When I was 23 worked at an agricultural college as a lecturer demonstrator and a warden. Wardens looked after the students who all lived on campus, there were 4 wardens and at that time I was the only one not married. There were about 380 students, and their ages ranged from 18 to 26 yrs old and only about 30 were female
We had a system where students had to be back on campus by 10 pm each night, they were allowed to have up to 3 late passes per week and had to request them prior to going out. If they were not back by 11.30 pm then their passes were stopped for a week. There was one lad who was 22 a farmers son, rugby player and well built, who was regularly late back and had been warned by one of the other wardens that if he continued to flout the rules the college would write to his parents.
One evening I was on duty and had checked that everyone had signed in. I had been watching television so was later than usual and was walking back to my flat, which was situated, on the top floor of an old building that had been converted into a recreation center for the students. I saw a car drive into the students car park, which was behind the recreation center. As all students were signed in I wondered who it was, then I saw William or Will as he was known sneaking round the through the landscaped area to the rear of his block and climbing in a ground floor window.
I went over and he was just going into his room. I asked him why he was in late and how his signature was in the book when he was obviously not there. He was very surprised to see me and said that he had forgotten the time; I said that this was not a good reason and that the college would have to write to his parents. He pleaded with me not to do this as his father had told him that if he got into trouble he would have his car taken away.
I said Well you dont seem to be able to abide by the rules and there has to be some punishment for your behavior, come and see me tomorrow evening and if you can come up with something that will improve your behavior I will not take any further action. He said that he was very grateful and would come and see the next evening and said that what he needed was a kick in the pants to which I replied that what he really needed was a good smack. We both laughed at this and both went our ways.
The thought of smacking a student had obviously occurred to me, but I hadn't figured out a way to broach the subject with any of them. There were of course several problems if I ever did think seriously about it. My job for one, the education department would probably sack me, the student would probably tell his mates that I had tried to get him to do something weird. It did however, provide a pleasant end to the evening for me.
The next evening I was sitting in my flat when the bell rang, when I answered the door it was Will. I invited him in and as we were walking down the hall he said I think I have the answer to the problem, were you serious in what you said last night
I said that I was and he said Well I agree that you should punish me with a good smacking, and could it be now.
I could not believe it and stammered for him to follow me. We went into the lounge and sat down, me in an armchair and him on the sofa. My mind was racing and I had an erection.
' My father used to punish me and that kept me in check'.
' But I am not your father and you are not a child, your 22 now.'
' Yes, I know, but I think I need to be punished.' Will said, ' I know that this is difficult for you and am sorry for putting you on the spot, can we keep this just between us.'
' Yes, OK' I replied ' But what about your mates and the rugby team, wont they see the marks and what about your girlfriend ?'
' Oh, my girl fried isn't interested in my bum and I am sure I can avoid my mates seeing my arse in the showers, please it really is what I need.'
Well reason gave way to lust and I agreed and stood up and pulled a hard backed chair out from the table and sat down. He came and stood beside me and said I am sorry for my disregard of the rules and ask you to smack me until you think I have learned my lesson.
OK, but before I smack you there is something I have to do.
' Yes' he said ' I thought that you would be taking my trousers down.'
I undid his belt and zip and pulled his trousers down and then inserted my fingers in the elastic of his underpants and slowly pulled them down to join his trousers and then pulled him down over my lap. When I had got him in position I pulled up his shirt and exposed his backside. I could feel my erection growing as I patted his cheeks, and then smacked each cheek hard. SMACK SMACK, he did not move or make any sound so I continued SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK, OW OW Will said but I continued to smack his cheeks SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. OW OW I sorry
He was now wriggling on my lap and I was concerned that he might feel my erection so said I am going to give you 6 more smacks on each cheek and that will complete your punishment. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. The last two smacks were as hard as I could.
I helped him off my lap, ' I hope that this will stop you disregarding the rules and if there is a next time your punishment will be increased either by more smacks or perhaps we will have to move on to some other type of punishment.' He said that he was sure that he had learnt his lesson and would behave in future, but if he did misbehave again would accept the punishment I decided he deserved.
Several weeks went by and Wills behavior was greatly improved, so I was surprised one evening by Will ringing the bell. On answering the door Will said I have broken the rules again and have come to be punished
You had better come in so we can talk about this. You do remember what I said last time dont you.
He came in and closed the door he looked at me and said Yes, I do and this time I have been really bad. Then from behind his back he produced a cane and said This is what my father used to punish me with when I was younger. Will gave me the cane and said that he needed to be smacked and then caned.
Again I could not believe what was happening, I thought I should talk to Will about what he wanted and did he realize what was going on between us. But decided that he was over 21 so legally an adult, and certainly adult in size and he was bigger than me. I was only a year older. He clearly knew what he wanted, and apart from a couple of offhand remarks from me the whole thing had been instigated by him. So I decided to go along with what he wanted because I was going to enjoy it and he felt he needed it. So we went into the lounge I put the cane on the table, pulled out the chair sat down and called him over.
You have been a very naughty boy again. Last time you were here I told you that if your behavior did not improve I would have to increase the punishment and that is exactly what I am going to do. First I am going to smack you and then I am going to give you six strokes of the cane.
Please Sir, I am very sorry. Please dont punish me
I know you are sorry, but you are only sorry that you are to be punished and not for what you did wrong. I took hold of his belt and undid it, pulled down his zip and then pushed his trousers and pants down to his ankles then guided him over my lap. He was wearing a tee shirt that with him bent over with hands and toes on the floor each side of my lap had pulled up to his waist. I gazed at his bum, pink and unmarked and wondered how it would look after the smacking and caning.
I started the smacking SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK all hard smacks three on each cheek. SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK again but this time alternating on each cheek. A deeper pink patch was developing in the center of each cheek and I decided to extend that to the whole of each cheek. SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK - SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK - SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK - SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK.
OW - OWW – OWWW Will wailed as the whole of each cheek was now a deep shade of pink with a darker spot in the center. I am sorry Sir I will behave.
Its no good being sorry now, because I am only halfway through your smacking and then there is the cane to follow. SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK - SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK - SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK - SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK - SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK - SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK. 36 smacks all delivered hard covering the whole of both cheeks.
OWW OWWW OWWWW please dont punish me any more I have learnt my lesson Will cried.
I have finished smacking you, and now you are going to stand in the corner with your hands on your head until I am ready to finish your punishment with an application of the cane. Now go and stand in the corner over there until I tell you to come out. Will shuffled into the corner, with his trousers and pants round his ankles, his hands on head his tee shirt pulled up to his waist and a very red bottom on display. I could hardly contain myself especially with the thought of applying the cane ( my favorite implement) to those already red and sore cheeks.
I waited for 4 minutes bending the cane and swishing it through the air. I had thought 5 minutes earlier but could not wait any longer and called Will out of the corner. He looked at the cane and grimaced. Take your trousers and pants off put them on the table and then come and stand here. I instructed. Will shuffled over to the table and with his back to me proceeded to remove his trousers and pants and put them on the table, giving me a good look at his red bum. He turned and walked towards me and I noticed for the first time that he had the beginning of an erection.
I told him to bend over and grab his ankles, and then took some time getting him ino the right position. Six strokes of the cane, and you will count each one. I instructed him. I placed the cane on his cheeks and then pulled back and WACK the first stroke landed.
One Sir. He said and I decided that the next stroke need to be harder and it was WACK OWWW . WACK the third stroke landed OWWW – OWWW, please SIR dont cane me any more . He cried, but I took no notice and applied the forth stroke THWACK right in the crease where bum joins thighs. OWWWWWW please Sir no more SIR.
I said you were going to get 6 strokes of the cane and you are, so there are 2 more to come. I waited until the sobbing and wriggling had nearly stopped and then laid on the fifth stroke much harder THWACKK.
Will jumped up clutching his cheeks. OWWW Sir that hurt.
It was meant to. I said If punishment doesnt hurt it doesnt work. Bend over and get in position for the last stroke. Will bent over, 5 very dark red stripes with bluish edges decorated his backside, there was a gap in the center and I decided to aim for that. THWACKKK the last stroke landed again Will jumped up clutching his cheeks, tears running from his eyes.
OUCH that really hurt, I am sorry both that I misbehaved and that I let you down and you had to punish me. Can I go to the toilet ?
Yes of course, but behave yourself in there. He went off to the toilet leaving me wondering what was going to happen next. Could there be any more ? Could I push things on ? He was a student and I was a staff member. But, if he wanted to go further !!!
Will eventually came back into the lounge, still minus his trousers and pants. My arse feels as if it is on fire, have a feel. He came over and stood in front of me, half erect, he turned round and bent over, his bare bum almost in my face. I felt his cheeks and he sighed so I rubbed them, running my fingers all over both cheeks, in-between and round the sides. That feels so good, I wish I was lying down so you could do it properly.
I suggested that we go into the bedroom so he could lie on the bed. Why dont you take your trousers off. Will said They look very uncomfortable and tight.
Its your fault that they are tight. I said and he smiled and put his arms around me and hugged me, then releasing me a little he brushed my eyes and nose with his lips and then slowly moved down till our mouths were opposite each other and then slowly moved in. Our lips met and it felt as if there was an electric current between us. We just stood there our erections growing and growing. His sticking out in front and mine still confined within my trousers and pants. He dropped his hands and undid my trousers and zip and slowly lowered them. I stepped out of them and he walked away and put them on a chair and then sat on the bed gesturing me to come over to him.
I went over and stood in front of him and he reached out a felt my _c_o_c_k_ through the soft fabric of my pants. I was so excited that I knew if he carried on I would erupt. So I pulled away and pushed him down on the bed lying on top of him, we were both moving our bodies rubbing together our _c_o_c_k_s pulsating and then almost at the same time we both groaned and exploded , our come mixing and making the sensation even more intense. We lay there for several minutes, neither of us wanting to break free. Eventually Will spoke That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. Can we do it again, now. Please
He helped me strip out of the rest of my clothes and we lay on the bed kissing and fondling each other until we both came again and later again. After the third time we decided that we needed to clean up so went into the bathroom and had a shower together. We dried each other in-between kisses and then got dressed and I made a coffee with a good slug of whisky in it.
After the coffee we talked about what had happened, Will was concerned that I would think that he was a queer but he still wanted girls and was confused. We decided that we were both bi_s_e_x_ual and would continue to see girls but would also continue to meet for me to punish Will and then have fun afterwards. He went back to his block and I collapsed into bed and had the best nights sleep for ages.
The next day I saw Will in the restaurant, he came over Thanks for last night, it was fantastic. I slept so deeply that I was late for my first lecture, so I guess I will have to report to you again. Not this week my arse is too sore, but Friday week is that O K. I said that it was and we went our different ways.
The next Friday at 6 oclock the bell rang and there was Will in rugby kit. But thats another story.