When Pops Gets Home Early, John Gets .....


by Clansmanchris <CLANSMANCHRIS2002@YAHOO.CO.UK>

John was too engrossed in watching a video-cassette he had borrowed from his local video-store to hear Allan (his father) return home earlier than expected from a three-day business trip. He was pleased to have the house to himself – or so he thought – whilst his father [the Hon. Allan Gilbert] was away on business, his mother was at work and his two brothers were at school; at least, for once, there was no-one around who might discover his ulterior motives for playing rugby in his school Under-18 team.

"Its only me" Allan called out as he closed the front door of his luxurious detached home. Allan could hear noise coming from the lounge but could not discern what or who it was. Getting no response he lifted the days mail from the floor and climbed the stairs. "Bloody boys" he thought to himself, "why cant they at least pick up the mail when they get home from school, instead of waiting for their mother to do it when she returns home from work! We house, clothe and feed the little sods; the least they can do is help keep the family home looking like a home not a pigsty?! Perhaps one should send them to boarding school after all, they wouldnt have their mother falling over backwards to mollycoddle them there"! He felt exhausted and irritable after a demanding but successful three days away, and was pleased to be home to be with his wife Hanna and their three sons Stephen (aged 17), John (aged 15) and James (aged 11).

Inside his bedroom Allan dropped his briefcase on a nearby chair and opened the post addressed to him including a letter from his credit card company. He eagerly opened the latter, having realised that his credit card was missing two days earlier and contacted the credit card company to place a stop on unauthorized use of his card, only to discover that someone had used it since he had last used it. Allan looked at the statement enclosed with the letter to remind himself what purchases he had made with the card, and what further purchases or cash withdrawals the unauthorized user had made and where, in order that he might contact the stores where the unauthorized user had used his card to introduce himself and ask that they apprehend anyone attempting to use his card again. He was relieved that, from looking at his statement, the unauthorized user had only spent just under £100.00 from his local branch of Burtons Menswear, a further £15.00 from a local off-licence and a further £20.00 from a local branch of Blockbuster Video, knowing it could have been much worse. "Probably some lower-class scally" Allan thought to himself, "a good spell of national service or corporal punishment would sought the thieving little sod out more so than a few hours community service if he was unlucky enough to be caught and make it to a juvenile court"!

Next he opened a letter from Blockbuster Video which he first assumed to be junk-mail – as he did not belong to the video-club – but which, strangely enough, turned out to be from his local store welcoming him as a Member of the club and reminding him that three XXX-rated gay video-cassettes he had purportedly borrowed on joining the club earlier in the month were overdue for return, together with a list of related video-cassettes available for hire. Without dwelling on the matter at length, Allan used his mobile phone to contact Blockbuster Video to inform them that he had neither joined the club nor hired any video-cassettes from them, adding that as a proud husband to Hanna and father to three sons he certainly was not interested in watching gay videos, but that he had recently lost his credit card and felt that the unauthorized user must still have his card and the video-cassettes that were purportedly in his possession. The shop assistant Allan spoke to was most apologetic for any distress or inconvenience caused by sending him a letter.

"Thats okay" said Allan, "these things happen. Its just as well I opened the letter though and not my wife as she may have thought I was a closet homo_s_e_x_ual, and neither I am nor my sons are; thank God! Homo_s_e_x_uals are as filthy and depraved as the video-tapes they watch. Come to think of it though, if the unauthorized user of my card used my card to join your club and borrow these tapes, is there any chance you would have any other Allan Gilberts amongst your membership in case the letter you sent me should have been sent to another address instead of mine, as that may give us the address of the person using my card whilst purporting to be me, if you see what I mean".

"That should be easy enough to find" said the assistant at the other end of the phone, "we only loan tapes to bona-fide members of the club. Anyone joining the Club needs to provide us with some form of personal identification showing their address – e. g., bank statement, driving licence, passport, utility bill, etc – to enable us to verify their home address against that on their membership application form for any correspondence to be sent to, to hopefully prevent this type of thing happening. Somewhere on our database we should have a list of members names and addresses together with the dates they joined and a list of the subjects they are interested in, along with another list showing the evidence we have seen to verify their address. If you would like to hold the line a minute or two Sir, I will try and find the addresses of anyone calling themselves Allan Gilbert who has joined the Club within the past month".

"Yes I will" Allan replied, "thank you".

The shop assistant ran a query on the club memberships database. It produced only one result. "Mr Gilbert" he said.

"Yes" answered Allan.

"Its Richard from Blockbuster Video here, Sir" the shop assistant continued, "Ive had a look on our database and we only have one Allan Gilbert listed amongst our membership who did indeed join earlier this month and who provided us with evidence of your address when applying for membership".

"I see" said Allan, "well its certainly not me! Does that mean that the person using my card would have needed to provide some evidence that he lived at my address for you to process his application to join"?

"Thats right Sir" answered Richard looking at the stores computer monitor , "it says here that a bank statement was the identification used to verify your address. Unless you keep your bank statements with your card Sir, I can only assume the unauthorized user has access to both your credit card and your bank statements which means he is probably known to you".

"Hmmm" Allan answered, rather puzzled. "I just cant think who it can be, or who would want to impersonate me and use my card to hire such filth. Most folk who know me know only too well that I neither tolerate thieves nor homo_s_e_x_uals lightly"!

"I have put a stop on the use of your membership card anyway" Richard replied, "and will ask my colleagues to try and detain whoever attempts to use it whilst they call the police. Is there anything else I can help you with today Sir"?

"No, thats all .... thank you" answered Allan, more confused than ever.

"Thank you for calling Blockbuster Video" replied Richard.

Allan ended the call. He tried to think who the unauthorized user could be as he undressed in preparation for taking his shower. Why would anyone want to steal his card and use his address to join a video club and or hire some XXX-rated gay videos? It had to be someone who had access to his personal correspondence – in order to provide supporting identification to verify who he claimed to be in his application form – which could only mean it was somebody known to him, but who? No-one he knew was homo_s_e_x_ual. Was this some practical joke he thought. If so, it certainly wasnt funny! Certainly, the letter from Blockbuster Video and the shop assistant sounded genuine enough, but who, on earth, would want to do this to him, and why? Sod it, he thought, any genuine fraudster is sure to return soon enough to attempt to hire more video-cassettes and he will hopefully be caught red-handed. "Bloody queers" Allan thought as he unbuttoned his shirt, "when theyre not committing unnatural _s_e_x_ acts with each other, theyre stealing other peoples money .... in this case my money .... not for long though you thieving little faggot"! He glanced at himself in the mirror, "how could any arse-bandit claim to be me" Allan thought, "theres not a trait of homo_s_e_x_uality in me or any of my family .... thank God .... there are enough _s_e_x_ual deviants and social misfits around without them corrupting my family"!

Allan thought of his family for a few moments as he admired his naked frame for a few moments in the full-length mirror. His father and grandfather before him were peers of the realm and one day he too would inherit the family title and small shooting estate in the country; his younger brother was a leading neurosurgeon and married to a successful surgeon in her own right. His wife, Hanna, ran her own succession fashion business, and his three sons were progressing well as day-boys at local independent schools. Stephen was about to sit his A-levels and go into the army; John was busy preparing for his G. C.S. Es – albeit with the aid of a paternal boot up the rear at times, to help him overcome his preference for playing rugby as opposed to applying himself academically – and James was working towards taking his Common Entrance exam in two years time.

"Ill be down shortly" Allan shouted to whoever was watching television downstairs before entering his en-suite bathroom to take a shower. He showered before putting on a fresh set of clothes, unpacking his things and separating clothes to be laundered at home from others to be sent to the dry-cleaners, before making his way downstairs and into the living room.

"Pops" exclaimed John surprised to see his father, "youre home early! I wasnt expecting you back until later". He frantically looked for the remote control to the video-cassette recorder and, finding it underneath the newspaper, switched off the television as quickly as possible.

"I can see that" said his father sternly, "why arent you still at school"?

"I always finish early on Thursdays or should I say I always have a free period last thing on a Thursday afternoon, so one always has the option of doing some private study at school or coming home early and I usually opt for the latter ....".

"To watch television" interrupted his father.

"Or something else to chill-out" John replied.

"Chill-out" exclaimed Allan, "what sort of language is that? And mores to the point why havent you changed out of your uniform before you decide, as you call it, to chill-out?! You know very well that the first thing you should do on returning home from school is change out of your school uniform and shower, and then do your homework".

"Ive only just got in myself a few minutes ago", protested John, "You must have followed me in".

"Then why did you not pick up the post off the doormat"?

"Jesus, Pops, give me a break! I didnt expect anyone to be back so soon. I just needed a few minutes to myself before ....".

"Before what? It doesnt take a lot to ask that you pick up the post as you come in rather than leave it on the floor for others to trample on when they come in! And what have I told you about taking the Lords name in vain"?!

"Sorry Pops, I would have picked it up in a minute or two, I just ....".

"I would have" replied Allan sternly, "sometimes my boy, I wonder if that is the story of your life! I would have done this but ....; I would have done that but ....! No-one gets very far in this life by saying I would have done ...., rather than I have done! Life is all about what we have achieved not what we are expected to have achieved but havent because we have been too busy doing things that others expect us not to do, when neglecting to do more important things others expect us to do .... so what were you doing when I came in"?

"Watching something on TV" John replied sheepishly.

"I could see that, but what was so fascinating that couldnt wait until later, or that you could not have recorded as you got changed and did your homework? If you were at boarding school – as I and your uncle were before you – you would be expected to do your prep before watching television"?

"I know! I know! Dont keep on at me" John snapped, "It will get done! I just wanted to chill for a few minutes".

"Your backside will need to chill for a few minutes after Ive reheated it for you if you dont watch your step young man" Allan said sternly. "Now get upstairs to your room and change! I shall expect you back down here in fifteen to twenty minutes time so you can do your homework in the dining room and I can keep an eye on you whilst I check my e-mails on my laptop"!

"Okay! Okay" John exclaimed getting to his feet. He picked up the case of the video-cassette he was watching and walked over to the video cassette recorder and pressed the Eject button before taking the cassette out of the machine. He was about to put it back into its case when Allan asked him what it was. "A video-tape" John answered.

"I can see that too" Allan said sternly, "but what exactly were you watching"?

"A film I borrowed from Chris" John replied, "I told Chris I would let him have it back tomorrow. It seemed as good a time as any to watch it whilst you and the others were out, in case anyone wanted to watch anything else later on".

"I see" said Allan, "whats the title of the film"?

"I cant remember now, it was all about ....".

Before John could finish answering, Allan took the video-cassette from John and glanced at the label on the cassette. "My First Time: Teenage Accounts of Gay _s_e_x_" Allan said sternly, "does this belong to Christopher"?

"No, I mean Yes, I mean I dont know ...." John said.

"And where did Christopher get it from" Allan asked.

"I dont know. I presume its his or he may have borrowed it from somewhere".

"Where exactly", asked Allan.

"I dont know. I guess any good video shop – e. g., Virgin Records or H. M.V. – would sell it".

"Hmmm" replied Allan, "and what about borrowing it"?!

"I dont know; from someone else or a video club perhaps"?

"Ah .... yes .... a video club" said Allan, "the only thing is, that to be a member of a video club one has to be eighteen or over. Now Christopher is the same age as you isnt he"?

"Yes. Well, as it happens, hes six months older", said John.

"But that still only makes him fifteen, maybe sixteen, not eighteen am I right"?

"Yes .... which means he must have borrowed it from someone or somewhere else. I dont see what difference it makes", replied John.

"You dont, do you" said Allan, "well for a start, if he did borrow it from a video club, the manager or owner of that club could be prosecuted for lending adult-certificated video cassettes to minors, and secondly if he did borrow it from a video club, one does have to ask how he came to join such a club or borrow such a tape"? Allan turned the cassette over. "Hmmm, looks like it is borrowed after all; it says on here that it is the Property of Blockbuster Video, Tunbridge Wells. How do you think the Manager of Blockbuster Video is going to react when he realizes that his staff are lending adult video-tapes out to teenage schoolboys, and not just any adult video-tapes or films as you call them, but what I suspect is hard-core pornography"?

John blushed silently. "I dont know".

"Or how you expect me to react to my son watching such filth", Allan asked.

"Its not filth Pops" John protested, "Its .... its ....".

"Its what" Allan said sternly, "I tell you what it is not; it is not acceptable in this house, and furthermore it is not acceptable for my son or anyone else in this house – be they eighteen and over or, God forbid it, under-eighteen – to watch it. Homo_s_e_x_uality is an abomination. Do you understand me"? John didnt answer. "I said, homo_s_e_x_uality is an abomination; do you understand me"?

"Yeah .... Yeah" replied John impertently, "Youve made your point"!

"Remember who you are speaking to boy" Allan said sternly. "Did I tell you that I lost my credit card recently or, should one say, someone probably stole it"?

"No" replied John, "whats that got to do with it"?!

"Rather a lot as it happens" Allan replied, "as it happens whoever found or stole it used it to join the video club at Blockbuster Video in Tunbridge Wells and hire three video-cassettes; one of which, as it happens, is My First Time: Teenage Accounts of Gay _s_e_x_.

"So", John said defiantly, "you should take more care with your cards"!

"Yes; maybe I should", Allan replied, "but if I were you young man, I would be inclined to take more care with your words. Now how do you suppose I know that the person who found, or should I say stole, my card used it to join the video club at Blockbuster Video in Tunbridge Wells and hire three video cassettes"?

"I dont know".

"I dont know! I dont know" said Allan impersonating John. "Is that all you can say for yourself boy, or has it replaced your other saying I would have but ..... I shall tell you shall I?! It so happens that one of the letters I received today, one of those which you conveniently left lying on the floor in the hallway, was from Blockbuster Video welcoming me as a new member of their club and advising me that three video-cassettes I borrowed from them when I purportedly joined the club were overdue for renewal. The letter also listed the titles of the video-cassettes, one of which happened to be this one. When I contacted Blockbuster Video to advise them that I had neither joined their club nor hired the tapes in question I asked if they had any other Allan Gilberts as members in case they sent the letter to the wrong address but I was advised that I, or rather a person impersonating me, am the only member with that name, and that the person purporting to be me used my credit card to join the club shortly after I lost my card, along with a bank statement of mine to enable Blockbuster Video to verify my address against that on their application form to join the club. Now how do you suppose that person could acquire a bank statement of mine"?

"Jesus! I dont know" replied John.

Allan slapped John hard across the face. "I wont tell you about taking the Lords name in vain again boy! Now think about it. Does Christopher have access to my bank statements"?

"No".

"Would Christopher steal one of my bank statements"?

"No".

"Do you have access to my bank statements"?

"Yes, but ....but ....". John couldnt think of anything else to say.

"But what? Look me in the eye boy and tell me, did you or did you not steal one of my bank statements, together with my credit card, to join Blockbuster Video and hire three XXX-rated video-tapes"?

"No", replied John.

"Are you sure"?

"Are you calling me a liar" John retorted angrily.

"I am not calling you anything but before you answer I should perhaps remind you that you did originally tell me you borrowed the tape from Christopher which seems to me to imply that either of you must have stolen one of my bank statements and my credit card to join Blockbuster Video Club and do just that. I could always take either or both of you to Blockbuster Video if you like, and ask the manager to find the staff on-duty the day I purportedly joined the club and then ask them to identify whether it was either of you who impersonated me; its no trouble to me"!

"Okay! Okay, it was me" replied John. "I know I should not have taken your card but I saw these films on hire at Blockbusters when Chris and I were looking for something else and thought there had to be some way I could watch them, and as youre forever leaving your wallet lying around it seemed to be the easiest way of doing so".

"Go on" said Allan sternly.

"Thats it" replied John.

"So you took my credit card from my wallet; fair enough, but how did you get hold of my bank statements as I keep them inside my desk"?

"I took it from your desk".

"You mean you stole it from inside my desk".

"Yes", replied John feeling most embarrassed .

"Say it then".

"I stole it from inside your desk. Im really sorry Pops, I ....".

"Quiet", Allan ordered, "So what you are telling me is that I have a thief for a son and, to make matters worse, not just any old thief, middle-aged thief or young thief but a bloody homo_s_e_x_ual as a son too"?

"Yes .... No ... I dont know ....", John sobbed.

"Well weve established that you are a thief, havent we, so perhaps its time for you to come clean about your _s_e_x_uality too; are you, or are you not, homo_s_e_x_ual"?

"I dont know" John wept, "I honestly dont know! I like Chris a lot, and dream about doing things to him I know you would disapprove of Pops but I dont know if that makes me gay".

"Dont you misinterpret the meaning of that wonderful old word boy" Allan snapped at him. "You know perfectly well that being gay means to be happy, not to be an abomination before God and a disgrace to me and your mother! Perhaps by the time Ive warmed your backside as your punishment for stealing from me you will have had a chance to think about whether you are or not; you lying, thieving little faggot! I guess thats why you prefer all that bodily contact with the other boys in the school Under-18 rugby team to studying for your G. C.S. Es, am I right"?

John didnt answer. "Answer me boy", Allan bellowed at him.

"Im sorry Pops .... Im sorry ....".

"Dont call me Pops, you horrible little bastard! No son of mine is thief or a homo_s_e_x_ual. Get upstairs now and in that shower now boy, and if I were you Id make that a cold one to help distract you from the thoughts of doing unnatural things with other boys; and then as soon as youve finished your shower get your arse back down here for your spanking! Dont bother getting dressed as you will only have to get undressed again when I spank you and dont waste time drying yourself as the cane will hurt a _d_a_m_n_ sight more on a wet arse than a dry one; and a caning is just what you deserve and are going to get"!

"Please Pops, I mean Sir .... not the cane Sir", sobbed John.

"Yes boy, the cane! Now get upstairs you horrible little bastard! The longer you keep me waiting the longer and harder your punishment will be"!

John quickly left the room and climbed the stairs before dashing into his bedroom and undressing as fast as he could whilst Allan collected a metre-long rattan cane from his greenhouse. Returning through the kitchen he noticed that John also had not cleared the breakfast table or done the washing-up – one of his household chores – before leaving school. "John Gilbert, you are going to wish you had not been born when I cane you boy" Allan growled.

As John showered in the bathroom Allan popped upstairs to check on the state of Johns bedroom. It too was a mess. His bed had not been made and there was a large cum-stain on the bottom sheet where John had masturbated whilst thinking of sucking his best friend Chris, whilst his clothes and other personal possessions were strewn everywhere. Allan angrily ransacked Johns wardrobe and chest of drawers, finding a new leather jacket from Burtons Menswear and a couple of new designer shirts John had purchased with his credit card and both the other two video-cassettes he had hired from Blockbuster Video together with a copy of Gay Times, which Allan took with him back downstairs and left inside his study. This was going to be one spanking John was not going to forget!

Allan returned to the living room and began practicing switching the cane against the scatter cushions on one of the two sofas in the room. John returned a few minutes later as naked as he was the day he was born.

"Pops, please dont cane me; lets talk about this, please" he pleaded.

"Quiet boy" Allan snapped at him as he took hold of John by his left arm, just above his elbow, and roughly marched him into his study. Once inside his study Allan kicked the door closed behind him. "I am very very disappointed in you John" he said, "I thought you would have known better than to steal from me, let alone allow your mind to be filled with evil thoughts of committing unnatural acts with Christopher. Does he know you lust after him"?

"I dont know .... I dont think so .... you wont tell him will you"?

"I have not the slightest intention of promoting such sordid feelings" Allan said, "but in order to discourage you from taking what does not belong to you and lusting after Christopher I shall speak to your mother about this with a view to withdrawing you from Bedgebury and sending you to another school for the remainder of your education if your behaviour does not improve".

"No! Please Pops, I mean Sir, dont; Im very happy at Bedgebury"!

"Quiet boy! It is obvious to me that, despite being one of the finest independent schools in the county, it has a malign influence on you. The question is do I send you to a boarding school where I know you will neither be allowed nor tempted to lounge around at the end of communal studying instead of applying yourself to prep but where you may also be distracted by there being plenty of other good-looking boys to lust after unless we can cure your perverted _s_e_x_ual feelings before you go, or do I send you to the local comprehensive with all the other lower-class scallies who, like you, like to steal but where you will be surrounded by girls as well as boys to re-establish normal _s_e_x_ual thoughts inside that thick little head of yours to help cure you of any depraved homo_s_e_x_ual feelings and thoughts".

"What are you talking about", asked John, "I cant help it if I fancy other boys".

"You can, and you will, is the short answer to that if you wish to remain my son and not become some horrible little bastard! In the immediate future, your _s_e_x_ual perversion is the least of my worries, as I will speak to Dr Rannoch to see if he can refer you to a psychiatrist or someone to treat it. I was reading somewhere that homo_s_e_x_uality can be cured by circumcising the infected persons penis without anaesthetic to lose any desire they may have to become aroused over thoughts of committing unnatural _s_e_x_ual acts with other men and electric shock treatment to the infected persons testicles to prevent them involuntarily or voluntarily producing semen when having thoughts about committing _s_e_x_ual acts with their own _s_e_x_ which might help cure you.

"For now" continued Allan, "I will help treat your conscious decision to arrive home from school early this afternoon and choose not to change out of your uniform, but also {i). to refrain from doing your homework; (ii). refrain from clearing away the breakfast table and doing the washing-up this morning or at the latest when you got home this afternoon; and (iii). refrain from keeping your bedroom tidy; not to mention the arguably more serious offences of (i). stealing my credit card, (ii). using it to impersonate me to join the Blockbuster Video Club and hire adult video-tapes for you to watch to satisfy your own depraved _s_e_x_ual thoughts and feelings; and (iii). lying to me, taking the Lords name in vain and generally behaving like a lower-class scally from a municipal rabbit warren as opposed to a respectable young man and third in line to succeeding your grandfather to the family title and seat in the House of Lords! Now before we go any further, take a good look around you and tell me do you recognize anything else in here that belongs to you"?

John looked round his fathers study before fixing his eyes on the leather jacket, two designer shirts and copy of Gay Times on Allans desk. "Yes Sir .... the items on your desk Sir", he answered sheepishly.

"You mean these" Allan said picking up each item in turn.

"Yes" answered John.

"And tell me, where did you get the money to pay for these, or did you steal that as well"?

"The jacket and the shirts I paid for using your card and the magazine I bought with my weekly allowance".

"Anything else you helped yourself to using my card" Allan asked.

"I dont think so".

"Think about it".

"Come to think of it, there was something else".

"Go on".

"A bottle of Vodka and packet of cigarettes from the off-licence but thats all Pops, honestly Pops".

"So in addition to using my card to hire adult videos of men engaging in perverted _s_e_x_ual acts with other men, you have also taken up smoking and drinking have you", Allan asked angrily.

"I only have the odd cigarette: everyone does at my age" replied John, "and I rather like Vodka".

"Just like you rather like Christopher I assume"?.

"Eh? What are you talking about", John asked.

"Never you mind" Allan said "but we are agreed then are we, that we can add purchasing cigarettes and alcohol – again under-age – and smoking tobacco and consuming alcohol to your list of offences for which you deserve to be punished"?

"I guess so", John replied.

"Hmmm; it appears that you wont be sitting down for sometime young man! Its just as well theres plenty of work for you to do on your feet when Ive finished with you here, both in terms of washing-up and clearing away the breakfast things, as well as tidying-up your bedroom, before doing your homework – even though I suspect you may have to do that standing-up for the next day or two – but tell me why did you feel the need to buy this jacket and these shirts from Burtons" Allan asked holding up the leather jacket and two designer shirts; "arent the clothes your mother and I buy for you suitable"?

"Yes, but they just look more .... how can one put it, more adult-like than the jackets and shirts I already have in my wardrobe".

"You dont have to worry about looking like a boy as opposed to a man" Allan replied. John smiled nervously feeling he had at last got through to his father that he loathed having his clothes bought for him, not least because of his parents tendency to purchase clothes that made him look and feel younger than his age, rather than older.

"You can wipe that smirk off your face as well boy" Allan snapped, "I mean from today, until you show sufficient evidence of acting your age and behaving like a responsible young man as opposed to a naughty little boy, you will revert to wearing shorts seven days a week, fifty-two weeks a year, indoors and outdoors, just like you did when you were little"!

"Jesus H Christ" John exclaimed, "what are you trying to do to me"?

Allan slapped John hard across the face. "Any further blaspheming boy and I will rinse your mouth out with soap and water! Now then, all the time you behave like a five year-old as opposed to a fifteen year-old you will be made to look like one, but as you are older and, in theory if not always in practice, wiser you will obviously be punished as befits a fifteen year-old rather than a five year-old. You will forego your weekly allowance until such times as you have repaid me double the amount you stole from me whilst using my credit card. In addition to that, from seven oclock this evening and for the next seven or eight days, one day for each offence you have committed, you will report to me at the same time – seven oclock each evening, after you have done your homework and before dinner – for six strokes of the cane, when I will examine your homework to make sure it is completed satisfactorily and that your conduct for the previous twenty-four hours has been satisfactory. Providing I am satisfied with your homework and your conduct over the previous twenty-four hours you will receive just six strokes of the cane prior to getting dressed and joining the rest of the family for dinner before going to bed at your normal time but if, on any occasion, I find your homework or your conduct over the past twenty-four hours to be unsatisfactory you will receive twelve strokes of the cane and be sent to bed immediately without dinner.

"A week tomorrow, after you have hopefully learnt your lessons about the importance of (i). changing out of your uniform and showering immediately you return home from school; (ii). doing any homework you are set immediately after you have showered rather than watching television; (iii). doing any household chores which me and your mother give you to do; (iv). not watching adult videos, let alone those with such depraved content as that which I caught you watching this afternoon; (v). not stealing other peoples property or making fraudulent use of other peoples credit cards; (vi). neither purchasing alcohol and tobacco under-age nor smoking and drinking; (vii). not keeping your bedroom looking like a pigsty, and (viii). not taking the Lords name in vain, we can turn our attention to treating your _s_e_x_ual perversion. If you dont fancy being circumcised or having ECT perhaps a daily caning for an indefinite period of time would help avert your attention from lusting after other boys. In any event, in a week or so we can review whether you are in a fit state to remain at Bedgebury or whether I need to start looking at alternative schools to send you to. Any questions"?

"You mean you are going to cane me every night for the next eight nights", asked John in disbelief. This was far worse than he expected.

"Sure am; unless you feel you can take all your punishment in one evening, but I somehow think you will have a hard enough job sitting down after six strokes each evening let alone the sum of six multiplied by eight in a single evening, particularly as each stroke will be administered across your bare bottom for maximum effect, and be given hard enough to mark but not break your skin. Each night you will strip naked as you are now and report to me for correction. After each stroke you will clearly count aloud the number of times I have caned you, e. g., One Sir, Two Sir, etc, up to Six Sir. If you are late reporting to me, or should you miscount the number of strokes I have given you or I do not hear you count them, you will be given a further six that evening on top of the six I have already prescribed for you, and again you will forfeit your dinner and go to bed immediately after I have finished caning you.

"In order to prepare you for the next few days however, you will receive an introductory twelve strokes now before we start your actual punishment with the first of your official six strokes this evening" Allan continued. "Now bend over my desk and spread those legs of yours apart ... further .... thats better" Allan said as he admired the rear view of his sons genitals as they hung suspended between his legs and lightly tapped the underside of Johns scrotum with the cane, hard enough to cause the boy to wince. "Stick your bottom out for me" he ordered. John did so. "Thats right" said Allan as he gently caressed Johns buttocks with the cane for a few moments. "Now dont you dare stray from that position until I tell you to" Allan told the nervous youth. "Believe me John" he added as he raised the cane high above his head before bringing it down with an almighty crack against Johns arse, "it gives me no pleasure caning you but all the time you misbehave, I really dont have any alternative! Lets see how many of these you can take without crying"!


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