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New to The Canery is this exciting caning story by very special guest author Baddlad17. All the characters are 18 or older. WARNING: ADULTS ONLY!
What Happens On Tour Stays On Tour by Baddlad17
The lads climbed back onto the coach for what was going to prove a long hard journey for at least five members of the squad. Team captain Rob Phillips, John Davies, Ryan Taylor, Chris Stevens and Gary Baxter eased themselves gently into their seats with backsides still very sore from the caning the coach had applied less than an hour before.
Why had a Rugby Coach caned five members of his team? Why, come to that, had the lads dropped their pants, to meekly offer bare arses for this treatment? Well, it was better than a possible criminal record! Or being thrown off the team! Sometimes Rugger players have to take one for the team so to speak. This was one of those times.
It all began at the end of the game, which the team won 81-9. In high spirits they returned to the hotel, singing and chanting, and generally having a good time. The hotel laid on a lavish evening meal for the lads which was devoured with gusto by the young squad. After the meal Coach said that as they had won so convincingly, they could have a couple of drinks to celebrate. He warned the captain Rob Phillips to keep an eye on them and make sure they only had a couple of pints.
Rob, twenty-two years old was quite young to be in the position he was. It was his enthusiasm and commitment that had encouraged the coach to offer him the job. He had been captain for a little over six months after the enforced retirement of his predecessor due to serious injury. However, in this short time he had persuaded the Coach, Martin Fisher, that he could lead the team and keep them under control.
On the fateful night, all went horribly wrong. Coach Fisher had departed shortly after the meal, heading to bed for an early night. Most of the older members of the squad did as they had been told and after a couple, three at most, pints, they sloped off to bed. By ten o’clock only the captain and four of the more junior members remained in the bar.
John Davies and Ryan Taylor were nineteen. Both were a little on the wild side, but they were superb Rugby players. In spite of their youth they could handle the rough and tumble of the game. Gary Baxter and Chris Stephens were the youngest members of the squad, at eighteen, yet they usually displayed a maturity far beyond their years. On this night the beer flowed rather too much. Not wanting to be the boring one, the Captain forgot his responsibilities and had more to drink than he had promised.
After consuming around eight pints each the lads had become boisterous. Other hotel guests looked on increasingly horrified, as the lads sang lewd songs, swore relentlessly and caused great embarrassment to the ladies present. The Barman, fearing he was losing control, called for the Manager.
The Manager summing up the situation, politely asked the lads to be quiet and to be aware there were other guests in the hotel. However, by this stage the drink had got to the players and what followed turned into a rampage with the boys insulting the manager, before finally leaving the bar, only to run around setting off fire extinguishers as the high jinks continued. By this stage the Manager had had enough. He called the coach to come to his assistance.
On receiving the call from reception at almost midnight, about the behaviour of a number of his players, Martin Fisher rose sleepily from his bed and quickly threw his tracksuit on before going downstairs as quickly as he could. The five drunk players had realised by this stage that their high jinks had gone too far.
They were trying to apologise to the Manager when the Coach arrived on the scene. Summing up the state of his Players and with a look of total disgust on his face he gave a withering glance at them, particularly the Captain, as he approached the desk.
The Manager was on the verge of ringing the police. The last thing he needed was the Hotel getting a bad name due to a bunch of rowdy drunken rugby players. Coach Fisher asked the Manager if he could have a private word with him before he took any further action. Reluctantly he agreed, leading the Coach into his office.
“You lot stay where you are. I will deal with you shortly.” He said as he disappeared.
George Cornwell, the Manager, told him what had transpired. They had been asked to quieten down a few times but their language and behaviour had become increasingly outrageous. Eventually he had gone into the bar and asked them to quieten down and go to their rooms. While on their way, the lads had let off several fire extinguishers causing damage and waking other guests. As far as George was concerned they had gone too far. Was there any good reasons he should not call the police?
Listening to the Manager, Martin’s anger with the boys increased. He had made it clear to the entire team that two pints was the maximum. It was clear they had consumed many more and caused a lot of trouble.
The Manager, looked at Martin and said, “If any of my young waiters had behaved in that fashion they would be going home with very sore backsides! The same goes for the Commis chefs. We keep our youngsters in line with this!”
As he was speaking he opened a cupboard and extracted a long punishment cane which he laid on the desk.
“If you don’t want me to call the police, you will deal with your lads in the same manner. You will bring them down here tomorrow morning after breakfast, and you will cane them here in my presence. I want to see each one of them sporting six horizontal stripes across their bare backsides. It’s that or I will let the law deal with them”.
Martin looked incredulously at the Hotel Manager. Was this guy for real? Cane his players? He could just imagine the response from the lads when he told them that one! Try as he might though the Manager would not be moved. The lads must accept a caning or the police would be called. They would be arrested for criminal damage, being drunk and disorderly, and any other offences the police felt appropriate.
Martin called Rob Phillips into the office and explained the deal. At first Rob thought it was some sort of sick joke. They were not little schoolboys! They were grown men.
He looked at the cane lying on the desk and knew that given the circumstances they were in a mess! If they were arrested the police would press charges and the publicity could cause a lot of trouble for the club. It might even affect the employment of those in work. Each could end up with a criminal record. The coach left him to consider that it was the sensible option. He was told to ensure the players got to their rooms and not to mention anything to them until the morning. Then they could discuss it and choose.
“It has to be a group decision,” he added. “All of you will have to accept corporal punishment, or the police will be called,” were Martin’s parting words.
The players, in spite of being the worse for wear, listened to their coaches lecture on how they had let the team down, after which they made their way to their rooms.
Rob, who alone knew of the decision before the offending team members, and in spite of having had a few pints, spent a sleepless night mulling over the situation. Martin had said six strokes of the cane, bare backside; or arrest and formal criminal charges.
Rob thought about the cane. He had attended a boarding school, though the cane had been banned by then. He had been slippered a couple of times. It had stung quite a bit but had not been too bad. His Housemaster had once told him they were lucky the cane was no longer in use, as it would have been much worse. Well, he thought, tomorrow it was possible he would be feeling one at last.
Breakfast the following morning was taken quietly by the four younger players. They all regretted their actions of the previous night and wondered what the consequences were going to be. Rob Phillips, knowing the choice they would have to make, picked at his food.
The coach approached the players and informed them they had a meeting in the hotel Managers office straight after breakfast. The lads anxiety increased as they made their way to the appointment, wondering what would befall them. In view of the previous night’s activities it was not going to be an easy ride.
Thirty minutes later the four young players listened in horror to the choices before them. Team Captain Rob Phillips recommended that they take the caning, urging the others to do the same. The four, like their captain the previous night, struggled to believe the offer being put to them. John Davies and Ryan Taylor stared at one another and both of them began to laugh.
“You are joking, right?” they asked in unison, as they looked from the coach to the captain and then to the Hotel Manager. At this point the Manager opened the cupboard, extracted the whippy rod and placed it on the desk for all to gaze upon.
Each boy faced the stark choice; to take a dose of the whippy cane; or be dealt with by the police, with all the uncertainty that might mean.
Martin looked at the five before saying, “Lads, I really don’t want to cane you but I urge you all to accept it for the good of the club. If you guys get arrested and this goes to court it will be bad publicity for us, and in view of the fact the chairman is trying to negotiate a new sponsor for next season this could be bad news all round. At least this way it will remain here on tour, the only people who will know will be the seven of us in this room. Now so what is it to be?”
The lads looked at each other, no one wanting to be the first to step forward. The grim reality of what awaited them began to sink in. Rob Phillips was the first one to make a stand.
“I am willing to take the caning for the team. Spare the other lads. As Captain, I should have stopped this last night and not joined in. I am the one who really deserves to take this.”
Immediately, eighteen year old Gary Baxter stepped forward and looking directly at Rob said, “We are all adults and are equally to blame. I will take this to protect the team.”
Slowly the remaining players took the decision, agreeing to take this punishment.
Martin looked at his players, tears welling in his eyes.
“Lads, I am very proud of you all today. What is going to happen will be very painful and humiliating for you guys. You have made a mistake but you are willing to pay the price and move on for the good of the team. I only hope you can all learn something from this.”
Turning to the hotel Manager, he asked what should happen now.
There was a little room just off from the office where the waiters and commis chefs took their whippings. Martin and the Manager went in. It contained an old wooden school desk with the seat attached, a couple of chairs in corners, and a wicker basket in another corner, containing half a dozen canes. Martin looked at them and then at the Manager.
The Manager told Martin it was time to do his duty. Martin selected a cane from the basket and gave it a swish through the air. It sounded terribly whippy, yet it was very light. He had been on the receiving end of one these during his schooldays but he had never used one on anybody. He decided to start with the Captain, so called in Rob Phillips.
Stepping through the door Rob looked round, taking in the desk and his coach holding the cane. Pointing with the cane Martin told Rob to go and stand in front of the desk, drop his tracksuit bottoms and underpants and to stretch right over and grip the seat of the desk.
Rob, a big sturdily built player, did as he was instructed. After slipping his trousers off, he slipped his hands into the waist band of his underpants and peeled them over muscular buttocks and thick cock, letting them drop to join his tracks round his ankles. His well-muscled bum cheeks and thighs were now exposed. His firm thighs and legs were thick with hair yet this grown man meekly bent over and raised his naked bottom for a dose of the cane.
Standing behind him Martin lined the instrument of correction with the centre of the bum cheeks. After measuring the distance he raised it high before whipping it hard across the waiting buttocks. Rob gasped as the first stroke swished into his arse. Martin stepped back and watched the white stripe quickly turn red before he lined up with a point lower down and thrashed a second stroke. Once again Rob gasped, but otherwise kept himself in check. A third stroke whipped across the naked buttocks. Martin stepped back and observed the three red lines which adorned the bare bottom before him.
Raising the cane again, he struck a fourth landing it lower still. This time Rob let out a lusty yell. Martin was encouraged by this and applied the last two strokes quickly, but if anything, with more power, in the same area which caused the team captain to roar! His backside involuntary squirmed as he absorbed the stripes.
The coach watched as the six red stripes darkened and swelled into thick welts. On being giving permission, Rob stood, his hands going back to rub the damage. Surprisingly the lad was semi erect. Seeing this Martins own cock began to twitch. He had found it quite a horny experience.
Rob pulled his underpants and tracks back up and began to rub his bottom furiously as he tried desperately to ease the sting. Martin told him to wait outside and to send in Gary Baxter. Soon Gary was over the desk, his bare arse ready for the sting of the cane.
Meanwhile in the outer office, Rob bared his bum again to show the damage to the others. His backside hurt like hell and he continued to rub the welts while they all listened to the swish and the crack as the cane visited Gary’s backside.
One by one the others went in and took their richly deserved canings. By the time Martin had lashed the last stroke across the last arse, his cock was rampant. The highly charged atmosphere had got him excited, as to a lesser extent it had done to five athletic male rugger players!
After all the punishments had been administered, the Manager and Coach returned to the office to find the five players furiously rubbing their backsides.
Martin’s mind was racing. He had thoroughly enjoyed caning these boys. He wondered if he should purchase one to keep at the club should any of the lads need a dose in the future! Perhaps it would work better than a fine or suspension for disciplinary infractions.
What happens on tour, stays on tour!
At last the lads were free to go. The Hotel Manager had enjoyed watching the cane lashing those boys. He was in desperate need of a visit to the toilet where he could sort out a little problem that had arisen. Shaking hands with the Coach he offered him the cane as a present. He had a feeling Martin might want to use it again sometime. Martin accepted the offer and thanked the Manager.
And so as the coach drove away from the weekend tour that morning five players shuffled miserably in their seats feeling every bump in the road, while at the front of the coach Martin opened his kit bag and examined his new toy.
A new era at the club was just beginning. He wondered how soon he might be able to put the new regime into practice.
He hoped, and felt, it might be soon!
Story ©MMXII by Baddlad17, and used here by very kind permission of the author.
D I S C L A I M E R
All characters and businesses appearing in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
One of Baddlad17’s very best stories here! Hope you all enjoy it as much as I have.
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Very appropriate for naughty sportsmen