Tim had had a long stream of subs to visit him. He was becoming more and more skilful as a top and the word was getting round the cp scene. But Tim was more naturally a sub himself and he was getting a bit restless to receive a proper thrashing. Unfortunately he had now turned 55. It was difficult to find people willing to spank men of his age.
One day he came across an ad from a top who lived in his area and who styled himelf "Master Craig". The ad did not specify any age limits, so he immediately wrote a response, very slightly lying about his age as being in his "early" 50s. Craig didnt seem to mind about his age. They arranged a meeting at Tims local railway station. Craig didnt have transport of his own and also could not accommodate in his own home. No problem for Tim. He had both a car and a cottage up on the moors where he could have as many cp sessions as he liked and where people could make as much noise as they wanted.
Tims local station was quite small and only two or three people got off the train. One of them was a stocky young man carrying a sports bag. He was just under 6ft tall with broad muscular shoulders – he obviously did quite a bit of weight training. "Hi, are you Tim? Im Craig," he said.
Tim was flabbergasted. "Youre Craig?! I was expecting someone much older!"
"Well, you didnt ask my age, did you? Im 22."
"Twenty-two?!"
"Yes, I know you think its strange, but I enjoy disciplining older men."
"Well, you wont be disappointed then by having to deal with an old crock of 55."
"Not at all. Actually youre not in bad nick for your age."
"Thanks" said Tim, a little flattered by the compliment.
"Though you do have a bit of unnecessary flab here," said Craig pointing to Tims stomach, "And you could no doubt do with a bit of exercise to help tone up your muscles."
Tim had indeed been putting on quite a bit of weight recently. After the divorce he had overindulged in ready-made meals and fast food and didnt exercise as much as he ought to.
"Perhaps you could provide me with a bit of motivation to keep myself in trim?" said Tim.
"Oh yes. Youll get plenty of motivation" said Craig with a wicked twinkle in his eye.
Tim wondered what he was getting into. He looked at Craigs rippling biceps with a mixture of awe and dread and he wondered what those strong muscly arms were capable of inflicting. It would not be long before he found out.
Craig loved to spank people outdoors in secluded places. He knew all the areas of woodland in the locality and many nooks and crannies where it was possible to spank people without danger of interruption. At first Tim was highly dubious about letting himself be spanked in the open air. He was terrified they might be seen. But Craig persuaded him that it was perfectly safe, so they came to the arrangement that if the weather was warm and dry, they would go to the woods. Otherwise theyd meet at Tims cottage up on the moors.
That first day they met at the station it was drizzling, so they went to the cottage. The moment they got there Craig was effortlessly in control. He was such a natural top. Without being obviously bossy, he first got Tim to strip to his underpants. Then he made him stand on the bathroom scales. Tim weighed a fraction over 210 pounds.
"Well have to get some of that flab off" remarked Craig. "I want you to lose at least 20 pounds. Now go off to the bathroom and change into your white gym kit. Dont be too long. I want you back here in 5 minutes."
"Yes, sir" said Tim. The sir tripped naturally off his tongue. Craig had a effortless ability to inspire respect. He did not need to assert his authority.
Five minutes later Tim was back in the playroom wearing his white gym kit and trainers.
"Youre 20 seconds late" said Craig looking at his watch, "Bend over the punishment horse and stick your backside out."
Tim did not dare to demur. He draped himself over the horse and stuck his bottom out. His white shorts were tightly stretched over his buttocks. Craig went over to his bag and extracted a wicked-looking plimsoll. He took a short run and brought the plimsoll down smartly on Tims right buttock. Thwack!
The pain was incredible, but Tim somehow managed to suppress a yell. Then Craig landed a second blow on his left buttock. This time Tim could not help crying out.
"Now you know the standards I expect you to come up to. When I say 5 minutes, I dont mean 5 minutes and 20 seconds. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Right. Get up from the horse and lie face down on the floor" said Craig.
Tim hurried to obey. His arse was smarting like crazy from the two plimsoll strokes.
Craig stood over him as he lay prone on the floor.
"OK, Tim. Youre not in bad physical shape, but you have let yourself go a bit. Im here to put a little discipline back into your life, OK?
"Yes, sir."
"I want you to do ten press-ups. Like this...."
Craig did a demonstration of what he wanted: ten beautifully executed press-ups, firm straight arms, chest coming within half an inch of the floor.
"I expect a similar standard from you" he said.
Tim inwardly groaned. He was never much good at PE and it had been ages since he had done press-ups. He managed the first three all right but collapsed to the floor on the fourth.
"Right, get up again" said Craig, "And go over to the punishment bench."
Tim reluctantly obeyed. He already had a pleading look on his face, but knew it was useless to argue with someone like Craig.
"I see I am going to have to motivate you to do your exercises properly. Every time you fail to execute a press-up properly you will be caned. The number of strokes you get will depend on how far short you are of reaching 10 press-ups. You failed on the fourth press-up. That means 7 strokes of the cane. Ill do it over your shorts this time. Youre not wearing anything under them, are you?"
"Er...." Tim had kept his underpants on under his shorts.
"You are not to wear underpants or anything else under your shorts. Now get them off."
Tim took off his shorts and underpants and started to put his shorts on again.
"No. Leave your shorts off. Im going to give you your 7 on bare to teach you proper gym hygiene. You must not wear underpants under your shorts. In fact, Im going to give you a couple of extra strokes to ram the lesson home."
Tims face was a picture of misery as he draped himself over the horse again. Craig picked up a thin, swishy junior cane. He did not want to be too severe on Tim right at the beginning of the session. Nonetheless 9 strokes of the junior cane stung like crazy. Craigs caning arm was incredibly strong and Tim felt each stroke burning into his bottom.
"Do you understand now what standards I expect?"
"Yes, sir" said Tim.
"OK, then. Down on the floor again. Ill be kind to you this time and let you start from four. If anything but your hands and feet touch the floor, Ill cane you again and youll start from one, OK?"
"Yes, sir" said Tim. He wasnt going to mess with this young martinet! Somehow he managed to complete his ten (rather wobbly) press-ups without further mishap.
Craig made him do a few more exercises and before the end of the session Tim collected another 6 cane strokes and an over-the-knee hand spanking. Before he left Craig set him a target to reduce his weight. They agreed to meet again exactly one week ahead, by which time Tim was expected to weigh 208 pounds. "You will get 12 strokes of the cane on bare for every pound over that. And if you weigh more than 210 pounds, Ill double it," said Craig. "If you weigh less than 208 pounds, Ill take off 6 strokes per pound from any punishments you may incur."
For the next week Tim laid off all junk food and did plenty of exercise. But losing weight at 55 is not at all easy, as no doubt many of you maturer readers will know. Tim looked anxiously at the bathroom scales every morning. The day he was due to meet Craig again, he weighed just a fraction over 208 pounds. He popped the scales in his car and drove off, clad in his white gym kit, to meet Craig at the station. That week the weather was warm and sunny and Craig directed him to the woods around Torley reservoir. As they got out the car, Craig made Tim stand on the scales. "Hmm, not bad. Youve certainly lost a bit of weight. Well done!"
Tim beamed with pleasure.
"However, you are about half a pound over 208 pounds. You should know me by now, Tim. I mean exactly what I say. But youve done well, so Ill only give you six strokes, OK?"
Tim was relieved that at least he wasnt going to get 12 scorchers from Tim, though 6 was bad enough. He put the scales back in the car and locked up. Then they walked through the woods for about 20 minutes till they came to a hidden clearing with a fallen tree-trunk in the middle. Tim draped himself over it with his legs wide apart. His shorts were stretched tightly over his bottom just the way Craig liked to see them. The young disciplinarian tapped his shorts a couple of times with a medium rattan cane.
"Youve done well, Tim, but not quite well enough. I hope this caning will provide you with the motivation not to simply do well, but to excel, OK?
"Yes, sir."
"I hope you appreciate the effort I am putting in to correct you. If so, I would like you to express your appreciation."
"Thank you for disciplining me, sir. May I please kiss the cane to show I accept this beating with gratitude."
Craig gave his permission. Tim rose and kissed the cane and returned it meekly. He then draped himself over the tree-trunk again and Craig gave him six scorchers. Tims bottom was throbbing like never before. Boy, this young man could cane! It did not take much effort to ensure Tims complete obedience!
Craig then made Tim do a series of exercises. Tim wasnt a bad pupil, but before long he managed to collect another six strokes of the cane. Many of the strokes landed on the first six, rekindling the agony.
For his final exercise Craig tied Tims wrists to a stout branch which was horizontal with the top of his head. He then ordered Tim to pull himself up so that his chin was level with the branch, keep himself there for 10 seconds and repeat the process 24 times. He had 8 minutes to complete the exercise. Any flagging or sloppiness would be punished with cane strokes.
By now Tim was beginning to feel his 55 years. He managed the first ten pull-ups fairly easily, but on the eleventh he could not hold himself in place for the full ten seconds. Craig lashed his buttocks with a couple of hard cane strokes. Tim yelped with pain and decided to try a bit harder. After a 30 second break he managed another 8 pull-ups without incident, but again failed to hold himself on place for ten seconds. This time Craig gave him a full half dozen strokes of the cane. "Youve only got another six to go. Pull yourself together and make a proper effort."
Tim rested about another twenty seconds and finished his last six pull-ups without incurring any more cane strokes. Craig then released his wrists and ordered him back to the fallen tree-trunk. There he made Tim remove his shorts and lie over his lap. He then finished the session by giving Tim a good over-the-knee spanking with his hand. As his hand touched the weals left by the cane, the fire in Tims bottom was rekindled. Craig certainly knew how to ram a lesson home! Each week he set Tim a target to reach in order to get his weight down, usually two or three pounds per week. Tims diet and exercise was doing him good and he started to feel fit and trim again. Of course he enjoyed being spanked and caned, but only up to a point. Craig was such a powerful man the threat of a dozen cane strokes was enough to motivate Tim to do his exercises properly.
Once again Tims ageist presuppositions had been challenged. He had spanked a retired headmaster aged 74. Now he was being spanked by a young hunk aged 22, who caned him harder than he had ever experienced. And it really was doing him good. Over a period of two and a half months his weight dropped from 210 to 185 pounds and he felt fit enough to take up squash and tennis again.