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In case you are new to these stories, here is a brief recap.
Roger Livingstone had cheated at university and submitted an essay which was not his. His tutor had given him the choice between official action, which would mean his immediate expulsion from university or getting himself thrashed by a relative or friend and returning to prove that it had been done. He had tried to find his uncle but had discovered that he was away. On the way back home, he accepted the offer of help from an older man, Peter Hill, who gave him his caning but also required that he went back for a second instalment. That occasion had rounded off his earliest encounter with corporal punishment with a heavy strap, a tawse and a final few with a cane.
Later he used the same story again, this time to get a caning from Harold Furness, who had been in the Royal Navy and had both experienced and dished out canings there. Things developed even further when he met Russell Omerod who introduced Roger to his old headmaster who birched him. Russell also uncovered Roger's desire for caning when he realised that his story was not true. This enabled him to lead him on to other experiences as well.
Russell had also introduced Roger to his cousin, Basil Chapman. He had set up a visit for Roger to his own old school where he had had a very effective caning from Mr Lovell, the Gym Master. He was also required to go for more and that turned out to be a demonstration of a school tradition including walloping with a variety of weapons from the entire set of prefects.
Now read on.
The university term was almost due to start. Basil had gone back home for a few days before he registered and started his research officially. Russell was back in the area and was finding Roger a convenient and pleasant escape from his father's presence. In a few days' time he would be going back to Oxford. It was then that the trouble started. They went out for the evening and met some other students. They moved from public house to public house. Eventually, almost unable to stand up, they were ejected from one.
Roger said, "You'd better come to my place, Russell."
A less intoxicated friend said, "You'll never even find it in your state. I'll get a taxi and take your there."
Thus it was that Roger and Russell were deposited outside Roger's flat. He struggled to get the key in the door and suddenly they were joined by a third figure. Basil had returned. Immediately, he summed up the situation, took the key from Roger, opened the door and encouraged them to go in. He followed, closed the door and said, "Go and sit down. I'll make some black coffee."
A few minutes later, he had equipped them each with cups of coffee.
"Russell, how did you get over here?"
"On my bike. I couldn't borrow a car."
"You can't even manage a bike in your state. Shall I drive you back?"
"Dad'll kill me if I go back like this. Can't I stay here?"
"I'll try."
He went out of the room. A few minutes later he returned. "I've probably committed perjury but I've convinced him that you've gone to a meeting and it will be late ending. He's agreed that you can stay with one of us."
"Thanks, Basil."
The night ended surprisingly quietly. He got them to bed and left them.
Next morning Basil and Roger had the mothers of all hangovers. More coffee and aspirin did little to help but they finally cleared. Basil was in the university and when Roger and Russell went into the Union for lunch, he saw them.
"I want to see you two later this afternoon. You can both be in Roger's flat at six o'clock."
Russell said, "What for?"
"It's bloody obvious what for. Because of last night. Russell, have you still got your father's tawse?"
"I've still got it, but it's not out here. Why?"
"Well, I'll give you a choice. Either I give you both a good thrashing for last night or I tell your father the truth. Even you must see that he'd be entitled to give you a real leathering after that performance."
"OK. I admit it's due. Do you want me to go home and get that tawse for you?"
"We could use that as well, if you do."
Russell said, "As well?"
Roger replied, "He managed to get some canes when we went to his old school. It looks as though we've given him the chance to get them working. The only problem is that there are three of us unless Basil brings somebody else."
Basil said, "Don't worry about me, Roger. It'll set me up nicely for the evening out. If you two want to comfort each other, you could extend Russell's education and make sure you've got some lube."
Russell said, "What for?"
Basil replied, "If you don't know, then you can have a surprise."
During the afternoon, Roger drove out to the Rectory with Russell. He managed to get in and out of the house without an encounter with his father, smuggling the tawse out on his return. They were ready and waiting when Basil appeared, already changed and dressed for his evening out. In line with the tradition of Basil's old school, Roger and Russell were already attired in white gym strip. The tawse lay ready on the table for Basil's use. They knew that they were in for an uncomfortable time.
That was to be delayed. Basil said, "Sorry I'm a bit late. I got held up. I've just had time to get washed and changed. Can you rustle a coffee up for me, please?"
Roger said, "Sure. Do you want one as well, Russell?"
"Yes, please. I can always drink one."
This extended the period of worried anticipation for the two offenders. No mention was made of their impending discomfort. Instead, they talked about the coming term, their expectations and their hopes.
Eventually, the time did arrive. Basil said, "If we're using cane and tawse, I've been wondering. It could be a really good leathering for Russell. That's what his father would have given him. Roger could get a comparative caning. Alternatively, you could both have cane and tawse."
Roger said, "I don't know about Russell, but I think we were in it together. We are as guilty as each other and we ought to have the same. That would mean having both."
Russell said, "I agree."
Basil said, "There's still a choice. Is it worse to have the cane on a belted backside or to have the tawse on a striped one?"
Russell said, "I don't know. They're probably about the same, I think."
"Right. We'll assume that and I can have a bit of variation. One of you will get the tawse first and the other will have the cane. Any preferences?"
Roger said, "We're being punished. I don't think we should have the choice. If you don't want to decide, why don't you toss up or something like that?"
Basil took a sheet of paper, tore it in two and wrote on each piece. He folded them and said, "Take one each. This will decide."
They each took the one closest to them and unfolded them.
Roger said, "Caning first for me."
Russell said, "And I get the tawse first. I suppose that's fair enough."
"Right. You can witness each other's treatment. We'll have the tawse at work in the bedroom. Both of you get there. Russell, get your shorts off."
Russell led the way and slipped his sorts down as he went into the bedroom. He folded them and placed them on a chair saying, "I got extra for being untidy last time."
Basil said, "I remembered and was on the look out."
Russell moved into the position he knew that Basil required, kneeling on the bed, head and shoulders down on the mattress and backside prominently displayed for the tawse. He braced himself as Roger watched Basil raise the weapon and smash it down into his friend's posterior. He saw it redden where it had struck and he saw Russell writhe as he absorbed its effect. Basil took it back again. Again it smashed down. Roger counted twelve strokes and Russell had managed to stay in position for them all. He knew what he would be getting to round the session off. Before that, there was the little matter of the cane. Russell stepped into his shorts, pulled them up and rubbed his seat. Together they went back to the sitting room.
Basil said, "Your turn, Roger. Bend forward into an armchair, rest on your forearms, head well down, legs straight and backside presented nicely for the cane, please."
Roger obeyed and waited. He felt the cane rest across both cheeks as Basil took careful aim. Then he felt the surge of pain as he struck. It seemed to fill his conscious being. He forced his legs straight again and waited for the second.
CRRACKK!
That was the second. It was as bad as its predecessor and again he felt that familiar surge of pain. He also felt his already erect manhood throbbing with increasing excitement.
CRRACKK! The third landed exactly along the tender line produced by the first. Roger gasped and realised that he was instinctively leaning away from Basil. It was a pointless instinct. It did nothing to reduce the power of the impact. It was a dangerous instinct, though. He corrected it as he straightened his legs again before Basil decided that he had earned a bonus.
CRRACKK! The onset continued with the fourth. Roger took a deep breath to maintain the control he needed to present his seat for this treatment. It hurt and after last night he knew he deserved to have it hurt.
CRRACKK!
CRRACKK! That was six. Roger was aware that he needing to experience punishment but that did not alter the fact that it was punishment and that it hurt.
CRRACKK!
CRRACKK! That was eight. Roger was beginning to wonder is he would be able to hold out.
CRRACKK! Nine. Would it stop now? He did not verbalise this question but it was answered.
CRRACKK!
CRRACKK!
CRRACKK!
"That's enough, Roger."
Roger stood, made space for Russell and massaged his stripes. He watched Russell present his target and admired the shape of his bottom, offering itself for the avenging cane. Roger half regretted not being able to see the stripes as they happened but there was something attractive about a well shaped bottom encased in white and he knew he would see them soon in any case.
He watched Basil deliver the same medicine to his friend as he had had. It was clear that Basil was having the same struggle to remain in place that Roger had had.
Then it was time for them to go back to the bedroom.
Roger slipped his shorts off and placed them, folded, on a chair. Without being told, he took his place on the bed, realising as he did so that there was an advantage to having changed. If he happened to fall flat, the presence of the jockstrap reduced the danger of an accident as he had the remainder in that position. Basil followed him took up the tawse and started his work.
SPPLATT! Roger found himself almost knocked flat again. There was a surge of pain from the blow across his already striped rear end.
SPPLATT! SPPLATT! His seat was becoming increasingly warm and the pain of each stroke continued to fill his entire being.
SPPLATT! SPPLATT! SPPLATT!
Roger knew that he was half way through this session unless he fell flat or earned some other bonus. He was determined that the would have no bonus if he could avoid it. What he was already to receive would be ample. His seat was becoming well warmed. He knew that it would be red as well as striped. Now all he could do was force himself to accept it.
SPPLATT! SPPLATT! SPPLATT! SPPLATT! SPPLATT! SPPLATT!
Roger assumed it was over but did not risk rising in case he had miscounted. With some relief he heard Basil say, "That's it, Roger."
Roger rose and enveloped his seat in his hands.
Basil said, "I'm off. Now that that's out of the way, you can enjoy yourselves. I'll slam the front door."
Roger said, "Are your game?"
Russell was stripping and said, "What are you waiting for?"
Soon, two young, active males stood facing each other.
Roger said, "Onto the bed. I'll take you, now."
Immediately, he took Russell's throbbing organ into his mouth and, with lips and tongue, encouraged it until it shot its load into him. He allowed his friend a short time to recover and then said, "Onto your front."
He took the lube he had been reminded to have available and said, "Relax. Let me get this in."
As Roger inserted his greased finger into his anus, Russell said, "Oh, that's what he said you'd got to have it for. I never dared do this at school."
Roger gently encouraged him to relax before withdrawing his finger, putting a condom on and moving over his friend's body. He inserted his throbbing organ into the waiting, prepared orifice. It would be his first time in this position as well. He drove in, deeper and deeper. His organ felt more and more as though it would explode and then, in a glorious ejaculation his whole body responded to the emission he had been building towards.
Next day, Roger was talking with Basil and Russell.
"Thanks for last night.
"Setting you up for sport with Russell?"
"There was that as well, but I meant the whacking. I deserved it and I was grateful. It set me thinking."
"You want other sessions?"
"In a way, yes. I know some people do it with acting out a part. Fair enough if that's their scene. It's not mine. If I'm going to be punished, then it ought to be punishment."
Russell asked, "What about all the whackings you've fixed up with that story of yours?"
"In a way, they make the point. The person doing it thought it was a punishment that was due and so they treated it like that."
Basil said, "So you'd like me to keep an eye of you and give you a caning or some such if you do something wrong."
"Yes. At least if it's serious enough to merit it. Not silly trivial things. I think it would help me to avoid doing anything too seriously wrong."
Basil said, "I agree with your reading or how you look at it. I'll do it on one condition."
"What's that?"
"You make things a bit easier for me. If you are aware of anything you've done that's seriously wrong, you'll come and own up. Your incentive will be that if I find about it before you do, then you'll get a lot more."
"That's fair. At least, it's nearly fair. I might be going to tell you and not have the chance before you find out. Wouldn't it be better to say that I tell you before I discover that you know. That would cover you raising it with me and me hearing some other way that you know."
"Fair enough. To be fairer to you, if I've heard and you haven't had a chance to tell me, I'll hang back briefly and give you the chance."
Russell said, "I'm not here as much, but could I do that as well, please? Oxford stuff will have to depend on my telling you."
Basil said, "Probably but don't rely on it. I've got a friend who's going to Oxford for research and he'll be in Lincoln College. That's yours, isn't it, Russell?"
"Yes."
"I'll see if we can arrange an introduction."
To be continued.