Tim had had a fascination with corporal punishment for almost as long as he could remember. He could recall the first time he was summoned to the headmasters study, aged about eight. He had been late for school just one time too many. He had butterflies in his stomach and his heart raced with trepidation as he knocked gently on the headmasters door. "Come in!" thundered the headmaster. Tim shuffled in, head lowered. After a brief reprimand he was told to stand on a chair and bend over. A few seconds passed which seemed like an age. Then suddenly swish.... swish! His bottom was on fire as two hard cane strokes landed on his tightly stretched short trousers. After mumbling a "thank you, sir!" to the headmaster, he quickly left the study and dashed to the toilets, where he inspected his botttom. In the mirror he could see two angry red weals like hard, raised tramlines running across his cute little buttocks. As he gently ran his fingers over them, he felt a strange pride and pleasure. Through his tears he reflected that this was a well-deserved punishment. He had been late for school nine times that term and now he had had to pay the penalty.
It was not to be the last time that Tim would have those double tramlines (and more!) across his bottom. In fact before he left that prep school he was to receive the cane at least half a dozen times. The strange thing was that as time went on he grew to love that warm comforting glow in his buttocks after a good caning. He started to get into mischief and deliberately get caught, so that he could be sent to the headmaster. Perhaps Tim aroused some suspicions of actually wanting CP or perhaps CP was slowly being phased out, because more often than not he was "let off" with a detention. Only in his case it did not feel at all like being let off. He would much rather have received the cane!
Later Tim went on to a grammar school (now a comprehensive) where, alas, the cane had more or less been abolished. One day when he was 13, he was ordered to appear next morning before the headmaster. Though a bright pupil, Tim had been bone idle all that term. Now he had a rare and wonderful chance to get the cane! Just thinking about it gave him several orgasms without even trying! He felt constant _s_e_x_ual arousal as he contemplated the caning he felt sure he would receive the next day. That fateful day he wanted to feel the full sting of the cane so much that he went to school with no underpants under his trousers (boys were never caned on the bare at that school). He was constantly having the most enormous erections and down in his nether regions he was wet with anticipation. He was also a little afraid. Would the sight and smell of his _s_e_x_ual arousal be noticed? He knocked on the door of the headmasters study and went in. He crossed his hands in front of him meekly as if to show a submissive demeanour, but actually to hide anything that might be going on underneath his trousers. A terrifying thought struck him: what if the headmaster discovered he was not wearing underpants?! For what seemed an eternity Tim was lectured about his laziness. He tried to be offhanded, avoiding any sign of contrition in case the headmaster should relent. Inside, Tim was gagging to be caned! At last the lecture came to an end. "I was going to give you six strokes of the cane, boy, but I have decided to let you off" said the headmaster with a smile. What a crashing disappointment! Tim could not believe it. There was absolutely no reason why he should be let off – he was a lazy, disobedient pupil who had not even shown any remorse for his attitude. Looking back at that day, he now wishes he had sworn at the headmaster or done something else to wind him up and got 10 or 12 strokes for his insolence. But he was only 13 and did not have the guts to do this. Not that he had any fear of the cane, but he was concerned to avoid ! getting a bad school record and spoiling his chances of getting into university. Sadly, that was the last time he was ever close to being caned at school. In fact it may have been the last time any boy was in danger of getting the cane there. His own three sons now attend the same school, but they will certainly never feel the "board of education" on their "seat of learning"! Are they lucky or unlucky?!
All through Tims teenage years the urge for CP became stronger and stronger. Sometimes when there was no one at home, he would make a birch-rod from the tree in his garden and swish his buttocks in front of a mirror until flecks of blood started to appear and his bottom felt on fire. Then in a climax of _s_e_x_ual arousal he would spontaneously ejaculate or, if that did not happen, he would stimulate himself until he reached orgasm. At that time he had no idea there were thousands of other people who enjoyed CP, people with whom he could have formed a spanking partnership. He felt as if he were a "once-off". He never dared to share these shameful desires with others for fear of being labelled a freak, a pervert, perhaps even someone who should be locked up in a mental asylum. Even today, while homo_s_e_x_uality is taught as being socially acceptable, sado-masochism is, generally speaking, frowned upon. Homo_s_e_x_uality is an alternative lifestyle, sado-masochism is still a perversion. As a teenager he would have loved to have gone across any knee, male or female, and been soundly thrashed, but it was never to be!
By a supreme effort of self-control Tim conquered his masochistic desires in his early twenties, established a moderately successful business, fell in love, got married and had three sons. But the marriage slowly went pear-shaped, _s_e_x_ual intercourse became first infrequent, then non-existent and divorce loomed ahead. Now as Tim approached middle age, his old, long-buried masochistic fantasies started to return. This time, though, it was very difficult to act them out safely at home without anyone noticing. Tim managed to indulge in a few self-birching sessions as he had done as a teenager, but often these ended in panic when someone returned home unexpectedly and there was a frantic scramble to get dressed again and hide all the evidence!
One day Tim read an article in a Sunday paper which alleged that there were thousands of English people who enjoyed being spanked. In fact there was such a market for it that most of the phone boxes in Central London were plastered with ads from women who offered CP for money. Tim was not a Londoner, but his work sometimes took him there, so next time he was in London, in October 1998, he decided to check out the phone boxes. Sure enough, there were several CP ads in each of them. He picked one, phoned the woman and with much trepidation made an appointment. She made him take down his trousers and pants and caned him on the bare for about 15-20 minutes, charging him £40 for doing so. His bottom felt satisfyingly warm, but this new hobby was going to be very expensive! Could he not find a like-minded CP partner who could spank him on a regular basis for free and whom he, in turn, could spank if they wished? How could he find and contact such people? One evening he stumbled by chance into a _s_e_x_ shop – not the kind of place which he had ever been into. The very first thing that caught his eye was a stack of spanking magazines, full of contacts. What joy! He purchased a few of them. Many of the contacts turned out to be highly expensive professionals, but some were people just like Tim and offered their services free. And one or two of the professionals provided excellent no-rush services in well-equipped punishment rooms at a very modest price, which would make it possible to visit them on a fairly regular basis.
Some of these thoughts flashed through Tims mind as his favourite dominatrix took him gently but firmly by the ear and tied him to her punishment bench. "You are a cheeky, insolent young ruffian with no respect for other peoples property. I am going to make sure you see the error of your ways and vow never to burgle again!" They were playing the scenario "Schoolboy gets caught breaking into dominatrixs home". Who would have thought this middle-aged lady could spank so hard! Tims camcorder was whirring away, focussed on his ever-reddening buttocks. Earlier he had been spanked over her knee till his bottom was bright pink. Then he had been paddled and tawsed leaving dark angry bruises. But he was still not sufficiently contrite, so now it was the punishment bench, to which he had been firmly strapped down, arms and legs apart. His bare buttocks, already well chastised, were raised at the perfect angle to receive the next punishment. First came a flurry of birch strokes with their intense, agonising sting that seems to envelop a whole buttock (or two!) when the blow lands. Some strokes landed on the tender skin between the buttocks near his anus and scrotum causing him to yell with pain. Then came cane strokes in batches of 20. The dominatrix raised the cane high over her shoulder, then took a short run and accurately delivered each stroke with unbelievable force on his bare buttocks, which before long felt white-hot. Tim loved every moment and both he and the dominatrix knew that his screams for mercy were not to be heeded as his bottom bucked up and down with each stroke and tears welled in his eyes. He was getting what he had long desired to receive (and what he had long deserved), but had been thwarted up till a few years ago.
Suddenly the dominatrix stopped and released Tim from the punishment bench. Both of them spontaneously roared with laughter. They had both had a really good session and (as it later turned out) the video of it was perfect. As he sat watching it, Tim reflected contentedly on the dozens of spanking partners he now had – most of them thanks to his contact magazines. With this new circle of friends he no longer felt any embarrassment about his masochistic hobby, but could realise every fantasy, every scenario – some with certain partners, some with others, a suitable partner for every scenario. Then in the quietness of his home he could watch the whole session on video and relive the scenario whenever he felt the urge to do so. His only regret was that it had taken him so long to find the world of CP! How many more people are there out there with unfulfilled desires? Thank goodness for the many CP websites which help to link people together so they can meet their needs!