Educating Roger - 09 - Roger Meets a Motor Cyclist


by Mentor <John.mentor7@ntlworld.com>

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In case you are new to these stories, here is a brief recap.

Roger Livingstone had cheated at university and submitted an essay which was not his. His tutor had given him the choice between official action, which would mean his immediate expulsion from university or getting himself thrashed by a relative or friend and returning to prove that it had been done. He had tried to find his uncle but had discovered that he was away. On the way back home, he accepted the offer of help from an older man, Roger Hill, who gave him his caning but also required that he went back for a second instalment. That occasion had rounded off his earliest encounter with corporal punishment with a heavy strap, a tawse and a final few with a cane.

Later he used the same story again, this time to get a caning from Harold Furness, who had been in the Royal Navy and had both experienced and dished out canings there. Things developed even further when he met Russell Omerod who introduced Roger to his old headmaster who birched him. Russell also uncovered Roger's desire for caning when he realised that his story was not true. This enabled him to lead him on to other experiences as well.

Russell had also introduced Roger to his cousin, Basil Chapman. He had set up a visit for Roger to his own old school where he had had a very effective caning from Mr Lovell, the Gym Master. He was also required to go for more and that turned out to be a walloping with a variety of weapons from the entire set of prefects.

After that, he and Russell got completely drunk. They were punished for this by Basil who also agreed to give either of them thrashings when they deserved it. Later, when staying with Basil, Roger made his own arrangements with another local school before another session in bed with Basil. Basil also suggested that Roger should have a cane available in case he met someone willing to do it but not equipped.

Now read on.

Christmas came and went. The following term came and went as well. Basil continued to help to operate Roger's discipline. Now, Roger was thinking about the future. His degree finals were fast approaching. He already knew that there was a possibility of staying on in Bristol for research if his degree was good enough. Now there was another chance in Birmingham. After consulting his tutor, and at the beginning of his vacation, Roger drove up for a mutual interview. In the event, it was useful only in the sense that he was satisfied that he would do better to stay in Bristol. He did not really like the proposed supervisor nor the area in which he would have to be working. As well as that, he had his accommodation in Bristol and Basil was there as well.

He set out to return, going along the A38 as far as the M5. He was getting bored with simple driving and he decided to break the monotony when the saw that there was a figure was standing at the top of the slip road.

Roger drew up alongside him. He was young man of about twenty years of age. He was fairly smartly, though not formally, dressed.

"Are you going as far as the services?"

Roger replied, "Sure."

He put his bag on the back seat and got in and Roger started the car moving. He said, "I'm Roger."

His passenger replied, "I'm Colin."

Roger asked, "By the way, which services did you mean?"

"Actually, I didn't really want the services unless you're turning off before Gloucester. If you are, then I'd prefer to be dropped at services. You can get stuck at slip roads for ages."

"Do you live in Gloucester?"

"Yes. I'm going back ready for work tomorrow."

"What do you do?"

"I'm a mechanic in a garage but I really prefer motor bikes. They aren't like cars. They've really got some character. I went up with my bike because I was selling it. I'm getting a new one. At least, I'm getting a different one. As well as riding them, I buy them and do them up in my own time. What do you do?"

"I'm at university."

The mention of university seemed to trigger a response from Colin.

"Don't talk to me about universities."

"Why, what's wrong with them?"

"I was up in Manchester a few weeks ago and you should have seen the trouble some of the students were causing. Drunk, spewing up all over the place, singing around the place in the middle of the night when people were trying to get some sleep, peeing on people's houses and in the street. It was terrible."

Roger said, "It would just be a few. They're the ones who get noticed."

"Fair enough, but there ought to be more discipline. Come to that, we need it all over. The law's as soft as _s_h_i_t_ as well.

Roger said, "What do you mean?"

"Well, I was reading the other day in a magazine about Singapore. I mean to say, they got their law from us didn't they? It was in the Empire. The difference is that they had the sense to keep some of the things we gave them and we've dropped."

"What sort of things."

"Well, this magazine was saying that criminals could easily get their arses whacked over there. You know. They still use the cane. It had a photograph of somebody fastened down and waiting for it. From what it said, I think they might do it a bit too hard for first offenders, at least here. It might be different out there. Their people might be a bit tougher than ours. I think we'd be better if we did something like that."

"Do you think so?"

"I'm bloody sure it would. It would be cheaper as well. I mean, if these criminals got their arses walloped, it would teach them and it would be cheaper than sticking them in gaol. All that does is teach them how to be better criminals, when they mix with all the others. Actually, now that I think about it, if it was done well for a first offence, it could be as hard as they do it in Singapore if you come back for more. Come to that, don't they still use the birch on the Isle of Man? If they can, we can as well."

Roger realised that Colin had taken the conversation to where he wanted it and he was relieved that he had taken Basil's advice. In a cardboard case he had made for it, Roger had a cane in the boot.. He said, "You ought to meet my tutor. He'd agree with you."

"Lots of people would. It's just the Government won't do what people want. We just need a lot more discipline. What's your tutor talking about it for?"

Roger said, "It's because I've got into trouble with him."

"What have you done?"

"I handed some work in as mine and it wasn't."

"Is that serious?"

"Very. If he follows it through officially, I'd be thrown out. It would be my career and everything up the spout. It was stupid and I admit that."

"What's he going to do?"

"He says that I've got to be punished and that I can choose between officially, which would end my career, or take a caning."

"Does he want to give it to you?"

"He might want to. I don't know. He can't because he's got a dodgy heart, so he told me to go to a relative or friend and get it done."

"What are you doing about it?"

"I don't know now. I've just been to my uncle but he's away and there isn't anybody else I can think of that I can ask."

"There must be hundreds of people who'd give you a caning."

"Honestly, there just isn't anybody I think of that I could ask."

"Bollocks! There's lots would do it. I would for one."

"Are you serious?"

"Too right I am. I told you. I think a good thrashing is better than being looked after in gaol. If you think like I do, you've got to be prepared to do the work that goes with it. You've done something wrong and your tutor or whoever he is has got the sense to say you should be caned. It's almost a public duty. If you aren't caned, you'll lose your career and you'll be wasting our money on the dole."

He considered the whole situation and went on, "It would be a favour to you if I cane you as well in return for you giving me a lift. You'll lose a hell of a lot if it's official. What do you think?"

"That's why I went to see my uncle. I would have preferred to get it over like that."

"Well, do you want me to do it?"

Roger had been considering this question ever since the offer had been made. He was afraid Colin might be too exuberant in its application. He certainly sounded enthusiastic. On the other hand, he had said that a first offence shouldn't be as hard as the Singapore people he had heard of.

"It would get me out of a hole, but it hardly seems fair to you. Where could we do it, for a start?"

"Where do you live?"

"Bristol but that's miles past your place and out of your way."

"I live with my parents, but they've gone to Spain for an early holiday so there won't be anyone in. We could do it properly there."

Roger considered the situation. If Colin really seemed to be going over the top, he could always get out.

He said, "If you don't mind, we'll do that."

Colin said, "Fair enough. It'll hurt, but don't worry. I'll try to do it like a schoolmaster would do for an old boy coming back because he'd got into trouble and not like they do in Singapore. That would be harder than for a school kid but not going over the top."

"Thanks. That should be right. He wants to see the marks, I think, but he was thinking of me being caned like they were when he was at school or like his headmaster would have done an old boy is he'd gone back in trouble like I'm in."

"It's a pity we aren't run by people like your tutor. I was saying, the law's gone too soft. They used to have the birch in this country. Now they've stopped it. We took the cane to places like Singapore. They've got the sense to keep it. I mean to say. Some kids were lifting stuff from the shop my Mum works in. They took them to court but nothing happened. They'd have thought twice about coming back if they'd had their arses tanned. You know. If they'd had a dozen good strokes and they knew it would be eighteen or two dozen next time as well as being harder."

He was clearly getting into a theme he enjoyed.

"It's like it was in school. At least, it was in our school. They used the cane there. Most of us had one go and that was enough. We learned and it was ages before we were back for more. There were some who were always getting it. I suppose they'd just got thicker skins. The school should have laid it on harder for them."

He paused and then went on, "That's another thing. They shouldn't be keeping all those murderers in gaol. Stringing up's too good for a lot of them. They should have the gallows for ordinary murders, but the really nasty ones, they should work out more painful ways of finishing them off. They aren't fit to live and they don't deserve to die easily."

Roger said, "The trouble with capital punishment is that you can't do anything about it if you make a mistake."

"It's a risk we'd have to take. They don't make many mistakes. You could say that the odd mistake is the price we pay for being clear of the sods. They make mistakes about prison sometimes now. I'll tell you this. If they were going to make a mistake with me, I'd prefer to have my arse whacked to being inside. At least, if you can prove later that they were wrong, you could get some compensation for that. You can't really be compensated for losing your job and having your life mucked up if you are in gaol by mistake for years."

Colin kept most of the conversation on various aspects of discipline and corporal punishment. Eventually they reached Gloucester. Roger followed Colin's directions. In a side street they stopped outside the end house on a terrace.

Colin said, "You have got a cane, haven't you?"

"Yes. My tutor loaned me one because he assumed my relative wouldn't have one."

"OK. Bring it in."

They got out of the car. Roger took the cane from the boot and locked the car. Colin unlocked the front door and put the light on.

He said, "The neighbours are away as well. They're in the same group as mine. It doesn't matter about the noise of the cane. There won't be anybody who can hear it. I think it'll be best in here."

He led Roger into the front room and closed the curtains.

"OK. Where's the cane?"

Roger took it from its case and passed it over.

"Pull that armchair out. You can lie over the back. You'll be able to stay in place and we'll get it over properly, in one go. It'll be better punishment like that. If you're touching your toes or anything like that, you wouldn't be able to stay in place for what your tutor will be wanting and it's not right to have it in bits."

Roger was wondering how Colin knew what his tutor would want. They had not discussed it directly, but then he remembered that Colin had spent some time getting him to discuss discipline in his tutor's school. He had to assume that he had worked out some idea of what was needed.

He moved the chair to a position where Colin would have room to work the cane, took his jacket off and draped himself over the back. Now he was to discover whether he had made a mistake.

Colin said, "I'm going to enjoy this a lot more than you will. All you've got to do is keep reminding yourself that you deserve it."

Roger lay there waiting. He did not look round and Colin did not touch him as he aimed.

THWACKK!

The first that Roger knew of the first stroke was its arrival as pain flooded out from the line of contact. Roger was satisfied. Colin was doing it well and he was not going "over the top". Roger simply lay in position and waited.

THWACKK!

The second stroke followed. Colin seemed to be delivering a thrashing with scientific accuracy. Roger counted. There were exactly eight seconds between each stroke. The pain built up as he expected it to. By the time it was finished, he would know he had been punished. The only question in his mind now was how far Colin intended to go.

THWACKK! THWACKK! THWACKK! THWACKK!

Roger's rump was already feeling very tender as he kept a check of the number he had taken. That was six.

THWACKK! THWACKK! THWACKK! THWACKK! It moved up to ten and then fifteen and twenty.

Colin had been right. To get up from the position he was in was more difficult. This made it easier to stay in place. The twentieth was not the end and the count continued to rise.

THWACKK! THWACKK! THWACKK! THWACKK!

That was two dozen. Roger was beginning to wonder how many more he would be able to take when Colin said, "Get up."

Roger got to his feet and held his throbbing rump.

"You know how to drive it in. Thanks."

"We haven't finished. At least I don't think so. Look, I'm not a queer or anything like that but I ought to check what it looks like. Can you drop your trousers down and show me your arse without letting your private parts show?"

Roger was grateful for the final part of that sentence. He did not want to display a throbbing erection to the other guy. He turned round, dropped his trousers, moved his shirt tail out of the way and then eased his underpants clear of most of the bruised area. Colin whistled and said, "Well, you can see you've been punished. I think they give up to twelve with the birch in the Isle of Man but that's often with kids younger than you are. You probably ought to have some on a bare arse bit, like I said, I'm not a queer. Would you be ok about it if I give you some on your underpants to round it all off?"

Roger said, "I know I've got to be punished. I guess I ought just to accept what you say unless you went really over the top."

"Ok. Let's say another twelve but with no trousers. That should be enough to satisfy that guy. Get back over the chair and hold on."

Soon Roger was in place. He felt the cane rest on his tender seat and realised that the break had not been a total advantage. It was true that he had had a rest. It was already obvious that his seat had become more tender during that break.

THWACKK! Roger could not restrain a cry of anguish which forced itself past his lips.

He braced himself for the next.

THWACKK! THWACKK! THWACKK! THWACKK!

His seat was becoming more sender but Roger was also aware that his throbbing erection was becoming more powerful. His mind was as much on the excitement there as on his suffering rear end. He was grateful that Colin had not had his underpants off. It would have been difficult to have kept that erection out of sight and should it become more than just that, and spurt into wild activity, he would never have been able to disguise it.

THWACKK! THWACKK! THWACKK! THWACKK!

It was almost complete but Roger knew he was coming. A surge of vital fluid flooded his underpants.

THWACKK! Another surge was driven by that stroke.

THWACKK! A final gush followed. Roger could not suppress a gasp of contentment.

Colin said, "Are you ok, Roger."

Roger replied, "Yes, thanks, but I don't think I can take any more."

"There isn't any more. That's the lot. Get yourself dressed."

Keeping his back to his companion, Roger pulled up his trousers and fastened them. Only then did he massage the damaged area.

Colin said, "There. A full three dozen. That should be enough to teach you a lesson and satisfy your tutor. What do you think?"

Roger got to his feet and grasped his rear end. "It must be enough. Thanks."

He put his jacket on returned the cane and himself to the car and was soon on his way. He arrived at the same time as Basil.

"How did it go?"

"The interview was useful. It made me sure I don't want to go there. I had some fun on the way back, thanks to your suggestion about carrying a cane."

"And you'd like a bit of comfort now?"

Roger grinned. "It would be nice!"

"Come into my flat. I've got some food as well."

Once again, Roger experienced the comfort and excitement of the slightly older man driving into his anus. It was all worthwhile and he was glad that he was not even tempted to go to Birmingham.

Well over a week later, Basil said, "Roger, have you thought of going up to see your motorcycling friend in Gloucester again? It's a bit different with him from being with a professional or even with one of us."

"I haven't really thought of it. He didn't even tell me to go back if it wasn't enough. Anyway, it's too late to tell him that, isn't it? I mean, he'd have told me to get more straightaway if the story had been true. I think the fellow was doing it because he approves of discipline. He'd probably think he was being taken for something odd if he actually knew what was happening."

"Yes, but you might be able to set something up. Go to tell him that it saved your job. In conversation he could be led to discover that you had a letter from your tutor. He might give you another allocation for being stupid and not handing it over."

"I suppose it's worth a go. I could call at Colin's place after he's home from work and before he goes out for the evening one day."

His bruises had subsided completely by the time he went and it was after seven when he arrived in Colin's street. He parked his car and walked a few yards, glancing up the space between Colin's home and the next house. He thought that he detected some movement and walked down. There, he found Colin working on his motor cycle engine.

"Hello, Colin. Is this the new bike you were talking about?"

Colin looked up. "I wasn't expecting you to come back. Actually it's another one I got as well. It's a bit clapped out and so it'll be a real challenge to get it good enough to be proud of."

"I had to come. The whole thing is cleared up now. My tutor accepted that I've been punished and I've done the essay properly and handed it in. It's got good marks. I just had to come to thank you for what you did."

"He was satisfied with the stripes I gave you, then?"

"In actual fact, when it came to it, he didn't check. I told him that a friend had given me a good thrashing and he said that he imagined that he could take it that it was adequate."

Colin said, "It's good of you to come. I was wondering whether your job was OK. Actually, after you'd gone, I did wonder if you'd been genuine as well."

"Genuine? What do you mean?"

"Well, it just occurred to me that you might have been one of those queers who want caning. I wouldn't have liked that and I'm glad you've proved that you were genuine."

Roger asked, "How've I done that?"

"Well, if you'd been one of them, you wouldn't have come back just to thank me. You'd either have stayed away altogether, or you'd have come and said that your tutor wanted you to have more or something like that."

Roger was relieved for that inner voice that had steered him away from that approach. He was even more relieved when Colin said, "If you'd come back like that, I've have got you tied down and really laid it on. You'd have never gone to anybody else for a caning. I'd have had your arse in ribbons. Anyway, it's good to know that you're OK. Look, I've nearly finished here. If you hang on another five minutes, I'll be going in to wash my hands. Come in and we can have a coffee or tea, unless you'd like a can of beer."

"I'll have a coffee or tea, thanks. I don't risk drinking anything when I'm driving. When you're in a car, it's often the other person who gets hurt if there's an accident. I don't think I could live with myself if I ever hurt somebody and I knew I might not have done if I'd reacted a bit quicker. Even half a pint slows your reactions down."

Colin said, "I agree with you. I don't touch a drop when I'm going out on one of these." He tapped the motor cycle affectionately. A few minutes later, they went in. Colin introduced Roger to his mother, in the kitchen.

"This is Roger. I gave him a hand the other day and he's popped round to thank me."

"That's nice. Are you going out tonight?"

"No. I was thinking of going to the club but there are plenty of other people there and now that I've finished the bike, it's a bit late."

"Well, your Dad and I are going out. The insurance man probably won't come at this time of night but if he does give him his money. It's under the clock."

"OK, Mum. When we've made our drinks, it's OK to go into the front room, isn't it?"

"Yes. We won't be wanting it. Don't forget the biscuits."

A few minutes later, with the front room door closed, they sat down.

Colin said, "You must be feeling a bit sick."

"Why?"

"Well, if he didn't look, you needn't have had that caning."

Roger replied, "I'm not sure. I might not have behaved the same if I'd been trying to bluff him. Besides, I don't know if you can understand this, but I'm glad I was honest with him."

"Did he ask how many you had?"

"No. I just told him that it had been a good thrashing."

"How do you know that you were honest, then?"

"What do you mean? You laid it on well enough, didn't you?"

Colin grinned and said, "Yes, and I know I said I'd have been suspicious if you'd said that he wanted you to have more but how do you know he didn't want you to have more than I gave you?"

"He can't have wanted more than that, can he?"

"Are you sure?"

The conversation had developed exactly as Roger wanted it to. Just then, they heard Colin's parents go out.

Roger said, "Actually, I can prove it, I think."

"How's that?"

"Last time I was here, I took a risk. I didn't know how hard you'd have been walloping me or what my tutor wanted. He'd been talking about what it was like in his school and I knew it would be a lot. In actual fact, he gave me a letter for whoever did it. I was too scared to give it to you and I'd been too scared to read it myself before then. You gave me a real walloping and I was sure it was enough and I forgot about it."

"Where is it?"

"It's still in the car, I think."

"OK. We'll go and see if you did have enough. If you say you want to be honest with him, you might need some more."

"I'll go and get it if you like and prove it was enough. That must have been more than enough, surely."

Roger was keeping the idea alive but avoiding any overt suggestion that he was actually looking for another caning.

Colin said, "I thought it was enough as well. That's why I stopped. On the other hand, if I'd known that he wanted you to have more, I'd have given it to you and you said that you wanted to be honest with him. If you've had more than he wanted that's your own fault for being stupid, but if you've had less, you've cheated him, really, haven't you?"

"I suppose so, but I'm sure that I haven't. I'll prove it. I'll go and get the letter now, if you like."

"No. Let's finish our coffee and then we'll go and look at it. There's something else as well. You were a bloody idiot not to let me see that letter. OK, I can understand you not letting me have it before I started. You were scared. But afterwards was bloody stupid. You were risking having all that for nothing when a few more might have been enough. That was plain dumb. You probably deserve a few for being so stupid. We'll see in a few minutes whether he wanted more when we get the letter."

"OK."

"If you do need some more, have you still got that cane?"

"Yes. I haven't taken it back because I haven't been in with the car, yet."

"Well, we can see whether it's needed again when we see the letter."

A few minutes later they had finished their coffee. Roger's timing had accidentally been perfect. Colin's parents had just gone out and he had the house for the evening. He was almost working himself up ready to give Roger another dose. They moved towards the door. Colin opened the front door and shot forward.

"Got you!"

Roger followed and saw that Colin was holding a youth, possibly sixteen or seventeen years old, by his jacket collar.

Colin said, "This so and so was trying to get into your car. There's been too much of this going on. Let's go in and see what we ought to do about it."

The youth said, "Let go! You're strangling me."

"I'll let you go when we've got you safely in the house, Wayne. I don't want to go chasing down the road after you."

Roger followed them back into the house. The boy was almost pushed into the front room and into a chair.

Colin said, "Can you stay by the door in case he tries to scarper, please Roger."

He then turned his attention to the frightened boy who said, "I didn't know that you live here, Colin."

"That doesn't make any difference. You shouldn't be trying to get into other people's cars. It's not the first time, is it?"

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm thinking about that. Let's look at the alternatives. I could send for the police."

"Don't do that. The last time they said that I'd probably be locked away if I was caught again."

"I could tell your father."

"That's worse. He'll half kill me."

Colin said, "It's worse than that as well, Wayne. When we were talking about it at club, you told me that you wanted to get into the Army as soon as you're eighteen."

"I do. It'll get me away from home and I'll get a training."

"And you said that they told you that you wouldn't be accepted if there was any more trouble with the police."

"Well, what are you going to do?"

"I think I'll let you choose. Roger here is a friend of mine. He's up at college and he got into trouble with his tutor a few weeks ago. His tutor gave him a simple choice. I'll give you the same choice."

"What's that?"

"You've done something wrong. You deserve to be punished and you're going to be. I can send for the police, I can go round and tell your father or we can deal with it here."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that we get a cane round your miserable arse. A really good caning, one that you will notice, like they dish out at the toffs' schools only more. That's only fair. Theirs are to teach them not to break stupid schools rules. Yours is for a crime."

Wayne said, "It'll have to be that, then, Colin."

"OK. If that's what you want, ask me to do it."

Wayne hesitated and then said, "Will you tell Dad or the police if I ask you to cane me?"

"No. That's what I said. That's provided you take all I think you ought to have."

"Well, will you cane me, please, Colin?"

Colin turned to Roger.

"Can you go and get that cane from your car, please, Roger? You might as well get that letter as well, but don't open it. We can see it together after Wayne's gone."

Roger now had to decide. He had produced three letters which were in different places in the car. They suggested different values for his punishment. He had produced the three because he did not know how Colin would react. He did not know whether, if he selected one that went higher than he had had, Colin would give him the entire dose. That would have been too much. It already sounded as though he would be getting some for concealing the letter. As well as that, in each there was the suggestion that there could well be more because of possible disgrace to the family. Unfortunately, he could not remember which one was which. He could not open them, because he had to hand over a sealed envelope and so it had to be a random choice.

A couple of minutes later, Roger returned. He passed the cane across to Colin. He said, "Right, Wayne. You won't feel anything through those jeans. You'd better drop them."

Wayne had no choice, He unfastened his jeans and lowered them to his ankles. Colin said, "Lie over the back of the chair and stay there until I tell you to get up."

Wayne said, "How many are you giving me?"

"You'll find out when I stop."

"Well, if you want me to stay there, can your friend hold me in case I try to get up, please? It's obvious that I've got to have it all, however many it's going to be."

Colin said, "Do you mind, Roger?"

Wayne lay across the back of the armchair. Roger moved into place and said, "Better. You see if you can make yourself take it, Wayne, and I'll help if it looks as though you won't."

Colin said, "That would be better, Wayne."

He turned to Roger. "Have you any suggestions on how many?"

"Not really. I understand that six of the best might be a normal maximum in a school today but this isn't a school offence. I believe that until a few years ago, the army and navy used the cane for boy entrants up to their eighteenth birthday. That was for offences which were serious but they did have the glass house and things like that after it."

Colin said, "Fair enough. This is getting him out of the glass house."

He took the cane back. Roger watched it crash across Wayne's underpants. He heard the boy gasp and saw his head thrown slightly back. He was being well caned.

The cane was taken back again and driven forward again.

THWACKK!

Again, Wayne's head went back as he felt the impact. Again, he gasped.

THWACKK! THWACKK! THWACKK! THWACKK!

The strokes followed inexorably. That was six. It was not the end of course.

That was twelve. Roger rightly assumed that Colin would go further and he was right.. He continued to count and as the cane continued to fall.

THWACKK! THWACKK! THWACKK! THWACKK! THWACKK!

Fifteen, eighteen and still it went on.

Twenty, twenty four, twenty five.

He stepped back and said, "That's it, Wayne."

Wayne stood up and grasped his seat. "Christ! You laid that on."

"Of course I did. You had to be punished. That was better than being put away, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"Right. Get dressed and listen to me."

As Wayne pulled his jeans up and started to fasten them, Colin said, "You had a close shave that time. It was just because it was me and Roger had given me the idea of dealing with things that way. Now, do you want me to help you go straight?"

"Can you, Colin?"

"There's a fair chance that I'll hear if you get up to anything. I usually do. If you do something and I find out and the authorities don't, you could have another reminder."

Wayne said, "What? Another caning?"

"Yes, but more than that time. The best thing would be for you to stop it altogether. Then there wouldn't be any caning. If you do slip, you can make things a bit easier for yourself though."

"How?"

"If you get caught by somebody else, there's nothing I can do. If you do something and you come and own up to me before I bring it up with you, you'll still get a caning, but it won't be so much."

"OK, Colin. Can we do that?"

"Yes. One other thing. I want you to keep a sort of diary with everywhere you go and everything you do. We can see then if there's any time when you might have been getting up to trouble. The more you are at the club, the better."

"Thanks, Colin."

"OK, on your way now, and don't let me down. I'm trusting you."

"Thanks, Colin."

Colin saw him out and then came back to Roger. "I'm sorry about all that. He has a rough time at home and you heard that he's been in a fair amount of trouble. I'm not a leader yet, but I help at a boys' club and we're trying to keep him straight until he gets away when he's eighteen."

Roger's had already formed the view that Colin was a decent lad apart for his excess zeal for discipline. This showed that he had been right.

Colin went on, "Well, lets see if we need to do anything for you. Where's that letter?"

Roger passed it across, still in its sealed envelope. Colin opened it and read it carefully.

He considered the situation and then said, "It's like I said. You're a bloody fool. You should have given me that letter. You're due for more if you want to be honest with him. Besides, if his school had whackings that size, he might have been able to tell that you hadn't had what he said if he had looked. That was a really stupid risk. Apart from that risk, I think you're due for some for not being honest with me and giving it to me last time."

"If you'll do it, I ought to have them, then, please. I told you. I do want to be honest with him."

"He says some of them might be with a belt. We can't do that. A strap would be on your bare arse and we can't do that. I'm not going to be messing about with bare arses. You might as well get back over the chair and we'll finish the job off."

Roger was committed. He moved round to the position recently vacated by Wayne and lay over the back. Once again he knew that Colin was taking aim. He braced himself for the blow which he knew would inevitably fall and he wondered whether Colin would treat him as he had before or whether it would be the greater power he had spoken of in their earlier conversation.

THWACKK!

The blow fell. It was similar power to the first occasion. Roger clamped his teeth together and forced himself to lie there, simply taking the punishment he had asked for.

Six, twelve, eighteen, twenty four. He wondered how much more there would be. At this stage all he knew was that it did not end there.

THWACKK!

The twenty fifth stroke fell.

THWACKK! THWACKK! THWACKK!

It continued to build as his buttocks began to cry out for a break. Thirty, forty, fifty.

Colin's invitation to stand told him that it was over. Roger stood and grasped his rump. Colin said, "If you'd given me that letter last time, it wouldn't have been anywhere near that many."

Roger replied, "Sorry. It's my own fault. I have been honest now, haven't I?"

"Yes. The debt is cleared now."

"Thanks."

Roger rubbed his newly bruised seat. He picked up the cane.

Colin said, "I'll have to find out how to get hold of one in case Wayne needs it.

Roger had no idea of how he could get another, should the supply Basil had obtained run out.

He said, "I'm sorry. I'd like to leave you that one but my tutor has been muttering about its return."

"That's OK. All the best."

In the car, Roger drove away from the house and, when well clear, he opened the other two letters. He knew that they had suggested twenty four, thirty six and fifty. Twenty four was the only one to be missing. He had had the caning he required on his first visit. All that needed to be added was the suggestion that a relative might give a belting for letting the family down. Colin had enjoyed himself! Roger was grateful. He returned to Bristol, ready for Basil who was waiting for him.

To be continued.


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