The following is a true account of an incident which happened during our hot (English) summer last year. It was August and the long summer holidays had just begun. The incident has led to other similar occurrences and I am glad to have stumbled across this site as it gives me the opportunity to share my experience with others who, I suspect by their presence here, share similar interests to me. Those readers who live in or near Enfield in North London will doubtless know some of the places mentioned
It was a hot summers day. Early afternoon. I was on holiday from work and had been spending some time in my garden when I heard glass smashing. I immediately realised it was glass from a neighbours greenhouse. I looked up just as a stone came over the wall to the rear of our gardens and smashed a second pane. I shouted something stupid, like "Oi Stop that" and received a verbal volley of swear words back from the perpetrators (I discovered later there were 2).
I am no shrinking violet and ran into the street and down the little access road which ran parallel with my house into the garages where the stones were being thrown from. I again shouted and the two youths, who I estimated to be about 15 or 16 clambered onto the garages and jumped off the other side into Carterhatch Road. I decided to give chase as best I could so I opened my garage and drove out into Carterhatch Road. I immediately saw the two lads swaggering off in the distance. They had obviously run at first, because of the distance they had travelled in the relatively short time it had taken me to bring my car round, however they were now walking and were presumably unaware I was watching them as I slowly drove towards them.
As I suspected, and hoped, they would they veered off the road into the King George playing field. I am no snob but my estate is quite a nice one and I was sure these boys had come from the other side of the main A10 road which tends to divide the more affluent part of Enfield with nits poorer cousin. The boys were walking slowly across the field and so I made my way, in my car, round the field and parked just behind the halfway House pub where there is an exit from the field I suspected the youths would use.
I was correct. I got out of my car as they approached the gate. I was hidden by a large clothes bank container which occupied a large area adjacent to the pub car park. Just as the two youths approached the gate I jumped through the opening and grabbed the bigger one of the two. They obviously recognised me as the other one muttered something like "_f_u_c_k_ing hell" and ran off in the opposite direction. The other one was struggling but I had him firmly in control and started leading him to my car. I bundled him into the rear seat and activated the childproof lock system as I sat in the drivers seat.
I asked the lad his name and he refused to say anything. "OK then, well drive to the police station". I turned the ignition key. Many youths today have no respect for the police but the mention of police station did have an effect. The boy looked shaken. I then changed my mind and said "Were driving to my house, Ill phone the police from there so they can see the damage youve caused". The boy was quiet during the short drive back to my home.
We arrived home and I released the child locks and held him firmly by his arm as I led him to my door and into the house. I told him to take off his shoes and leave them on the doormat. Surprisingly he did not resist or protest. I told him to sit. He looked less _c_o_c_k_y now. His dark brown eyes were darting all round the room to avoid my stare. He was wearing a white polo shirt, a pair of dark blue jeans and white sport socks. Are you going to tell me your name, and your friends name or shall we wait until the police come?" I enquired. He muttered that his name was Danny. I asked him if he could prove his name and he produced a dog eared letter which was from the probation office. Danny Leon, which was his full name, was on probation. "Youre in a lot of trouble my lad" I told him "On probation and now a criminal damage charge".
To my astonishment Danny then put together a whole sentence AND looked me in the eye. "Please Mister cant we pay for the damage. My mums not been well and ---" At this point his voice faltered and he started sobbing softly. I adopted a gentler tone and established he would be 16 in November and his friend David was 2 months younger. Both were being brought up by their mothers without a male figure in the household. I told them I would have to call the police as they would have no way of paying for the damage. But then I had an idea and I just sort of blurted it out. "Of course if you were to persuade David to give himself up I could punish you myself and we could forget about it". Danny readily agreed and so, having written his name and address down and promising him the most dire retribution if they both werent back at my house in two hours.
After the youth had left it dawned on me what a fool I had been. Suppose he went to the police himself. I could be in serious trouble for suggesting that I punished them. Half of me began to hope he wouldnt return with David but the other half of me was stirring in anticipation at the thought of administering a firm slippering with an old size 10 gym shoe to two pubescent youths. I began to fantasise as to precisely how I would punish them whilst still worrying that the knock on the door could be the boys in blue coming for me.
I had almost decided they werent coming back when my door bell rang. It startled me as I had been dozing. I opened the door and there they were. Two handsome little lawbreakers now looking very sorry for themselves. I had decided to play safe "Sorry boys" I said after they had removed their shoes and come in "but Ive decided to call the police after all. I really shouldnt punish you myself". Both lads protested loudly but I stood by my guns. I was really pretending not to be keen on punishing them because I was already very excited about the prospect. Eventually I "weakened" and asked them if they were absolutely sure this was what they wanted. They said it was.
"OK boys this is a very serious matter. I am going to punish you severely. Part of your punishment will be your humiliation in front of each other. Both of you strip naked now." The two lads glanced at one another and for a moment I thought they were going to refuse. However they slowly took off their polo shirts revealing lightly tanned, muscular young bodies. Then they peeled off their jeans. Then their sports socks and finally their boxer shorts. Both boys were fairly well endowed for their ages. They both tried to cover their genital area but I ordered them to place hands on heads. I got up and went to the cupboard where I knew the slipper was kept. I walked back to the centre of the room and beckoned Danny to step forward. "Are you sure about this?" I again enquired. He nodded. "Very well, bend over and touch your toes". The 15 year old obeyed. I took aim and delivered four very quick cracks of the slipper across his arse. He gasped with pain. "Stay down" I ordered in case he thought I had finished with him. I then motioned David over. "Bend over, touch your toes" I commanded. Again I whacked four hard welts across his rear. I then turned back to Danny, delivering four more. Then back to David. Both lads were in pain but trying bravely not to show it. "It seems my slipper is not painful enough" I said and began to unbuckle my belt. I folded it double and thrashed four stingers across Dannys backside, followed by the same number for David. I repeated this twice more and by the time I had finished both boys were softly sobbing.
I also noticed both had erections. I sat down. "Come over to me boys" I said. Two naked 15 year olds walked over to where I sat. I took a penis in each hand. I gently stroked. Neither boy resisted. "Have you learnt your lesson lads" I asked. They both nodded. "Ill want to see you again you know. Just to make sure youre still behaving. Ill make sure you stay out of trouble"
To my astonishment both boys actually said "Thanks". They both visit me from time to time. I had to slipper David again when he admitted the computer game he brought to show me he had, in fact, stolen. However we have become fairly close friends. I still sometimes worry that the police will come knocking one day but I sleep a little easier now that Danny and David have both announced they would like to come on holiday with me this year.