Newsgroups: alt._s_e_x_.spanking From:an151165@anon.penet.fi(CRISPIN) Date: Sun, 20 Nov 1994 14:36:29 UTC Subject: STORY - INTEREST - M/M - CP
The bar of the big hotel was softly lit and displayed the impersonal luxury of such places all over the world. It could be anywhere from London to Tokyo, Mark reflected, as he ordered a brandy and gazed idly round the room, watching the evening activity of people meeting, laughing, and taking in muted tones which befitted their surroundings.
Mark was feeling good. He had dinned well and was quietly celebrating a successful business deal. He looked good too. His slim athletic figure was accentuated by the well tailored light grey trousers he wore beneath a navy blouson which did nothing to conceal the jut of a superb bottom which drew covert glances of admiration from several quarters, men and women alike.
At twenty nine and looking younger than his age, Mark was the image of a successful young entrepreneur. Tall, dark, good looking, with grey green eyes which missed little beneath their long lashes, he radiated good health and confidence, factors which were not lost on another young man who moved to a near by table, drink in hand, the better to view Mark's well displayed backside.
Jeremy was also good looking in a different and less subtle way than Mark, Jeremy was a golden boy, blond hair, blue eyes, at twenty seven he looked what he was, a typical ex-public schoolboy in his light jacket and immaculate navy trousers. He blushed slightly as Mark slowly turned and caught his admiring glance. As their eyes met Jeremy felt a look of recognition, a curious feeling of both pleasure and pain.
Mark glanced at Jeremy, half turned away with a slight frown, then quite openly stared at the handsome young man. Finally he walked slowly to the table and extended his hand.
"Haven't we met somewhere before?"
"Not since your last term at Chactonbury" Jeremy responded with a wry smile.
"Good God" said Mark, "Now I recognise you. This calls for another drink!" As he seated himself he gestured to a young waiter whose tight trousers cupped his buttocks in a way which heightened his appeal for both young men.
Mark grinned, "I see we have certain tastes in common" he observed.
"If you mean bottoms" said Jeremy, "We always had that in common but all you did about it was to thrash mine!"
"I know," Mark admitted, "and gave you more than you deserved. I've never forgotten that. Do you resent it?"
"Not any more but I did for a long time." Jeremy blushed again at the memory and shifted a little uneasily in his chair. Both of them avoided each others eyes as memories came surging back....
"Well you three" said Mark, "How are we going to deal with the situation?" it was a rhetorical question. Mark as Captain of the school knew exactly how he as going to deal with it. He was going to thrash all three of them, although Jeremy at seventeen and in the lower sixth was theoretically immune. The twins at fifteen were not so lucky. They would automatically feel the strength of Mark's arm in no uncertain fashion. Smoking was among the most heinous crimes a boy could commit, especially in a wooden summer house with a dry and timbered floor. Apart from that there were certain other indications of illicit pleasures which were obvious to Mark's practised eye. Both the twins were flushed and slightly dishevelled and Mark suspected that the cigarettes were a bribe or a reward provided to Jeremy for his own purposes.
Mark brusquely ordered the two younger boys to wait for him in his study and despondently they tidied themselves and departed without protest while Mark turned his attention to Jeremy. He gave him the choice of being reported to the housemaster, which would inevitably lead to an interview with the Head, or that of taking a caning from mark himself, a caning which Jeremy would most certainly remember.
A caning from mark or a birching from the headmaster, what choice was there, thought Jeremy ruefully.
"When do you want me to report to you?" he asked.
Mark smiled pleasantly. "Shall we say at seven this evening, the we can give our full attention to the proceedings. " He watched Jeremy leave with a keen sense of anticipation. he had often wanted to thrash that attractive bottom but the opportunity had never presented itself until now. Tonight he would make up for lost time. He smiled again and whistling cheerfully made his way across the lawn to keep his appointment with the two young culprits.
The twins were standing one each side of the large round table in Mark's study.
"Well now" said Mark as he walked to the cupboard and carefully selected a long supple cane, "Since you two do everything together I propose to cane you both at the same time so kindly position yourselves across the table - trousers and underpants down of course," he added helpfully. Shivering with apprehension both boys slowly took down their flannels and then slipped down their white underpants to their ankles. This was not the first time they'd experienced a bare bottomed caning but never at the same time. Only Mark could think of this refinement.
Under his instruction they positioned themselves clasping each other's hands, whilst their peachy bottoms protruded at a tempting angle. They were almost identical in appearance except that Paul sported a small black mole on the otherwise flawless skin of his left bottom cheek while Peter presented a smooth unblemished target.
Mark took up his stance and drew the cane lightly across Paul's trembling bottom then raised it high in the air and brought it down with a scorching stroke.
As the boy gasped and writhed, Mark moved round the table and subjected Peter to the same treatment. Six times the cane rose and fell with accurate aim across each young bottom, the last two cutting into the fleshy underbum with an effect which made both lads yelp in agony. Only by clasping each other's hands with all their strength were they able to remain in position and deny Mark the privilege of administering extra strokes for jumping up. Mark Finally allowed them to get up and pull up their underpants and trousers, hiding from view six flaming weals apiece. As they stamped their feet and clapped their hands to their smarting bottoms Mark replaced the cane and waited while they controlled themselves sufficiently to leave after a brief lecture on their sins.
Being a Saturday, Mark had little to do to fill the time before Jeremy kept his appointment at seven. Try as he might he could not stop himself recalling every detain of Jeremy's appearance. he had to admit the attraction Jeremy exerted for him, as attraction he hoped to exorcize by breaking the boy by punishment, Jeremy's serene good looks would be distorted by his ordeal and Mark would no longer want to ruffle his silky blonde hair or gaze into his blue eyes when they were filled with tears, or so he fervently hoped.
He busied himself with various chores until the hour came and Jeremy knocked on the door as the school clock struck seven. At almost eighteen, Mark was fully grown and two or three inches taller than the younger boy who kept his eyes riveted on his shoes as Mark instructed him to remove his blazer and hand it over the chair. His gaze seemed to burn into Jeremy's flesh as he slowly stripped under Mark's instructions.
This was a different atmosphere from the cheerful sadism with which Mark had caned the other two boys.
This occasion was charged with undeclared _s_e_x_uality, felt though not admitted, by each in his different way. Mark directed his victim to remove his trousers completely and fold them neatly before putting them on the chair with his blazer already in place. His freshly laundered white underpants contrasted with the bronzed sheen of his thighs as he lowered himself across the table. The polished wood felt cold against his belly as Mark moved behind him and slowly drew the underpants down over Jeremy's hips and revealed the full though boyish bottom which so secretly delighted him.
He ordered Jeremy to spread his legs further apart and raise himself a little while he rolled the younger boy's shirt up to his armpits leaving him virtually naked to his gaze. Jeremy shivered a little in the cool evening air as Mark selected a new and heavier cane than that with which he had thrashed the twins.
Jeremy could bear the silence no longer although he could hardly trust himself to speak. "How many?" he muttered, as Mark swished the cane experimentally through the air.
"The full dozen" came the reply. "Tell me when you're ready."
There was a slight pause, then Jeremy nodded his head. The first stroke imprinted itself on his bottom with a force that made him catch his breath. "Oh Lord let me stand it, don't let me give in," Jeremy prayed silently. His cheeks clenched themselves involuntarily then relaxed as Mark paused before delivering the next cut. He took his time over every stroke, noting the precision of the weals which rose thickly on Jeremy's bare and handsome bottom. he had not been thrashed for eighteen months and it took all his control to keep his backside in position for the punishment he knew would be the most severe of his young life.
By the forth stroke the sweat was already trickling down his back and the air in the study was permeated with the smell of body odour and whipped flesh. His firm bottom flattened slightly under the impact of the cane, then rose again to meet each stroke. Mark continued slowly, relentlessly and with concentration and Jeremy was made most vividly aware of what a cane could be made to do in really experienced hands. Twelve times it descended while Jeremy clenched his teeth and buried his head in his arms. After the final stroke he half lifted himself from the table but Mark beside himself with lust and cruelty forced his head down again and delivered six more rapid and whip like strokes.
Jeremy fell sobbing and writhing to the floor, his resolution broken by the unexpected addition to his ordeal. "Bastard" he gasped, "Sadistic Bastard".
Mark turned toward the window his shoulders shaking uncontrollably. "Get dressed and get out," he managed to say. The situation had got out of control and became a symbolic rape, a rape by cane instead of _c_o_c_k_ but equally devastating........
Jeremy was shaken out of his reverie by the pressure of Mark's fingers on his wrist. Mark was a little drunk, flecks of amber shinning in those grey green eyes, slanting eyes, and a flush glowed in his aquiline cheeks. "He still looks like a dissipated faun" thought Jeremy. "and I still find him irresistible even though I know he's a bastard through and through."
The pressure of Mark's fingers increased, forcing Jeremy to return his gaze.
"I've got a proposition to put to you." Mark's words were a little slurred either by alcohol or emotion. "Come up to my room and get your own back. I always carry a cane with me so you can give me exactly what I gave you. Fair deal?"
Jeremy hesitated for a moment then rose to his feet. "It'll hurt," he said simply. Mark bowed his head in acceptance then turned and made their way to the lift. The young waiter gazed after them speculatively admiring them both as they left the bar.
Upstairs in Mark's well appointed bedroom he took bottles from the fridge and poured two more drinks before taking a cane from the wardrobe. he handed it to Jeremy with an odd little bow then began to strip. Jeremy raised his glass. He placed the cane on the oversize bed and began to peel off his own clothes, dropping them on the floor.
When both of them were naked, shamelessly, Mark flung himself face down on the bed, exposing his tantalizing bottom to Jeremy's gaze. Like his thighs it was lightly covered with little dark curls of silky hair. "more like a faun than ever," thought Jeremy as he removed a pillow and positioned it under Mark's body to thrust his bottom into a favourable position for the punishment it so richly deserved.
Jeremy paused, savouring the moment to the full, then brought the cane whistling through the air to land powerfully across Mark's submissive rump. Mark's whole body shook under the impact but he spread his legs further apart and presented his bottom dutifully to meet the descending cane. He clenched his fists but remained prone as twelve scorching cuts were delivered with all Jeremy's strength, slowly but accurately across the appointed place for punishment.
He gasped and almost choked however as six more strokes followed rapidly, but was allowed only a few seconds pause before six final cuts flashed down as he writhed from side to side.
"INTEREST" Jeremy explained briefly, then, flinging down the cane, he gathered up his clothes and vanished into the bathroom. Minutes later he re-appeared, cool and calm as though nothing had happened, as he passed the bed he patted Mark lightly on his throbbing bottom, the left the room, ignoring Mark's pleadings for him to stay.