I have been interested in punishment for many years and was as a child punished and witnessed punishment of other boys. I did not and do not enjoy being punished but just the thought of punishing another male is exciting.
My enjoyment is to apply punishment to other willing males from 18 yrs old upwards, the lower age doesnt happen very often now as I am in my early 50s. I have been lucky over the years to find like-minded people to enjoy my passion.
I smack and apply slipper, strap, martinet and cane willing bums, I also fantasise about punishing men I see with attractive bodies, especially attractive bums. Sometimes the daydreams go beyond the punishment scene and the implements I use and become more S & M than punishment. If that sort of story does not interest you then I suggest you read no further.
One fantasy I often have is like this:-
I am the Chief Executive of a large organisation and I have caught one of my employees, always an attractive male, in the act of stealing and as I am about to call the police he pleads with me not to involve them. He will do anything he tells me or accept any punishment I consider appropriate. I tell him that his punishment will be long and hard and will involve me thrashing him severely over several hours.
He agrees and I then tell him to report to my home in the country on Friday evening and be prepared to stay until Sunday morning, this is also agreed. On Friday evening he arrives at the house and first I get him to sign a document that absolves me of everything.
I take him upstairs to a bedroom I have prepared and slowly remove all his clothes, after each item is removed he has to stand legs apart, hands on the back of his head in position, waiting for me to remove the next item of clothing. He is 5 ft 10 inches tall, well-built and blond hair, which is cropped short.
I start by removing his shoes and socks; he is now standing in shirt, tie and trousers. I do not know what sort of underpants he is wearing. YET.
Next the tie comes off and three buttons on the front of his shirt are undone exposing a well muscled chest, light brown from sun bathing and a few blond hairs.
Then the shirt comes off, his well-developed pecs and stomach are now exposed to my gaze. The base of his nipples are the size on ten pence pieces and the nipples themselves are like plump sultanas and as I gently stroke his chest they harden and he sighs contentedly. I walk around and view his back again well muscled and firm to the touch.
I undo his belt and unclip the waistband of his trousers and then slowly lower the zip on his flies. White boxers are now just visible. Without any further wait I pull the trousers down and he is told to step out of them.
He now standing in just his white, tight and very brief boxer shorts, arms braced back, chest out and stomach sucked in. I think about throwing him on the bed and _f_u_c_k_ing him there and then, but there will be plenty of time for that later.
My hands stroke and kneed his arse cheeks and he responds by tightening those gorgeous cheek muscles. My hands move round to his front and I trace the outline of his hardening _c_o_c_k_ and plum sized balls.
After several minutes I insert my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slowly pull them down. He pushes his bum out to allow the waistband to slide down his now fully erect _c_o_c_k_ and it springs up and out as he pulls his bum back. The boxers are thrown on the heap of clothes on the floor.
Stark naked he stands, hands on head in position his chest glistening slightly as he sweats in anticipation. Stomach pulled in, legs apart, balls hanging low and _c_o_c_k_ erect. The suntan stops at his waist and starts again mid-thigh, his bum is not absolutely white, he has been naked in the sun for a while. A perfect specimen, perfectly submissive for me to do with as I please.
I pull out a heavy stool I bought at an auction of café equipment and sit on it and tell him to come and get across my lap for his first lesson, a spanking.
I take my time arranging him in the right position, fingers and toes on the floor either side of the stool. My left hand holding his waist, my right hand resting on his cheeks, his _c_o_c_k_ between my thighs. I tell him that I am going to smack him until my hand is sore and his arse is sorer.
I begin by stroking his cheeks and then a few soft pats to each cheek, he relaxes and then I smack each cheek in quick succession as hard as I can. The effect is electrifying, he cries out OWW and his feet and hands come off the floor. I tell him to get them back on the floor and keep them there unless he wants to be whipped and then smacked, he is quickly back in position.
The real smacking now starts and I smack each cheek five times, again and again and again. His cheeks are now a uniform deep pink all over; I have been smacking him for 5 minutes. He emitting soft OWWS and OHHS and he is now beginning to wiggle with the sharpness of the smacks, my hand is now starting tossing so I stop and after a couple of minutes of stroking his warm bum, tell him to get off and stand back in position
After a few more minutes I notice that his erection is returning, so I wait till he is fully erect before deciding what next to use. I decide on the slipper.
I tell him to follow me and go downstairs to the lounge, then I tell him that I am going to slipper his backside and send him back upstairs to get the slipper out of the top drawer of the small chest of drawers.
He goes off upstairs hands on head, _c_o_c_k_ bouncing, balls swinging with a deep pink bum. I turn on a monitor and watch him enter the bedroom and open the top drawer and remove the slipper, the only item in the drawer. He turns to come back but then returns and looking round first opens the second drawer and sees the long handled bath brush waiting in there. He closes the drawer, looks around again and hesitantly opens the third drawer and sees the martinet. I call him and he shuts the drawer quickly and almost runs down the stairs into the lounge.
' Why were you so long upstairs, did you do exactly as I told you ?'
' Oh Yes Sir.'
'Are you sure ?'
' Ye-s Sir , well maybe not exactly .'
' You really are very disobedient boy, get yourself over the arm of that settee. NOW.
He quickly bends over the arm of a large old settee. I arrange him so that his head is well down into the cushions, legs apart, his semi-erect _c_o_c_k_ pulled back and pointing down the outer side of the arm. This has the effect of pushing his bum further into the air. He is now ready for the slipper.
TWHACKK THWACKK the first two smack of the slipper land in the centre of each cheek, I rest my left hand on his back just above his waist, no need to assert any pressure to keep him in position. YET.
TWHACKK THWACKK TWHACKK THWACKK TWHACKK THWACKK, six smacks on the outside of the right cheek. TWHACKK THWACKK TWHACKK THWACKK TWHACKK THWACKK, on the left cheek.
I increase the pressure on his back, TWHACKK THWACKK TWHACKK
THWACKK TWHACKK THWACKK TWHACKK THWACKK TWHACKK
THWACKK TWHACKK THWACKK, twelve hard smacks on the left cheek he is now moving trying to get his left cheek out of the way of the slipper, this pushes the right cheek out.
TWHACKK THWACKK TWHACKK THWACKK TWHACKK THWACKK
TWHACKK THWACKK TWHACKK THWACKK TWHACKK THWACKK, twelve hard smack on the right cheek, now he is really feeling it I push down hard and deliver six more very hard smacks to each cheek.
TWHACKK THWACKK TWHACKK THWACKK TWHACKK THWACKK
TWHACKK THWACKK TWHACKK THWACKK TWHACKK THWACKK, he is now bouncing on the arm of the chair. I tell him to stand up and get ' in position'.
He stands in the middle of the lounge tears running down his face, breathing hard and sniffing. His arse is now bright red, only the inside cleft of his cheeks are still pink.
' So what else did you do when you were upstairs.'
The question takes him by surprise. ' I er looked in the second drawer' he says softly.
' Well you know what I am going to smack you with next then don't you. Go upstairs replace the slipper and collect the brush. Do not look in any of the other drawers.' He comes over to me and I hand him the slipper and then goes off upstairs.
Again I turn on the monitor and watch him enter the bedroom, he looks all round but the camera lens is well camouflaged and he does not see it. Quickly replaces the slipper and collects the brush, then hesitates looking at the bottom drawer, looks round again and quickly opens the bottom drawer and closes it very quickly a startled expression on his face. The bottom drawer contains a riding crop !! Obviously not what he was expecting.
Quickly he comes back down stairs and come to hand me the brush, I take it and tell him to kneel on the settee and bend over the arm with his hands on the floor. His bum is now ideally placed for the brush, the tops of his thighs are also well within range.
I push his wrists in to the base of the settee and tie them with some soft rope already around the feet on the settee. ' This is going to hurt,' I tell him. I commence smacking him with the brush, starting on the outside, three whacks to each side, then working in, 12 whacks in total. I repeat his twice more and then move down to the tops of his thighs the same process, starting on the outside and working in. After the first twelve whacks on the tops of his thighs he really starts to try and avoid the stinging smack of the brush, but as he moves I change the angle and smack the newly exposed area, by the end of the third twelve he is crying and sobbing and pleading for me to stop.
I stop and untie his hands and tell his to get 'in position.'
He stands in the middle of the lounge tears running down his face, breathing hard and sobbing. His arse and the tops of his thighs are bright red, and still only the inside cleft of his cheeks are pink.
' Well I told you it would hurt, didn't I.'
'Yes Sir, but my bum is so sore.'
' Well I won't smack your bum for a bit, let it recover,' He looks relieved and the sobbing slows down. ' Instead I will work on the insides of your thighs.' The sobbing and crying start up again.
' OH NO Sir, please.'
I take no notice, ' Go and return the brush and fetch me the martinet, quickly now.' He rushes off upstairs, I watch him on the monitor as he returns the brush and collects the martinet, a fleeting glance back at the bottom drawer and he comes back down stairs and hands me the martinet.
' That was very quick, well done.' He smiles. 'How did you know where the martinet was ?' The smile fades and is replaced with concern.
' I , I er looked in the third drawer earlier.' he almost whispers.
' I told you not to look in any other drawers, didn't I.'
' I am sorry Sir I sorry.'
'You certainly will be young man.' I tell him to come over to a coffee table and to lie down on his back. When he is in position I pass a broad strap under the table and over his chest and buckle it tightly. The I tie a length of soft rope to each ankle and then tell him to raise his legs. As he does this I pull on the ropes and pull his ankles up to his head and tie off the rope to the table legs and strap his wrists either side to the base of the legs.
He lies on his back, legs apart jack-knifed over his body the soft pink of the insides of his thighs contrasting with the brilliant red of his arse.
I pick up the martinet and sit down on a stool behind his exposed rear. He is pleading with me not to whip him with the martinet and I remind him that he had come for punishment as he had been caught stealing and then he had disobeyed instructions. His breathing is slow and he sobs.
The first strike of the martinet on his right inner thigh is met with a scream which continues for the next four strikes that follow. He is struggling to escape, but he is pinioned securely. No escape is possible.
I repeat the five strikes on the left inner thigh, this brings further cries and screams. ' Please no more, I can't take any more, please.'
' But we have hardly started.' I reply, and repeat the whole 10 strikes again this alternating between left and right. He is nearly hoarse, his breathing is ragged.
' I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' he sobs ' Please no more.'
' All right, no more martinet. What's in the bottom drawer ?'
' NO NO not the crop PLEASE SIR PLEASE.'
' How do you know that the crop is in the bottom drawer.'
' I looked Sir, I'm sorry, please not the crop, my arse is too sore, Please Sir.' He carries on pleading as I walk out of the room and up the stairs. I collect the riding crop and return to the lounge. He sees me walk into the lounge holding the crop. His pleading gets louder and louder but I take no notice and lash the crop across the centre of his arse. He screams and it is cut short by another cut lower this time. The scream starts again, and again it is cut short by the third cut of the crop and then it starts again.
Three dark red black lines now decorate his bright red cheeks. He is sobbing loudly as I move round to the other side and deliver three cuts backhand, the screaming starts again, his body convulsing within the constraints of the rope and strap holding his chest to the table.
' I think that is enough for to-night. Now I want you to show me how sorry you are.' I untie the ropes and remove the strap and tell him to stand up. He stands up and I put my arms around him and hug him, he returns the hug and clings to me sobbing and telling me how sorry he is and that he will behave and do as he is told.
As we stand there locked in each others arms, I feel his erection returning as his _c_o_c_k_ pushes against my balls on its way up to join my fully erect and pulsating rod confined in my trousers. He drops to his knees and with his face pressed against my crotch says ' Please may I suck you _c_o_c_k_ Sir.'
I nod and he undoes my trousers and lowers them along with my boxers and as my _c_o_c_k_ is exposed his sucks it into his mouth. I am close to orgasm and push his head back he looks at me like a puppy who has just had his bone taken away. ' Lie on the table as you were before.'
He lies down and I lift his legs in the air and plunge my engorged _c_o_c_k_ into his waiting and slippery hole. It is all over very quickly we both come within seconds of each other and we then stand hugging for ages before I say that he should have a shower and then we can eat. He looks disappointed as he goes off to shower alone, so I offer the possibility of a joint shower to-morrow night if he is very good, this brings a smile back to his face and he goes back upstairs to replace the martinet and riding crop before having his shower.
After his shower we eat, he is still naked and I enjoy watching him squirm and wiggle on the seat as we sit after eating chatting. We go to bed in the main bedroom falling asleep in each others arms. I am awake first, and whilst he is asleep I shower, dress and make some preparations.
I wake him and tell him to go to his room and wait 'in position.' After a few minutes I follow him. He stands in the centre of the bedroom legs apart hands on the back of his head, shoulders braced back accentuating his well developed pecs.
I look round the room, ' Why are your clothes in a heap on the floor ?'
' I er did not,' he stops, he was about to say he didn't put them on the floor and thinks better of it. ' I'm sorry Sir, it slipped my mind,' and he quickly picks the clothes up and puts them on hangers.
' Go and get the slipper.' He goes to the chest of drawers and collects the slipper and hands it to me. ' Kneel on the bed, legs apart, arms and chest flat on the bed.' Quickly he gets into position. ' Twelve smacks,' I tell him, and then add ' on each cheek.'
TWHACKK THWACKK TWHACKK THWACKK TWHACKK THWACKK on the left cheek and then TWHACKK THWACKK TWHACKK THWACKK TWHACKK THWACKK on the right. His bum which had been a dull deep pink is now bright red.
TWHACKK THWACKK TWHACKK THWACKK TWHACKK THWACKK,
TWHACKK THWACKK TWHACKK THWACKK TWHACKK THWACKK after the twelve smacks his arse is as red as it had been yesterday after the martinet. The marks of the crop are bluish in colour now. ' Stand up get in position'. He quickly get up and assumes the correct position. He is not crying yet but there is moisture in the corners of his eyes. ' Follow me downstairs.'
We go downstairs to the kitchen and eat breakfast and have a drink and sit chatting for a while, then we move to the dining room and I close the door.
' Face the door,' he turns and faces the door getting into 'position' as he does so. He then sees the leather straps on the door jambs top and bottom. I move him to the door and strap his wrists and ankles to the door jambs so that he is spread eagled against the door, then I put a ball gag in his mouth and buckle it behind his head, his eyes wide with fear I move away out of his vision and gaze at the sight in excitement. Walking to the sideboard I open the top drawer and remove a light dressage whip.
It is about 40" long from the tip to the bottom of the handle, black leather with a silver pommel. The body of the whip is whalebone covered leather and the top eight inches of the whip is plated leather. Making as little noise as possible I walk back and take position behind him and measuring my distance without touching him I prepare to whip him.
CRACKK CRACKK the first two strokes land on his shoulders, one either side, he jerks and twists muffled sounds come from his gagged mouth. I continue to whip him the lashes working out from his neck to his shoulders. When there is a continuous line of whip marks right across his back I pause.
He relaxes a bit his body sagging slightly in his bondage, I move to his left CRACKK CRACKK the whip bites into the right cheek of his arse then I move to his right and his left cheek feels the bite of the whip CRACKK CRACKK. I then apply the whip four more time to both cheeks. His head is thrown back with the agony of the whip. I wait as he writhing and snorting in his bonds.
After a few minutes he has quietened down, his shoulders and arse are glistening with sweat and angry red lines decorate them. I move behind him and stroke his arse cheeks, he writhes and pushes his bum into my hand. I move closer so that my groin is pushing into his cheeks and reach round and stroke his chest, lingering on his nipples slowly caressing them and then squeezing and pinching them. During this he pushes his bum back into my groin, my hard _c_o_c_k_ confined within the fabric of my trousers pushing into the cleft of his cheeks. Reaching up I release his hands but they stay unfettered in position as I release his ankles, remove the ball gag, released from his bonds he waits for me to tell him to move and eventually I do, and he turns and we hug.
Having rubbed some balm into his shoulders and bum we rest in the lounge and then have a light lunch. I tell him that we have reached the last stage of his punishment. The Cane.
We go back into the dining room and I open the second drawer of the sideboard, resting on the green baize are four canes, I take them out and put them on the dining room table. ' Which one are you going to thrash me with Sir,' he asks.
I wait as if in thought, ' All of them.'
He looks crestfallen, ' Twelve with each,' I add, ' You will get a break between each.'
' We are going into the garden now.' I tell him and opening the French windows we go into the back garden. In a clear space there is an object covered in a black tarpaulin. I pull the tarpaulin off to reveal a small gymnasium horse with some modifications. The legs have straps attached to them. On one side the legs have only one strap each this is for the ankles, the other side has three on each leg so that people of different heights can be accommodated, the legs on this side are also shorter than the other side.
He looks at the horse and I am sure I see an upward movement in his _c_o_c_k_. 'Go and fetch me one of the canes off the table.' He returns with the thinnest of the canes 6mm in diameter and offers it to me, I take it and swish it through the air before placing it on a garden table nearby.
'Go and stand by the horse.'
He stands in front of the horse 'in position'. From mid thigh to the top of his arse he is bright red there is a small strip of pink flesh then sun tanned flesh to the base of his shoulders then striped red flesh to base of his neck. I strap him to the horse. He is now secured spread eagled, bent over the horse and because of the shorter legs his bum is the highest portion of his body.
'I am not going to use the ball gag for the first 12 strokes, but don't worry no one will hear you cry.'
I pick up the cane and move back to the horse. Tapping the cane on his buttocks I gauge my distance.
THWACKKK, the first stroke lands and is quickly followed by the second and third, THWACKKK, THWACKKK, he shouts out with the pain but I take no notice and move around to the other side and deliver the next three backhand, THWACKKK, THWACKKK, THWACKKK. He is still shouting in pain as I move around for the seventh stroke. THWACKKK the seventh stroke is applied and the eighth and ninth follow quickly, THWACKKK, THWACKKK. He is crying now and sobbing as I move around for the last three of the first twelve.
THWACKKK, THWACKKK, THWACKKK the last three backhand, crying and sobbing he pleads No more, Please Sir no more.
O K, I reply no more. A pause, then with this cane, today, but we have three more, dont we ?
Yes Sir, he sobs as I release him from the horse, he immediately gets into position his arse a mass of red angry lines.
Return the cane to the table, and bring me another one. He turns and I hand him the cane, the tears are still running down his face, he is a picture of a well punished boy, but there is more to come. Slowly he goes back to the dining room and then returns with a cane, the thickest of the four. He hands I to me and then gets into position. I walk round him tapping my leg with the cane as I do so. I put the cane on the table and tell him to go and stand in front of the horse, he moves and stands in front of the horse in position.
Quickly I strap him to the horse. He is again secured spread eagled, bent over the horse and because of the shorter legs his bum is the highest portion of his body. I pick up the ball gag and hold in front of his face, he turns his head and looks at me and opens his mouth, his eyes wide in anticipation, the ball gag is secured in place and I then pick up the cane and move into position.
Now that I can't hear him, I want to get this part over and deliver the first six backhand.
THWACKKK, THWACKKK, THWACKKK, THWACKKK, THWACKKK, THWACKKK, one after the other with a five second pause in-between each. He is struggling and writhing on the horse only muffled sounds and snorts are discernible. I move around to the other side and deliver the second six.
THWACKKK, THWACKKK, THWACKKK, THWACKKK, THWACKKK, THWACKKK, the strugling increases and his head is thrown back as far as the restraints will allow and even through the gag I can hear a muffled ' NO Please.'
I walk into the dining room and change canes, selecting the second thickest and return to the garden. He watches me return shaking his head and shouting something I cannot decipher because of the ball gag. I get in position and deliver the first six of this set, five seconds inbetween one after the other. THWACKKK, THWACKKK, THWACKKK, THWACKKK, THWACKKK, THWACKKK.
The horse is shuddering under his frantic attempts to get free from the agony that I am delivering to his arse. But the straps hold firm and I raise the cane again and deliver the second set of six. THWACKKK, THWACKKK, THWACKKK, THWACKKK, THWACKKK, THWACKKK.
He collapses back on to the horse, broken and exhausted and I leave him there for 5 minutes to recover. I unbuckle him from the horse and remove the ball gag and then stands and assumes the 'position'. ' Only 12 more'
'Yes Sir' he responds.
' Take this cane back and bring me the last cane so that I can thrash you with it.'
'yes Sir,' he takes the cane and walks slowly to the dining room and then returns with the last cane and offers it to me and I take it and he assumes the'position'.
' I am not going to use the ball gag for the last 12, because you are going to count them out loud. If you miss any or get the count wrong I will start again from number one. Do you understand ?'
' Yes Sir. I understand.'
I buckle him onto the horse as before and add the thigh straps as well this time pulling his knees apart. This has the effect of exposing the cleft between his cheeks. I pick up the cane and get in position on his left and measure the distance so that the tip of the cane is over the cleft. THWACKKK, the first stroke lands the tip cutting into the previously untouched inner cleft of his left cheek. ' ARGGH OWW' this takes him by surprise and he forgets to count as I move round to the other side and deliver the second stroke, THWACKKK again the tip bites into the inner cleft, this time the right cheek. 'ARGGH OWW OWW Two Sir.'
' The correct count should have been one because you forgot to count, so we will start again.'
'Oh No Sir please NO.'
' Well I could let you get away with it and let you continue with number three, but then I would have to add six at then end. Which would you prefer.'
' I am sorry I forgot to count . please start at One Sir.'
' Good choice, I don't know that your bum could take another six after this twelve. I hope you will show me your gratitude later.' Before h has time to respond I lash the cane into his left cheek. THWACKKK. OWWW OWWWW One Sir One.' I alternate cheeks for the next nine strokes. He is crying, sobbing and snorting the whole of his backside a mass of red welts, and these now continue into the cleft of his cheeks, previously never touched.
He is in agony, he has never know such pain. ' Two more strokes to come, don't forget to count or we start again from one.' There is no reply but I see him tense and the sobbing increases.
THWACKKK, the cane bites deep into the cleft of the left cheek the tip almost in contact with the rim of his asshole. ' ARGGH ARRGGH Eleven Sir OWWWW OHH not so hard Sir Please.'
I move round to the other side and watch his cheeks as they contract and relax as the pain penetrates deep inside. I raise the cane and THWACKKK the twelfth stroke bites into the right cheek, again the tip almost in contact with the rim of his asshole. ' ARRRGHHH Twelve Sir, ARGGH OWWW OWWWW.'
I unbuckle him from the horse and he stands and assumes the 'position.' The centre of the horse is wet and sticky, during the last twelve he has ejaculated. The barrier between pleasure and pain has been reached. ' What a dirty boy.'
' I am sorry Sir. I deserve to be punished for my lack of control Sir, but later SIR PLEASE.'
' Yes you do deserve to be punished, I think your bum is so sore that you would not feel it properly, so perhaps I should punish your _c_o_c_k_ with the martinet or maybe the cane.'
' Oh Sir please;' he stops, then ' I accept whatever you decide Sir.'
I smile, he has learnt the lesson. ' Well I think you have had enough for now, I will have to have a think about how to punish you for your dirty behaviour.' I reach up and lightly stroke his back and then his cheeks, he moans in pleasure. I move my hands around and stroke his chest my groin pressing into his ravaged arse. He pushes back and groans with pain and pleasure.
' OWW OWW' my assault on his nipples takes him by surprise, but the pleasure kick in and he starts to enjoy it.
Its time we had a shower. He turns and we kiss, a long deep kiss, and then we return to the house to shower and .........................