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Hot corporal punishment and more in this brand new story by very special guest author David Stewart. This story is currently exclusive to The Canery. All the characters are 18 or over. Strictly adults only!
Mr Jones by David Stewart
David was 42 years of age and out of work due to redundancy. He was single and had some savings but was desperate to get any sort of work. He had signed on, and on the way home he treated himself to a coffee in his favourite cafe and was on his tablet when Mr Jones arrived.
“Hello David, long time no see! May I join you?”
David was glad of the company of this older family friend. He had always looked upon him as an uncle, even though they were not related.
“Yes, must be three months or more since we last met…think it was in Waitrose, was it not?”
David answered with a smile and said, “Oh and yes, I never called you did I?”
They both smiled and chat centred on the present and the unemployment issue.
“Yes I was fortunate, but being a teacher I suppose one expects to always be needed, but the young people of today have it hard. Have you had any luck searching?”
David explained how many applications and how few responses he’d had. There had been no interviews. He added how he would even take a cleaning job if offered one. That was where he was at.
“Tell you what I can do, assuming you are happy to do so, I need someone a few hours a week, a general handyman as I have an old house and big garden. I could give you £9 an hour and say 10 hrs work a week…what do you think?”
“Look, that’s very kind but you don’t need to do that.”
“Nonsense! I have just placed an advert in my local shop so I am seriously looking. And it’s cash in hand.”
They agreed to it and Mr Jones added, “However David, I expect the same approach as if we did not know each other, and you will be on time and work hard.”
David assured him there would be no issues and agreed to start the following day at 9am.
David turned up just before 9 and Mr Jones let him in and directed him to the first work in hand, which was grass cutting and weeding. David worked hard. The satisfactory arrangement carried on for some months, then came the winter. David started doing interior work, painting and general cleaning.
Over coffee he asked one day, “Mr Jones, the room right at the back, which is locked, may I ask what is inside?”
Mr Jones smiled and said, “Ah that is my, how shall we describe it, reminiscence of a past age and collection of memorabilia.“
“Of when you were a school teacher?”
After being assured it was, David asked, “May I see inside please?”
Mr Jones thought and said, “You can, but I keep my memorabilia private as some might think me odd for keeping a room like that.”
David was intrigued and after coffee followed Mr Jones up the stairs. The door was opened and inside was a schoolroom with 4 desks and chairs, two by two and a larger raised desk and chair with a blackboard over almost half the wall.
“Wow, how realistic,” whistled David, much to Mr Jones’s appreciation.
“Thank you, feel free to look around.”
David walked round, opened the desks and looked inside at the jotters, books, pencils, erasers and pencil sharpeners. He then headed to the teacher’s desk, upon which was the “Punishment Book.” He opened it and started to read through the punishments within. All had a date and the pupil’s name along with a reason and then what the punishment was, which varied between 2 and 6 of the cane. The canes were either junior or senior in description.
Moving through the book, he came to a date on the last page which said 23rd October 1983 – Charles Baxter – Lateness of lines and illegibility when delivered – 12 senior cane and 12 tawse. David was taken aback as this was only four days ago! He acted as if he had not noticed, but Mr Jones knew he had.
It was then David moved over to the cupboard. Within it were some jotters and pencils, and also on the right hand side there were several canes and several tawses, all hanging from hooks.
David blushed not only at what was there but also the fact his cock was pressing hard against his zip.
Mr Jones said “Feel free David, to take out anything you fancy.”
David felt the urge to take one of the canes out and swish it through the air a few times and then took a tawse out and examined the three thick heavy tails.
His mouth was dry and he returned these and closed the cupboard. “Impressive collection and some school room, Mr Jones.”
“Thank you and have you anything you want to ask me about what you have seen?”
“Well…You appear to have made an entry a few days ago in the punishment book . Is that correct?”
“Let’s just say that I have friends who like to revert to their schooldays and in general if you come in to this room you leave with a sore bum and hands.“
“Hands, Mr Jones?”
“Oh the tawse was used in Scotland and it was usually given on the hands, one palm on top of the other, like this. That way you could be sure they really felt the pain.”
“My, Mr Jones…I suppose I am the lucky one, having got to see the room and then leave in one piece?”
“If you choose to, yes.”
They locked up and had another coffee and David steered the conversation back to the school room and the recent punishment book entry.
“So can I ask please, I am not making judgements, but are you saying you cane and tawse other men upstairs and they willingly come here for that?”
Mr Jones went to a drawer and pulled out a magazine. He flicked to the back of the may and pointed out an advert – “Experienced Sir will cane and tawse and tutor errant boys and girls in his country school room.”
David smiled, “And do you get many responses?”
“It would surprise you, yes, and they pay for it. I earn a fair bit of extra income at £30 a visit.”
There was a pause and Mr Jones asked David if he had ever been caned at school.
David replied that he had, several times but he added he had never been tawsed.
“Would you like to be…today?”
David was flustered. Mr Jones said with confidence, “I saw the reaction down below so know it excited you and if I give you a taste then our secret is safe, as is my one.”
David knew he was blushing and almost capitulated by asking, “So what would you give me?”
Mr Jones smiled knowing he had won and said, “I would give your arse a good six of the best but before that I’d tawse your hands…six of the best…look David, we both know you want this…don’t we?…and it’s nothing to be ashamed of and if you want to forget about the entire room and conversation, I know I can trust you not to tell anyone.”
Fighting back his excitement David said, “I think it best, for us both, if we go back to your room Sir, and that way neither of us can say anything to anyone.”
“Good, so you are saying you want me to cane and tawse you?”
Looking and feeling awkward David replied, “Yes please, Sir.”
“OK, give me a few minutes then come up, knock on the door and wait to be invited in.“
David gave him 10 minutes then walked to the top far end of the house and as he knocked the door, feeling so nervous, he noticed it now said “Head Teacher” on the door.
Upon entering he saw in front of him not Mr Jones but “Sir” dressed in his school gown and looking every part an authoritative teacher from David’s schooldays.
“So boy, you are here for a tawsing and caning! When I get the tawse, you will raise both hands, put one on top of the other and take the stroke. Without being told you will then change hands and raise again. You will not pull away and you will not take long between strokes. Now, hands up!”
David raised his hands and watched as Sir drew a long dark brown tawse from within his gown. It had three tails and it looked fierce.
Sir judged the distance and height of the hands, and drew back the tawse over his right shoulder and brought it down with a resounding WHAP as it landed on David’s outstretched palm, causing an intake of breath and the reaction of most to the tawse as he rubbed his hand furiously between his legs. He waited, then raised and changed hands and took the second agonising stroke which was just as sore. Sir looked impassively at him, and resumed play with another resounding WHAP as the leather did its work. David had never endured such pain to his hands, but still raised for the fourth, after which the remaining strokes felt less painful as his hands had numbed somewhat.
Sir smiled and said, “Taken well, boy. Now let us see how the cane feels.”
He went to the cupboard and drew a slender crook handled cane out. He whipped it about, which only made David more nervous, and his erection had long gone.
“Right, you will now undo your trousers and pull them down and then bend over that desk. You will hold tight and if you jump up, reach behind or otherwise fail to impress, you will get that stroke again and another stroke will be added. Do you understand?”
At least David had some idea what was to follow as he had been caned at school, but he was still dreading it. He undid his trousers, lowered them and bent over the desk. He seemed shocked when Sir hooked his thumbs into David’s boxers, whipped them down so that a bared bottom was on display. Sir stood back admiring the bared buttocks awaiting chastisement and then raised the cane high and whipped it down across the centre of his victim’s cheeks. A pleasing scream followed. The second stroke was below the first, and then the third landed above. David was desperately holding the end of the desk and when the fourth made impact he gasped and only just managed to stay bent over. The remaining two strokes were no less painful, but at least it was over. Mr Jones then told him to stand and embarrassed him by forbidding him to pull up his trousers and pants.
Sir quizzed, “Was the tawse painful?” He asked about the caning too, but this line of questioning caused David to show his appreciation, excitement and embarrassment as his cock sprung to attention.
Sir smiled, “A natural reaction for many who enjoy the school discipline scenario, which you obviously must have done. Well, did you?”
David feeling nervous and embarrassed could not deny it and said, “I think it was good, thank you Sir. , I have read about such things but never experienced a caning since school, I’d never had the tawse.”
“But when reading, I bet you wank off thinking of the teacher caning you?”
“And what about the teacher that has just caned you? Do you ever fantasise about what he would do to you or make you do for him?”
“Sir…Sir this is so embarrassing for me to tell you…but…but…well in some of the stories I read the teacher will make the you suck him or he will wank you or…or well sometimes the teacher wants to bend you over and sort of, well, satisfy himself that way.”
Sir smiled and his own cock was straining with excitement.
“So, David are you saying you want to suck my penis, and then have me stick it inside that newly warmed arse of yours?”
David agreed, as did his cock. He nodded.
“Strip for me David.” David swiftly took all his clothes off. “On your knees and suck me!”
David knelt and then undid Sir’s zipper and sucked on the penis that almost slapped his face as it sprung out. Ten minutes later David was bent back over the same desk he had been chastised over and felt Sir press his penis against his lubricated entrance and slowly enter him. David’s fantasy was complete.
The alarm woke David. His hand was soon wanking his cock furiously as he recalled the dream about the family friend, the ex-teacher who for years had dominated his wanking sessions. Three hours later he had signed on. He headed for the cafe and just after he had sat down he heard a voice say, “Hello David, long time no see! May I join you?”
Story © MMXXI by David Stewart
Story used here by very kind permission of the author
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. All the characters are age of 18 or older.