Adam, Beloved Mentor (6)

by Tim Anders <Timlovesjase@yahoo.com.au>

Adam, Beloved Mentor (6) by Tim Anders

Revised version of 'Back in the Big Smoke' (Sequel to 'Country Life').

"Saved by the bell," I grinned, although I knew a mere phone call was not likely to change the course of what was about to befall my backside. 'Corrective measures', even if they had to be deferred on rare occasions, were never cancelled.

"Keep dreaming, mate," Adam said, holding me in one arm while answering the phone with the other. "Yeah, Adam. - - - g'day mate, long time, no see - - - fine - you? - - - he is, how did you guess? - - - I see - - - what did he say? - - - yeah that's what Tim says too - - - no, mate - - - yeah, I know, but I don't want him - - - he knew that - - - of course he will - - - "

Who the hell was he talking to? I was close enough to hear a voice but couldn't understand any words.

"- - - what? - - - I'm going to get the negatives - - - don't know yet - hey, you know these buggers, maybe you can - - - you reckon? - - - what's the time?"

Adam let go of me to look at his watch as he was asking the question, but he quickly grabbed me again. Not that I was likely to run off, I loved being held by him, always felt safe in his arms, even in precarious moments like this - and where would I run anyway?

" - - - well, we haven't eaten yet, and I still have to deal with his nibs - - - what? - - - Umm, I don't think so, mate - - - yeah, sure he needs it, but - eh? - - - oh, he'll get it allright, don't worry - - - How d'you mean? - - -" Adam looked at me for a moment, then answered into the phone, "I guess we can arrange that - - - ok, fire up the barbie, mate - - - we'll be right over, see ya," and hung up.

"Who was that?"

"Brian. He wants us to come over for a barbecue."

"Now?"

"He reckons he can get the negatives back from those clowns. He can be a bastard but he has his uses too. He's got a lot of clout in the industry. We can use a bit of that right now."

"You make it sound like a major crisis. It's only a few photos!"

"Don't you understand the damage this kind of muck can do to you, mate?"

"What damage?"

"Tim, don't act thicker than you are, mate. I sometimes wonder, but expect even you'll grow up one day and we don't know what sort of profession you might end up in."

"Who? Me?" I sneered.

"Well, something more respectable than porn movies," he slapped my bum, "I'll see to that, don't worry," and then he added with a grin "and well paid, of course, so you can look after me in my old age."

I gave him a big hug and kissed him as seductively as I could under the circumstances, "I'll push your wheelchair wherever you want to go, my love. Should be fun pushing you around for a change." I knew that last bit would stir him up, but I loved stirring him, it sometimes brought out wonderful reactions.

Sure enough, a cloud came over his face, "hey, are you saying I'm pushing you around??" SLAP, his hand connected with my bottom.

"I wouldn't dare," I teased, renewing my kisses and running my fingers through the fuzz on his chest. I knew that always turned him on, and as soon as I reached his nipples, I could tell he was getting horny fast. One quick check down there told me I was right.

"Come on, ravish me," I breathed into his mouth, and without another word but a few jungle noises instead, he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. My shorts were off before we even hit the bed, his clothes flew in all directions.

What followed was quite brief but tempestuous and certainly memorable, especially for the most unusual conversation, totally different from the sweet nothings we usually whispered during _s_e_x_. Adam, still inside me, grumbled "you're a very naughty boy, you know. We're supposed to be over at Brian's."

"How unromantic!" I countered, squeezing his neck with my legs, "don't you prefer this?"

"You know I bloody do, and so do you! Hey, don't strangle me!"

"Sorry." My legs released the pressure round his neck, we kissed, he gently pushed his huge phallus further till his balls touched my cheeks. We both kept quite still. This was always a delicious lead-up to the climax, and with practice and experience we'd learned to extend its duration for quite a while. I could feel my big man pulsating inside me, relishing the awesome sensation of being joined together, our bodies totally aware of and relating to each other in this glorious union, which usually ended with that final lustful shudder when the clouds burst.

Adam had developed the 'frontal' technique to a fine art because I wanted to kiss him during _s_e_x_ and hence disliked the more traditional 'doggy style' love-making. At first it seemed a bit like being in contortions but we soon found ways and became very comfortable with it. Sometimes I was almost sorry when the climax came, because it ended this incredible and intense feeling of being one with my beloved man. However, today there was no time for lingering, and I was very conscious of what was still ahead of me.

I reached round to get hold of his balls. Sometimes I couldn't reach, but this time I tickled.

"Hey, stop that!" He pushed hard.

"Why?"

"Coz I say so!" A harder push.

"Oh yeah?" Gentle squeeze of his balls.

"Remind me to give you some extra smacks for that!"

"Yes, Sir!!"

"You think you're getting out of what's in store for you, don't you?"

"Hmm? What's in store for me? - Oh NOOO!!" I turned on my big wail, "here am I offering myself on a platter, and he wants to brutalise me again!!" and we collapsed in an orgasmic heap, laughing and spluttering, or should that be sputtering? Whatever - probably both.

Adam was lying on top of me, disengaged and spent. We were both panting, relishing the afterglow. I loved this full length body contact, our skins touching all the way. Next to being physically united, this was about the closest we could ever be, and I felt wonderfully loved. He nibbled my ear, "you're such a cute little bugger, why do you have to be so naughty?"

My hands ran through his hair, "I don't know, I guess I was born that way. Just ask my dad, he'll confirm it."

Adam rolled over, I ended up on top of him and he spanked my bare bottom quite hard. Our little mates were nuzzling each other, which made it the _s_e_x_iest spanking he'd given me in a long time. Nevertheless, gentle as his hands could be in the right circumstances, they were large and firm, and this was hurting. I started complaining, but at the same time my little mate was already showing signs of revival, and somehow I didn't want it to stop. "Owowow - ouch, that hurts, you brute!"

"It's meant to. Trouble is, it doesn't hurt enough."

"It does, it does!! Owowowow!!!" I used all my histrionic skills to impress him.

Of course he could feel my little mate coming to life again, "I can feel you're enjoying this too much. Anyway, we're supposed to see Brian and Roger," and with an almighty final slap on my bum, "come on, let's get cleaned up."

We had a quick shower and after that he rang Brian to say we're late. Still drying myself, I wondered if I should get dressed or wait for my punishment. It had to happen now or when we got back, but I really wanted it over and done with. "Umm - about my punishment, mate - "

"Oh don't worry, I haven't forgotten."

"Can we do it now, please?"

"I think the longer you look forward to it, the better the message will sink in."

"Mental cruelty again," I mumbled just loud enough - -

He grinned, "I heard that!"

"Good, you were meant to," I grinned back.

He grabbed me and, putting his left foot on a stool, bent me, still naked, over his knee. "If you must be disrespectful," he lectured, while spanking my bottom, "this is not a good moment for it. I thought you'd be bright enough to realise that."

"Haa!!! Physical abuse as well" I yelled, half giggling, even if the smacks were really stinging. Tears were forming in my eyes, but I loved it all, and so did my little mate.

Eventually he let go of me, "OK, get ready then."

I bent over, pointing my bare bottom at him, "ready, Sir."

"I didn't mean that," another slap landed on my bum, "we're going out, remember."

I straightened up swallowed hard, "but we'll do it today?"

"Sure, as soon as we get over to Brian and Roger's - "

Uggs!! THAT possibility hadn't occurred to me! I just stared at him in disbelief.

"This is not a social; occasion for you, mate, you're in punishment mode, in case you've forgotten."

"Aw, mate!" was about all I managed to say.

He took me in his arms and looked straight into my eyes, "I told you I want the message to sink in, so you'll remember next time you get an offer to be a porn star."

"Oh I will remember, mate, honest, you don't have to worry about that." I wasn't worried about feeling the cane, I knew I deserved it. But the thought of being paraded and punished in front of Brian and Roger, and goodness knows who else was going to be there, didn't appeal in the slightest. I looked at him pleadingly, "I wouldn't even look at them, mate, truly! Look, my name's mud after this. Nobody's likely to make me an offer like that ever again."

"You reckon? Well, that's where you're wrong, mate. You're too cute for your own good, especially that provocative arse of yours."

"Yeah, someone else called my bum provocative, nothing I can do about it." I suddenly thought of Geoff at the railway station when I was on my way to Woop-Woop.

Adam knew the story and grinned, "well there you go. It's the _s_e_x_iest bottom I know, it'd be a shame to do anything about it, mate. I don't want to modify your bum, just your behaviour. So, you better get used to the idea that it'll heat up a lot once we get there, and there'll be at least one witness."

"Who, Brian?"

"Definitely. He wanted to do it himself - - "

I gasped, "WHAT??"

" - - but I told him that isn't on. So he settled for this, and my guess is your mate Roger will be watching too, what d'you reckon?"

"I don't mind Roger, but Brian - - "

"Listen mate, I love you, but in this case it doesn't matter what you mind or don't mind. This is serious, remember? You're going to get thrashed, with or without Brian. The point is, he wants to see it and he'll love it, and we need his help to get the bloody negs back.."

'YOU want him to get the bloody negs back,' I thought but didn't say it. I still didn't see why all the fuss about a few dirty pics of me and my dick. There were plenty of porn pics, movies and videos of Adam floating around, and I didn't know anybody who thought any less of him. On the contrary, they all envied me and wanted to get into his pants. But he wanted a different life for me, and I loved him so much, I accepted his authority unreservedly.

I guess I was narcissistic and gullible when guys buttered me up, talking about some of my physical attributes. _s_e_x_ual advances I could resist, I had my Adam and no-one was going to take his place. But I was an exhibitionist when it came to displaying what these guys found so attractive, which was exactly what Adam had warned me not to do. I had disobeyed him and I knew what that meant, I was in for it, like it or not.

Adam did have a point, this was going to be memorable. Oh boy! I wondered how Roger was going to react. We were still best mates, and he visited us occasionally. He knew about Adam disciplining me, of course, as I knew about him and Brian, but I don't think I ever got the stick in his presence, and I'd never been to his and Brian's place before. In fact, since that embarrassing time, when they were visiting and heard me getting the belt in the study for _f_u_c_k_ing up my essay, I'd only seen Brian a few times at other people's social gatherings.

I swallowed very hard again, "so, does punishment mode mean I have to go naked?" That was very cheeky and deservedly earned me a few slaps on my still bare buns, "OUCH!"

"Don't tempt me, mate! It can be done, you know. But I'll go easy on you, just wear your _s_e_x_y jeans shorts, you know, my favourites - and nothing else!!"

"Nothing else?"

"That's right."

"Foot gear?"

"Sandals."

I sighed "OK" and went to get 'dressed'. They were old, tight and worn cut-off jeans, but real, genuine cut-offs, not the stuff you buy in shops. I'd cut them off myself when I was still living with dad, but I'd grown a bit since, and wearing them in public was only marginally less embarrassing than going naked, not to mention the risk of getting arrested as a public nuisance. Adam made me wear them when we went to buy the canes some months earlier. I never wore anything under those shorts because he liked the flesh showing in places where they were splitting, and there probably wouldn't have been enough room for briefs anyway. It was hard enough to get the buttons done up as it was.

When I returned, Adam wolf-whistled, took me in his arms and kissed me. He patted the taut seat of my shorts, "too bad I have to tan that _s_e_x_y backside of yours."

"Weeell, - you don't HAVE to," I teased. My tongue flicked and both my hands squeezed his gorgeous tight buns.

"Oh no!" he slapped my bum," you're not doing that again, little man! Let's go, we're late!"

I had a very short T-shirt Adam liked because it reached to just below my navel. I'd brought it from the bedroom and dropped it by the door as I came in. Picking it up now, I draped it over my chest, "would you like me to wear this?"

It was quite a warm day, and Adam himself was only in a pair of shorts and a loose shirt, but no, he wasn't to be persuaded. "I don't think so. Punishment mode, remember? Take it along in case it gets cool later, but that's all. And you better bring the cane along as well."

"Yes, Sir!" I wasn't too happy having to carry the stick in public, semi-dressed as I was, and my face must have shown it.

"You can leave it here if you want. We'll just borrow one of Brian's, but he'll probably charge rent for it."

"You're joking."

"In the shape of an opportunity to use it on your arse. The choice is yours."

I ran and brought the cane that lived on the kitchen window ledge.

The drive over there didn't take very long, but Brian and Roger had been wondering what happened to us - little did they know! Brian made some snide remark about wanting to tan both our hides for dawdling and being so late.

"You wish," laughed Adam. The thought of being in trouble with him and being punished together somehow turned me on. My little mate grew at an alarming rate, which was a real embarrassment in those shorts, but nobody said anything.

"Roger wouldn't get away with that, unspanked," he looked at Rodge, "would you?"

Roger, dressed in tiny Speedos, just gave a polite grin and nodded. The bare part of his bottom showed clear traces of where the cane had been not all that long ago, and he had clothes pegs attached to his nipples, the mere sight of which made me cringe.

Apart from his self-admitted passion for spanking 'cute bums', Brian derived great pleasure from embarrassing Roger in front of others. He did the same to me wherever we happened to run into each other. "Has your bottom recovered from that belting yet?" or, "I hope Adam keeps your backside tanned!" or, "have you been given a good caning lately?" Remarks like that, in front of other people can be pretty unnerving. He even taunted Adam sometimes, harking back to the days when Adam lived in his house and under his rule. Adam ignored it and told me to do the same. He reckoned it was character building, as long as the tales were true.

So, true to his form, Brian looked me over, took the cane I was carrying, bending it with relish "I see you brought your educational aid with you, presumably for a purpose?"

"Hmm."

"What was that?"

"Yes, I brought it for a purpose." I looked at Adam for help, but he clearly felt my character needed building. Roger looked apprehensive but smiled bravely, maybe to give me courage.

Brian made the cane whistle through the air, "and what purpose might that be, I wonder?"

I sighed audibly, cast my eyes to the ceiling and once again displayed that lemming-like, self-destructive instinct, with a very bored, "the purpose is that I'm going to get caned with it. OK? Happy?"

"And the sooner the better," Brian countered, looking at Adam, who took the cane off him, grabbed me by the arm and dragged me far enough away from the others so he could swing the implement.

"Come on mate, that's enough! Bend over."

"But I -"

"BEND OVER!!" Adam swished the cane through the air.

I did as I was told and WHACK!! Three times it landed with considerable force on my bum, still protected by the skimpy cut-offs, but you wouldn't have thought so. It hurt as if I'd already pulled them down, and I yelped each time.

"Stand up!"

I straightened up, rubbing my stinging backside, my face still reflecting the sudden shock and pain of those three stingers. "Sorry," I mumbled.

"You know why you got those?" Adam was clearly determined to show Brian he was in control and in no mood to tolerate my puerile behaviour, especially in the circumstances.

"Yes, I was being rude and stupid."

"Right, first time," Adam said. "Now tell Brian why you brought the cane and why you're going to be punished with it."

I felt like screaming 'why the hell don't you just DO it and get it over with' but I'd already learned that ritual is an important part of the punishment, sometimes even more so than the actual infliction of stripes across my buns. So, I put on my very contrite face and told Brian what he knew already but wanted to hear again, from me.

Once I'd started, it wasn't too bad to tell what I'd done and why, and that it was completely against Adam's explicit warnings. As a sop to Brian, I ended with "and I believe you may be able to help us salvage what can be salvaged from this mess. So, I guess it's only right that my deserved punishment for causing it all, will be carried out here in your presence."

Adam was beaming and I felt proud and ashamed at the same time. Proud of what I thought was quite an elegant finish to my verbal self-chastisement, ashamed because I was grovelling to Brian, a man I didn't respect, but whose help we apparently needed.

He said he welcomed the fact I'd come to my senses and was looking forward to seeing me taking my 'corrective treatment' like a man, seeing I had admitted it was fully deserved. He kept glancing at Roger while he was talking to me, which I found disconcerting. I guessed there was a message for Roger in what he was telling me.

Poor Roger had not said a word, probably not wanting to attract attention. He looked absurd with a clothes peg hanging from one nipple. The other one had dropped off and he was holding it out to Brian who slapped his bottom, "come on, stick your chest out," and then attached it to the other nipple, making Roger wince. He took the cane from Adam and gave Roger a whack across his buns. I looked at Adam who seemed unconcerned, as if this was normal routine.

Brian handed the cane back to Adam who gave it to me, "you better keep it with you mate, I'll be wanting it later."

In the meantime, Brian was pouring drinks and suggested "you boys go and deal with the barbecue while I have a chat with Adam,". We were only to happy to comply. The food was prepared and waiting in the fridge. So, we set the table outside and stoked the fire to produce lots of hot coals for grilling the meat, which was a job Brian claimed for himself, as nobody matched his skills at the BBQ, at least in his opinion.

I couldn't contain my curiosity any longer. "Hey what's with the pegs on your nips, mate?"

Roger blushed just a little, "part of my punishment, he does that sometimes between canings if I'm getting more than one."

"Yeah, I can see on your bum you've got the stick already, when was that and how many, I mean apart from the one just now?"

"Couple of hours ago, only five. But I'm getting at least another five when you get yours."

"No _s_h_i_t_? What, just to keep me company?" Me, trying to be funny!!

He briefly touched my face, "I wouldn't mind getting the cane if that makes it easier for you, Tim." Sweet Roger, I wanted to hug and kiss him, but that was out of the question, not only because Adam and Brian were close by, but also because it might give Roger the wrong idea. I was very fond of him, even loved him in a way, but I'd never cheat on Adam.

"So what do they feel like, those things," I pointed at the pegs, "don't they hurt?"

"Only at first, when you put them on, then after while you don't even know they're there. Wanna try?"

My little mate stirred a bit, "yeah, why not."

He took them off and clamped them on to my nipples. I nearly went through the roof, but didn't make a noise for fear Brian might hear me. "_s_h_i_t_, that hurts, mate," I hissed.

"Just give it a minute or two, it'll stop very quickly," and he was right. After a few moments there was no more real pain, only that feeling of something dangling there that didn't belong.

I took them off, "listen, you better put'em back, mate, in case Brian comes out here."

"Yeah, I get extra stick, every time they fall off. Come on, you do it," and he stuck out his manly chest, "please!"

Gawd, I didn't want to hurt him, and knowing how much it hurts made it even harder, but he really wanted me to do it, so I tried to be as gentle as I could, which was a mistake because it still hurt him, he winced, and then the bloody things fell off again. I was beginning to panic, in case Brian came out and saw him without his 'ornaments'.

He showed me how you pull the nipple out with one hand and then clamp the thing on with the other. It still took several attempts and a lot more winces until the _d_a_m_n_ things stayed on.

"Would have been a lot easier if you'd done it yourself, mate."

He kissed me on the cheek, "it didn't hurt at all, because you did it."

Oh hell! I didn't know what to say to that. "Roger, - -"

"I know, I know you're married to your Adam, but I can still love you, can't I? Please allow me to love you, I want nothing in return, honest. Just tolerate it."

"Mate, I reckon we have to have a serious talk some time."

"OK, OK, just don't say you don't want me to feel the way I do, because I can't change it."

"Nobody can change the way they feel, mate," I was crying inside and stroked his face very gently. In a way I returned his feelings, but I was too scared to even admit it to myself. He deserved someone better than me, someone who was free to accept and return all that love he had to give. But I didn't have the nerve yet to tell him that.

Adam and Brian emerged from the house, and I don't know if it was their purposeful step or what else, but instinctively I knew we'd be eating with sore bottoms, and sure enough, Brian called us to where he and Adam were standing, "come here, you two."

Roger and I walked the few steps and stood in front of them.

"Drop your daks and leave them there, you'll be wearing stripes for dinner," Brian ordered, trying to be funny.

I took off my shorts and Roger his Speedos, and we faced them stark naked. I was careful to pull my foreskin back, as was the rule in our family, and Roger followed suit, but I'm not sure if he did it just to keep me company or if he was also required to do it, like me.

"We've decided to deal with you before we eat, so we can relax over our meal," Brian announced with a smirk, "I've tried to persuade Adam to swap partners, as it were, but he's as stubborn as he's always been. I'd love to thrash his arse like I used to, but he's too big for me now. So it'll be yours instead, as planned. We don't want to frighten the neighbours, so you'll go inside now and get ready for your punishment, Roger knows where to go and what to do, and we'll join you in a moment." He looked at Adam, "you want to add anything?"

"Yes, I don't know what your arrangements are with Rodge, but I want you, Tim, to report for your caning as you normally would at home, and I want to hear the full reason why you're in such deep _s_h_i_t_, OK?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Allright, off you go then."

I picked up my cane that I had deposited on the table and we trotted off into the house. In a way, it was exciting to be caned with a mate, and my little mate left me in no doubt that he agreed. Obviously he chose to ignore the rest of the proceedings.

Once inside the house, I glanced at Roger. His little mate was as excited as mine. We looked at each other and burst out laughing, in spite of the situation. Suddenly Roger clung to me and kissed me. Lower down, our little mates were communicating, and I lost control too. We kissed quite passionately and things could have gone further, but we were too scared, which was just as well. It would have sent me on an even worse guilt trip afterwards.

"I'm glad we're getting caned together," Roger whispered.

"Me too," I whispered back, quite truthfully.

"Binds us together." We were still in a tight hug, cheek to cheek, rubbing each other's buns.

"I can think of better ways of doing that, mate, less painful."

"But it's kind of _s_e_x_y, isn't it?" He pulled his face away a bit and kissed me once more.

"Yeah, guess so. But listen," I was getting nervous and broke the clinch, " where do we go?"

"Right in here."

Roger led me into the large 'training room', furnished with gym equipment, a chair, more than a dozen canes in a basket, several straps and belts, some ropes and a crop hanging on the wall, a sawhorse, and what he called 'Adam's spanking bench'.

"Why Adam's," I wanted to know.

"Brian says Adam built that when he wasn't even 18 yet."

"You're kidding, he built that for himself?"

"And was often punished on it. That's what Brian says.

"Geez - - you sure?" My little mate was beside himself as I imagined my Adam stretched over the contraption, having his cute buns spanked.

"Why don't you ask him?"

"I will. - So, are we going to get punished on that?"

"Probably. I usually get the cane or the strap on Adam's bench, when I get it in here."

"What about that sawhorse thing there?"

"I've been caned over that, too, but usually it's Adam's bench."

I had a closer look at the bench. It was a bit lower than a table, with adjustable heights and angles at both ends, large enough for a tall spankee to be stretched out flat, but also allowing him to be bent over. The legs sloped away with some kind of loops at their lower ends, which I found scary as I've never been restrained to receive a punishment, and surprising because I knew how Adam felt about that, but this was most probably built to Brian's specifications.

I heard Roger whispering "Tim!" I turned around and realised he had already assumed the 'attention stance' (legs-apart, hands-on-head). I also saw Brian and Adam at the door.

"Sorry" was all I could say as I immediately followed Roger's example.

Brian grinned, "admiring Adam's handiwork?"

"Yes, Sir." I looked at Adam, "You really built that? "

"I sure did, mate."

"- and got his just deserts on it," Brian added. Adam nodded, looking a bit sheepish.

"Roger, what happens if you're not in position when I enter the room?"

Roger looked at me apologetically, "I get a reminder with the strap."

"Adam?" Brian looked at him as if to say 'your decision'.

"I remember," Adam said. "We don't do that at home, but I guess your rules apply while we're here." He took a mean looking leather strap off its hook, "over the sawhorse, mate." I was almost paralysed with shock but made it to the sawhorse and bent over it. "Maybe I'll think about adopting this," he said as the strap hit my left cheek SLAP!! Another followed on the right SLAP, and a third covering both at the same time SLAP!!.

I hissed through my teeth but made no other noise.

"OK, stand up." He handed me the strap, "put that back on the wall and get back in position." I was rubbing my bottom furiously as long as I could while following his instructions.

"That," Brian chimed in, "has made your backside much more receptive for the cane, so you see, it's a good idea to adhere to the rules, at least from your own point of view."

"In fairness, mate, he didn't know about the strap rule, but he should have done it anyway."

Brian just smiled, "I'd seriously consider it as a rule if I were you." He went and selected a very thin cane, which he kept swishing as he approached Roger.

"OK, Roger, you're first, how many did I say?"

"You said at least five."

"Did I? Ah well, then five it shall be."

"Yes, Sir." Roger must have expected more because he looked quite relieved.

He winced slightly as Brian pulled the pegs off his nipples and pointed the cane to Adams bench, "over you go."

Roger put his feet through the loops, which spread his legs wide apart, then bent forward and his hands held on to the bench as far ahead as he could reach. Brian turned a kind of lever, raising Roger's bum to a perfect caning position, with his feet well off the ground.

CRACK! "Ow-oh-aah", the first stroke elicited a loud signal of distress. My little mate went limp in sympathy and frustration. I wanted to rush Brian and take that cane away from him. Roger was too sweet and delicate to suffer such agonies. But of course I didn't.

Four more times the cane whacked into Roger's bum, each CRACK accompanied by a loud wail, and then it was over. The bench was put back to its original position, Roger got up, rubbing his sore buns, wearing a brave smile through some tears. Brian hugged him and gently patted his striped bottom, then handed Roger the cane who returned it to whence it came.

"Well, Tim," I heard Adam's voice - - -

to be continued (Comments are welcome)