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It was a long time ago that I discovered the availability of CP pictures on the internet. More recently I have sought to write stories that might account for those pictures. I am fully aware that many of them come from a completely different background. Indeed in some cases I was already aware of that setting so please don't complain if you feel I've taken liberties. I intended to.
If the reader would like a copy of the picture for any stories in my "Inspired By Pictures" series, please drop me an email with a request and statement of which picture you need and I will try to send it. Many came from the now defunct site which was run for a long time by Johnny in Holland. These are in bitmap form and so are of fair size. I have tried changing them but always succeed in losing some quality and so I will send them as they are.
Picture Name: wirespool
For Walter Pritchard it had started very simply. There had been a bet. There was a building site near his home. As he sat in the George and Dragon, drinking a pint, they had been discussing the arrangements there. It all seemed badly arranged, and they thought they were experts. They certainly knew about scaffolding. They both worked as erectors. Now they were agreeing that the board advertising the name of the main contractor was almost loose and that it was so dangerous that it would be doing them a favour to get it safe for them.
Andrew Burch had said, "Bet you a fiver that you can't get it down."
"You're on - that's if there isn't a time limit. I've seen that there's a watchman comes round and I'll have to avoid him. It wouldn't be too bright to drop it on his nut and I don't want him around and collaring me when I do it."
"Fair enough. I'll tell you what. It's a fiver for you if it's down by eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
"Agreed. Are you coming?"
"Not really. I've got to scarper. My bird's waiting and I'm already late."
The site had been a larger factory in several sections. One part was complete, a second was almost finished and the final section was now the only part with scaffolding. Access was easy. The front gate was locked and the watchman was based there, but school kids had made a hole in the fence at the back some time ago and it had never been repaired.
When Walter got there, it was dark. He watched the security man set off and do the rounds, including calling in one building. Eventually, he returned, clearly satisfied that everything was as it should be. Walter walked quietly along a public path which ran alongside the fence and, at the back, he found the hole. It did not take him long to get to the ladder. It was even more fortunate. From the height of the scaffolding on which he stood he could see the gatehouse and he could see the watchman in there. Quickly, he checked the nuts which held the signboard. He did not even need his spanner. They were only finger tight. One by one, he removed them. Then he took out the bolts at the ends. It was now suspended by two bolts. This was going to be the tricky stage because, if one of the two was removed before the other, the board would swing and could dislodge him. In addition, it would be conspicuous and could attract attention and prevent his finishing the job.
Carefully he eased one bolt half clear. Then he did the same for the second, but took this one further so that it was only just supporting the board. Once the other side was freed the board would fall off this one. He returned to the waiting bolt and looked below. He did not want to hit someone when it fell. There was no problem. He turned the bolt and soon his work was done. The board slipped free and dropped to the ground.
Quickly, Walter went round the scaffolding to a ladder at the back of the building, close to the hole through which he had come in and furthest from the watchman's hut. He sped down the ladder and found himself held in a vice like grip.
"Got you! Don't bother to struggle. There are enough of us to make sure that you get the worst of any contest."
Walter accepted the inevitable and allowed himself to be led into the building. Once inside he realised that this part was virtually complete and was already being equipped for its working function.
Now came the explanation. One of his captors said, "What the _f_u_c_k_ing hell do you think you were doing?"
Walter decided that there was no point in dissembling.
"I had a bet with a mate that I could get that sign down. Actually I was doing you a favour, if it's yours. It was bloody dangerous. It was loose and could have come down any time and killed somebody."
"Well you might have won your bet but you chose a bad night for it and you could have mucked us up as well. There's been too much theft here at night and we're an extra guard to catch the buggers and teach them a lesson they won't forget. You can have the choice they'll have. Do you want us to send for the police and hand you in for trespassing and criminal damage. It might be a lot more by the time they've investigated."
Walter did not hesitate. "I bloody don't."
"But it's obvious that you've got to be punished for what you did. Will you take an unofficial punishment from us?"
"I've got no choice. I've got to."
"You say that before you know what it is. Are you sure?"
"Well I'm assuming you aren't going to hang me or anything like that."
"No. We won't go that far. Come with us."
He found himself being led into a large workspace. He was directed in front of a large drum. It was about five feet in diameter and about the same width. It had been used for heavy electric cable and, to allow for the fact that the cable was fairly inflexible, there were a series of poles which formed a circle well from the centre, around which the cable had been wound.
One of them said, "What next, Geoff?"
The one who had been identified as Geoff said, "Take your shoes off. Just in case you change your mind about co-operating, we'll make sure you stub your toes if you try kicking and running away will be bloody uncomfortable as well."
Walter obeyed.
"Now strip to the waist."
Again, Walter obeyed.
Geoff said, "Over to you, Amos."
Another man came forward. In his hands were two leather straps about three or four inches wide. He fastened one round each wrist.
Walter said, "What's going on?"
Amos replied, "You'll find out soon enough. We wouldn't like to spoil the surprise. Just do what you're told."
Walter knew that he had no choice. There were five of them and they were powerful men. Already he was incapacitated by having no shoes on and by being stripped to the waist which would make him conspicuous if he did get away.
Amos said, "Lean over here."
He indicated the drum.
As he went over the rods which had formed the large core for the drum's original purpose, Amos said, "Give him a hand, Sandy. You know what to do."
Another of the men stepped forward, facing Walter over the drum.
"Lean forward and pass one of your hands to me."
Again, Walter obeyed.
There were strong cords attached to the leather around his cuff and these were fastened to an eyelet apparently put into the inside of the drum's flange for the purpose.
His second hand was fastened and Geoff said, "He can't be any trouble now. We'll leave him to you two, just in case the other lot are earlier than we expect. One of us will come back and he'll have to wait if they do turn up."
Walter found himself left with the men he had identified as Amos and Sandy.
The two men went to each side of the drum and started to roll it forward. Walter found himself being dragged forward by the motion and then upwards. He was helpless to prevent it.
Sandy remained, holding the drum. Amos went round to Walter who felt hands come round his waist and release his belt.
"What are you doing?
"Taking your bags off, of course."
"What the hell for?"
"So that we can get at your arse. What do you think?"
Now frightened, Walter said, "You aren't going to rape me, are you?"
"Of course we're not. Now shut up. You can wait and see. We keep telling you, it'll spoil the surprise if we tell you now."
Soon Walter found himself naked apart from his socks. Once his clothes were off the drum was rolled further and his feet came off the ground. He was aware of straps going round his ankles like the ones round his wrists. Then they, too, were secured to eyelets. He was fastened on that drum.
It was rolled a little further and he found he was lying over the circular framework, legs and arms fastened so effectively that he would have remained in place had they rolled him along.
Amos asked, "What happens to naughty boys?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, what happened to you when you misbehaved at school?"
One penny had finally dropped and Walter realised that Amos had been to the same school as he had.
"You know bloody well what happened. At least, if it was serious enough. Mr Stainer got his cane going."
"Where?"
"In his study, of course."
"And where was that admirable cane applied?"
"On your hands. At least that was where I got it."
"You weren't bad enough then. If you excelled in wickedness it was across your arse. Don't you think you've been bad enough to get your arse thrashed?"
"I haven't got any choice, have I?"
"That's true and this won't be a Stainer caning through trousers and any padding you managed to smuggle into them. This will be a bare arse thrashing. That's fair enough. You're a bigger boy and it's instead of a criminal record. It won't be a school cane either. We've got a riding crop and that'll do everything we need. There's just one thing, though. Do you think a good whipping is appropriate for what you've done?"
Walter replied, "To be honest, I think it's a bit much but I haven't got any choice about it, have I?"
Amos said, "I agree with you. Now you might be in for a shock. That's not why we've got you here. We'd have let you go if it had just been that sign board. You don't know Sandy, do you?"
"I don't think so."
"But you know somebody else with his surname. It's Buckroyd."
"You mean Gillian?"
Sandy stepped forward, grabbed Walter's very exposed balls and prick and said, "Yes, Gillian. You've had this too deeply into her, haven't you?"
"What's wrong with that?"
Sandy pulled the balls and said "I'll tell you what's wrong, mate. She came home in tears after you'd had her. She didn't agree and, in my book that makes it rape."
Walter said, "God! That's what's gone wrong. Honestly, I thought she'd agreed. I love her."
"A strange way of showing it. I'll tell you this. You might think she's dead old fashioned, but she wanted her first _s_e_x_ after she was married and not like that. If you love her, you'd better try to find some way of explaining and apologising. In her own way she still wants you, I think, but she's got to be helped over what you've done to her."
Amos said, "This is why you're here. Sandy had been looking for you and we'd got to be here later on tonight to catch the thieves. When we heard you betting that you'd get that sign down, you stepped straight into our hands. We'd got this set up, as we told you, for the others. So now there's just your punishment for rape. Would you say that a whipping is fair now?"
To his own surprise, Walter said, "Of course it is. It would be fair if you rip the skin off my back for what I've done to her."
Amos said, "Do you want it across your back?"
"Actually, I'd prefer it if it wasn't if I've got a choice. I often work with my shirt off on building sites, and it'll be a bit awkward with lashes all over my back."
Amos said, "That's fair enough. Keep it to his arse, Sandy."
Sandy said, "Fine. He's admitted he was wrong and is being sensible anyway so it's not as bad as it might have been."
He went round to the side of the drum and picked up a riding crop.
"Are you ready, mate?"
Walter said, "As ready as I'll ever be."
Suddenly he felt as though his backside was being ripped apart. He almost shrieked.
Amos said, "That was a good one, Sandy!"
Sandy replied, "Yes. It's better this way. It'll have to be more dragged out if it's not done as hard. You know, it'll need more whacks. I don't know how he knew about it but Tony was right as well. It doesn't cut like a cane would. If I'd hit him that hard with a cane, he'd have had his arse split open."
Walter felt as though that had happened but said nothing.
Sandy said, "Ready for the next?"
Walter replied, "OK."
He tried to remain relaxed, being convinced that the more tense he was the more it would hurt but it was a losing battle. To avoid screaming, he clamped his teeth together.
The sound of the crop being driven though the air was followed by the next stroke.
Thhwackk!
Again, he gasped. It felt as though the pain was flooding his entire body. This time there was no conversation. Sandy allowed a pause long enough for him to calm down and then prepared for the next stroke.
Thhwackk!
That was three.
Slowly Sandy continued.
Thhwackk!
Thhwackk!
Thhwackk!
Six strokes from that riding crop. Walter was beginning to wonder whether he would pass out but Sandy said, "That's enough mate. Justice has been done."
Walter's ankles were released, the drum rolled until he was standing and then his wrists.
Very gently he placed exploring hands on his rump. He felt tender ridges and gently massaged.
Then he dressed and turned to Sandy.
"Sorrow about what I did to Gillian. I really would like to make it up to her and see if we can get on again. I'll respect her not wanting _s_e_x_ before she's hitched as well."
Sandy stretched his hand out and took Walter's. As they shook, he said, "I'll do what I can to help you mate. You seem a decent sort. It's just your bad luck that you found a girl from an old fashioned family. She's like she is and we were brought up with the strap. She'll appreciate you taking a whipping and thinking it was fair. I'll tell her. It'll probably help you have another chance with her."
Amos said, "You'd better get going as well. That's unless you'd like to earn a bit of money?"
"Legitimate?"
Amos grinned. "Almost. We could do with another bloke for tonight's work. It's not quite legitimate when we start the whipping but we might need the numbers if there are more than we expect."
Walter said, "It would be nice to see somebody else get it."
"You're on."
But what happened then is another story.