An early strike from the millennium bug
James Craig left the client's office, walked across the car park, unlocked his car and got in. As he settled down to record the notes of his meeting he also switched on his mobile phone to see if any messages had been recorded. Moments later it trilled and announced the presence of just one, he pushed the presets and waited to be connected with the message service.
" Mr Craig, I let Farell the IT technician into your office. He checked your PC for year 2000 compliance and has found a problem about which he wants to talk with you. Can you phone him this afternoon?"
The blood ran cold in James' veins and he could feel the colour drain from his face. James was the company lawyer, so much sensitive material was kept in his office that he was exempted from the company's normal policy of open doors. During any absence, his office was always locked and his secretary was instructed that no one should be admitted without James' prior approval. He had a darned good idea of the nature of the problem- and the only person to blame was himself.
He phoned Farell and agreed to meet both Farell and McAndrew (the head of IT) at 4-30 pm in the IT suite. The meeting was just over 2 hours away and James had 90 miles to drive. Under normal conditions this would not be a problem but today was the Friday afternoon of a bank holiday weekend and apart from the usual road works on the A34 the traffic seemed to be choked with boats and caravans being traillered to the south coast of England.
There was little spare time, but James was determined to to visit his office before keeping his appointment. There he found the computer scrolling through a set of low energy images. One key-stroke confirmed his suspicions- beneath the screen saver was a story from the MMSA Stories web pages. James liked these stories- his especial favourites were those by Eric Blyton, Robert Wilson and Ted B. Usually he did not access these pages from his work PC, but this morning he'd been bored and thought he had some time in hand, in the event he had needed to rush out and had failed to close down the computer. It did not need an astro-physicist nor even a lawyer to work out the subsequent sequence of events.
Aged 28, James was blond, blue eyed and athletic- 1 m 90 and 73 kg. Three days a week he forsook the car and ran to work ( 7 miles) the other days he swam in the sea. With a dazzling wife, young baby and very lucrative job as a lawyer many thought his life was nearly perfect.
The IT suite was in a former set of farm buildings which had been converted to meet the company's needs. Co-located was a large conference complex where James had made many presentations to existing and potential clients. Just as he was about to enter the suite, he had been met by Farell - a pleasant but chubby computer whizz kid who was not yet twenty.
"Mr McAndrew is waiting for us in the small conference room"
Farell led the way and held the door open for James. The blinds had been closed, McAndrew a potbellied badly worn fifty something was seated at one of the longer sides of the oval shaped conference table. As he entered the room, James heard the door lock behind him.
"Come in Craig, we need to talk about your inappropriate use of a company computer. The company takes this sort of thing very seriously and when I tell the MD you've been down loading pornography from the net, he will most likely sack you."
James said nothing- what was there to say?
"Theres nothing personal about this Craig " James was not so sure, a few months ago at a senior staff away day James had opined that the company's IT was a mess and that its head should be shot- or at least sacked, not surprisingly this had not endeared him with McAndrew
" but it's my responsibility to report such things"
Still James kept silent
"Of course if you were contrite, made suitable ammends and persuaded me that such behaviour will never happen again; - and that in future your attitude to this department will be less hostile , then maybe we could let things ride and review them again in a few months in the light of your behaviour in the meantime"
"And how would I persuade you?" enquired James.
"Perhaps the punishment should fit the crime - clearly you have an interest in CP perhaps we should pander to your fantasy- what do you say?"
Agreement seemed the only option.
"Farell- help Mr Craig out of his suit" The expensive navy pin stripe suit jacket came off ,and whilst he stooped to remove his shoes James had been horrified to feel Farell unfastening his trousers -they fell to his ankles and James took off his shoes and trousers in one continuous movement.
"Good that's looking better" McAndrew looked at James, who by now was feeling most uncomfortable. Beneath his pale blue shirt showed his tartan boxer shorts and then a pair of tanned muscular thighs- the running had achieved good effects.
"Farell- I believe that your father used to spank you as a boy, please demonstrate on Mr Craig how that was."
With no effort to conceal his glee, Farell drew up a chair, sat on it and then beckoned James over his knee. Once in position he had folded James' shirt tail out of the way and proceeded to deliver twelve hearty spanks to the seat of his boxer shorts. At this stage he had paused momentarily then heaved the underwear down to James' ankles. After a further 20 or 30 strikes, he had been stopped by McAndrew.
"Time for something different Craig. Stand up. Take your trousers and pants off completely." James had complied reluctantly but had been careful to ensure that his front was covered
"Now bend over the table" James stretched over the conference table. As he did so he heard the sound of a cupboard door being opened and then shut. For a second time Farell folded the shirt tails away.
"Come on Legs apart, no wider- you must know the drill ,I'm sure you were caned at school"
James felt sick, the word "cane" was like a knife twisting in his belly, He had not been caned for 12 years yet the memories of pain, flooded back. He felt vey vulnerable and knew that this would be worse than any of his school experiences.
McAndrew dealt him 12 stingers, James' arse was on fire, the rest of his body was chilled and shaking. McAndrew stopped- wisely James did not move- the cane was passed to Farell who with the energy of youth delivered a further 12 slow but excruciatingly painful cuts. Each was placed with great care- the final three were oblique and managed to intersect all of the earlier blows.
"Stand up Craig" James did so
"Farell, I think Mr Craig is rather hot- help him to take off his shirt and the rest of his things"
James was paralysed with pain and shock- he stood quite still while Farell stripped away the remainder of his clothes.
Until now , James had always been rather proud of his body, lean and well muscled ,a flat belly and an uncut penis which -according to the october copy of Mens health was of above average proportions -at 7 inches long and 6 inches girth ( when erect -which now it was not). No wonder that it had impressed most who saw it. Just now he felt humiliated and frightened and wished for matters to end.
"Now Farell, whilst Mr Craig catches his breath, examine his pockets and see if you can find anything interesting."
The youth went through James discarded suit and took a wallet from the jacket, from it he withdrew a wad of banknotes and placed it on the table.
McAndrew counted off £100-00 then replaced the remainder of the notes.
"Wasn't that kind of Mr Craig to donate so much to the IT millenium party?" Farell chortled
"OK Craig we've nearly finished , but it would be unfair to deny you a final treat - get over my knee" McAndrew patted his lap and hesitantly James draped himself over it. The pain was no worse than the caning in fact it was easier but the embarassment was much greater. He hadnt been naked and over a man's knee ( his father's) since he was 12 and he was mortified. Stripped of both clothes and dignity James had never felt more humiliated. For five minutes a continuous torrentof blows savaged his backside. He writhed and squirmed in pain -completely careless of the fact that this was affording both his tormentors unique views of his balls and anus
When told to, he stood and clutched his buttocks - all thoughts of modesty had been knocked from him. McAndrew ordered him to turn round inorder that he might inspect the damage. James' backside was impressive. Apart from the naturally interesting contour of his cheeks, the whole region had assumed the texture and hue of raw meat. Some heavy bruising was becoming apparent.
"That's all for now Craig you may go, but watch your step- if you need to come back it will be much worse- or the sack"
Painfully James dressed and left, once the door had closed Farell went to turn off the discreet video camera. The tape would be good entertainment and who knows it might yet be useful insurance.
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