THE LETTER part1
I accelerated down the slip road and eased my car into the traffic on the motorway. My erection was bunched uncomfortably in my jock strap under my grey track pants, I used my left hand to rearrange my genitals while trying to focus my thoughts on the traffic.
I concentrated on the traffic for a few moments then my mind wandered to the school uniform (dark grey shorts, light grey shirt, matching pullover, tie and socks) I had bought a few days earlier from a mail order catalogue, I had laundered the uniform several times and it was now neatly folded in a sports bag on the back seat. I glanced over my shoulder at the bag, my erection was still uncomfortable, I tried again to adjust it.
I glanced at the map laying on the passenger seat with the letter, four more junctions to go, about fifty miles, I had plenty of time. I decided to stop for coffee, I got a take away cup from the drive through and sat in the car park sipping the coffee and smoking. I re-read the letter.
I must be _f_u_c_k_ing mad, my mind raced, my erection still taunted me.
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This morning I had got up at five thirty, I couldn't sleep anyway, I drank coffee and read the letter for the umpteenth time, the instructions were quite specific, yesterday I had begun following them. I had my dirty blond hair cut short, not buzzed, just short like a schoolboy in the sixties. I'd also bought a pair of white Y-fronts and three tubes of depillatory cream as specified in the letter.
Now at six in the morning I was about to continue following the instructions. I stood naked in front of the mirror in the bathroom, I quite liked my new haircut, it made me look younger if that was possible, at twenty three I still get asked my age in pubs.
I pierced the seal on the first tube, the white cream looked innocuous enough, I began with my right leg smoothing the cream evenly from my thigh to my ankle. Halfway down my left leg I had to open the second tube, I spred the remainder of the second tube all over my pubic hair and between my buttocks. I used half the third tube on my stomach, chest and armpits.
I stood looking at myself in the mirror for the next fifteen minutes while I waited for the stuff to work, despite being covered in white goo I could still see a body that I was proud of. I'm five feet ten tall, and weigh about one hundred and eighty five pounds, nice solid legs, good butt, nicely defined chest and flat stomach.
I watched the cream and all my body hair wash down the drain, it was the strangest feeling, I stood in front of the mirror again, the boy who looked back looked a bit like me only years younger.
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Surely I was mad I thought as I ground out the cigarette in the car ashtray, here I was devoid of all body hair, a school uniform on the back seat, driving nearly one hundred miles to get my backside caned for the very first time by a man I'd never met.
I started the engine and headed back to the motorway, my erection was becoming painful.
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For as long as I can remember I have been fascinated by corporal punishment, particularly caning. I was born in 1976, corporal punishment was well and truly out of fashion by the time I went to school, I never even heard of anyone being caned while at school but I read about it, firstly in boys stories and later in adult magazines, these stories became my masturbation fantasies and now I was going to make these fantasies reality.
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I followed the map drawn on the back of the letter, there was ample parking on the street, I was able to park directly opposite the three storey house where my punishment would take place.
The letter was quite specific. At exactly 1.30pm I let myself in the front door, the hallway was dimly lit, as instructed I closed the front door. The first door on the right had a plaque, STUDY, I was shaking. Outside the door was a simple wooden chair, I laid out my uniform and undressed, my _c_o_c_k_ was bloated but not fully hard, it made a nice bulge in the Y-fronts when I pulled them into place. Within minutes I was fully dressed, there was no mirror to check my appearance but I felt sure that I looked every bit the schoolboy, I certainly felt it.
My _c_o_c_k_ was hard again, it showed clearly through my tight grey shorts as I stood infront of the door, I took a deep breath and knocked three times on the door.
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