♥ Site recommended story ♥
New to The Canery is this fine old story by much-missed friend Skinpang, R.I.P. All the characters are 18 or older. WARNING: ADULTS ONLY!
A Moving Experience by Skinpang
Barry and Robin had been close friends for most of their lives. They had been through junior and secondary school together and now the two eighteen year olds worked together. They were employed by a removal firm; Barry, who had passed his HGV driving test, drove a removal van and Robin acted as his mate. One morning they reported to the boss as usual to find out what jobs they had got for that day.
“What have we got today, Mr Speed? asked Barry.
“Ah! Yes!” replied Mr Speed, “This should keep you busy for a day or two! You have to move the furniture out of the old Drayshaw Secondary School. The desks are to be taken to their new premises in Cromwell Road. I don’t know how many trips it will take; – I understand there are just over a thousand of them! The rest of the furniture, such as cupboards and filing cabinets etcetera, they don’t need. They’ve got all new stuff. You are to take all that down to the auction room to be sold off. I should see to that first if I was you, there’s no hurry for the desks as the school is on holiday anyway. They tell me that anything left in drawers or cupboards is all useless and can be thrown out. Take anything like that down to the tip and dump it.”
“I’m sorry in a way to see the old place close!” said Barry.
“You were there?” asked Mr Speed.
“We both were!” answered Barry, “Robin and I sat side by side throughout our school years.”
“Well, the school’s not closing. Just moving to a modern building. Here’s the key, by the way.”
“Thanks!” said Barry, taking hold of the key, “Come on Robin, let’s get cracking!”
They drove to their old school and entered the building.
“Don’t it seem ghostly!” remarked Robin, “I mean all quiet and empty like this. It used to be so full of life when we were here!”
“Does seem strange, don’t it?” replied Barry, “Let’s go round every room first and see what there is to chuck out.”
They found lots of files and papers dating years back, rulers, chalk and other brick-a-brac. Eventually they came to the headmaster’s office. Again they found bits and pieces to throw out; half used pencils, erasers and more old files. Robin opened a tall cupboard which stood against a wall.
“Well-well-well! Look what I’ve found!” he exclaimed as he pulled an old gymshoe and a cane from the cupboard, “However long have these been here!”
“Good God!” ejaculated Barry, “Since before we were born! They haven’t used canes for about thirty years!”
Robin flipped it through the air and it produced a loud “swish!”
“Cor! I bet that used to hurt! imagine getting that across your arse!” said Robin.
He looked at the shoe. “I always thought they used slippers.” he remarked.
“That’s what they called them, but they were nearly always gymshoes,” explained Barry, “I’ve heard my grandfather talk about it.”
Barry picked up the slipper. “I should think this carried quite a wallop too!” suggested Barry.
He handed the slipper to Robin and bent over the table!
“Come on! Give me a wallop across my arse with it! I want to know what it was like!”
Robin laughed and obliged! He brought the slipper down hard on Barry’s backside with a resounding “CRACK!”
Barry stood up. “It stings a bit!” was his verdict, “But it’s not that bad!”
“That was only one!” said Robin, “Don’t forget they used to get six! Six of the best they called it! And you’re an adult; the little’uns used to get that! Bend over again and try another five!”
“I will if you will too!” challenged Barry.
“Yes! Okay! I want to find out what it was like too!” responded Robin.
Barry bent flat across the table, his trousers stretching tight around his well formed buttocks. Robin got got the feeling that he was going to enjoy doing this!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Barry got up and could not resist giving his bottom a quick rub!
“That hurt!” was his first comment, “But it’s rather a nice feeling! Let’s have the slipper. Now it’s your turn!”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Robin squirmed a little after the forth stroke. It was obviously beginning to bite!
WHACK! WHACK!
Robin got up smiling and rubbing his stinging buns!
“It hurts, don’t it!” stating the obvious! “I’ll bet that stopped them messing about better than detention did!”
Barry was looking down at Robin’s crutch! “You’ve got one too!” he remarked.
“One what?” asked Robin.
“A hard on!”
“Er! Yes” admitted Robin, “It seems to turn you on, doesn’t it!?”
Now Robin was carefully examining the cane. “I bet you couldn’t keep over the table for six with this!”
“You’re on!” said Barry taking up the challenge, “I bet you a fiver I can!”
“Right!” Robin said, “Let’s see the colour of your money!”
They both put a fiver on the table. Barry again took up the classic position over the table.
Swish CRACK!
“Yeeeeoooowl” yelled out Barry, completely unprepared for such an intense sting!
“Had enough already!” was Robin’s half question half statement.
“No way!” exclaimed Barry, “It just took me by surprise, that’s all! Carry on!”
Swish CRACK! Swish CRACK! Swish CRACK!
Barry did not call out any more, but he was squirming like billy-ho!
Swish CRACK! Swish CRACK!
Barry leapt up, his hands too busy grabbing his rear end to pick up the money!
“Cor! F..king hell!” he gasped out, “That thing’s a killer!”
After a minute or two he released his hands and picked up the cane.
“I’ll give you the chance to get your money back!” he told Robin.
“Okay! If you can take it, so can I!” replied Robin.
Robin bent over the table. He had seen how Barry had been caught out by the first stroke so he braced himself for it!
Swish CRACK!
Robin managed to remain quiet, but he could now see (or rather feel!) what Barry had meant! He could not remember ever before experiencing such searing pain!
Swish CRACK! Swish CRACK! Swish CRACK!
When the fifth stroke came he could not prevent himself from calling out!
Swish CRACK!
“Aoooowl!”
Just as Barry had done, he was squirming, his bottom doing a merry dance from side to side!
Swish CRACK!
“Aoooowl!….Aoooowl….aooooowl!”
And just as Barry had he jumped up and grabbed the affected parts! Barry pushed one of the fivers across the table towards Robin and put the other one in his pocket.
“We’ll call that a draw!” said Barry with a grin.
“Hell’s bells!” ejaculated Robin, “And to think they used to do that to lads half our age!”
“Yes! But my grandfather told me that most of them had enough sense not to get in trouble in those days. I can see why now!”
“I don’t feel like loading this stuff up for a while till I get over it a bit!” said Robin, “Let’s have our morning break now, shall we?”
They fetched their vacuum flasks and sandwiches and brought them back into the headmaster’s office. There were chairs in there but they concluded that it would be more comfortable standing up! Robin looked at the cane and slipper on the table.
“It would be a pity to throw them away!” he mused, “I mean, there’s some history there, isn’t there? I wonder how many arses they’ve been across!”
“Several hundreds I bet!” speculated Barry, “I’ll tell you what! I could take them home with me and keep them in my car! My folks go out every Friday night. Perhaps you would fancy coming round to my place some Friday nights and then we could go up to my bedroom and…..You get my meaning?”
Robin grinned! “I’m game!” he replied.
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Story ©MMIV by Skinpang.
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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.
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Caning & Spanking @ The Canery 
Publishing this here as a tribute to my old friend Ivan.
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Nothing like a couple of guys finding the thrill of slipper or cane; and with a prospect for more in future. A great story and an excellent ‘warmer’ on a chilly December day!
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