Hi Dad, I said as I walked slowly into the front room.
Hello John, you look a bit worried; come and tell me whats up.
I then told him how I had managed to prang his car coming down our street. I was 21, and had only just passed my driving test. Not only had I scratched his car, but also in the process I had damaged 2 cars in the street; one belonging to our next-door neighbours, Peter and Elaine, and one owned by Julie on the other side of the street.
There goes my no-claim bonus, not to mention the inconvenience, and what will Peter and Elaine say, and as for Julies new car, well I shudder to think, said my Dad. You really ought to be disciplined, though I dont know how, and the neighbours will need to be aware that youve been punished for your carelessness.
I know, I do deserve to be punished, the trouble is, grounding me means I cant go and see Michelle, and my computer is out of action at the moment, so its no good banning me from that. I paused, whilst I thought of an alternative. I suppose theres always corporal punishment. Im a bit old for it, but it does have several advantages – it would save me being grounded, it would serve as a good reminder of my misdemeanours, and its over reasonably quickly. I well remembered a few spankings from my early teens.
Well John, I reckon youre a bit too big to go over my knee at 21, and in any case, I think this calls for much more than a spanking. Even a paddling might not be enough. Perhaps a jolly good whacking with a cane, properly administered, might do the trick. Ive never used a cane, so Ill get your former headmaster to come round to administer it. I can also think of another advantage of corporal punishment, said my Dad.
Oh, whats that? I asked, somewhat nervously. My planned spanking had been turned into a caning by my former headmaster, and what was coming now?
Earlier on, I said that the neighbours would need to know that youd been punished.
Err yes go on.
Surely you can work it out – they can witness the caning for themselves, said my Dad.
I thought for a few moments – Id suggested the corporal punishment, and I could hardly back down now. But a whacking in front of witnesses, our neighbours and Elaine across the road, who was only in her twenties, well that added a whole new dimension.
I dont have much choice, do I? I said. But theres just one thing.
Whats that? Said my Dad.
Well, I think I might get just a bit aroused during my punishment – it would be rather embarrassing in front of Peter and Elaine, and Julie is only a few years older than me – it wont be on the bare, will it? I asked apprehensively.
No John, I quite understand that strange things can and do happen. No no, I had in mind for you to put on your old grey school shorts, so that you look the part of a naughty boy.
Youve got to be joking! I said. I dont know if I still got them and, in any case, theyll be really tight on me now. Then I suddenly realised the significance of what Id just said. Tight trousers are just what are needed to focus the mind - and the minds and the eyes of the spectators - on the punishment.
Well actually your Mum and I came across them the other week when we were clearing out the store room. We were going to throw them out, but then we thought that they might come in useful for just such an occasion. I admit that it wont totally hide the problem, but you would retain some of your modesty. In any case, your girlfriend will be able to help you out there.
Err, you mean Michelle is going to watch me getting caned?
Thats right, and shell be able to give you some support, said my Dad. The true significance of this statement I would discover later.
Well, said my Dad, If theres no further questions, Ill make the necessary arrangements for 7 oclock tonight. With that, he phoned the headmaster, and went round to our neighbours, and then to Julie across the road, presumably to invite them to witness a caning.
My Dad came back about 10 minutes later. Thats all sorted, he said. The headmaster was quite understanding, and will arrive at about 6.45 to arrange the room. Now Ill just ring your girlfriend to put her in the picture. I didnt hear much of the conversation, just my Dad giving the briefest of details, and then him saying Yes, that would be most suitable.
At about 6.30 that evening, I had a shower. The dreaded grey shorts had been placed on my bed, along with a clean white t-shirt. Nothing else had been put out, so I assumed that was my attire for the session. I dried, put on plenty of deodorant, as no doubt I would get quite warm. Now for the shorts. They must have been about 3 sizes too small for me. I wondered about underwear, but decided that, as none had been put out, and it would be a struggle to pull the shorts on anyway, I didnt bother. I got into the shorts, pulling them up to my thighs. It was already a squeeze. I carried on, feeling the shorts encasing my bum in the tight material. I had to squeeze my manhood in at the front whilst I did up the clip and eased the zip fastener up. God, they were really tight, and I was getting hard.
I walked across my bedroom, feeling the shorts pull at the front of my legs and my bum cheeks. I looked over my shoulder in the mirror to see my globes jutting out invitingly. I tried bending over whilst looking, and saw my bum tighten and spread, deeply separated by the seam. They took on a shiny appearance with the increased tightness. I put on the t-shirt, deciding not to tuck it in – anyway; it might hide some of my embarrassment.
At 6.45, I heard the headmaster come in, and then I heard furniture being moved about in the front room.
It was now 6.55, and the invited audience was beginning to arrive.
Are you ready, John, were all waiting for you, my Dad called up the stairs. I took a last look at my soon-to-whacked bum, and went downstairs.
As I walked into the room, with great difficulty because of the tightness of the shorts, and my hard-on, I took in the scene:
The front room had been rearranged; the settee and chairs were placed in a line along one wall, occupied by Peter, Elaine, Julie, and Mum and Dad. A large coffee table had been placed in the centre of the room, overlaid with several large thick cushions. The other thing I noticed was a towel. A chair had been place next to the coffee table, which was occupied by my girlfriend, dressed in her old school uniform, revealing quite a bit of thigh, and a glimpse of her stocking tops.
I thought it would help to set the scene even more, she explained, with a wink. Was she in on this, I thought to myself?
I also noticed that a Camcorder had been set up in the corner, with a good view of the scene. It was linked to the television, showing a live view of the punishment bench.
I then noticed the headmaster for the first time. He was standing in the background, and in his right hand was a traditional school rattan cane. He clasped the tip in his left hand, then flexed it almost in two, and let it swish back menacingly.
Good evening everyone, started the headmaster. I think we all know why we are here, especially John. Ill explain the procedure as I go along. John, step into the middle of the room, and face the audience, please.
I did as I was told, aware that everyone was watching me.
Now then, just a few preliminaries, said the headmaster, John, lift your t-shirt at the front, so that it is clear of the waistband of your shorts.
I obeyed.
Thats better -, now then, ladies and gentleman, notice the bulge in Johns shorts. He pointed with the cane at my groin, and then allowed the tip of the cane to rub up and down on my fly. This is partly due to the small shorts he has been told to wear, but we cant ignore the fact that he is also aroused. There is nothing unusual about this; its a well-known phenomenon. It often happens when a whackee is putting on his punishment shorts, in expectation of what is about to happen. Was that the case, John?
Yes sir.
Ok, you can drop the t-shirt, and turn round so your back is to the audience, and again pull your t-shirt up, clear of your bottom, yes thats right. Notice how well the shorts shape, mould and hold his buttocks. Notice how the central seam separates the buttocks so well, and the lower cheeks are clearly defined by the shorts. Again he used the cane to emphasize his words, running the tip up and down the seam, and all over my bum. This will become even more apparent when John gets into position.
All this talk, and the actions of the cane, had done nothing to lessen my arousal; indeed I think it made it worse.
Its time to assume the position, John, said the headmaster, pointing to the improvised whacking bench. I prefer a simple presentation of the backside; the whackee will normally automatically assume the right posture. John, kneel on the cushion, and bend forward, supporting your body with your hands.
Turning to the audience he continued:
Its important that the backside is the highest portion of the body. This allows the cane to reach the most sensitive areas. Its also important that the whackee is fully aware of the tightness of his bottom, hence the use of the school shorts, which emphasise this effect. John, Im sure, is well aware of how tight his bottom feels already, being constrained in those shorts, and it can only get tighter as gets into position. The kneeling position will further increase the tension in his backside and the target area. I will make a final adjustment when he is fully in position. Also, when in this position, the whackee is well balanced, and cant easily move. Oh, just one more thing – just before the whackee gets into position, give a final tug upwards on the waistband at the back of the shorts, to make sure that they are well pulled up, and everything is nice and snug.
With that, the headmaster grasped the back of my shorts, and pulled them upwards.
I got myself into position as directed, feeling the shorts get tighter as I knelt down, then even tighter as I bent over.
Part your legs a bit more, John, and a bit more, thats it, said the headmaster, tapping the inside of my thighs with the cane.
I felt the shorts pull even tighter against my buttocks.
Now, shuffle your knees forward, just a bit more, thats fine.
Again, I felt the tightness increase, and watched the effect on the TV.
I now give the shorts a final tug upwards, to ensure everything is just right, explained the headmaster. There comes a point when the backside is as tight as it possibly can be, given the fit of the shorts. That point, Im sure youll all agree, has now been reached, he said.
Yes, yes, I see, said various fascinated voices.
Can you see how the shorts seem to shine? That just shows how tight this position is. The backside is ready and expectant. Its quite important not to rush into the caning at this point. Give the victim a few minutes to realise his predicament, and become well aware of his backsides position. Would anyone like to feel the tightness of his bum, and also check that John is not using any padding? he asked.
I will, if you like, said Elaine.
Me too, said Julie, Although, judging by the way his bottom looks, I should think any padding would be immediately apparent!
Elaine stood up first, and moved towards me. She placed her hands on my taught bum, and gave a good rub all over the surface, paying close attention to the central seam running down, and traced her fingers right down and round to meet Michelles supporting hand.
Yes, really nice and tight, well ready for a caning, said Elaine approvingly, giving my backside a quick smack.
Then Julie came over. She was much more thorough, giving my bum a thorough rubbing, and finishing with several slaps on each cheek.
Theres certainly no padding, and no underwear or boxers underneath, said Elaine, giggling slightly.
Well observed – its always better if underwear is not worn, it spoils the effect, said the headmaster.
During all the preparation and fondling, I had been fascinated by the picture on the television. Watching my bottom tighten and spread, and then being fondled and slapped was quite a weird but pleasurable experience. I felt my heart rate increase, and I was aware of butterflies in my stomach.
The headmaster continued:
Now that John is properly positioned, its time for the main business of the evening. I always give a few practice swings of the cane through the air, just to heighten the anticipation.
SWISH, SWISH, SWISH, went the cane, whistling through the air.
Then I hold the cane against the backside, at its tightest point, and then tap the bottom about six times, leaving a few seconds between each tap. This tells the whackee that the punishment is about to begin. Then a few rapid taps, the time has almost come.
I watched the screen as all this was happening.
And now, just before each stroke is applied, Johns backside can be made even tighter if he is pushed backwards from this position. To demonstrate this, I will get Michelle to place her hand on Johns crotch, and push him back gently.
Is this what my Dad had meant by support? I thought to myself.
I felt Michelle give my _c_o_c_k_ a reassuring squeeze through the shorts, and then she pushed me back slightly as instructed.
There, thatll work just fine. Eventually, the recipient gets into a rhythm of pushing his backside back for each stroke, but Michelle will help him with the first few. John, its ok for you to sway forward once the stroke has been applied, Michelle will push you back into position prior to the next stroke.
Right, I think were ready. Swing back with the cane, and bring it to rest gently on his bottom. Do this twice, to line up the stroke and then.........................
SWISH, CRACK the unmistakable sound of rattan meeting tightened backside.
I heard the swish, watched the impact, and about 8 seconds later, the fiery pain spread through my bum.
OW!!
Allow about 10 seconds for the stroke to sink in, and the pain to peak, and then continue with the tapping, the lining up strokes, the push back, and then unleash again.....
The whole process was repeated, until 6 expert strokes had been delivered to my poor backside. I was really glad about Michelles hand on my groin, stroking my _c_o_c_k_ through the shorts; it certainly added to the effect, and indeed I lost control!
Its time for a little interlude now, whilst we inspect the effectiveness of the punishment, and John has a few moments to recover. Michelle, help him to his feet, and hold that towel round him. John, drop your shorts for a moment, please.
Oh my God, how embarrassing, I thought. I undid the shorts, unzipped the fly, and allowed the shorts to drop to my ankles.
Now, lift the towel at the back, but keep his front covered. John, bend over a little.
I observed all this on the screen, amazed at the 6 distinct tramlines on my bum. No doubt the audience had a good look as well.
Everything is fine, and the strokes are well placed. Pull your shorts back up, resume your position, and well continue – another round dozen should suffice! Then well rewind the video, in case anyone missed anything. By the way, if John falls out of line again, Im sure I can dish out some equally effective punishments.