The day after my first incredible Apeman caning I had already decided that I was not going to try to win the bet with my class mates.....after all every movement was extremely painful and as to sitting down....I'd much rather have remained standing!! But as I was saying.....the day after I had a latin class with Mr Browning the butch blond classics master and before the lesson, which was the last oftha morning, Browning said:
"Colinger, I want to see you for a few minutes in private after the lesson, please."
I then remembered his invitation to give me some comfort after my thrashing but in the heat(liteally!!) of the moment I had completely forgotten! So at the end of the lesson, during which Fielding major had received a forceful six of the best bent barearsed over the teacher's desk for giggling over the name Labianus, I waited behind wondering what Browning would have to say to me. The other boys trooped out, Fielding massaging his burning bum, the others smirking at me...no doubt thinking I was in for some more chastisement.
"Well, Colinger....although I thoughroughly enjoyed your performance yesterday....to say nothing of Sergeant-major Jones's, I had been looking forward to seeing you yesterday evening as per my invite. How come I waited in vain?" began Mr Browning fixing me with his gorgeous blue eyes.
"It seemed to me we'd reached a certain degree of intimacy in the staff bathroom.....and so I wasn't expecting my offer to be refused!"
"I'm sorry ,Sir, but after matron had disinfected my wounds I was ordered to bed......otherwise I would have definately come."
"O. K. I believe you but I have to say I was very disappointed......well you can make amends by showing me the progress of the damage perpetrated to your backside." Browning continued smilingly."It won't take a moment and so we won't be late for lunch." I readily agreed and gingerly lowered my trousers and pants to reveal my massacred arse.
"Wow! I've never seen a backside reduced to such a state.....either you've got particularly tender skin or Jones was on super-top form! I should like to see the healing process....so if you come and see me in my room every Friday evening before lights out....I'll assess the damage and maybe, when it's a little less painful we could carry on where we left off in the staff bathroom, eh?" he said winking _s_e_x_ily.
I was delighted at this suggestion as I had really enjoyed beeing _f_u_c_k_ed by Browning and his caning me had been quite a turn on too......although I didn't fancy another encounter with the cane for a good while to come.
"All right ,Sir, Friday night it is then!! Thank you, Sir, you're a real brick."
"I'm certainly as hard as one!!!! But run along now to lunch."
I started to pull up my trousers and he added: "How did you like my caning of Fielding this morning? It seemed to get him wriggling nicely but perhaps I should have given him twelve."
"I'd have given him the full eighteen....he can take that and more.....and I know he enjoys being caned almost as much as me!"
"Really! Well I'll bear that in mind the next time the opportunity presents itself! Now ...off to lunch!"
The following Friday I duely reported to Mr Brownings study bedroom at 10 p. m. as soon as lights were out. I knocked on the door and his smooth bass voice drawled a _s_e_x_y "Come in!"
I opened the door and immediately saw Browning lying on his sofa, drink in hand wearing only a colourful towelling dressing gown, which allowed me to admire his hairy chest and strong hairy legs.
"Come in and sit down Colinger!" he said pointing to a large armchair which also served as a support for caning boys when neccessary. "I imagine it's not too painful now after nearly a week.....anyway before I inspect your progress...would you like a gin tonic....I know it's against school rules but I think we've reached the point where we needn't worry too much about that....oh and by the way I think I should call you Nick and you should call me David....at least in private."
"Thank you, Sir, I mean David....and yes I would like a gin tonic." I replied sitting down without too much trouble ...although my arse was still quite sore.... the torn skin had at least healed and the swelling had almost disappeared although the incredible range of colours from purple to brown, red and yellow was still very much in evidence. Browning got up and poured me a gin tonic with ice and lemon, and handed it too me, as I admired his large fist and forearm with its profusion of wiry blond hairs.
"Well Nick, what would you like to do? Would you like me to suck your _c_o_c_k_.....or would you like to try sucking mine....or is your arse up to being _f_u_c_k_ed again? If you like you can _f_u_c_k_ me.....I even thought you might like to cane me.......I'm beginning to feel I'd like to experience the sting of the cane again....it's over ten years since I got my last thrashing at school! Take your time to decide....in any case first I want to see the condition of your arse......when you've finished your drink though."
I felt as if I was dreaming....was this really happening had I heard aright? I'd never sucked a _c_o_c_k_ nor been sucked..... the lorry driver who had initiated me to gay _s_e_x_ had practically raped me confining himself to fuking my virgin arse with considerable violence. I tried to sip my drink without letting my excitement make the ice cubes tinkle too obviously in the cut crystal glass. I decided to play for time....
"Were you often thrashed at school. David?" I enquired.
Browning lent back luxuriously showwing off the unmistakable tenting of his dressing gown and laughingly said:" "By Jove, yes....I certainly didn't keep count......although I remember the last time because the Head gave me the choice of being expelled or getting twenty four strokes bare with the birch....which I can tell you was quite an experience.......the scars lasted for nearly five years!!! But if I'd been expelled I'd never of got to university or anything....times were very different then. But things are changing even faster now....I suspect that in a few years time corporal punishment will be abolished by law.....and the ridiculous thing is that those who want to abolish it are quite obviously those who most enjoyed both thrashing and being thrashed....hypocrisy as usual! But come on now drink up and get those pygiamas off I want to see your bruises!"
I drained my drink and got up to take off my pygiamas.....
"No, let me !" purred Browning kneeling down in front of me and pulling at the cord which held up my pygiama trousers.
By now I had a painful erection and my _c_o_c_k_ popped out of the slit below the cord just in front of Brownings face.....he let my trousers fall round my ankles and cupping my balls in his hot hard hands began kissing and licking my shaft......I was so excited I could't help myself and I started to come with powerful squirts all over Brownings face......he licked and swallowed greedily and then took my wilting _c_o_c_k_ in his warm soft mouth......I felt as if I would faint...untill at last he stood up and turned me round to look at my arse saying:
"Well that was a bit quick.....but you're young Nick I'm sure you'll have another load ready in a quarter of an hour or so. Let's have alook at these bruises then. Oh yes....nice....but perhaps still a bit too tender for me to _f_u_c_k_ you....pity perhaps next time!"
"David, I fell very strange about you.....I want to kiss you......feel your hairy body against mine and perhaps I could even suck your _c_o_c_k_ although I've never done it to aanyone before." I murmured almost in a trance.
David threw off his dressing gown and wrapped me in his strong hairy arms kissing me passionately and scratchily.....I felt his massive _c_o_c_k_ pressed against my stomach as he explored my mouth with his hyper-active tongue!! After a while he drew back from my mouth and said panting:
"Nick, I want you to cane me.....twelve as hard as you can lay them on and then I want you to _f_u_c_k_ my arse if you're ready with your second load.....My canes are in the wardrobe in the corner go and choose the thickest and the longest....I really need to be thrashed.....after all I've just corrupted a fine specimen of the youth of England!!"
The very idea excited me enormously....my _c_o_c_k_ was already rising to attention as I whispered rather stupidly:
"Of course David if that's what you want!" and went to the wardrobe to find the longest and thickest cane. The wardrobe contained various articles of clothing and hanging at one end of the clothes rail about half a dozen canes of various thicknesses and lenghts.....I selected the most ferocious looking and returned towards the butch giant who was now arranging the armchair I'd been sitting in so as to be able bend over it giving me sufficient space to efficiently wield the cane. I was incredibly excited....having never been made a prefect, I had never caned anyone before and here was a fabulously macho guy begging me to cane him as hard as I could!!!
"I'll bend over the back of the chair...like this"said Browning positioning himself over the back of the arm chair and gripping the two arms with his strong hairy arms."And you can start when you like......only one recommendation ...leave a good long space between one stroke and the next to let me soak up the pain to the full......but then I'm forgetting you know all about that from personal experience!!"
I admired the large well-formed relatively smooth arse presented to me.....Browning had spread his hairy thighs well apart and I could see the line of hairs wich led up the inner part to his arse crack and his _f_u_c_k_-hole which I began to look forward to probing in depth! But first things first! I layed the cane across the white buttocks to take aim and let David feel the coolness of the smooth rattan on his bare skin letting him anticipate the agony which would shortly follow. I was determined to make the best of my opportunity so I twisted myself round to my right and raised the vicious cane as far back and round as I could then uncoiling like a spring I brought down the first stroke with all my force......There was a sizzling hissing swoosh followed by the resounding crack as the cane bit deep into the man flesh before me. I saw the sinews of Browning's arms tighten their grip on the chair causing a sort of ripple effect across their hairy expanse as he threw back his head with a loud gasp and thrust his groin into the back of the chair in a natural attempt to escape the fire which I had let loose across both of his muscular buttocks. A first red rapidly becoming purple welt appeared perfectly placed in the centre of the target area and wrapped equally round both cheeks.....I felt quite proud of the first stroke of the cane I had ever given.
"Wow....I can see...or rather feel that you are a quick learner Nick!" Said Browning pushing his bottom out to receive the second stroke. I let him wait for a while as I loosened up my right shoulder in preparation for the continuation. This time I took a couple of paces back to get even more force behind the cane. I swished it loudly through the air a couple of times and noticed with delight the appearance of goose bumps of expectation on Brownings bum. I gaged my action with care and crashed down a second stroke on the macho arse presented to me. Browning grunted with appreciation as the second violet welt rapidly formed parallel to the first.
"You're really getting through to me, Nick, with a bit more practice you could rival the great Jones himself!! But don't slack off now....a really successful caning should provide a crescendo of agony, leaving both patticipants thoroughly satisfied."
"Don't worry, Sir....I mean David, I've no intention of getting a low mark in this subject!! I think you'll have had enough by the time we reach twelve!" and with that I slammed the third stroke onto the target area, causing Browning to utter a slight yelp.....which encouraged me to put even more effort into the remaining strokes. And so I continued.......eliciting louder vocal appreciation with each stroke....untill at nine Browning yelled really loudly...
"I hope nobody hears these yells David.....this a most unusual time for canings and we don't want any awkward questions. Shall I stuff my pygiama bottoms in your mouth for the last three?"
"Yes, I think you'd better!" gasped Browning. I complied and went back to deliver the last three which produced prolonged but muffled sounds from the now gagged Browning. After the twelfth stroke he spat out my pygiamas and slowly pulled himself up feeling the flaming welts on his arse. He still had an erection and was now dripping pre-cum.
"That was fantastic, Nick...now I want you to _f_u_c_k_ me from the front...I'll lie down here on the carpet and you kneel between my legs and put the backs of my thighs against your shoulders then I'll guide your _c_o_c_k_ to its destination."
We were soon in the required position and Browning guided my _c_o_c_k_ to his waiting hole and pulled me into him.....I thrust forward and bent forwardto kiss his prickly mouth and feel his hairy chest against mine......I was about to come when...........there was a knock at the door and in absolute terror we heard Mr Rakham's voice:
"Browning! What's going on in there? Matron says she has been hearing strange noises and has asked me to investigate"
Before Browning could say anything the awfullness of the situation caused me to start coming with an untoward violence and as I began to produce the most bestial grunts and squeals as I pumped my second load with all my force into Brownings hole.....The same thing happened to Browning who also began to come spurting hot come over both our chests with alarming grunts and snorts. Mr Rakham entered just as our last spasms were coming to an end.
He just stood there apalled and not knowing what to say.......as we "disconnected" and tried to cover our sperm splashed nakedness. After what seemed like an age, Mr Rakham spoke:
"Browning....I shall expect to find your letter of resignation on my desk tomorrow morning without notice or pay due to a sudden illness of some near relation! As for you Colinger, I should expell you this very evening keeping you here in this condition until your father arrives but the school cannot risk a scandal and as this is your last term I shall let you stay presuming that you have been corrupted by Mr Browning , although in your case I wouldn't be surprised if it were vice-versa! But the rest of your stay in this school will be very unpleasant ....after a further week to allow your backside to recover from yesterday I shall give you twenty four strokes of the birch which I thought never to have to use, then you will receive twelve strokes of the cane bare from every master in the school with an interval of three days between each caning and the day before school finishes you will receive another public caning from Sergeant-major Jones unless of course you can convince your parents to remove you with the invention of some justifying story."
I rapidly did some calculation there were twenty two masters in the school including Mr Rakham and excluding poor Mr Browning....that meant 276 strokes of the cane after a birching spread over the thirteen weeks that remained of this my last summer term......the thought was indeed daunting but I couldn't possibly tell my parents what had happened...so I said:
"Thank you, Sir. I'll take the birching and the canings."
"Now get youselves cleaned up and go to bed! I only wish it was in my power to get Jones to birch you Browning !!......in any case make sure I'm not in my office when you leave your letter of resignation ...I never want to set eyes on you again!!!!" As he said this I managed to sign to Browning to write to me which indeed he did......in fact we were to meet again in the not too distant future. As I made my way back to my dormitory.....I thought to myself:
"Well.....at least I shall be a hundred pound the richer if I survive!"
(to be continued) comments welcome!