Ashley was what one can only describe as a beautiful young man. He was slightly taller than Steve, but had a slimmer, less athletic build. He was eighteen years old, but could pass for fifteen. He had a mop of tousled black wavy hair and a pair of sparkling blue eyes - a striking combination. His face often broke into a mischievous grin and he had an infectious laugh. Steve considered himself hetero_s_e_x_ual, but he could easily imagine himself falling in love with this young Adonis.
It was now the last week of the second term of Steve's second year at Oxford. The professor had finally made him 'prefect' with the task of overseeing Ashley's discipline. Ashley was even more the architypal 'cheeky brat' than Steve had been. He was an incorrigible practical joker. One day Steve sent him out to get an Indian takeaway for them both. He ordered a mild Korma, but instead Ashley brought back a Vindaloo. After the first spoonhful Steve's mouth was on fire and he rushed to his washbasin to douse the flames with copious mouthfuls of water. Meanwhile Ashley was sitting on the sofa creasing himself with laughter.
Steve came back and stood over Ashley. "You did that deliberately to provoke me into giving you a spanking, didn't you" he said.
Ashley nodded and collapsed in hoots of laughter. "You looked so funny when you started eating the Vindaloo!"
"I looked funny, did I? Well, my lad, I'm going to have some fun punishing you. Up you get, take your trousers and pants off and drape yourself over that piano stool."
Ashley did as he was told, mincing nonchalantly over to the stool with a big grin all over his face. His cute bubble butt simply cried out for chastisement. Steve used his bondage straps to fasten him to the legs of the stool. Ashley glanced apprehensively at the dark brown dragon cane in his hand. "Not too hard, Steve! It was only a joke."
"Oh, don't worry, Ashley. I'm going to give you a way to lessen the number of strokes you get."
"What's that, Steve?"
"You can eat the Vindaloo. I'll feed it to you spoonful by spoonful. If you can't swallow a spoonful every 30 seconds, you'll get six strokes. And if you spit it out, you'll get twelve."
"No, no! Steve! Please! That curry's too hot! I couldn't possibly eat it! Please, Steve, pleeease!" begged Ashley.
THWACK! The first cane stroke landed on Ashley's lily-white buttocks, leaving a beautiful thin red line stretching evenly over both cheeks - a perfect stroke! YEOOW!
"Are you going to take your first mouthful?"
"Yes, Steve! Thank you, Steve!"
Steve mixed the pilau rice with the vindaloo and buried a spoon in it. Then he came over to feed it to Ashley. Ashley's face was a picture of misery. "Please, Steve..." he pleaded.
THWACK! YEOOW! "Are you going to eat your Vindaloo, or not?"
Ashley hurriedly took the proferred spoonful and swallowed it as quickly as he could. His mouth escaped the worst, but his throat burned with the chilis. Tears streamed down his face. THWACK! YEOOW! A third red stripe appeared on Ashley's bottom. He took another spoonful of Vindaloo-flavoured pilau, roaring with pain both from the curry and the caning. Quickly Steve pushed a third spoonful at Ashley's mouth. Ashley took it, but spat it out again.
"Brat! I told you what would happen if you spat it out" said Steve and promptly gave Ashley a dozen stingers. The stripes had joined up by now and a thick red band traversed Ashley's bottom.
"Please, Steve! Please! I'll swallow the next mouthful - promise!" he begged.
"You'll swallow it all!" replied Steve. With great difficulty Ashley managed to swallow another six or seven mouthfuls.
"Please can I have some water?"
"No. It'll only burn your mouth more. Have a spoonful of yogurt."
"Emmm!" moaned Ashley, his buttocks swaying in agony. More than thirty seconds had passed since his last spoonful of curry. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! YEEEOOOW!
"I told you what would happen if you were too slow in eating your Vindaloo!" said Steve.
Ashley meekly opened his mouth to receive another spoonful and another and within 20 minutes he had somehow managed to finish the whole bowlful. It was pure torture. His mouth burned, his throat and stomach burned and his buttocks, which had received a total of 42 searing cane strokes, were stinging as if stung by a thousand bees. Yet such was Steve's skill, the skin was not broken and there was no bleeding. Ashley's whole bottom had been beautifully caned. He was not going to be able to sit down comfortably for quite a while!
"Thank you, Steve! It was naughty of me to get you that Vindaloo."
"You paid the price for it, though, didn't you?"
"I certainly did."
Steve rubbed his bottom with soothing cream, and in the process Ashley 'came'. Steve released him from the piano stool. "Off you go - naughty boy! I hope you've learned your lesson."
"I certainly have," said Ashley, ruefully rubbing his bottom. "'t any rate, till the next lesson!" he added with a cheeky grin.
"Get out of here!" said Steve with a laugh. "Before I put you over the stool again and birch you!"
There was a look of mock horror on Ashley's face. He put on his schoolboy uniform again with the short trousers and covered it all with an ankle-length plastic mac. "See you in three weeks then!"
"Yeah, see you!"