Date: Sun, 01 Jun 2003 14:26:17 +0000
From: nigel doolwy <horny_writer@hotmail.com>
Subject: Spanking Jon

SPANKING JON  By Horny Writer
horny_writer@hotmail.com

Bloody hell it hurt !  Bloody, bloody hell it hurt a lot.  I remember it so
very well.

Having the cane was something of a rite of passage and when I was first told
to bend over I was kind of pleased that my time had come.  But when that
first stroke cracked down on my buttocks it was like a squirt of fire
attacking me. Just a single stroke the first time and I can't even remember
precisely what the peccadillo was that brought about my initiation to
corporal punishment but it bloody well hurt.

I was, in fact, caned three times during my secondary school career, and one
of these it was six of the best !  Now that was something else I can tell
you.  One of my friends at school, he was a good mate, managed to be caned
by three different teachers on the same day.  I wonder what his arse felt
like when he got home and had the chance to examine it in the mirror.
Wouldn't have minded taking a look myself.

Nearly every time a boy got the stick it was in front of the rest of the
class, only the headmaster caned in the privacy of his study.  Of course
there was an air of sympathy for the lad involved but, while nobody ever
admitted it or gave any indication, there was also a degree of sensuality in
being part of the audience.  It was a turn on.

Being caned was a natural part of school life, part of growing up and a test
of an adolescent's claim to manhood.  It was accepted and while not rejoiced
in I doubt you would find many of my age group or older who would have
agreed when a lily-livered government decided to bow to the pansy Eurocrats
and over indulged do-gooders and abolished corporal punishment in schools.
Strangely all this happened the very year after I left school.  Yep, I left
school when I was sixteen and waved a fond farewell to the cane to forget
all about it until earlier this week.

I was busy clearing out a load of junk and found a pair of old gym shoes,
god knows how long I had, had them.  I picked one up and held it tightly
clenched in my right fist, just like the teachers at school used to.  Yes,
I was slippered at school as well. Loads of times, so many I can't remember
them all.  Having the slipper didn't really count, not like having the cane.
  The marks didn't last as long as the cane and were never well defined.
You got the slipper for things like talking when you were supposed not to,
coming last in a PE event or getting too may spellings wrong in a test.
Nothing really.

I do remember one lad weeing in the showers after football, problem was the
teacher saw him. He was dragged out dripping wet and stark naked, made to
bend over and slippered three times.  I bet that hurt as much as any caning.
  Anyway back to the story.

Swishing the plimsoll through the air I remembered those school days and
looked about for something to slipper.  I tanned the arse of the settee arm.
  As I did so a heaviness developed between my legs and a slow but certain
erection began to arise.  Did the teachers at school get a hard on when they
slippered or caned ?  I was curious to know.

A desire to hold a proper cane and swish it through the air in the same way
began to possess me.  The cane was proper corporal punishment, the slipper
was for girls !  How could I get hold of a cane ?  Well it's hardly
something you pop down to Tesco's for is it ?  But I wanted a cane !

I had time to spare so turned to the computer, the Internet and the site Ask
Jeeves.  Where can I buy a punishment cane ?  I typed in.

By this time I was dead horny and slipped a hand down the front of my
trousers to adjust matters into a more comfortable position.  As the reply
came I kept my hand there.  A click onto the first answer in a long list
provided by the site took my breath away, there was a shop only a couple of
miles down the road.  Sure I knew there were such things as sex shops but I
thought they just sold magazines, video's and stuff like that.  This shop
had an on-line catalogue and there were canes for a tenner each.  My heart
beat like a hammer inside my chest but this was nothing to the pounding it
was making as I opened the door of the shop and boldly walked in.

The assistant regarded me with little consequence, as if somebody walked in
every day to buy a cane - they probably did.  I handed over the money and
walked out trying as hard as I could to conceal my purchase.

Back home I waved the cane about, thought back to the times when such an
implement caressed my own backside then dropped my trousers and tried to
cane myself.  Of course at school we lads were always caned through our
trousers but some how the whack of bamboo on bare buttocks had an
interesting appeal.  It was difficult to reach round but I did manage to
register one good stroke.  Looking in the mirror I admired the line then set
up my digital camera and took a series of pictures.  Back to the PC I
studied each one in turn.  Nice.

Naked now before the keyboard I admired the pictures again.  My rock hard
cock demanded I relieve the tension and I enjoyed a superb wank looking at
my own backside.

I wanted to know more about my new found interest of spanking and I wanted
to chat with someone about it, share experiences.  Hell, I was feeling
horny.  That wank had done nothing to relieve that.

I found a website published by a guy in San Francisco called Bare Ass
Spanking - you should check it out.   I e-mailed a message to the webmaster
but San Francisco is a long way off even if I did give serious consideration
to jumping on a 747 and heading off across the Atlantic.

The website did not feature the slipper although it did show a number of
guys being caned.  Many of the pictures featured a paddle, the favoured
implement once used in American schools.  I don't have many DIY tools but
set up a quick workshop in the kitchen and still quite naked made myself my
very own paddle from a length of plywood.  The paddle blade was about ten
inches long with a five or so inch handle.  I wrapped black insulating tape
round the handle and admired my efforts.  Then, to add effect I cut four
half inch holes in the centre of the blade right where it would slap on a
bare bum.

I needed that bare bum, needed it to test out the paddle, my slipper and my
newly purchased cane.  Again I surfed into the Internet and drifted through
a couple of chat rooms where I nattered with several guys but all were time
wasters.  Then I had a thought.

In my briefcase I had a copy of Exchange and Mart I had bought the week
before when I was looking for a new car and recalled there were some gay
chat adverts in the back pages.  I flicked through and found one: Gay Chat
2p per minute.  I dialled the number: 08708 30 30 14.

Once connected I logged myself on with a voice message as Curious Spanker.
I told guys how I had spent money on a cane and made my own paddle.  All I
needed was the right bum.  Was there one out there ?  I was prepared to
travel.

I hadn't been on line for more than a few moments when the first private
message came in.  I ignored it, the guy was miles away.  The second was from
a guy old enough to be my grandfather but number three was perfect.  Jon
told me he was 21 years old and curious about what it would be liked to be
spanked.  He lived about half an hour's drive away.

"Do you fancy spanking me ?"

I did.

"Could you spank me tonight ?"

I bloody well could and my heart almost burst as we continued talking.  I
prayed that we would not get cut off or the line connecting to a heavily
subscribed telephone chat room break down.

"I have my own place," Jon explained.  "At least I share with my sister but
she's away tonight so do you want to come over ?"

Could this be a wind up ?  If I got in the car and drove to the next town
would the address actually exist ?  Would the youthful Jon turn out to be an
ageing perv ?  "So what do you look like ?"  I asked.

He chuckled.   "I am about 6' 2" and slim, dark spiky hair, fairly good
looking with a tight and cute bum. Come over and take a look.  You won't be
disappointed - I promise."

I had previously told him all about me and was silent for a moment.

"You still there ?"

"Yes."

"So are you going to come over ? My bum is dead curious particularly for
that paddle you said you made earlier.  Come and print that across my
cheeks."

What could I lose ?  Worse case scenario an  hour driving there and back and
the cost of the petrol.  But Jon was so precise about the directions and
even gave me his mobile telephone number.  "Ring me as you pull into the
road and I will be at the door waiting for you."

I drove carefully but quickly.  The time on the clock passed as its ordained
rate but time in my mind went so slowly until I eventually found the road
where Jon lived.  I dialled the number and waited for the answer.

"I can see you coming up the road.  Just park outside and bring your cane,
paddle and slipper inside."

I had placed all three inside an old hold-all,  the paddle and slipper were
no problem but the cane poked out the end.  Jon smiled as he saw it.

"Come inside, I'm dead horny."

"You ever been spanked before,"  I began the clumsy conversation.

"No, this will be my first time.  You spanked many ?"

Hell it was my first time as well.

John took off his shirt to reveal broad shoulders and a muscular torso then
dropped his jeans and pants to show two tight bum cheeks.  God they were
inviting.  Things were moving so fast my mind was having difficulty keeping
up.

If I was the spanker and Jon the spankee then I should be the one taking
charge of the situation, giving the orders and he carrying them out.  Not
standing there open mouthed no matter how inviting that backside was.

I look round the room quickly and found a suitable chair.  I sat down.
"Come here,"  I said mustering as much severity in my voice as I could.
"Bend over my knee."

Jon did exactly as he was told, giving me a wink as he settled into
position.

I has the slipper already in my hand.  I lifted my arm high into the air
then brought that slipper down as hard as I could on that beautiful bare
bum.  It made a loud slap and man it must have hurt.  I felt Jon tighten
against me as he gasped with the sudden pain.  I wanted to ask him if it
hurt but I knew the answer.  I knew also the answer to his desire for more.

Whack - whack - whack - I delivered three more stinging blows. Already a
satisfying red glow as beginning to appear.  Two more - whack - whack - to
complete the full half dozen.

I dropped the slipper to the floor by my side and ran a hand over the
bruised bum.  It felt good and to it I delivered a couple of firm hand
swats.

John was as hard as rock and I could feel his stiff cock pressing against
the top of my leg.  My own manhood was pointing upwards with great strength
and purpose.

I reached for the paddle and smiled at my woodworking efforts.  I laid it
gently across Jon and eyes how I would bring it down to the greatest effect.
  Inside my briefs I was damp with precum, it would not take much to make me
cum fully.

The first swat of the paddle sent an echo round the room closely followed by
a cry of pain from Jon.  He had been groaning and offering the odd Owch with
every stroke but this was a real cry of pain.  I hesitated and wondered if
he had enough.

"Don't stop," he said. "I need more punishment."

Well he was going to get it and get it good.

"Stand up boy and bend over so I can punish you properly.  This over the
knee stuff is for kids."

He did as he was told, bending over and placing his hands on his knees.
This was much better, I could now put some real force behind my swing.  That
home-made paddle was certainly making its impression on Jon and leaving
clear marks on his already reddened behind.  Unlike the slippering I was not
counting the strokes, perhaps I had reached double figures - if not then I
wasn't far from them - when a super stroke snapped the blade of the paddle
right where it met the handle.  My woodworking effort had not been good
enough, there was a design fault which I would have to rectify.

"You broke my paddle,"  I said accusingly.  "It will have to be the cane
now."

"Yes,"  John said still bent double and ready to receive it.  "Please."

I held the end of the cane in one hand while resting its tip against John's
buttocks.  They still looked good in spite of the beating they had taken.
His legs were apart and I could see his balls hanging low between them, his
cock was like rock as was indeed my own.  I knew I could cum at any time
simply through the pleasure of spanking my new friend and guessed with each
stroke I delivered he was nearing a climax.

Placing the cane to one side just momentarily I rolled up the sleeves of my
shirt then undid the buttons down the front. I was working up quite a sweat.
  Kind of automatically I unfastened my trousers and let them fall to the
floor.  Stepping out of them to stand in my underpants I picked up the cane
to resume work.

My god that arse was beautiful.  Again I laid the cane across both buttocks
then eyed the target and prepared to take aim.  The cane made a loud swish
as the air fought to move out of the way as it sped down. The crack as it
met bare flesh was louder than anything so far generated save for the scream
of Jon.  His voice had a croak of tears about it as he called for a second
stroke.

Before the cane had lifted more than a few inches in preparation for that
second stroke a firm red line was developing and deepening like the glow of
an electric fire when it is first turned on.  Soon there was a second and
then a third line by the side of the first.

The bicep in my right arm was beginning to ache but that ache was nothing
compared to the ache in my cock as it burst to cum.  I would not be able to
hold it for very much longer.

With the next stroke Jon began to cum, his cries of pain changed to cries of
delight as the spanking generated within him a spontaneous ejaculation.  I
ripped my pants away and held my cock in my left hand as I delivered yet
another blow with my right.

I didn't need to hold it as, like Jon's, it was in control of its own
destiny and burst forth a fountain of man-fire.

Jon stood to face me, his punishment over.  I smiled at him.  "That was
good," Jon said. "Better than I imagined, much better."

"It was good for me as well,"  I said.

He smiled again.  "So I see.  Same time next week ?"

I nodded.

I do hope you enjoyed that and had some fun with it.  Please let me know.
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