunno why that happened,” he admitted.
“So what did you do with it?” asked Jack.
“The cane. When you pretended to go the toilet. I’m not daft you know.”
“Sorry. I know. I hid it behind the bike-shed.”
“I just thought I might……I don’t really know……..there’s just something……..” murmured Liam before stumbling to a halt.
“I’ve always found the idea of using a cane kind of exciting,” mused Jack. “I saw it used once or twice at school and my big brother told me he got it a few times. It was abolished when I was about eight or nine though.”
“So no point becoming a teacher so you could use it,” said Liam.
“Not bright enough to become a teacher anyway,” said Jack.
“Would you really like to use it?” pursued Liam. “Just to find out how it felt to cane a boy?”
“Why? Are you offering your arse, kid?”
“I’ve been wondering for the last couple of hours what a cane would feel like across my bum,” admitted Liam. “I bet it would sting like a hundred bees.”
“You haven’t answered my question,” Jack persisted.
Liam turned and looked him full in the eyes.
“Yeh,” he said, “if you like, you can cane my arse.”
“And what an arse to beat the first time I use a cane!”
“You think I’ve got a nice arse?” demanded Liam, colouring slightly.
“Boy, you’ve got an arse to die for.”
“Right, er….thanks,” said Liam gruffly, looking decidedly flustered.
“And there’s no need to come all over macho with me,” said Jack.
“I dunno what you mean.”
“I was watching you looking through Mike’s newspaper at lunchtime a few days ago,” said Jack leaning close to Liam and speaking softly. “There was a double-page spread with some very attractive young female models, with hardly any clothes on, demonstrating exercises; but you hardly gave them a glance and turned over the page.”
“So that’s how I know that you’re gay, Liam.”
“Fine; but I know that you’re gay too.”
“How the hell do you know that?”
“Because you’ve got your hand on my thigh.”
Jack snatched his hand away, swore luridly under his breath, and muttered that he hoped none of the guys had noticed.
“Shouldn’t think so,” said Liam. “They’re too busy with their mobile-phones.”
“So, about this caning,” said Jack, “I’m free this evening; or tomorrow when we’ll have finished work for the holiday because it’ll be Christmas Eve.”
“I live with my mum,” said Liam, “so it’d have to be your place. I kind of like the idea of doing it on Christmas Eve. You know, the cane came down the chimney, like it was a present from Santa; so maybe you can cane me as a sort of Christmas present for both of us.”
“Brilliant! But, you sure you want this, Liam? It’s going to hurt.”
“Yeh, I know. I want it to hurt, like it’s a real caning. You see……”
Liam broke off and looked embarrassed.
“Yes?” prompted Jack.
“My dad walked out when I was very young and I’ve kind of missed having a dad. Mum’s okay, but sometimes when I’ve fucked up it feels like I needed an older guy to sort me out; but there wasn’t one. I know beating a boy isn’t the thing these days; but…you’re gonna think I’m weird…….”
“I don’t think so,” said Jack. “Or at least no weirder than me.”
“Well,” continued Liam taking courage, “I think I needed to have my hide tanned; and I still do. I don’t understand why, but maybe just to show me that a guy cares enough to discipline me hard.”
“Right. My place tomorrow evening at seven o’clock and we’ll give it a go, Liam.”
He told Liam where to come to and they returned to work. At the end of the day, Liam showed him where he’d hidden the cane and suggested Jack take it with him.
“I wouldn’t want mum to find it if I took it home,” he said. “She might think I was kinky.”
“And you’re not?”
“Yeh, okay, maybe a bit,” Liam agreed with a grin.
Jack’s home turned out to be a basement flat on the corner of a fairly busy road and a narrow lane. Liam rang the bell nervously, a small part of him half hoping that Jack wouldn’t be there, the whole thing being no more than a fantasy. The door was quickly opened, however, and a smiling Jack ushered him inside.
“It’s actually quite a good place for it,” said Jack, “because there’s a shop above and it’s empty in the evening; and on one side there’s a solid wall to the lane and there’s a room at the back which has the kitchen between it and the next-door flat in the other direction; and the windows of the room just look out on to my private courtyard.”
“So nobody can hear me scream?” said Liam.
“You’re not going to be screaming,” Jack assured him. “Maybe a bit of yelping and the odd squeal,” he added. “That’s all.”
“Oh, that’s okay then,” replied Liam sarcastically. “I wouldn’t like to think you were gonna hurt me or anything.”
“Yeh, fair enough; of course I want you to hurt me. What’s the point of a caning that doesn’t hurt? But not too much, okay?”
“I’ll decide how much, Liam. If you want a father-figure to tan your hide, you take what he thinks you need. Now, about this morning. You definitely looked the worse for wear when you came in to work; five minutes late too, I may add. Out drinking with your mates the night before, eh?”
“Er, yeh, a bit,” Liam confessed. “I had to push myself to get up and going this morning; but five minutes isn’t bad.”
“You think not? I think differently, my lad. You’re paid to be at work on time and you will be. You keep your drinking to evenings when you don’t have work next morning. That’s a lesson that you need to learn, boy; and I’m going to teach it to you. Through here.”
He ushered Liam into a cosy sitting-room at the rear of the flat. The curtains were closed and a log-effect fire glowed in the former fireplace. In the corner a Christmas-tree festooned with coloured lights twinkled cheerfully; and bright Christmas-cards sat on every available surface. Liam looked round approvingly and then his eyes came to rest on the cane, lying demurely on the coffee-table. He stiffened and glanced at Jack.
“It seemed kind of unreal when we made plans yesterday,” he said, “but seeing it there, I think I’m really taking in that I’m gonna get it.”
He rubbed his groin as he felt a strong stirring between his legs.
“And you definitely need it,” said Jack. “And want it,” he added. “There’s hot mince-pies for you later; but a hot arse for you first.”
Liam laughed nervously and again eyed the limber rod on the table. Jack pulled forward a chair.
“Bend over, boy!” he commanded harshly; and Liam obeyed at once.
Jack picked up the cane and slashed it hard a few times, making it whistle through the air. He noticed Liam wincing each time and the sight of the boy’s reaction sent a powerful jolt through his groin. He took up position, reminded himself of what he’d learned in the lengthy practice-session he’d had with the cane and a striped-cushion the previous evening, and rapped Liam’s behind several times. The pale blue denim jeans fitted the boy closely and were stretched tightly across his bottom as he bent over. It made for a delectable target and Jack took careful aim and hit it hard, right across the centre. He saw with pleasure Liam’s flinch as he registered the sting, and he rubbed his throbbing cock. Drawing the cane back he hit again and again, one above and one below the first stroke. Each elicited a flinch from the boy, but he made no sound, and Jack could see that there was a massive bulge in the front of the lad’s tight denims.
He hit lower with the fourth stroke and heard a sharp intake of breath along with a marked clenching of the buttocks for a few seconds. He allowed Liam time to settle and also felt that it was important to the boy’s experience that he be made to wait for what he knew was coming to him. When he was ready, Jack lifted the cane and hit just at the top of Liam’s crease. The youngster bucked slightly and a half-stifled yelp escaped him as he clenched his glutes hard.
“Unclench, boy!” ordered Jack; and he experienced a powerful thrill of excitement when he saw Liam obey at once.
The sixth stroke was delivered slightly higher up Liam’s behind, partly landing on the spot where an earlier stroke had been inflicted. Liam bucked again and gasped audibly before settling. Jack admired the stunningly perfect curve of the lad’s bottom and stroked the front of his own jeans as he savoured the sense of control. Liam was submissive and obedient; and so far a willing recipient of the cane. Jack told him to stand up with his hands at his sides. Liam complied. The expression of concentration on his face betrayed his struggle to process the rod’s sting, but the unmistakeable swelling between his legs betrayed his body’s enjoyment of being beaten.
“Jeans and pants off, Liam!”
Liam found himself obeying the order instinctively and with no thought of failing to do as he was told. He unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zip and then bent to untie and remove his trainers before dropping his jeans and stepping out of them. He didn’t hesitate over removing his briefs, releasing a long, bouncing penis.
“Back over,” said Jack quietly and watched with delight as the boy’s exquisite buttocks were revealed in full punishment-position.
Even through jeans and pants, the cane had left six clear red marks on the boy’s skin.
Jack surveyed the youngster’s rump and decided where to begin the next set of strokes. He rapped the cane on Liam’s behind and saw the tension spring into the boy’s body as he felt the cane on his bare skin for the first time and readied himself for the fierce sting he knew was on its way. Jack hit hard and accurately and was rewarded with a violent buck from Liam, accompanied by a yelp of pain. The lad’s hands grasped the edges of the chair tightly and his buttocks quivered. The subsequent strokes were delivered equally hard, each a little below the previous one until the sixth landed full on Liam’s crease. That sent his right hand flying back to scrub feverishly at his bottom for a few seconds before Jack rapped his wrist with the cane and told him to return it to the chair.
“You don’t put your hands anywhere near your bottom while you’re being beaten, boy,” he informed Liam grimly. “Do you hear me?”
“Yes, sir,” Liam replied submissively.
“I’m going to give you two extra strokes as punishment. Don’t move.”
Liam blinked hard and steadied his body. His penis, which had gone into partial retreat, was just coming back, and the sudden thrill of being told he was getting more gave it a powerful boost to almost full erection. Jack noticed it with appreciation. On Liam’s bottom there now stood out a set of six darker red marks and Jack decided that crossing them at an angle would inflict the most intense sting. The boy had earned them, after all, and had to be taught to keep his hands clear.
Liam squealed and jumped violently as the cane lashed his throbbing rump and searing fire burned deep into his flesh. He clenched his bottom desperately hard as he rode the ferocious sting. Barely had he got himself under control than Jack hit him again and made him writhe and squeal once more. His hands, however, remained firmly in place and he made no attempt to alleviate the pain caused by the lightning-blast unleashed across his buttocks.
“You don’t touch your bottom while you’re being beaten. Understand me, boy?”
“Yes, sir,” Liam assured him softly; and slowly but steadily his resilient young penis began to rise once again.
“Stand up and put your hands on your bottom; but don’t rub,” instructed Jack.
Liam stood carefully and placed a hand on each buttock, fingers splayed, savouring the fiery heat in his caned skin. He took a deep breath and leaned back, eyes closed, his long slim body forming a perfect concave arc from the top of his head down the neck, back, buttocks and legs to his heels. Jack, a hand in his jeans, desperately holding himself back from cumming, gazed in awed appreciation of the boy’s physical beauty. Liam was once more fully aroused and on his face was an expression of complete ecstasy. In the glow of the lamp and the Christmas-lights, his skin shone golden and the cane-welts across his bottom seemed to be a perfect ornamentation.
Jack laid down the cane, walked over to him, and ruffled the tawny hair. Liam’s eyes sprang open and he gave a shy smile.
“What did you think of being caned?”
“Awesome!” declared Liam, eyes dark with knowledge and excitement. “That was just out of this world. It hurt like shining fuck; but it felt amazing. And the way you punished me for touching my arse; oh boy, did that sting! Awesome!” he declared again.
“Great; and I loved every second of it too,” admitted Jack. “Apart from the fact that you’ve got a gorgeous arse to use a cane on, it just felt so good seeing you submit, watching how you reacted, the welts coming up on your skin; and knowing that I had control of you and if I wanted to inflict more pain on you, I could because you’d take it.”
Liam touched his bounding erection and glanced shyly at Jack from beneath his eyebrows before asking tentatively, “Would it be okay if I….you know?”
“Carry on,” invited Jack; and Liam closed his eyes again before starting to work expertly at his throbbing cock, little gasps and moans of pleasure accompanying his efforts, until he exploded in an orgasm which sent spurts of his spunk right over his shoulder.
“Hey! That was fantastic!” exclaimed Liam. “I’ve never done it standing before; and I’ve never fired off that high before either!”
“Looks as if you really did need a good caning,” observed Jack.
“Oh, yeh; I needed it.”
Liam began to rub his bottom and then glanced at Jack.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Jack. I’m being selfish. Can I……..?”
“It’s okay, Liam. I’m old enough to be your dad. When it comes to sex, you want a boy your own age.”
“Well, yeh; but I can still bring you off with my hands. I know what I’m doing.”
“I noticed,” remarked Jack.
“Right; so you did. Just open your jeans and sit down.”
Jack complied and Liam knelt at his feet and used both hands skilfully on him, bringing him to a thunderous climax.
“Not quite as high as me,” said Liam, “but pretty impressive for an old guy.”
“Cheeky young bugger!” retorted Jack and gave him a sharp slap.
“Sorry,” responded Liam, sounding anything but.
“Get your kit back on. Mince-pies and lager coming up,” said Jack and went through to the kitchen.
Liam slowly put on his briefs and jeans and trainers, taking time to enjoy the feel of his ridged skin under his hands and the heat inside his underwear once he was dressed. He was already sporting another full erection. Jack came in with a tray and noticed.
“Randy young bugger, aren’t you? Seems to me you’ll need to come back here for a good, hard dose of the cane.”
Liam’s penis strained for extra length and he winced as it tried to burst free of his denims.
“You want to cane me again?”
“If you’d like it.”
“Yeh, I know it sounds crazy; but I think I would like it.”
“Sit down and have some nosh.”
Liam sat carefully and helped himself to a mince-pie.
“Think you’ve learned not to drink too much the night before you’ve got to work; and to be at work on time?”
“Yes, sir,” Liam replied earnestly. “Jack? Would you be my dad? I mean, I know you’re not really; but when I fuck up, like I did yesterday, will you punish me?”
“It’ll be a pleasure!”
“I guess it’s good one of us enjoys it,” said Liam with a grin.
“As long as I enjoy it,” observed Jack, “it doesn’t matter whether you do or not. You’ll get what you deserve; and if you don’t want to feel the cane more often than your young arse is comfortable with, you’d best behave yourself. I think I’ll give you a maintenance caning every Friday evening, just to remind you to be good.”
“You’re gonna beat me every Friday for nothing?”
“No! To remind you to behave yourself. You got a problem with that, boy?”
“No, dad,” replied Liam quietly.
“That’s better. Now listen, I’m sure you’ve got plenty of pals and maybe even a boyfriend your own age?”
Liam coloured slightly and then admitted coyly that he did.
“That’s okay. I’m not looking to be your boyfriend or anything like that. I think the idea of me being your dad is best. I’ll tan your hide when you need it; and I’ll get my kicks from doing that and from keeping you under control. Okay?”
“Yeh. I’ll like that; but I could, you know, deal with things for you after you’ve beaten me, like I did today; if you want? I know real dads probably don’t do that, but you’re special and you’re gonna do a lot for me; so I want to do something for you.”
“I think I’d like that,” agreed Jack with a smile. “That old cane’s turned out to be a great Christmas present.”
“I got an even better present,” said Liam; and when Jack looked questioningly at him he went on, “A real, live dad who’s not scared to roast my rump when I need it.”
Jack raised his glass.
“To a well-caned bottom!” he said.
“And to a dad who uses the cane,” said Liam.
Liam looked at Jack, his new dad, and at the slim cane lying on the table, took a long drink and gave a contented sigh. He knew he’d done the right thing in entering into a dad/son relationship with Jack, a relationship sealed with the cane. After all, a boy had to act to protect his interests.