Private Tuition 4 Rev.

by Tim Anders <Timlovesjase@yahoo.com.au>

After his caning in Coach Harris's office Andy got dressed and joined his mates on the court. There was a lot of commiseration, even hugging and back slapping from the guys. Andy was well liked and they wanted to know why this cane wielding stranger had given him such a thrashing.

While Andy explained the circumstances, Barry and Guy were finishing setting up an oblong vaulting box with a padded top, which they had carried in from one of the other halls. It's height was adjustable, just perfect for the punishment of young offenders.

Andy's little mate rose to full capacity at the sight of Barry installing his own punishment horse. In fact, there was no-one in the group whose little mate didn't rise to attention for one reason or another. Either they fancied hunky, hairy Barry, or they were looking forward to the fireworks that were about to explode on his shapely, rugged bottom, or both.

Having finished, Barry walked up to Andy and stuck his hand out, "sorry, mate."

Andy took the hand, "me too."

Barry walked towards the Coach's office, not in the least embarrassed. On the contrary, he was proud of his body and enjoyed displaying it, no matter how humiliating the situation was, while the boys kept guessing what his punishment would be. Although he hadn't dobbed him in, Andy felt a little responsible for the painful lesson their captain was about to receive.

"Here comes the delinquent," said Harris, pointing to the naked Barry walking towards his office, "second time this year he's overstepped the mark, you know."

"Slow learner eh?" Craig enjoyed the view of this splendid specimen of maleness, beautifully built and in superb condition, a bit on the hirsute side maybe (Craig liked them smoother), but magnificent all the same. "What did he do last time?"

"Similar thing, exceeded his powers with a couple of the guys. It's happened more than once but they're all tight lipped about it. Normally I'd sack him, but he's a top notch player and there'd be an uproar from the guys, including the ones he's belted."

"Wow! Sounds like a real problem, mate. What did you do with him last time?"

"He got the belt. Two strokes each from the members of both teams. The guys agreed on that amongst themselves, to save him from the sack.."

"Twenty," said Craig, "very modest. Was that all?"

"Not quite, he got another 25 from me after that."

"Ok. - Has he tasted the cane yet?"

"Not yet. He's used it a few times on the guys with my permission, but I suspect he's also used it without. That's why I locked it away. Fat lot of use that was."

Barry had reached the open office door, "It's set up and I'm ready, Sir."

"Ok, go back and wait. We'll be there shortly."

"Yes, Coach."

Craig sized up the strong, shapely buns as Barry turned and strode back to the others, and his little mate was no longer little. Yes, he was going to enjoy displaying his skills on those targets. "Well, I'm ready, too," he said with a big grin.

Harris grinned back, "let's go - I'll bet they're all keen to meet you."

Barry stood in the prescribed 'awaiting punishment' stance, feet well apart, hands by his side - while the two teams were discussing and speculating on the likely verdict. They all fell silent, when the Coach raised his hand,

"Ok, guys, I'll make this brief because we've still got some business to deal with," he gave Barry a quick glance, causing a few uneasy chuckles. "I want you all to meet Craig here, who'll be in charge of discipline from now on. I know some of you were a bit wary of the change, but you all accepted corporal punishment as a condition of your membership, and I'm sure you'll find the new discipline system less disruptive and more effective. Any questions?"

"Yes," one piped up, "I hope I won't get the stick for this," (jovial laughter all round), "why Craig? I mean, who is he, and what does he know about basket ball, or corporal punishment?"

"I'll answer that," said Craig. "No, mate, you won't get the stick - at least not for asking the question" (nervous laughter). He then briefly outlined his impressive academic record and continued, "I'm a Rugby man myself, as you can probably tell," (more laughter), "but I know enough about basketball, or any other balls," (increasing mirth) "to tell which is which. As for what I know about CP, I've had years of experience and hundreds of thank-you-letters," (great hilarity), "and I'll be demonstrating my expertise with the cane in a moment."

Another questioner, "who decides on our punishments?"

"I have some discretion, depending on the situation," he looked at Coach Harris who nodded in agreement, "but on the whole, my job is to administer whatever your coach has ordered."

"So if he orders ten on my shorts, that's what I'll get?"

"If he orders that, he clearly doesn't know the rules, mate, because canings are not only bare-bum, but bare everything. In other words, you'll strip off completely. As for how many, let's say, you'll get what's been ordered unless you give me reason to increase it.

Another hand went up. "Is it cane only from now on? What about the belt?"

"The cane is the most effective way of getting through to thick skinned fellas like you lot," (chuckles), "but recalcitrants will discover that it stings even better when their bum's been pre-heated with the belt. So, yes, the belt can be an addition, if I see fit."

Ray wanted to know, "will there be no more punishments during training, then?"

"You wish, mate!" (Laughter). "Over to Coach Harris to explain the procedure."

Harris explained, "instant discipline is three strokes on your bare bum out here in full view of everybody, and you lose your shirt, as always. If that doesnt - "

"So where does Craig come in?" Ricky interjected.

"I was coming to that. You commit a more serious offence or get caned more than once in a training session, you'll get a ticket to take to Craig and return it to me with his signature within a week."

There were more questions, all fairly similar but the general drift was clear. In the end most of the guys agreed the new regime was tough but fair.

Craig inspected the punishment horse with delight, commenting he might order one for his 'private studio', which caused a few more nervous chuckles.

"Ah, yes," he said, "in case you wonder, all my courses involve sore bums, and anybody starting with me gets an initial taste of things to come in the shape of at least three strokes of the cane. So, I want you guys to strip down to nothing and line up now to sample my handwriting."

Andy looked appalled, "but - "

"Don't worry, mate, your bum's safe, seeing you've already had your dose of the cane - at least for the moment," (nervous chuckles) "but you may as well strip off and show us what you got. Can't have you feeling out of place amongst all these bare arses."

Andy stripped off with the others who used the opportunity to inspect the pink stripes across his bum. Craig walked up to him and turned him around, "bend over and let's see." He lovingly ran his hand over Andy's striped bottom, "remember how these stripes got here?"

"Yes," said Andy.

"Stand up and tell us how."

Andy straightened up, "I got the cane." His little mate on its way up again.

"Remember what it looks like?"

"Sure do."

"Ok, go and get it."

"- and bring the belt, too," said the Coach.

Andy felt a little exposed and embarrassed, having to walk naked to Harris's office to collect the 'educational aids', but he quickly got over that and returned with cane and belt, handing them to Craig and the coach, as requested.

Coach Harris clearly liked Craig's style, and it seemed most of the guys did, too, as a couple of grumblers were quickly silenced, and in no time Craig had a row of naked, strapping 18-24 year olds waiting to have their bottoms spanked. Some of them were sporting impressive erections, causing much mirth among the others who didn't seem to be all that far behind.

"Looks like we're going to have fun," Craig said, eyeing them off. His bulging crotch left no doubt about his predilection. They all giggled, some in nervous anticipation, others from embarrassment.

"However, before we get to the fun part, we'll have to deal with the serious matter of punishment," said Craig, looking at coach Harris for some guidance regarding Barry.

"Right," said Harris, "Barry!"

Barry stepped forward and stood in the centre, looking at Harris.

"You have, for the second time this year, exceeded your authority, behaved like a bully, broken several other rules, and I won't even speculate on the cases I didn't find out about. Clearly, I was too lenient with you last time and your punishment has to be made more memorable. You'll get your arse warmed by the guys with the same belt, three strokes each. Craig will deliver the rest of your punishment, 18 strokes of the cane."

A murmur went through the ranks, only a few had ever been given that many, and certainly not in addition to a belting.

"You'll also report to Craig once a week for 12 strokes of the cane. I'll review your record at the end of semester and decide for how much longer."

Barry blanched. The guys had fallen completely silent. This was unheard of! But, many of them had suffered from Barry's imperious bullying at some stage or other and somehow felt the retribution was just and timely, no matter how brilliant he was on the court.

"Is there anything you want to say?"

"Yes Sir, I accept my punishment as fully deserved."

"I trust this will discourage any further delinquency from you."

"Yes, Coach."

"Get over the horse or whatever it is, then."

Barry stepped forward and bent over the box, gritting his teeth. He knew several of the guys had a grudge against him and this was going to hurt a lot.

"Spread your legs," ordered Harris, and Barry obeyed. His feet were now at either side of the box, his hands had found a couple of openings along the sides just under the upholstery edge, which were used for carrying.

Harris gave Andy the belt, "three strokes, and make them good, then hand the belt to the next one and you all know what to do. Ok. Start now."

Andy laid on the belt with some gusto, and three angry red bands appeared immediately on Barry's buns. He handed the belt to the next one in the line of naked boys, who laid on the next three and then handed it on, and so forth, till the whole thirty strokes were applied and Barry's bum looked just red all over.

Barry hardly made a sound during the ordeal, except for drawing his breath audibly through his teeth, and an occasional grunt. His white knuckled hands were firmly holding on to the grip holes, his feet stayed in the same position right through, his bum cheeks were visibly moving, as if to try and avoid the full impact of the lashes thundering down on them.

Craig had a quiet word to Harris while this went on, and as soon as the last belt stroke landed on Barry's buns, Harris ordered him to stand up and face the group. "You can rub your bum now," he added, and Barry made immediate and vigorous use of that permission. His face showed the strain of the ordeal and the worry about what was still ahead of him.

Craig slashed the air a few times with the cane, "ok guys, your turn now, so I can practice for the main event, and Barry can see what's in store for him before he gets his caning. Who's gonna be first?"

Stunned silence, everyone looking at everyone else. Craig liked the looks of these well-built, fit and naked young men, looking a little apprehensive. "Come on, no _f_u_c_k_ing around, or I'll handpick you and you get five each instead of three, I'm counting to ten. One - two - thr--- "

"Can I be first, please." It was Guy who had helped Barry set up the box.

"Good man," said Craig, "everybody else stays where they are now, anyone moving out of line gets double." There was some mumbling, but they stood in a line. "Is that it?" Some heads were nodding. "I want an answer."

"Yes, Sir!" came from several of them.

"Once more, all together."

"Yes Sir!" they shouted.

"Ok then, first one." Guy stepped forward. "What's your name?"

"Guy Jackson, Sir."

"Pleased to meet you, Guy." They shook hands. "Bend over, spread your legs, hands on your knees, and don't move till I tell you."

Guy got into position and the cane slashed into his backside three times with brief intervals. The only noise he made was a grunt at each stroke.

"Ok, you can get up now, mate. Next!"

Guy straightened up with a surprised look on his face, his hands immediately went to his burning buns, and he rubbed them furiously.

Next in line was Darren who felt just a little responsible for helping Andy into the trouble he'd been in. He looked a bit nervous, although Craig was quite unaware of the story and probably wouldn't have penalised him for it anyway. "Darren Holt," he announced himself.

"Good to meet you, Darren," said Craig, shaking hands. Darren, without being asked, assumed the position he had seen Guy take before. "I like a man with initiative," Craig was obviously pleased. "I hope the rest of you are taking note," after which he proceeded to deliver three stingers to Darren's bottom, the last of which made him yelp. "Ok, get up, mate. - Next!!"

Like Guy before him, Darren had a somewhat surprised look on his face. He also had tasted the 'yellow peril' before, but this was a new experience. no wonder Craig talked about his 'handwriting', it certainly had a style all of its own. Darren resolved he'd try not to get too close to it in the future, if he could help it.

The next candidate stepped forward, and the procedure was followed as before, until both teams stood there, rubbing their bottoms, some with slightly watery eyes and surprised or stunned faces, but fairly soon they were all grinning and joking, glad it was over.

"Right," said Craig, "that's given you a fair idea, of what happens if you get a ticket to see me, only it's likely to be more than three if you do. Now I want you all to turn round and bend over, so I can inspect the damage I've caused."

They all did and Craig had a wonderful view of a whole row of muscular manly backsides of various shapes and sizes, but each of them _s_e_x_y and appetising in its own way. He took his time wandering down the line, followed by Harris, who also seemed to enjoy the spectacle, judging by the suspicious, if hardly noticeable, bulge in the front of his track pants.

Each bottom was closely examined by Craig running his fingers over the welts he had created, and noticing with satisfaction that he had once again managed to make an impression without causing major injuries, a special skill, or art, he prided himself in.

"Ok," he said, "straighten up and turn around again, guys! Time to witness punishment."

Several dicks responded to that almost immediately, others were a little slower, but there was an air of anticipation, which seemed to excite them.

"Can we get dressed now?" someone asked.

"What for?" Craig retorted, "you embarrassed by your stiffie? Look around, mate, you're not alone. I'll even show you mine, if it makes you feel better," and he moved his hand as if to do it. This caused a lot of hilarity, and even Barry, whose little mate was at a half mast position, couldn't help smiling at the situation.

"Besides," Craig added, leaving no doubt about his _s_e_x_ual alignment, "I'm rather partial to naked young spunks like you guys. You wouldn't want to deny me the pleasure now, would you?" The last words came out with a fake menacing voice and a swish of the cane, causing further amusement. "No, I thought not."

He turned to Barry. "Well, Barry, mate, your moment of truth has arrived. Step forward."

Barry stood in front of Craig, as ordered, his penis was fully rigid by now.

"Are you ready to receive your punishment?"

"Yes, Sir, I'm ready."

"What is your punishment?"

"18 strokes of the cane, Sir."

"Do you deserve to be punished so severely?"

"Yes Sir, I deserve it."

"That," Craig slightly touched Barry's dick with the cane, "is not likely to stay like this by the time I've finished."

"No, Sir."

"Ok, get back over the punishment horse, same position as before."

"Yes, Sir." Barry turned and bent over the box, as ordered, feet and hands in the same position, his face turned to one side.

"I want you to count out loud each stroke."

Barry raised his head, "yes, Sir."

"Good. Start counting." WHACK

"One!" Barry shouted in a very tense but controlled voice.

WHACK, WHACK, WHACK

There was a gasp, followed by "Four!"

THWACK, CRACK

Aaargh! "Six!" Barry's voice sounded a little less confident. His bottom showed six angry red stripes, and Craig decided to let them 'sink in' for a moment. He swished the cane, making Barry's bottom twitch in anticipation, but the cane only sliced the air, not his buns.

THWACK, CRACK, WHACK.

"Owowow!!! Nine!" Barry was now shouting on the top of his voice

"Half way mark. Am I getting through to you?" WHACK "Am I?"

"Arrrgh, yes, Sir, TEN!"

"Good!" WHACK, CRACK

"OOOWWWAAARGH!! Twelve, PLEASE!!" Barry was close to tears now. The guys watching had become very silent and, strangely, some little mates were clearly in decline at the thought of their owners possibly finding themselves in a similar position in the future.

THWACK, THWACK, CRACK

"FIFTEEN, OWOWOW! Please, I can't take any more!" Barry was no longer worried about 'losing face'.

Craig was pleased he was getting through to him. "Oh yes, you can!" WHACK

"AARRGH - SIXTEEN! I'll never break the rules again!!" Things were getting desperate

"That's the general idea." WHACK

"OOWOWOWAARGH - SEVENTEEN!" Barry was clearly sobbing now.

"Won't be long." CRACK

"EIGHTEEN," his whole body twitched from sobbing, tears were streaming down his face, his bottom was on fire, and it showed.

Craig walked up to Barry, touched his burning buns and said, "it's over, mate, you've taken it well. Get up when you're ready." Somehow, all of a sudden he felt a kind of compassion and respect for Barry, and he wanted him to know that.

He turned to the others, "ok, guys, show's over. Get dressed and go home, and I hope you've learned something from tonight's events." They all got dressed fairly quietly, as Barry slowly stood up and rubbed his bottom, his face showing clear signs of distress. He turned to Craig and offered him his hand, which Craig took. "Sorry it had to be done, mate."

"I know," said Barry, swallowing hard, "thank you."

Craig gave him a big hug and patted his sore buns, much to the amazement of the onlookers who were just about dressed and ready to leave. "You better get dressed," he said to Barry, "looks like the caretaker is about to kick us out."

Barry walked somewhat stiffly to Coach Harris and shook his hand, too, apologising once more, and then went to the office to get dressed.

"That was impressive," said Harris. "I think the guys will watch their steps after this."

"Good, I don't really want a huge increase in visitors to my office."

"You'll get Barry once a week."

"That's ok, I can handle him, just don't create too many more season tickets, will ya."

"You think I went over the top with that weekly thrashing?"

"Not at all, it'll be a regular reminder for him."

Barry was dressed and ready to go, "when do I have to come and see you next week?'

"Give us a ring in the morning. If I'm not there, Ivar will give you a time. You got my number?"

"Yes, Coach gave it to me when we were first discussing the new arrangements. Didn't think I'd be a customer so soon."

"Whose fault was that?"

"I know, sorry, I wasn't complaining."

"Hey listen, when you come for your weekly punishment, I want you to come appropriately dressed in tight shorts, the shorter and tighter the better."

"In this lousy weather?"

"Sure, part of the punishment."

"Whatever you say."

"Glad we understand each other. See ya next week then."

"See ya." and Barry was off.

"Now, where's Andy, or has he gone?" Craig was looking around.

"I'm still here," said Andy who'd been hanging back as the others were leaving, hoping to have a word with Craig.

"You want a lift home?" Craig asked.

"I'd like to, but I've got my bike outside."

"So what're you hanging around here for?"

"I just wanted to know if you're still mad with me for coming here tonight."

Craig put his arms around him, "listen, mate, you've been punished for that, so it's forgotten, ok?" Andy responded by throwing his arms around Craig and kissing him on the cheek. "Hey, watch it, we're not alone, mate. Harris is just locking up, let's get out of here."

Outside the building, as they were walking in the relative darkness of the near empty car park, Craig put his arm around Andy, "sure you don't want a lift?" He was horny as hell.

Andy snuggled into Craig's strong arm, his little mate was begging for attention, "I told you, I got my bike. Can't leave it here, it'll get nicked for sure. Can we fit it in the boot?"

"Not unless it's a folding bike, mate." They'd stopped walking, holding each other close. "I want you, mate, I'm randy as hell," and he kissed Andy whose arms went around Craig's body, holding on tight.

"I want you too, mate," Andy's voice was hoarse, "but I can't afford to lose the bloody bike."

They heard steps and started walking towards the bike rack. "See ya later, guys," Coach Harris shouted cheerfully as he walked past and on to his car.

"Yeah, see ya," they both replied. Andy unlocked his bike and, as he turned around, Craig put his hand on Andy's rigid dick. "Mine's as hard as yours, mate."

Andy's hand went down to check, "fancy that," he joked, "what are we going to do with him?"

Craig slapped his backside, "if you want to be a smart-arse, I may have to spank your _s_e_x_y bottom again," he grumbled, nuzzling Andy's ear, which kept heightening Andy's and his own arousal. Andy's bike dropped to the ground, their mouths found each other again, and their kisses grew more and more passionate.

Harris tooted his horn as he drove away, but they didn't hear him or, if they did, they were past caring. Belts and flies were undone, jeans and briefs dropped, and they exercised each others beef bayonets, kissing furiously until the big release, which didn't take long to arrive.

They kept clinging to each other for a little longer but soon became aware of the cool air on their exposed middles. Craig was the first to speak. "Geez, mate, you're incredible."

"You're not so bad yourself, but I'm getting cold," Andy replied as he pulled up his pants and Craig followed suit. Eventually they kissed each other good night and left.

As Andy rode home, his bum was not comfortable on the hard bike saddle, but remembering the cause of his sore bottom, his little mate started stirring again. Possibly another workout might be indicated before 'lights out', he speculated. As soon as he got to his room, he stripped off and, for the second time today, inspected his backside in the long mirror.

Hmm, those stripes didn't look as angry as they felt, but no way they'd disappear by morning when he'd have to front up for training at the pool, not to mention the showers afterwards. He decided not to wear his favourite next-to-nothing-Speedos tomorrow, but a more substantial, 'decent' pair of bathers, which his Mum had bought him a while ago. He hated them, but they might just be useful on this occasion.

As it turned out, nobody noticed during training, but as soon as they hit the showers, one of the guys slapped Andy's bum, "hey what happened to you, mate? Been a naughty boy eh? Did Daddy spank yer bottom?"

Although it was not in Andy's nature, he hit back, and next thing they were wrestling on the floor, with the gang looking on. Andy pinned his opponent down and won, which was good for his morale, but exposed his backside for everyone to admire the traces of last night's ordeal.

Listening to the comments from the other guys, he realised he had to admit he had been spanked. "Ok, so I got my arse tanned, so what?" he announced with a certain amount of bravado, "I deserved it and I got it. Anybody got a problem with that?"

"No mate, no problem at all. I get spanked all the time, just ask Jeff," the guy Andy had just subdued wrestling spoke up, "don't know why you're so sensitive about it."

Several others patted him on the back, telling him it was nothing to be ashamed of, especially if he, as he himself had said, deserved it. Some even assured him that they themselves knew all about the sting of the cane. They didn't specify how and why, but it made Andy feel a lot better to realise he was not the only one getting his bottom spanked.

Somehow it felt like he'd 'come out' to a whole lot of good mates, and having that weight off his chest was a wonderful feeling. He wouldn't have to be concerned any more if, as was very likely, his backside was to feature stripes in the future.

Andy attended his lectures and then prepared himself for his first real private tutorial with Craig. As much as his backside dreaded what was highly likely to happen to it, his little mate was looking forward to meeting up with that spunky Craig again.

However, things didn't quite work out the way he'd hoped or imagined . . .

to be continued (Comments are welcome)