This is as the title states, a follow on to part 1. I suggest that you read that story first if you havent already. Thanks to all that wrote with words of encouragement. I hope I replied to you all.
Jason Briggs and his friend Allan Jones were having a jerk off race at Allans parents home. Allan had been caned that day and Jason had rubbed Solarcairne cream onto Allans bum making them both horny. They both shot so closely together that it was hard to tell who had won. Their breathing had just settled down when they heard the garage door being closed.
Allan went to the window and looked out. Hell, my Dad is home early. We had better get dressed.
They hurriedly got straightened out and just as they finished tidying up Mr Jones knocked on the door and poked his head around it before Allan could answer.
Son whats this I hear that you got the cane at school today? Oh, hello Jason.
Hello Dad, Mr Jones, they replied in unison.
Well Allan Im waiting.
I was fooling about in Chas Adams class.
Is that what happened?
Y....yes Dad.
Well, Chas Adams came to see me at my office. He is a friend and in fact we went to school together, but that is another story. He tells me you retaliated when someone tried to bully you, and then gave him a load of rubbish why you threw a rubber at a boy. Is that what happened?
Yes Dad.
I understand now why you got caned. It is admirable that you dont carry tales to the teacher son, but there is a better way of doing things rather than make up silly excuses. I guess your sore behind has taught you that.
Yes Dad.
Ok then, I wont do any more about it this time. You and Jason can carry on with your homework. Mr Jones left the room and shut the door quietly as he left.
What was that all about Allan?
Dad told me that if he ever found out that I was caned at school, he would cane me again. So for a while I thought that I would have two lots of stripes to get over.
Yeah, I have a similar deal with my Dad, only he would give me double with his belt.
Do you want to do your homework?
I guess we had better. If your dad comes back here and Im pulling my pud or something he might not be pleased. The two settled down and did their homework..... A hour or so later, Id better get going or my parents will start to wonder if I want my dinner.
Ok, if you get into trouble at school, Ill help where I can.
Now whos the pervert you perv. I know you just like looking at my fair behind.
Get out of here you idiot.
See you tomorrow.
See ya. Jason showed himself out calling goodbye to Mr Jones as he exited the house.
One week later Jason was in trouble. He had only done two of the detentions that he was supposed to do. He was so busy with swimming practice for the coming season, that he had given the other two detentions a miss, thinking that he would do them the following week. Now he had been summoned to Mr Adamss office. In the first period he had been told by his form teacher, Mr Phillpot, to report to Mr Adamss office at 12.40pm.
At morning break he saw Allan. Ive got to report to Chas Adams at 12.40.
What for?
I dont know. Ive done two of my detentions and Im going to do the others this week.
Jason, you are an idiot. You should have done three detentions last week, and the last one yesterday. You are supposed to attend every detention session until you have done them all.
Well Ive had swimming practice.
I doubt that Chas Adams will accept that as an excuse. You should have told him when you got the detentions.
I was so glad to get out of there with my bum intact, I forgot all about swimming.
Itll be my turn to rub your bum better.
Yes you bastard and you are gloating already. _s_h_i_t_ what a friend you turned out to be.
Just getting you back for last week, mate.
Yeah I know, but that doesnt make it better. Jesus I wish I had thick pants on.
Youve got the rest of the morning to go through and Ill do what you did for me.
Thanks. The bell rang for the next period, Theres the bell, we had better get to class.
See you at lunch.
Yeah ok.
Jason headed off to class very definitely worried about the state his bum might be in, in a few hours. The morning seemed to drag by. He collected a detention from his history teacher, Mr Bell, for not paying attention. Finally the lunch bell rang. Jason gather up his books and went to his locker quietly, not joking with his fellow class mates as he usually did. At his locker he put his books into it, grabbed his lunch and headed outside to eat his sandwiches. When he got to the bunch of seats he found Allan was there already.
How did the rest of your morning go?
Bell gave me detention for not paying attention. He ranted at me that if I was not usually such an attentive student he would have considered the cane. How was your morning?
Ok. Chas Adams kept looking at me through the lesson and just before the lunch bell I thought that he was going to say something, but nothing happened.
The two ate their lunches saying nothing much. Soon some of their friends gathered and wanted to know if they would join a pick up game of cricket for the rest of the lunch break.
Jason said, No.
Why not? asked Tom Brown.
I dont feel like playing at the moment, but try again tomorrow, replied Jason.
What about you, Allan?
Im the same. See us tomorrow.
Ok then well leave you two sad sacks to your misery, whatever that may be. And with that the group rushed away leaving Allan and Jason to mope on the benches.
After a few more minutes Allan said, Why dont we start our homework in the library?
No I feel quite sick at the moment. I know I was joking with you last week, but didnt you feel sick knowing you were going to maybe get caned?
No, I think that getting it from Dad it so often I have sort of lost most of my fear. I know Im going to have a sore arse, but after it is over and the initial stinging goes away I have a glowing bum and a good wank and I feel life is not so bad.
Yeah well dads belt at home is not bad. It stings like hell for ten minutes then as you say a good wank if I can, and life is not so bad. The cane at school is different though. Those couple I got of old Phil last year werent too bad, but the three I got from Keith Jones just about made me cry. I could feel my eyes just about water.
Yeah, and Chas Adams hurt me a lot more with four strokes than my dad does with six, and in spite of your ministrations, I still have bruises on my bum. Theyre getting fainter now, but for two days sitting down was quite awkward. Just as well Dad thought that I had been punished enough. And yes I thought that for a moment I was going to cry as well. I could feel the tears at the back of my eyes.
Funny how the other day we thought that getting caned was all over for us.
I heard last week that Victor Blackwood was caned in the 6th form.
I heard that too, but thought that it was bull_s_h_i_t_. Look its just about time so Im going for a piss. I dont want to water from both ends.
The two friends wandered off to the toilets and then made their way along the corridor towards Mr Adamss office. It was only 12.35, but they saw that Mr Adams was already there as his door was open.
Jase Ill wait just here.
Jason walked the last couple of yards up to the door and even though it was open, knocked. You wanted to see me Sir?
Ah, Briggs, good to see that you can obey some instructions at least. Come in and close the door after you. Jason did. Mr Adams didnt waste any time and got straight to the point. Why havent you done all your detentions Briggs?
Sir I have done two, I was going to do another tonight and the last one on Thursday.
You wanted to spread them out a bit, is that it? said a bit sarcastically.
Yes Sir. I have swimming practice.....
You should have thought of that, at the time I awarded the detentions. I have no option now but to cane you as you have broken the rule of serving all the detentions as soon as possible. You knew of the rule?
Yes Sir, but I had forgotten about it, because I have never had multiple detentions before.
Be that as it may. You can be caned now or come back here after school at 3.40.
Ill take it now Sir and get it over with.
Good. Come over here beside the desk. Bend over the back of this chair with your hands down the front legs as far as you can reach.
Jason did as he was told. From the corner of his eye he saw Mr Adams go to a tall cupboard in the corner of his office and withdraw a cane. It looked slightly longer and thicker than the one old Phil had used on him last year. He was wondering why he had to bend over the chair, instead of bending over and touching his toes as he had last year.
You are to stay in position until I tell you to get up.
Yes Sir.
I have decided that I will give you four, the same as your friend got last week.
Mr Adams went out of view and a couple of seconds later Jason felt the cane touch his backside held tight in his thin summer shorts. For Mr Adams the view he had was that of a developing teen, not yet reaching his full potential as a young man, but the backside that he was about to cane was well developed without any excess chubbiness, in fact one of a good sportsman. Because the cotton drill material of the shorts was stretched so tight, he could clearly see the outline of Jasons briefs under the shorts. Mr Adams himself was a swimmer so while he agreed with Jasons reasons for missing detention, he had to follow the set rules or discipline would start to slide. Therefor even while he sympathised he felt that he had to make the caning hurt otherwise the lesson would not be learnt. He tapped the cane again, against the well stretched buttocks.
Jason felt the cane tap the second time and sucked in a lung full of air. He heard the swish and crack and a nano second later a white hot line of pain errupted across the middle of his buttocks. Ten seconds later a second crack and the pain got worse. Fifteen seconds later another swish crack, and he could feel the tears come up in his eyes. Ten seconds went by, then a louder swish and crack as the cane landed just above the crease between buttock and thigh where there was only one thin layer of material between the cane and its target. Jason still hadnt made a sound, but at that last fearsome stroke his bum shuddered and shook.
Chas Adams stood there watching Jason over the chair as his buttocks moved constantly, trying to deal with the severe pain they had been dealt. It looked as though they were just about alive, first clenching then unclenching, his fingers so tightly holding the legs of the chair that his knuckles were white.
Get up. As Jason stood slowly, Chas Adams moved over to the cupboard and put the cane away. Jason come over here. He looked at Jason and could see the tears glistening, but not falling. As I said last week I dont like hurting people, but you have got to obey the rules. Do you understand? At Jasons nod he went on, If you had told me last week about swimming practise we could have come to some arrangement about the detentions.
Yes Sir.
You still have two detentions to do....., do the next one on Thursday and the last one the following Tuesday and dont miss them or you will be in here again and next time it will be six.
Thank you Sir. I have got to do a detention tonight for Mr Bell Sir.
I will see Mr Bell and get you excused tonight, you can arrange with him, when to serve his detention, so that you wont miss practice. We need more good swimmers on the team Jason, and I am told you show very good promise of winning some cups.
Thank you again Sir.
You may go. Jason left the office shutting the door quietly after him.
Allan was waiting just outside. Come on mate lets get you cleaned up before class. He ushered Jason along to the toilets. In the toilets Jason swamped his face with cold water. Allan said, Well, are you going to show me the damage?
Half a mo. Jason wiped his face dry with a paper towel and undid his belt and fly, lowered his shorts and eased down the back of his Jockey Y fronted underpants.
Hell the whack just above your thighs looks bad buddy. Youre going to be sitting sore this afternoon.
Its bloody sore now.
Yeah I bet, but we had better get to class.
Just as they were leaving the toilets Mr Adams came in. He looked at them both, but said nothing.
At the end of the school day Mr Phillpot handed Jason a sealed envelope with his fathers name on it. Please give this to your father Briggs.
Yes Sir.
He left the class room and went to his locker. Allan came by and they got the books they needed for homework and headed out of the building towards the bike racks.
Ive got a letter for Dad.
Whats it about?
Dont know, old Phil gave it to me right at the end of school.
Who is it from?
Dont know that either. Dads name is typed on the envelope.
It sounds like a formal note about your caning has been sent to your parents.
_s_h_i_t_ that means Ill get it again from Dad tonight with his belt.
Come to my house and Ill rub some Solarcairne on your bum.
Ok.
They went to Allans house. The ride there on a hard bicycle seat was very uncomfortable for Jason. Once there Allan carried out the rubbing on of the soothing, cooling cream to Jasons bum and as he did so, Jason could feel his penis growing under him, pushing into the edge of Allans bed.
Hey Al, Ive got a stiffy.
Yeah, so have I. They had a slow wank together, watching the spunk fly out of each others _c_o_c_k_ at the same time.
Hey when you got it last week, did you have to bend over a chair, or did you just touch your toes?
I had to bend over the chair also why?
Last year I just had to bend over. Old Phil wasnt too fussy as long as I was over, but Keith Jones made me bend right over touching my toes.
I wonder if Chas does that cause he is hitting you hard, so you need some support.
I dont know, but Id better get home. I want to get my homework done before Dad gets home, cause sitting down is bad enough now, but after he is finished its going to be a _d_a_m_n_ sight worse.
Ok Jas, Ill be thinking of you with your butt perched up waiting for the belt to land on it.
Bastard.
I know and you love it.
Jason left Allans home and rode home. When he went inside the house he found his mother in the kitchen getting dinner ready.
Hi son, you dont look too happy. Whats happened?
I got caned today at school and Ive got a letter for Dad.
Oh Jason, what did you do to get the cane? I thought that at your age you would be past it.
Yeah, Allan and I thought that as well, but last week he got it and this week I got it.
What did you do?
Oh, I.....missed a few detentions.
And what did you do to get the detentions in the first place?
I was cheeky about Chas Adams.
Serves you right. Your father and I have always insisted on you being respectable to your elders.
I know Mum, but he had just given Allan a hell of a caning and I sounded off about it and he overheard me.
So now you have suffered the same fate, I hope you have learnt your lesson.
Yes Mum, Im going to do my homework.
Ok son.
Chas, Jasons younger brother came home about fifteen minutes later and came into the room they shared. Jason was sitting at his desk with his pillow on the chair..
Hi Jas, Mum said that you got the cane today. Can I see the marks?
No and you can piss off. I want some quiet so I can get this finished before Dad gets home.
Ill see later anyway so why dont you show me now?
Jason leapt out his chair and came towards Chas at speed. Chas leapt sideways and ducked under Jasons stretched out arm, out the door and along the passage to safety of the kitchen. Jason settled slowly onto the chair again and carried on with his homework. Later just as he was finishing the last of his homework he heard his fathers car arrive home and get put away in the garage. He was wondering whether to go to greet his father or wait in the room. He had just finished up and put his books back in his bag ready for school the next day, when his father came into the room and shut the door.
Hi Dad.
Jason your mother said that you have something to tell me.
Dad you got a letter from school, havent you read it yet?
No Jason, I want you to tell me in your own words first.
Ok, thanks Dad. Jason told his father what had happened at school last week and that day and at the punishments he and Allan had received.
After he had finished talking his father looked at him for a moment and said, Jason, if you did not have this letter for me, would you have told me.
I dont know Dad. Ive got a sore backside already and I know that you promised me double with the belt if you learned that I had got whacked at school.
Have you been caned before then?
A couple of times last year, but not as bad as I got today.
Well Jason you are older now, just about a man, so if you do stupid things that show you are still a boy, then you get treated like a boy only worse because you should know better.
Yes Dad.
Before I decide if Im going to add to your punishment, I had better read the letter. He took the letter from his jacket pocket and carefully slit the end open with a finger. He took out the single sheet of paper and started to read. Jason watching, could not decide if his father was getting angry or what, as there was no change of expression on his face. His father folded the letter and put it back in the envelope.
Jason, the letter told me less than what you told me. Basically it just said that you had been given four strokes of the cane for missing detentions and that the four detentions had been awarded originally because you were disrespectful to Mr Adams.
Yes Dad.
I promised you that I would double that what you got at school with my belt didnt I.
Yes Sir.
Good man, well drop your shorts and bend over the end of your bed.
Yes Dad. Jason did as he was told without hesitation, while his father pulled his trouser belt out of the loops of his pants.
This is just a dress belt, really too light for the job son. Get up and bring me the belt you use for your jeans.
Jason got up and shuffled over to his wardrobe, his shorts still around his ankles and got the heavier belt out and handed it to his father shuffled back to the end of his bed and bent over it again.
Mr Briggs looked down at Jasons bottom perched there waiting for the belt to hit it, covered only by the thin white Jockey briefs. He saw the livid weal on the flesh below the legs of the briefs and bet it was hurting.
He gave Jason three good whacks with the belt across the top of his buttocks away from the site of that welt, and then four light flicks of the belt across Jasons thighs, the last was a reasonably hard lash right across the top of both buttocks, lowered the belt to his side. Have you learnt your lesson son?
Yes Dad.
Good that is it. I dont want to do this again. You are getting too old for this sort of nonsense ok.
Yes Dad.
Good, get cleaned up and come and get dinner. Next weekend we will start teaching you to drive the car.
Jason came to his feet and with his shorts still around his ankles hugged his dad. His dad noticed that Jason had tears trickling down his cheeks, but didnt say anything....
That was the last time that Jason felt a cane or a belt on his backside. He went on to win several cups in swimming and became the vice captain of the first fifteen at school.