Shortly after I retired I moved out of the big city and I bought a small cottage in one of those picturesque English villages that are dotted around the English countryside. There were only about twenty or so detached cottages in the village but just outside were some very grand houses, which were owned by some very wealthy families. One of these mansions belonged to a Mr and Mrs Thyme and he, so I was told, earned his living as a bank manager in London.
It was not long before I saw their son, Justin, in the village post office. He was a very handsome lad and beautifully spoken. He had just left one of the major public schools and he was one of those young men to whom the words "please" and "thank you" came naturally. He was usually wearing a clean white shirt and light grey trousers which were a little too tight on him and had the effect of emphasising the delightful curves of a very appetising little bottom. I admit that he appeared more than once in my dreams at night but this was a small village and I knew that scandal spread rather too quickly in a small community.
One Saturday evening I decided to drive down in my small car to the village pub. I carefully parked my car but before I could get out there was a nasty crunching sound and a rather large car had just gone into the back of mine. I went out to inspect the damage and who should happen to be the driver of the large car but young Justin. He had gone very pale. There was not a scratch on his nice new car but my back bumper had a very large dent in it. "Oh!" I said, " I shall have to claim this on your insurance." He now went ashen. "Please" he pleaded " My father will kill me – I am not insured to drive his car and I have taken it out without his knowledge. I thought it would be safe to drive it this short distance." The boys eyes were beginning to fill with tears.
"Oh dear – wipe your eyes and I will see what I can do for you." I explained to him that I was a retired Headmaster and that I was used to dealing with lads like him. I said I would give him the option of either letting his father know what had happened or else he could accept to receive a dose of corporal punishment from me the next day. I explained that he would be spanked and caned but then no more would be said about the matter. He agreed very readily to the punishment that was being offered and I told him to come to my cottage the next day at exactly 3 p. m.
The next day was Sunday and I half expected that the lad would not turn up but at three oclock on the dot there was a faint tap on the front door and Justin was there in his white shirt and tight fitting grey trousers. I bade him enter and in he came looking nervously around my humble abode. I sat myself down on a high-backed chair and ordered him to bend over my knee. Sheepishly he put himself in position and his trousers closed nicely around his buttocks. I gently touched his bottom to give him confidence that he was not going to be seriously hurt. I ordered him to count the slaps and we began slowly. First one side then the other and I built up the intensity of the smacks as we went along. When we reached fifty I ordered him to stand. "Now" I said "I want your clothes off." He looked at me for a moment but slowly he unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. He then took his vest off to reveal a lovely smooth chest, which was a little brown from where he had obviously been sunbathing. Next he lowered his grey trousers and finally after some hesitation his satin underpants were removed as well. He was now standing completely naked before me with his hands modestly hiding his hardening penis. He was magnificent. I ordered him back over my knee and another 50 smacks were delivered but this time on his bare bottom which was, by now, going a delicate shade of red. To do him credit he never budged during the whole time he was over my knee. However now came crunch time. He was going to be caned. I ordered him to bend over the back of my chair and I got him in a position so that his buttocks were nicely raised and ready to receive the first of the six strokes.
I took my cane out of the drawer where it was kept. Justin eyed it warily. I swished it through the air for effect and then took careful aim. Whack! The first stroke landed just a little above centre and a nice thin red line slowly appeared. Justin let out a gasp and automatically tried to get up but then he took control of himself and resumed his position. Whack! The second stroke arrived – a millimetre below the first. This time Justin uttered an Oh! but did not move. The third stroke completed three nice red lines and this time I heard a definite Ouch! Stroke number four and Justin clenched his buttocks and a sort of yelp could be heard. Stroke number five and he wriggled his bottom in pain. Finally stroke number six landed hard and square and this time Justin shot up and automatically rubbed his bottom with both hands. "Thank You, Sir" he said, " I am very grateful!"
Of course, while Justin was rubbing his bottom with both hands I had full view of his front and he was now rock hard. And could that be just a drop of pre-cum I could see? I decided to play my luck and I said gruffly "Of course, that is just the first part of your punishment – I want you here next Sunday as well." To my surprise he replied meekly "Yes, sir."
In actual fact after that Justin came every Sunday and some weeks he even asked if he could come twice. Indeed, he brought a friend along on occasions and I had the pleasure of dealing with two very handsome young men on more than one Sunday afternoon.
As time went by I would make tea after the cp session and we would chat. On one occasion Justin looked up and said that he had a confession to make. I looked at him quizzically and he went on to say that long before the car incident he had fantasised about being spanked and caned and when I had offered the alternative of giving him a spanking and a caning it was a heaven sent opportunity for him to live out his fantasy.
"Well," I said, "if it is confession time I have something to admit to you. You never caused any damage to my car that evening. My bumper had been damaged a week earlier and I had already claimed the money from the other guys insurance....." We both grinned and a firm friendship between a young man and an old man flourished from that time on.