Both parts of this adult erotica by Rod Cayenne, published together for the very first time.
– PART ONE –
At the top of the stone spiral staircase was a room known as ‘The Canery’. Like all the rooms in the old schoolhouse which my aunt and uncle had bought there was a brass door plaque with the room name on. I must admit I was wondering if these nameplates were recent additions, as the brasses showed little sign of polishing. I’d always fancied myself as a bit of a sleuth, and I felt sure there was some forgery afoot here.
Later that weekend I was sitting in the small dining area grandly called ‘The Refectory’ with my aunt, when my curiosity got the better of me.
“Aunt Pauline, are those brass plaques original features? They look new to me.”
“How very astute, Richard. Only one or two are originals. The ones saying ‘Headmaster’ and ‘Kitchen’, if I remember correctly. We had the others made locally, in a similar style. I can see why you joined the police, you are quite a sharp lad.”
“Well, I just noticed, that was all. Tell me about ‘The Canery’, that’s an unusual word, in fact, is it even a real word?”
“I’m not sure to be honest, Richard. When we bought the place we did some research, asking the locals about the place. Ex-pupils insisted that the tower room was known as ‘The Canery’ and indeed, that’s where canings took place.”
“I see. I wonder why not in the Headmaster’s study? It seems a bit strange.”
“Yes it does, doesn’t it? I think this was quite a strict place. We found half a dozen canes hidden around the place, so it seems likely that the tales about ‘The Canery’ are true.”
“Really? This is a most interesting building. I can see why you bought it.”
“Yes, we fell in love with it. Truth told, it’s a bit big for just the two of us. You’d be welcome to stay.”
“Well, thank you but I am committed to the Section House a little longer, but after that, I’d love to. Are you sure Uncle Bob wouldn’t mind?”
“Oh I wear the trousers in this relationship. So what I say goes, generally. Talking of which, would you like to see the canes we found?”
Only later did I think about the strange logic in what Aunt Pauline said.
“Yes please. Crime and punishment are always interesting to us coppers. We often discuss bringing back the cane and birch. With the louts of today, we’re always talking about it down at the station.”
“Really? How fascinating, and yet none of your contemporaries can have experienced corporal punishment at school. Or at home, I would hazard a guess.”
“No indeed. The canes?”
“Oh yes. I’ll go and fetch them. I think I left them in the bedroom.”
Again, I didn’t pick up on what Aunt Pauline was telling me in a roundabout way. I must have been in a particularly dim, unsleuthful mood that day. She was gone a while, during which the heavens opened and torrential rain poured down. A distant clap of thunder followed.
“Shit! Bang goes our walk,” I said.
“Yes, looks like we are stuck here. And I hope I won’t be hearing that word again, young Richard!” she admonished. She dropped the canes on to the refectory table. “It’s a word I detest.”
“Apparently swearing would have got the pupil six of the best at this school.”
“Thoroughly deserved I suppose Aunty.”
“Yes, you’re lucky we live in more enlightened times now.”
“Yes. Although I must admit I’d love to know what it was like.”
“Yes, although I suppose that’s a bit weird.”
“Yes, but I suppose it could be fun to invent a little caning game as our walk is off. I’ll tell you what. Go to the headmaster’s study and take these canes with you. I would have suggested a visit to ‘The Canery’ but it’ll be a bit cold up there today.”
So it was the I made my way to the white wooden door with the brass “Headmaster” plaque. I was carrying the six canes, and thinking how little they weighed. Suddenly Aunt Pauline appeared.
“Good lad!” She took the canes off me and went into the office. Just before closing the door she said “You wait outside here like a naughty schoolboy. Knock on the door in five minutes.”
I timed the five minutes to the second, although I was feeling silly about this game we’d arranged. I wasn’t sure now that I wanted to discover what a caning was like. I knocked anyway.
As I entered I was shocked to find Aunt Pauline sat behind the headmaster’s desk, wearing a mortar board and gown. In front of her, on the desk, lay two of the crook handled school canes.
“So Richard, you have been sent to me for using swear words in the Refectory! I need to know what you said so that I can determine the punishment! What filthy language did you use?”
“Just shit Ma’am,” I replied. Strangely, I could feel myself blushing.
“Disgusting behaviour! I hope it didn’t put any of the younger boys off their dinners!”
“No Ma’am, sorry Ma’am!”
“I think this calls for a thorough thrashing for you, boy! Six of the best. On your bare bottom!”
“Whaat?” This was more than I’d bargained for. I’d half expected the traditional six, but not bare!
“Don’t you what me!” Aunt Pauline replied, her acting skills improving by the second.
She picked up one of the canes and gestured to a stool in the corner of the room. It was pale wood, possibly pine, with a cushioned brown leather seat. It looked too modern to be at home in this old-fashioned place.
“Pull it into the middle of the room. That’s it. Now, allow me to take your trousers and underpants down.”
I’d never thought of Aunt Pauline in a sexual way before. Today was different, however. This game was turning me on. Fortunately, I managed to avoid an erection as she undid my belt and pulled my trousers and briefs down.
“You do realise that this will hurt a great deal Richard?”
“Good. Make as much noise as you dare. This place is nicely secluded. However, I must warn you to stay in place over the stool. Jumping up, rubbing or moving will incur extra strokes.”
At this point we were both enjoying the game, although I wasn’t comfortable that my bare bottom was on view to her. I was worried that she would see my arsehole, which I had always regarded as the most private of places. I was less worried about my cock, as I was always proud of it and liked to show it to anyone who expressed an interest in it.
CRACK! The cane lashed down on my naked bottom, but I managed to stay quiet, despite waves and waves of pain.
CRACK! It struck again, and in much the same place. I gasped for air. Wow! The pain was truly phenomenal!
CRACK! “YEOW!” I cried, once again astonished at the pain the slim cane had produced.
CRACK! “Owwww! No more, please.” I begged for mercy as I’d had my fill of this particular game.
CRACK! She was ignoring my discomfort.
“Last one Richard, let’s make it a hard one shall we?”
CRAAACK! “SHIT!” I cried out before realising shamefully that I had repeated the very word that had caused me all this pain in the first place.
“Well, you have failed me Richard. It seems that six of the best has not cured your foul language problem. I am disappointed. You will receive another six to see if we can help solve that little problem.”
I had another little problem. Despite the pain, my cock was becoming erect. I was embarrassed. Aunt Pauline noticed and laughed heartily.
“Take off all your clothes and follow me!” she commanded. We walked out of the study and along the corridor, with me totally naked and with my hands covering my embarrassment. This did mean I was unable to sooth away the burning pain in my bottom cheeks. She was walking purposefully, flexing the cane as she went. We reached the spiral stairs and I realised that the caning would continue up in The Canery.
“Oooh it really is cold up here!” I exclaimed. The room was octagonal, with windows on each face. It had a neglected, musty air. In fact, it was quite a creepy place.
“Well, I did tell you it would be. We’ve only ended up here because of your filthy language! Still another sixer should warm you up nicely. I want you on all fours over this trunk.” She used the cane to point out the dusty item she wanted me to mount. I duly did so and it felt really humiliating. I realised that in this position, on all fours, escape would be impossible. Once again, I worried about my most intimate areas being so cruelly exposed.
CRACK! CRACK CRACK! The cane lashed down again, fast and hard. This time I was determined to watch my language.
CRACK! “YEEOWCH!” I cried. She was trying to break my will, I felt sure. She was strangely silent as she thrashed me. Still, the cane did all the talking, I suppose.
CRACK! “OWWW!” At least that was it. It was over. My arse throbbed awfully.
“There, that was a fun game!” said Aunt Pauline, reverting to her old self instead of the strict role she had been playing. “Did you enjoy it Richard?”
“Only in a funny kind of way,” I said, as I was more concerned with my runaway erection, which seemed to have a mind of its own. “At least I know what it’s like now. And the lads at the station were right. They should bring it back for the louts!”
I gazed through one of the windows at the foul weather and said “I suppose it was more fun than a walk out in that!”
We laughed and had a quick hug. She touched the tip of my stiff penis affectionately.
“Nice!” she said.
After a couple of minutes I had composed myself sufficiently to head down the spiral stairs, followed by Aunt Pauline. I was still naked and looking forward to picking my clothes up from the Headmaster’s study. Aunt Pauline was still in her headmistress outfit, cane in hand. As we reached the bottom of the stairs we bumped into a wet Uncle Bob who didn’t seem in the least bit surprised to find me naked and his wife in her strict outfit. All he asked was, “When’s Richard moving in then?”
– PART TWO –
“Hello Uncle Bob. I’ve come for that frank chat.”
“Good timing. Your Aunt Pauline is out. Let’s go into the Headmaster’s study, shall we? I think you paid it a visit not too long ago.”
“Er yes, I did. I just wanted to see what the whole thing was like, Uncle.”
“I quite understand. We’ve all been there. The natural curiosity of the unthrashed male.”
“So how was it for you?”
“Come on now, Richard! This is meant to be a frank discussion. You need to open up. Let me speak plainly first. Your Aunt Pauline enjoys caning men.”
“Er yes, uncle.”
“But, and it’s a big but…so do I! So if you move in with us, you’ll be getting the cane from both of us.”
“So as to help you make your mind up, I will cane you now. Bare your bottom for me boy!”
Events were moving fast. Richard’s bottom had recovered from his Aunt’s caning, which in truth, had not been that hard. He undid his belt, and his black slacks fell to the ground. Boldly, he pulled down his scarlet Y-fronts, too. His hairy buttocks were revealed to Uncle Bob.
“Over the stool!”
Richard felt vulnerable and embarrassed. It was one thing to display his bare bottom to his aunt. It was kind of different to be showing it to his Uncle. It felt kind of gay. His worst fears were confirmed when Uncle Bob’s warm hands started to feel the naked cheeks. Why was he doing that?
“Quite a soft bottom you have there, Richard. It needs some toughening. I shall have to compare notes with your Aunt Pauline. Now tell me, how many strokes did she give you?”
“The full six of the best, Uncle.”
“Don’t you dare lie to me! It was more than that from what I saw!”
“Oh!” said Richard, having forgotten their encounter at the bottom of The Canery steps. “Actually, it was six of the best in here, and then six in The Canery.”
“Nice try at a recovery, Richard. So six and six, making twelve in total.”
“Well, it sounds to me as if you need some help with counting and remembering numbers. So you can count out each of the strokes I am going to give you!”
“Yes, OK Uncle. How many am I going to get?”
“Well, at least a dozen, to test your numeracy!”
He laughed sadistically, and picked up the cane.
“I’m going to enjoy this. See if you and your soft bottom can too!”
The first stroke landed. It was hard. Very hard. Yes, Uncle Bob was a hard, hard caner! It was appropriate. Richard gasped, and just in time remembered to count.
Uncle liked the sound of that. Of being called ‘Sir’. It was appropriate.
“Owww! Three Sir!”
Richard grunted and counted the stroke. And the next one.
“We’ll stop a minute there, Richard. I’m afraid I must feel the marks to gauge the severity. I’m not doing it for my pleasure, you realise.”
“No, of course not, Uncle.”
Both men knew it was a lie. Of course, Uncle Bob was enjoying his roving hands as they surveyed the surface of Richard’s arse. It was quite humiliating for Richard in some ways, yet quite satisfying in others. Richard thrust his bottom towards the caressing hands. It was appropriate.
“May I have some more caning now, Uncle? Please?”
“I see you are an impatient lad, Richard. I’m not sure I like that in a boy, you know. It may need to be thrashed out of you. Yet your yearning for more punishment is admirable.”
“Thank you, Uncle. I really need it.”
“Yes, you do. Right. Brace yourself!”
A really nasty stroke sliced into the lad’s arse.
“ARRRGGHHH!” he cried and then added, “Seven, Sir!”
“WHAT THE HELL’S GOING ON HERE?” demanded Aunt Pauline as she burst into the study, “Some homosexual spanking scene, I see!”
“Errrr, I was just playing at being headmaster for the boy, no harm, darling!”
“Well judging by the sound I just heard, it was hardly playing. Just look at that nasty mark on Richard’s bottom! In future, you must ask my permission before caning him. Is that clear?”
“Err, yes darling.”
“Good. Now I think you both deserve a good caning from me. I’ll see you both up in The Canery in five minutes. You can take your clothes off now, both of you! And give me that cane, Bob!”
And so it was that the trio re-assembled in the cold room at the top of the stone spiral staircase. Once again The Canery would resound to the noise of naughty male bottoms being chastised. It was appropriate. Bob and Richard were both naked, Pauline had once again donned the gown and mortar board.
“Right, I want both of you to bend over the chest. Richard, you know the form.”
So it was that the two naked men were bent over the dusty old chest. There wasn’t much room, so uncle and nephew were close to each other. This really did feel gay, thought Richard, and rather nice, too. He winked discreetly at Uncle Bob, who was feeling much the same. Their euphoria was short-lived, however, as Aunt Pauline laid into them both with the cane.
CRACK! CRACK ! CRACK!
She alternated between the two bottoms, lashing the cane down indiscriminately, and much more harshly than Richard had been expecting. The two men were sweating profusely despite the coldness of The Canery. The cane strokes were criss-crossing and wrapping around, and despite her outfit she was more sadist than headmistress this time around.
“I’ll have no gay play or familiarity here!” she insisted, “I’ll beat that out of you!”
And she did. For a day or two. But that severe thrashing had brought Uncle Bob and his nephew even closer to each other. They were united in masochism and lust for each other and for Pauline. A few days later, Richard moved out of the Section House and into the old Schoolhouse. It was appropriate. It was the start of a beautiful relationship.
Story and photo © MMXII by Rod Cayenne
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D I S C L A I M E R
All characters appearing in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.