This is a true account of a corporal punishment experience that happened in 1981 on the day that Prince Charles married Diana.
Richard and I met through an advert that he had placed in "Forum" magazine. The gist of his advert was that he wanted to experience a "Schoolboy" caning from someone near his own age. It turned out that we were both twenty-one and that we had a remarkably similar albeit opposite fantasy. It seemed a perfect match; here was one young guy desperate to try a caning and another young guy equally desperate to administer such a caning.
We arranged to meet on the Royal Wedding day, it was a public holiday so we were both free. I rode my motor bike to Richard's place in the East of England arriving in the early afternoon. We hadn't exchanged photographs so it was a bit of a gamble. I was very impressed with the guy who came out of the house when I pulled up on my bike.
Richard was about 5'7", dark haired with very boyish features, slim but nicely shaped, he wore jeans and a T-shirt, and he could easily have passed for seventeen. He fitted my fantasy perfectly.
Richard also had a motor bike and we chatted bikes for a while before moving inside. Richard showed me the bamboo cane that he had acquired, it was only an ordinary garden cane but we both agreed that it would serve its purpose. We agreed on a form of teacher/student role play and Richard left the room, waited a few minutes and then knocked, I paused before saying, "enter".
I was sitting at the dining table as if it were a desk, Richard entered and stood in front of the desk unsure of how to stand, I told him "feet apart, hands behind your back".
At my prompting Richard confessed to stealing cigarettes from an older sibling and smoking them, I announced his punishment of six strokes with the cane and sent him to change into his swimming costume and return to receive his punishment.
My _c_o_c_k_, already bloated, hardened fully when Richard returned wearing just his trunks, his chest and legs were nicely muscled and totally smooth. His _c_o_c_k_ was obviously hard within the confines of his trunks. I lectured him further about his misdeeds before ordering him to bend over and touch his toes. Richard was able to do this without bending his legs, his bottom presented perfectly for his punishment.
I wasn't sure how hard to cane Richard because I'd never caned anyone before so I elected to begin quite gently. I administered the first stroke right across the centre of his backside; he flinched but made no attempt to move away. I waited a minute or so before delivering the next stroke just below the first, Then I ordered him to remove his trunks and stand in the corner to contemplate the rest of his punishment. Richard's _c_o_c_k_ was fully hard when released from his trunks and leaking a stream of juice, my own _c_o_c_k_ was soaking my underpants.
I studied the stripes on Richard's cute butt as he stood in the corner.
I ordered Richard to his bedroom, I wanted to administer a couple of strokes while he was laying on his bed with his butt raised by pillows. Unfortunately the curtains in his room didn't close fully so we returned to the living room where I gave the next 2 strokes with him laying "spread eagle" on the dining table.
At this point I would have given my eyeteeth to pull out my dick and blow a load over his striped butt.
I delivered the final 2 strokes with Richard bent over the back of an armchair with his legs well spread. The sixth stroke landed right at the top of his thighs; it was the only stroke to get an audible reaction.
In keeping with our agreed role play I lectured him some more and sent him to dress.
Following Richard's punishment we went to the local pub and joined in the Royal Wedding celebrations, we got quite pissed; it was fun talking about Richard's caning in a pub full of totally unaware people.
Richard did drop his jeans and underpants before we went to bed that night, the stripes were still quite clear. I tried to tempt him into some _s_e_x_ual play or even a spanking but he wasn't interested.
I slept the night on the sofa and left the next morning.
We didn't make contact again.
I wonder if Richard will read this, there can't be many guys who would forget their fist caning on such an auspicious day.