The caller turner out to be my uncles police partner, Nick Adams. I met him a few times before at family dos. He didnt seem surprised to see me in the house at gone 11 o clock and said hed just nipped round after the pub for a few more pints or a couple of Scotches.
Nick was still in the force and in uniform - probably in his late forties and a big, good-looking bloke. He slipped off his jacket and took a seat wearing his regulation police jumper, shirt and trousers. Uncle Jim went to get him and all of us a drink.
So, matey, Nick says, been up to no good as usual?
I still had a massive bulge in my slacks from the fun and games before. It was obvious something had been going on, plus there were a few videos on the floor by the machine.
Yeah, well. You know....
I was anxious to play things cool. I didnt want Uncle Jim to get any flack. Jim came back, cool as a cucumber, with the drinks, and immediately told Nick Id been in for a bit of a trouncing.
Young matey boy here, his Dad sent him over. Seems hes been playing up a bit a college. Weve just had a bit of a sorting out, if you know what I mean. Thats why hes a bit subdued....
He winked at Nick.
Bit old for that, arent you son?? asked Nick, shifting in his seat and sipping the Scotch
Well.... I goes
Hes taken a fair old tanning. Best let him relax a bit! Uncle chimed in.
Nick gave me a good look, knocked back some booze. Well, I wish all lads were as responsible as you are. Reckon youll be a fine Dad some day. Tell me, would you use it – would you give your own lads a good licking if they deserved it?
I shrugged. I guess so, I said
Attaboy, said Nick. Tell you what, you go on the beat for twenty years, you realise that some lads, most lads, a good bloody trouncing is all they understand. Got to tell you, in our day, lads respected stuff a bit more, respected their elders, stood by the law. Thats when they got it at home, got it at school. Know what I mean? They knew theyd get a bloody tanning if they stepped out of line. Not fun, is it? A good tanning.....
No, I said
Exactly. You see, youve learned a lesson. Youll be a bloody asset to the next generation, if you keep your own boys in line. I expect your Dad will teach you how to jeep em in order.
Uncle Jim said I reckon Phil thinks Ill probably show him the ropes. Maybe you and I should show him? Its not so simple, he said, turning to me giving a bloody good tanning. Like all things, theres an art to it!
_d_a_m_n_ right, said Nick, shifting again.
He looked really horny sitting there in his cop trousers and sweater. I thought I detected a big bulge growing in his serge trousers too. This could be fun! My own throbber was up again, and probably way obvious in my tight trousers.
What say you and I give him a bit of a lesson in the art of a bloody good tanning? I take it the wifes out....? Nick asked
Shes at Doreens, Uncle said
Well then, whey-hey, no time like the present..... What say your uncle here is the guinea pig and you learn a few moves on his backside? Im sure your Uncle Jim wont stand in the way of your education, said Nick.
No mate, been a while since I felt it. Sure youll be a good teacher too, said Uncle Jim, filling our glasses.
Nick shifted again., readjusting himself so his big tool lay flat across his thigh. It looked even bigger than my Uncles one. Well then, he said, as a coppers brat, you best ally is this. He pointed to the shiny black belt across his waist. The strap. We all got it as lads. Theres an art to giving it too. What kinda belt you got on?
I moved up in my seat a little so he could see the leather belt round my tight slacks. I knew he was having a good look at the bulge in my Farahs too.
Yeah, not bad, but not a copper belt. Do you remember the old days, Jim, when wed give a tanning down the station?
Sure do, said Jim
We used to be asked to give a good thrashing. The Searg usually did it, at our Nick, but you had to have another old Bill in the room to ensure fair play. Often wed do this – one of us held the lads head between our thighs, the other took off his belt, doubled it, and gave the lad what for!!! You remember, Jim lad??
Yes indeed! said Jim.
I held a fair few yobs between these thighs!! Nick boasted. Theres something well humiliating about getting it like that. What say your Uncle goes between mine, and you learn to use the belt proper??
Ok. I dont mind, I said.
You dont mind? Youve gotta want to do it, lad....
Then I want it, I said.
Fine then.
Nick then told me exactly how to handle the strap.
If youre giving a good lecturing, keep the belt on for starters. Then get round to the punishment. Let the lad see you slowly unbuckle it, take it off, like this, he started, standing up, taking a swig of Scotch, then slowly flicking and undoing his big brass buckle, shucking the leather and whipping the big thick belt out of the loops. If its a copper belt like this – feel it, nice an thick, regulation stuff, Im sure they mean it for our brats and other halves – bend it in two so youve got a nice whippy strap on yer. Some lads wrap an end around their hand and use it as a whip. But Ive always thought the strap, double straps, a load better. You want a nice big floppy tongue of leather lolling out of your hand. Just like this, lad!!!
He had a fearsome looking strap in hand. It was thick enough not to bend entirely but whippy enough to give a little. I knew it would fairly whistle down across the arse.
Now then, Jim lad, lets give him some target practise on that big old arse of yours!!
My uncle was laughing, rubbing his hands together. He was certainly a _f_u_c_k_ing god sport!!!
What say I get your head between me thighs, like down the station?
Ok , said Jim. He stood up, took a gulp of booze then walked over to Nick, who was parting his tightly uniformed thighs, still holding the belt.
Come on, lad, Nick said to me, proffering the strap, this is yours. Better tell your Uncle to bend over!!!
BEND OVER! I said, enjoying the words and the power
My Uncle bent right over, so that his head was between Nicks thighs. Nick clamped his thighs around Jims neck. Uncles arse – big, covered in drum-tight Farah slacks, thighs apart – was a picture.
Right lad, Nick said, gripping a bit tighter (and his bulge was bloody obvious now – I could see the whole big thick tool and even the differentiation of his big fat knobhead from is thick shaft) Get angled up! You want to give it a few taps so you get the measure of his full arse, Try tapping it up so the bellt covers both his cheeks!!!
I tapped the thick belt across uncles arse. My knob was twitching in my trousers,
Now pull back, thats it – youve done this before – and give him a good....
THWACK!!!
Excellent!
I saw Uncle lurch a little. Id delivered a good first strap across both cheeks.
THWACK!!
Well done lad! Now angle it, go for the right hand side....
THWACK!!
Tell you what, lets get him to get those slacks down so he really feels it. Tell him . Tell him to lower his trousers!
I barked the order as Uncle fumbled at his slacks and then slid em down across his thighs. His tight white Y fronts covered an already red-striped backside.
Now reign the belt in a little – thats it, just a bit – go alternate cheeks.
THWACK!
Whey hey!!
THWACK!
Well done, son!
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Fwooah! Thats the ticket!
THWACK!
Ow!! Oh _s_h_i_t_!!!
THWACK!
Nick was still holding Jim tight between his thighs, but with some difficulty. Uncle was beginning to buck at the hard strap strokes across his drum-tight Y fronts!!!
THWACK! owwwwwww! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Thats it son!! Strap him!!!
I lifted right back and
THWIPPPPPP!!! THWACK!! really laid it on. Uncle bucked, and big Nick moved with him, as if they were _f_u_c_k_ing.....
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
I was really getting into my stride and the red strap-strips were appearing across Uncles big arse and all the time I could see Nicks _c_o_c_k_ throbbing above Uncles head as he went Go on! and Thats it son and Well done!!
I really enjoyed the power of the coppers strap in my hand but as Uncle started to buck more and more against the restraining pressure of Nicks thighs, I reckoned it was time to give it a break.....
Well done LAD, well done!!!
I let the strap hang limp as uncle put both hands back to run his flaming rump.
Bloody hell! Uncle said, just you wait!!
I was stiff as a _f_u_c_k_ing ramrod. Nick was too, I could see the big tool jutting out his uniform trousers. And when he let Uncle up, I could see his _c_o_c_k_ too was straining out his briefs.
We were all breathing hard.
Nick winked at me and reached for the Scotch.
TO BE CONTINUED