Pictures 06 - Brian Tomlinson in the Big House


by Mentor <John.mentor7@ntlworld.com>

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It was a long time ago that I discovered the availability of CP pictures on the internet. More recently I have sought to write stories that might account for those pictures. I am fully aware that many of them come from a completely different background. Indeed in some cases I was already aware of that setting so please don't complain if you feel I've taken liberties. I intended to.

If the reader would like a copy of the picture for any stories in my "Inspired By Pictures" series, please drop me an email with a request and statement of which picture you need and I will try to send it. Many came from the now defunct site which was run for a long time by Johnny in Holland. These are in bitmap form and so are of fair size. I have tried changing them but always succeed in losing some quality and so I will send them as they are.

Picture Name: The Squire

Vernon Kaye was the local squire. He lived in the "big house" and owned several local farms. In addition, he had significant investments which enabled him to add to his income with the aid of several non-executive directorships. In spite of this, he was not really a happy man.

He had been overawed and bullied by his father and now, several years after that man's early departure from this life, Vernon was still under his influence. He had been bullied at school - a boarding school, of course and did not have the personality which would have brought him to the status of prefect. This was just as well, of course. Like so many other inadequate people, he was a bully when he had someone else under his control. Fortunately, circumstances reduced the damage he could do. His wife controlled the household and stepped in if he seemed to be making life difficult for domestic staff. As she pointed out to him, husbands were replaceable, but good staff was like gold dust. He had an agent who dealt with relationships with his tenants.

It was therefore like manna from heaven when Brian Tomlinson stepped into his life.

Brian was a village lad, now eighteen years old. Vernon knew his name. It came up in conversation from time to time for he was the village rogue and in addition, Vernon's status seemed to make it natural that he was a magistrate and Brian had appeared before him. As a youngster, it had probably been no worse than scrumping the odd apple or playing the odd trick. It developed however and by the time he was at secondary school, he was often truanting, had been caught shop lifting in town and had been found to be involved in some deliberate vandalism.

After his last court appearance, Brian felt that he had good reason to hold a grudge against the squire and it was to satisfy his desire for his own version of justice that he had ventured into the grounds of the big house. It was the gardener, Fred Richardson, who was first aware that something was wrong. He had worked hard, removing wallflowers and planting the summer bedding plants in several beds. Next day, one of those beds had every plant out of the ground. Two days later the tap which he used for hose pipes and filling watering cans was on at full power and had clearly been on all night leaving the whole area a sea of mud.

He told Mr Kaye, but otherwise held his peace and a clue fell at his feet on Friday evening. It had always been Fred's practice to spend Friday evenings in the Queen's Arms, the local hostelry. He sat with several old friends behind him there were some younger lads. As the noise from them rose, Fred said to a colleague, "I don't know if I'm getting older, but there seems to have been a lot more noise in here recently."

"It's that lot. They weren't coming here till they were all old enough but the last of them is over eighteen now."

Fred said, "More's the pity. I wish they were still going off to town."

The comment had been heard and Brian said, "What's your problem? In a tizzy 'cos somebody pulled your flowers out?"

Fred turned round and demanded, "What do you know about that?"

Brian replied, "A little bird told me that you'd been having some trouble. You were wasting water as well, weren't you?"

"How did you find out? Who told you?"

Brian sneered, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Next day Fred reported the conversation to the squire.

Half way through Sunday afternoon, Vernon was quietly reading when Fred was brought in.

"I've got Brian Tomlinson here, sir. He's been damaging the greenhouse."

Brian followed him in and said, "I didn't do any damage."

"No, but you were about to."

He turned to the squire and said, "He's got a bottle of weed killer and was making up a watering cane of diluted stuff. It looked as though he was going to wipe out the whole greenhouse and maybe more."

Vernon turned to the offender.

"Well, lad?"

"Well what?"

"What were you up to?"

"You know what I was up to. He's told you, hasn't he?"

"What the bloody hell do you think you were playing at?"

"You shouldn't have found me guilty when it was a put up case from the police. I was trying to teach you a lesson."

Vernon replied, "I was simply doing my job on the evidence that we were given."

"And you believed the fuzz and not me. I've been before you several times and it's always been like today. I never deny anything that I've done. I don 't go in for lying, not like _f_u_c_k_ing PC Scott."

"Well, there's nothing we can do about that, I'm afraid. That's water under the bridge. It'll make things worse for you when you appear in court for this though. You can improve that language as well, if you please."

Brian decided that he ought to be a little more polite.

"Do I have to be up in court for it, sir?"

"You accept that you deserve punishment?"

"Yes, sir. I could work for you in my spare time or something like that, sir."

Fred Richardson said, "I know what you deserve, lad. A well tanned arse."

Brian turned to the squire and replied, "I'll take that sir, if you think it 's right. As much as you think is fair."

Suddenly Vernon Kaye's world view changed. He had often been caned but he had never had the chance to apply one. He had longed to do so and only a week or so ago he had come across the canes his father used to have for use on him. They still seemed to be in good condition, flexible and well and truly operational, as he had remembered them. He considered the situation carefully and then said, "I could well take you up on that. You realise that it won't be pleasant?"

"Yes, sir. It's not supposed to be."

Vernon turned to his gardener. "Will you stay and watch him, while I go to get a cane, please, Fred?"

Brian would have preferred not to have more witnesses to his downfall than were strictly necessary.

"If Mr Richardson's got something else to do, I'll be alright here, sir. You both know who I am and I'm not going to run away. I said I'd prefer to get it over like this. I might be a fool but I'm not going to nick anything either."

Fred said, "Actually, sir, I only called in the check the cold frames."

"Fair enough, Thank you, Fred. I'll see you tomorrow."

A few minutes later, he stood in front of the eighteen year old youth.

"Have you been caned before?"

"Yes , sir, but not like you'll do it I expect. It was on my hand at school."

"It won't be like that. It'll be on your rump, like I had it when I was at boarding school."

He did not add that it would be how he had had it from a sadistic prefect and not in the approved manner of the school.

"What do I do, then, sir?"

"This will be a test of your courage. Take your trousers and pants off. You can keep your back to me if you feel shy."

Brian obeyed and then looked for further instructions.

"Stand, facing the fireplace and support yourself with your hands on the mantelpiece. Stick you backside out and keep it there, waiting for the cane."

Once again, Brian obeyed. He had seen cartoons of boys touching their toes but had no idea how the cane was normally applied. He assumed that the squire was doing it in a normal manner. For his part, Vernon Kaye was enjoying this and intended to humiliate the youth by forcing him to dodge a stroke or two. It would be almost impossible to maintain his place in that position. He took the cane right back after aiming and then drove it powerfully across the waiting cheeks.

Crracckk!

He caught him squarely across both cheeks and watched as a red line developed where he had struck. For his part, Brian felt almost as though he had been cut open. The pain surged from the line of impact and took him by surprise.

"Aargghh!

He was embarrassed by having given way. He knew enough to realise that it was better to take a punishment in silence, as they had tried to when he had been caned at school.

He looked round and said, "I'm sorry, sir."

"What for?"

"Shouting out, sir. I'll try not to do it again. I want to try to take it properly."

"Get ready for the next stroke."

Mr Kaye's view of the youth had improved slightly, but he was till going to enjoy this thrashing and did not intend to ease up. Once again the cane was taken back and once again it crashed across the waiting buttocks. This time, Brian was more prepared for it. His jaws were clamped together although he could not avoid an involuntary movement of his entire body. He realised what was required and forced himself back into place for the next stroke. By now every nerve of his body was urging him to get up and out of it but he held himself for the third.

He was also aware that tears were beginning to appear in his eyes and he was ashamed of them. The third stroke crashed into him. The squire looked at the lines he was producing - not simple pink likes but raised red weals. He was moving towards admiring this youth who was holding himself stoically and taking the punishment. Three more strokes followed and still Brian held himself waiting for more.

Mr Kaye said, "Get up, lad."

Surprised, Brian stood and said, "Is that all, sir?"

"Do you want some more?"

Brian gently massaged his weals and said, "I thought six of the best was for younger lads for school things, sir. I'm older and this was more serious so I was expecting more."

Mr Kaye said, "I owe you an apology, Tomlinson. I've been doubly unfair to you."

"How's that, sir? I thought you were being really decent in not sending for the police."

"The first things is that I underestimated you. I just didn't think you'd have the guts to stay there and take it. The second is that I was made to try to take a caning like that once. I know it's almost impossible at normal power and that was more than normal power. Properly, I should have given you a chance to hang onto something like the back of a chair, or even fastened you down so that you didn't have to struggle to take it."

"I didn't know it was wrong to be caned that way, sir, and I did manage. Does that mean you aren't going to give me as many as you were thinking I ought to have?"

"I don't see how I can give you any more after that, Tomlinson. Apart from anything else, your backside's not in a fit state to take any more."

"I don't want any more, if you know what I mean, sir, but it doesn't seem right that I'm not getting what I was due for."

"Get dressed. We'll discuss that later. There's something else we need to discuss as well."

While Brian dressed himself, the squire considered the changed situation in which he found himself. He had never thought of Tomlinson as anything other than a rogue or even a villain. Now he discovered that he could even have some respect for him. What was more, he admitted his guilt and was prepared to accept the punishment that was due without leaping at the chance to get out of some of it. He seemed honest and open and that disturbed Vernon Kaye. Maybe that last conviction had been unfair. He and his colleagues on the bench had already noticed that PC Scott seemed to produce a higher number of cases where his evidence was hotly disputed than many of his colleagues. Even Tomlinson was entitled to justice. Indeed, it was even more important for someone like him. If he developed a chip on his shoulder he could be a menace to society. He had already demonstrated that by what he had done and attempted to do as a result of one perceived miscarriage of justice.

What is more, the events of the day had awakened painful memories of his own past. He had been set up several times by bullies when he was at school and he understood the nagging bitterness and anger it could produce. Even more surprising, he found himself considering going against long held habits which had been placed there by his father who had controlled him with a rod of iron. He was going to talk to this young man and try to discover a little more about him.

He asked, "Would you like a drink?"

Brian grinned and replied, "I would, sir, but I can't. My motorbike's outside and I never touch it if I've had anything to drink."

Vernon found himself grinning back and said, "It is possible to have a drink without alcohol. Would you like a soft drink or tea or coffee?"

"I'd like a coffee, please sir, if it's not too much trouble."

Vernon rang for a maid and ordered two coffees. Brian completed his dressing and was invited to sit.

He was now becoming a little confused by the turn of events.

The squire said, "I ought to apologise for making you undress as well. It was a gratuitous indignity to put you to and it is inappropriate with a caning."

"Forget it, sir. I said, I didn't know what was done with caning on the bum. It's good of you to apologise though."

"You're taking this very well, Tomlinson."

"I deserved being punished, sir, and you've been very good in not calling the police."

Just then the maid returned with coffee for them both. After they had been served and were alone again, the squire said, "Were you serious when you said you were set up when you were in front of the bench last time? I take it that was the last time you've been up?"

Brian went red and lost his cool. "Too _f_u_c_k_ing right it was set up."

He hesitated and then said, "I'm sorry about the language, sir. It really makes my blood boil though. I was had up for something I hadn't done once before but that was ok."

"How was that ok?"

"I don't think I was being set up. It was an honest mistake by the fuzz that time and he said what he thought was true. That bastard was lying in his teeth and he knew it. He just wanted a conviction and I was handy. I'd got a record and he knew he'd be believed. Besides, I hardly had the chance for a defence. I didn't see the duty solicitor until about twenty minutes before the case. Anyway, I don't go around nicking other people's property. At least I don't now. I did a bit of scrumping when I was a kid and I was caught shop lifting once when I was twagging from school but Mum put me right about that."

"I misjudged your family. I thought your father had been in court regularly for theft."

"He has but Mum's different. She took me back to town that night and introduced me to the shopkeeper. He told me how much of a struggle it is to make a living and Mum said it's not just stealing from a shop. It's from the owner. I've never nicked anything since. Not even from a big shop where it isn't an individual suffers. Now I've got it on my record that I am a thief. If I'd had a decent solicitor we could have proved I didn't do it. I could never have got there."

"The police said you went on your motor bike if I remember correctly."

"I'm not a fool. I don't drink and drive. I was half sloshed that night. It was Bert Drewery's birthday. I couldn't even have balanced on the bike. Besides, it was in for repair. I couldn't even have got at it. Look, I was in the Queen's Arms until ten thirty. We all got invited to go out then. The landlord'll remember, I'm sure he will. That break in was at a quarter to eleven and it's five miles away. I can't walk five miles in fifteen minutes. That policeman said I'd gone on my bike and he'd found tracks from my bike's wheels there. I suppose he could have done if somebody from the garage had used it, but I couldn't have got it there. Then he says he saw me leaving on my bike 'cos he got there promptly with a neighbour hearing a noise. He even described my cycling leathers with my logo on the back. It might have been my bike, but it wasn't my leathers. No way. And they're the only ones with a pattern like that on then 'cos I made them myself and I didn't leave them with the bike. They were at home. He decided it was me and he invented extra evidence to prove it was. I didn't stand a chance. Not when you believe the fuzz against the accused every time."

"Actually, you aren't being quite fair. We do look at the evidence and there are times when we aren't satisfied with the police case. If you think back, most of what you have just told me wasn't even mentioned."

"Of course it wasn't. I didn't even know the pack of lies I'd got to answer until I heard them in court. You don't know how _f_u_c_k_ing serious it is, either. I was convicted of burglary. That cost me my job as well as everything you threw at me and I'll never get another decent job - not with a record."

"Tomlinson, I'm sorry."

"Being sorry doesn't _f_u_c_k_ing help though, does it?"

"I understand you're angry but try to cut that language out, please, Tomlinson."

"I'm sorry, but I'm so angry that I hardly know what I'm saying."

"I said I'm sorry. I'll prove it. First thing tomorrow morning I'll ring my solicitors. They're Pratt and Pratt. Do you know them?"

"I've heard of them and I've seen their office. What good will that do though?"

"It's still not too late for you to appeal against both our verdict and sentence. I've heard you and I believe you. I may be wrong but I'll risk that. You give them a call any time after ten and they'll make an appointment for you. We'll see if we can get this mess put right."

Staggered, Brian said, "Are you serious, sir?"

"What do you take me for, Tomlinson? I'd never raise hopes like that if I didn't mean it."

"Thank you, sir. Can I ask another favour as well, please?"

"You can ask."

"You're being dead friendly now, in spite of me mucking your garden up and everything. Do you think you could call me Brian, please?"

"Certainly, Brian."

"When are you going to give me the rest of my caning, sir?"

"Can't we leave it?"

"No sir. That wouldn't be right. I said so before. I'm due for the punishment and with you being so decent, it's even more important that I take it."

"I'd prefer to let your bottom recover a bit. Can you come round tomorrow evening?"

"No problem, sir."

"You said bare bottom wasn't right, sir. I don't think I'd feel right in my underpants either. Will it be alright if I bring my old school gym kit and change into that?"

"That would be ideal Brian. That's what we had to wear when we went to our headmaster for a beating. But whether you are caned is up to you. You've got time to think about it. I'd like you to come over though, to let me know how you got on with the solicitors."

Soon after, Brian left and two people were contemplating a complete change in their outlooks. Brian had never expected such a response from the squire and Vernon Kaye had never considered a lad like Brian as being anything other than a nuisance. For perhaps the first time in his life, when he had someone under his control, he allowed the stance of bully to drop and regarded him as a human being with his own needs and aspirations which ought to be taken into account.

Next evening, Brian walked up the drive of the big house with more confidence. He rang the front door bell and was shown into the squire's lounge.

As soon as they were alone he said, "I haven't changed my mind, sir. The caning is due and I've come for it."

Vernon said, "I think I understand how you feel, Brian, but I think you were telling me to truth when you complained about PC Scott. Couldn't we regard that court punishment as clearing the account?"

Brian replied, "I thought about that last night, sir, but it wouldn't be right. You've been really decent to me. It wouldn't be right if my punishment was sort of dirty, and that is because of that liar."

The squire stood and said, "Very well. Shall we get it over before we move on to other things?"

"I'd prefer that, sir."

"Come with me."

They went out into the hall and Vernon said, "Did you bring your gym kit?"

"Yes, sir."

"Very well. Go into that cloakroom and you can change in private. Your clothes will be quite safe there."

Brian followed his instructions. As he undressed, his mind returned to the theme which had dominated his thoughts since his interview with the squire on the previous day. His view of that man had changed completely. More than that, his understanding of himself had also changed. He was voluntarily accepting a serious caning that he could have avoided. He respected the squire. What is more, even though he would not have put it this way, he respected himself and was determined to do better.

Soon he was coming out. His gym kit was white and he had completed it with white socks & trainers.

Mr Kaye said, "Right, lad. Come along with me. No stupidity on my part like there was yesterday. I'll deal with you as my father did with me when I was younger. By the time I was your age, I had to change into gym kit as well."

Surprised, Brian said, "You didn't get caned when you were my age, did you, sir?"

Immediately, horrified at his cheek, he said, "I'm sorry, sir. That's got nothing to do with me. I shouldn't have asked."

The squire replied, "That's alright, Brian. Yes, I was liable to be caned until I was twenty one. The last one I had was for getting drunk on my twentieth birthday."

Soon they came to the study. Inside, with the door closed, The squire said, "I've selected a chair that I think is the right height for you. Go behind it and bend over the back. Reach right down and hold onto the front legs. That way, you'll be able to keep yourself in position better than yesterday although you managed splendidly then."

Soon Brian was in the required position. For a brief moment he wondered whether, even at this late stage, he should try to back out. He immediately recognised that he would hate himself for ever if he did. He waited as the squire took a cane and crossed the room to deal with him. He was aware of the cane being raised.

Crracckk!

It cut straight across the centre of both cheeks. Brian felt the surge of pain fill his consciousness. He held his jaws together and tightened his grip.

Crracckk!

Crracckk!

Crracckk!

Each stroke in turn seemed worse than its predecessor. It was applied to an increasingly sore rump. That was four. Brian guessed that he would have another twelve. He prayed that he would stay in place and take them.

Crracckk!

Crracckk!

That was six.

Brian was not to know this, but although Vernon Kaye was enjoying applying that cane, he was also anxious that Brian should not let himself down. He knew as well that Brian would realise if he eased off. The youth had said that it was right that he should be punished and he expected it. This also suited Vernon. Already he had a massive erection throbbing inside his trousers.

Crracckk!

Vernon decided to increase the gap between strokes to give him a little longer to recover and prepare for the next.

Crracckk!

Crracckk!

That was nine. Vernon wondered whether to call it a day but decided that Brian would have preferred a full dozen.

He waited until he was sure he was ready.

Crracckk!

Another pause.

Crracckk!

A final pause. Vernon felt his throbbing penis almost bursting.

Crracckk!

To his own surprise he felt himself come.

He realised that he had something else to do.

"Well done, Brian. That's quite enough. The account is closed."

Brian got to his feet, rubbed his ridged cheeks and looked to the squire.

"Thank you, sir. I feel better now."

"Because you've got it over?"

"No, sir. I suppose there's that but the main thing is that it's like you said. The account is closed."

"Very well. Go and get changed and then come back to the lounge. I want to hear how you got on at the solicitors. Have you come on your motor bike?"

Brian grinned and said, "No sir. It was uncomfortable riding it yesterday with a sore bottom and today was going to be worse. I walked."

"Would you like to drink a beer with me then?"

"Yes please, sir. Thank you."

In the cloakroom he felt the ridges across his seat again. Then he dressed. Soon he was back in the lounge and was seated, facing the squire. Each had a pint of bitter in his hand.

Brian said, "I don't know how to thank you, sir. I feel like everything is different. It's not just that you believed me yesterday. It's been the whole way you've treated me. I don't want to let you down and I don't want to let Mum down any more either. I want to make a real success of my life."

Vernon replied, "I could say the same thing, Brian. I think I've treated most people on the basis of what I can get out of them. Somehow you've got under my skin and I'm thinking of you as a person. In fact, almost like I think I'd have thought of a son if we'd ever been able to have children. You haven't told me what happened at the solicitors though."

"It was tremendous, sir. He listened to what I had to say. I explained it like I did to you. He asked me a lot of other questions then he said he'd take statements from all the witnesses and he thought we'd got real grounds for an appeal. As well as that, he said that you'd said that you'd pay all the fees. That really is great of you, sir. I don't know how to thank you."

"Let's hope he can get it sorted for you soon."

Brian said, "Was that whacking really enough, sir?"

"If anything, it might have been too much. The Royal Navy used to use the cane for boy seaman and could well have used it for a case like yours. The maximum sentence was twelve strokes."

"But I'm older than a boy seaman, sir."

"Yes, and you had twice his maximum. Yesterday I think you said that you'd lost your job?"

"Yes. As soon as he heard about the court case I was out."

"What was the job?"

"It wasn't much, sir, but it was some money coming in. it was on the forecourt of the garage - you know, selling petrol and keeping it clean and odd jobs."

"How would you respond if I offered you a job here?"

"I'd be pig sick, sir. I'd love to have a job here but Mum's had enough of Dad and we're moving. When he comes out she doesn't want him near his old mates. So I won't be close enough to work here."

"Have you got to stay with your Mum?"

"I haven't got anywhere else to go. Actually, it might be easier for her if I wasn't there. She's going to be staying with her sister for some time 'cos she can't afford a house. My uncle's got a big warehouse place and they can store her furniture there. By the way, sir, she says thanks awfully for getting me to that solicitor."

"This is a big house, built for days when there was a much larger staff. We' ve got the space for you to live in if you'd like that."

"That would be great, sir. I'd have a job and be out of Mum's way but she'd know I was safe. What's the job, sir?"

"In actual fact, there's a choice of three. Smithers is getting on a bit and so you could assist him, maybe taking over as butler if you make a go of it when he retires."

Brian grinned. "I don't think being a butler or anything like that is me, sir."

"I think I agree with you and I expected you to say that. A second possibility is as sort of odd job lad around the house. I'd get you driving lessons and it could include work as chauffeur after you've got a licence."

"And the third, sir?"

"I think it's the one with most prospects for you, but after your last encounter with the gardener, you may hesitate. We need a second man in the garden and the job will include your being trained."

Brian asked, "Does Mr Richardson know you're thinking of offering me that job? It's not fair to him to lumber him with me if he doesn't want me."

"I have consulted him and he accepts my reading of what might be a new character. His only hesitation is that you made a but of a mess of things at school."

Brian looked puzzled. "You don't need book learning to dig a garden, do you?"

"If you do well, we might want you to go to horticultural college and, in due course, take over from Fred. You need basic educational qualifications to get in there."

"Well, I'll have to go to night school and catch up then. When do I start?"

"Eight o'clock tomorrow morning if you can."

"You've got a deal, sir. Thank you. I don't know what I can say. Mum'll be over the moon."

"Don't you think you ought to have checked what the pay is and what hours we 'll want?"

"I suppose so, sir, but I think I can trust you to be fair. By the way, sir, will you be caning me if I misbehave?"

"Would you want me to?"

"I think I would, sir. I've not been properly disciplined. Mum's done her best but Dad's been useless."

"Very well, but on one condition."

"What's that, sir?"

"I think you realise that I did rather enjoy caning you. Perhaps I shouldn't have done but it's a fact. I don't want you misbehaving simply to give me some fun."

"I promise, sir. I value your good opinion of me too much to risk letting you think I've done something wrong when I haven't."

So it was that Brian Tomlinson's encounter with Mr Vernon Kaye led to consequences that neither of them could possibly have foreseen.

One of the first of these happened about two months later. Brian would have been prepared to take a caning to please the squire but felt that simply to volunteer would have been wrong and he valued his employer's good opinion of him too much deliberately to have done something wrong to earn the punishment. Then he had an idea and made an appointment to see Mr Kaye.

"The main thing I wanted to do was to thank you again, sir. The appeal about that wrong conviction has gone through. I've been cleared and the judge has written to the chief constable about PC Scott."

"It's good to hear. How are things going in general?"

"Absolutely brilliant, sir. I'm enjoying the work and Mr Richardson is teaching me loads. I've got really into night school as well to catch up on schooling. There's just one thing I sometimes wonder about."

"What's that?"

"You remember when this all started and you gave me a caning, sir?"

"Yes. That cleared the account."

"In a way it did sir, but I was still lucky."

"Why is that?"

"Dad was still inside. If he'd been at home he'd have given me the belting of my life."

Mr Kaye immediately saw where this conversation might lead.

"Do you mean that you'd feel better if you had actually had that belting?"

"That's it, sir. I think I would, especially now that the appeal's over and that other business is cleared up."

"I've never used a belt and I'm not sure that I've got one that would be any use for the purpose."

"I've got the one Dad used to use, sir. I took it and hid it straight after he went inside last time because he'd given me a real old belting that wasn' t fair because I hadn't done anything. It's actually a strap that was for raising windows on old railway carriages."

Mr Kaye said, "I'll use if on you if you would feel better about it. We can' t do it in the big house though. When you were in trouble my wife was away. This needs to be private and we can't guarantee that she won't pop in."

"What about my rooms then, sir? I can lie on the bed, like I had to when Dad belted me."

Only a few minutes later, they were in Brian's bedroom over the stables and away from any prying eyes or eavesdropping ears. Brian took both pillows, doubled them over and placed them in the centre of his bed. Over them he placed a towel and then handed the strap to his employer. He turned to his employer and said, "Dad usually belted me after he'd been to the pub and so I was in pyjamas and when I took them off I was naked. He had me that way if it was daytime as well."

Mr Kaye didn't want it to be thought that he was taking advantage. He said, "He is your father, and I'm not."

"Actually, sir, after all that's happened, I feel a bit as though you're the father I would have liked to have. If you are ok about me being stripped off, I'd prefer it."

Mr Kaye was delighted at the possibility of the view of this lad completely naked. He replied, "I can reciprocate your feelings. I'm increasingly moving towards thinking of you as the son my wife and I were never able to have. If you feel it would be right to strip, then please do so."

Brian quickly removed his clothing, taking care to keep his back to his employer once his already expanding and hardening male organ was visible. He placed himself on the bed, over the pillows, a quick flick placing that same organ so that it would continue to expand upwards, a technique he had developed some years ago when he father belted him after struggling with it in the wrong place.

Mr Kaye looked at the fit young man lying in front of him. He, too, was aware of the reaction inside his trousers. That reaction was fuelled partly by his excitement at the naked body in front of him. He had been aware of such an attraction ever since his days at boarding school. However, he was also aware that he had a duty to do, a duty which he would enjoy to the fullest because he enjoyed giving corporal punishment and the use of the strap was a new adventure.

He raised the weapon and then crashed it down across the waiting rump.

Splatt!

Brian jumped and the full impact flooded through every nerve in his body. He fell back, slightly massaging his masculinity automatically as he did so. He felt better because of the cane and even more, he felt better because of that massage. He moved up and down slightly to enhance the effect.

As for his employer, he watched the area of impact redden ands felt the activity in his own groin increase. He recalled that he had ejaculated when he had last caned Brian and wondered whether that joy would be repeated. He waited for Brian to settle and then raised the strap again.

Splatt!

Again, Brian felt the surge of pain and the pleasure of the movement in his groin. He and his employer were both unaware of the pleasure of the other.

Splatt!

Splatt!

Splatt!

Splatt!

Vernon Kaye realised that he had not checked how many Brian's father would have given him or what the youth would regard as fair.

He said, "That's six. Do you think you ought to have more?"

Brian looked round. "It would have been at least twelve if he was sober and he might have given me two dozen or even more if he was drunk. I suppose something like eighteen would be right."

Vernon was happy. There was an open and willing invitation to continue the treatment. He glanced at the young man with the reddened rump. He was facing downwards and could not see him. He quickly adjusted his throbbing and expanding organ which had succeeded in trapping itself in a fold of his underpants. Then he took position and raised the strap.

Splatt!

He saw Brian jump, but was unaware that the movement was also having a masturbatory effect for the young man and he rose and fell on the folded pillow which was holding his seat in that higher position.

Splatt!

Splatt!

Splatt!

Splatt!

Splatt!

That was twelve, half way through the additional twelve which had been agreed as fair.

Brian moved gently up and down on his pillow, massaging his throbbing tool but hoping the movement was not enough for his employer to notice.

Vernon said, "That's twelve. Are you alright, Brian?"

"Could I just have a short break to give it a rub, please, sir?"

Vernon chose to chance his arm?

"When I was at school we sometimes rubbed each other's bottoms. I know it's not quite the same, but would you like me to give you a rub?"

Brian replied, "Yes, please."

He felt his employer's hands envelope his buttocks and sensuously move over them. It brought comfort to his raging seat and added excitement in his groin. This was an sensation Vernon independently experienced.

Then it was time for the final six.

Splatt!

Brian half regretted the pause. This new onslaught came with added effect. He bounced up and dropped back onto the pillow, the movement adding even more excitement to his inflated and throbbing member.

Splatt!

Brian gasped, feeling sure that he was going to come very soon.

Splatt!

Splatt!

Splatt!

This time there was no mistake. The first trickle of an ejaculation slipped onto the pillow. Brian moved to try to encourage it.

Then splatt! The final stroke.

Brian heard Vernon say, "That's it, Brian. I'll leave you to get dressed."

It was a relief for Brian. There was no way he could have held back or hidden that creamy surge which flooded onto the pillow! He was not to know that Vernon had gone out to prevent so heavy an uncontrolled surge that it could have flooded from his underpants to make a wet stain on his trousers.

Fifteen minutes later, they met again, now under control.

Brian said, "Thank you for being so understanding, sir."

Vernon replied, "I think the day you tried to sabotage my greenhouse was the best day in both our lives."


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