Path: ornews.intel.com!chnews!ssd.intel.com!uunet!pipex!sunic!news.funet.fi!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt._s_e_x_.spanking From:an151165@anon.penet.fi(CRISPIN) Organization: Anonymous contact service Date: Sun, 20 Nov 1994 14:36:19 UTC Subject: STORY - THE HIDING PLACE - M/M - CP Lines: 169
Gradually however, he became aware of a pair of blue eyes regarding him with a woeful expression beneath a thick fringe of silky blond hair. On being asked to repeat his request, a blush spread across Master Medicott's boyish features and the full lips trembled ominously.
Mr Hinds glanced at the lad with added interest. He became aware of the spotless white trousers strapped beneath a pair of silver buckled shoes and the sky blue Eton jacket with it's gleaming brass buttons which did little to conceal the curves of a plump and tempting bottom which was now revealed as the lad turned away to hide his blushes.
"Now why would your father need to borrow a cane from me?" queried Mr Hinds. "Surely with two sons like you and Andrew he must have provided himself with an ample supply of his own."
"He did" Thomas admitted, "but Andrew has gone to the Naval Academy as you know and he hid the implements before he left and since papa thinks I must know where they are he proposes......." the husky voice faltered and Mr Hinds continued on his behalf.
"He proposes to flog the information out of you himself. An admirable way to start the holidays. I suppose he did not wish to burden me with the task, out of term as it were." "I can hardly blame him either" he thought to himself, "If I had a son with a pair of buttocks like those I'd also want the pleasure of chastising them myself", moving from his desk he unlocked the cupboard where he kept his collection of canes, tawses and other instruments of correction dreaded by every boy in the school.
He paused before making his selection and turned towards Thomas.
"Does he intend to have your britches down," he enquired conversationally, Thomas nodded miserably, not trusting himself to speak. "Ah then, in that case....... Mr Hinds replaced the cane he had chosen and produced a supple and gleaming rattan, the flexibility of which he proceeded to demonstrate before young Medicott's unwilling but fascinated gaze.
"Return my complements to your father and tell him to keep the cane. he may have need of it again before the summer is over."
Thomas's blue eyes clouded at the thought and his hands went instinctively to the tight seat of his pantaloons.
"Now then, off with you" the schoolmaster said briskly "I'm sure your father does not like to be kept waiting." he watched as the small figure left, Thomas made his way slowly down the path, holding the rattan gingerly as if it had suddenly become red hot.
As he approached the manor, Thomas could see the tall, athletic figure of his father silhouetted against the study window, waiting for his return indeed, the whole house seemed to be waiting, holding it's breath, thought Thomas, if such a thing were possible.
Major Medicott opened the front door himself and seizing his son by the scruff of the neck, propelled him none to gently across the hall to the foot of the stairs where he relieved the boy of the cane and took it into his own firm grasp. "Upstairs to your room" he said coldly "You've delayed long enough. Do you think I have no other business to attend to but the thrashing of your bottom? However I am determined to discover the whereabouts of those canes so we shall take all evening over your punishment if need be. Go up and reflect on what is to come. I shall join you presently." So saying, he gave the boy a vigourous slap on the seat of his breeches which precipitated him smartly up the stairs.
Once inside his room, Thomas flung himself across his bed and beat the pillows with his fists. What was he going to do?. He had sworn to Andrew that he would not reveal the hiding place but on the other hand he knew how persuasive his father could be with a cane. He had watched his brother being thrashed often enough although he himself had only felt the weight of his father's hand applied to his bottom, until now...............
Downstairs in his study the Major tested the rattan with which Mr Hinds had provided him, by flexing it in his capable hands and swishing it through the air. It was an excellent instrument of correction he decided. Supple and well balanced, it would certainly leave it's mark on young Thomas's bare bottom if the Major knew how to do his duty.
Of course Thomas was still at a tender age but no more so than the Major had been when he had received his first flogging. Major Medicott smiled a trifle ruefully as he remembered the scorching castigations of his youth. It would be interesting, he thought, to see how long young Thomas would be able to hold out under punishment. The Major was well aware that such a whipping as he intended to give his son was an important event in the boy's experience but he did not intend to spare him on that account.
The only problem was to find the most suitable place for execution. Thomas's room was really too small for anything more drastic than a spanking and the rooms downstairs too accessible to the servants. He finally decided to use one of the long attics under the roof where he had sometimes chastised Andrew in the past. The attics were virtually sound proof and contained some useful pieces of lumber over which the boy could be bent. Taking a grip of the cane, Major Medicott left the study and began to climb the stairs.
As his father's footsteps grew nearer, Thomas raised himself from his bed and slipping off his jacket, hung it over a chair. In his ruffled shirt and firm fitting white trousers he looked the picture of English boyhood but his charms had no effect on his parent as he surveyed him from the doorway. "FOLLOW ME" said the Major briefly and together, father and son made their way to the attic above.
Once inside the Major closed the door and seating himself on an antique chest he drew Thomas forward and placed him between his thighs. "This is your last chance" he told the boy. "Are you going to tell me where those canes are hidden?" Regretfully Thomas shook his head. "VERY WELL" said his father sternly. "I shall now proceed to take your breeches down." With expert fingers he unbuttoned the flap of Thomas's pantaloons and eased them down from the slim thighs to and around the boy's ankles. Turning the boy round he lifted his shirt to reveal the flawless buttocks which trembled slightly at his touch. Thomas wore no under garments and his bottom appeared vulnerable in the light of the late afternoon sun.
His father helped him to remove his trousers, leaving him in his white socks and buckled shoes. As he did so he cupped each bottom cheek in turn, testing them for resilience and administering a light smack to each. Thomas wriggled in embarrassment and then found himself face downwards across the chest on which his father had been sitting. The Major raised the boy's hips and slipped a cushion under them to elevate his bottom still further, then, placing his left hand firmly on the nape of Thomas's neck he raised the cane and brought it down with a whistling stroke across the centre of the plump and fleshy target before him. Despite the yells and writhing of his offspring, the Major laid stripe after stripe neatly above and below the first livid weal until the boy drummed with his feet in a frenzy, against the panels of the chest over which he was sprawled. As he did so, one shoe struck against a projection in the carving and a hidden drawer slid smoothly out of the base within a few inches of Thomas's outstretched limbs. There lay the cache of canes which Major Medicott had provided for the correction of his two wayward boys.
At the sight of them the Major paused, long enough for Thomas to slide, gasping and sobbing from his grasp. His bottom was on fire, the smooth flesh now corrugated with crimson ridges. With infinite caution he explored the tender cheeks and scarcely heard his father's words. Gradually he became aware that the Major was congratulating him on his endurance and telling him what was in store for his brother when he came home on leave, Thomas shivered in the dusk, more for Andrew's sake than his own, then picking up the trousers he followed his father slowly and painfully from the attic. "I didn't tell" he whispered to himself in triumph "Oh Andrew, I didn't need to tell"...............................