Behind The Beaded Curtain Of A Sleazy ’70s Sex Shop - Sex Stories

Behind The Beaded Curtain Of A Sleazy ’70s Sex Shop

... two men. The presence of Sergeant Mark was making him nervous. After all, he was the cop who had fronted the raid on the premises. However, soon all three men were enjoying cans of frothy Watney Truman bitter while a Roberts transistor radio piped an offshore pirate station around the flat. “Sorry about the raid, Rick. It was orders, of course.” “It’s okay, Mark, I understand.” “The Super’s been ordering a crackdown. We’ll try and leave you out of the next round.” “Cheers, Mark. I think the raid terrified young Peter here.” Peter nodded and blushed. “Well, he certainly could have been more helpful.” “Really? PETER, IS THIS TRUE?” barked Rick. Peter wasn’t sure how to react, so he just shrugged his shoulders. “Yes, he wasn’t very cooperative,” said the sergeant, frowning. “Well, I’m sorry, Mark. I had no idea. Perhaps the lad should have a taste of my cane? He must learn to help the rule of law!” “Yes, Rick, a good caning would teach the lad some respect!” “In fact, Mark, maybe you could do the honours?” Peter’s jaw dropped as events started to move rapidly. Soon Rick returned from the bedroom with a swishy rattan school cane in his hands. He gave it to the sergeant. “A fine specimen!” the policeman exclaimed, “Just like the ones at my old school. Err, Peter, it has to be bare, I’m afraid.” Rick pulled a wooden chair into the middle of the room, commanding Peter, “Over!” Peter complied reluctantly. He was scared. Scared of the sergeant, and scared of Rick. More than ...

... anything, he was scared of that cane. He’d always assumed Rick was joking about having some canes. Evidently not! He hadn’t had the cane for several years, and now he was going to get it from the big, burly policeman! He decided to comply to the letter, in the hope of some clemency or maybe a reduction in the number of strokes. Sighing, he let his jeans fall, and then his less-than-clean string pants followed. The sergeant was enjoying the view, as was Rick. Their plan was working perfectly. Peter had been set up! The sergeant flexed the cane enthusiastically. He was going to enjoy this! SWISH-CRACK! The policeman sliced the whippy rattan down hard on Peter’s unblemished buttocks. A deep red line appeared. It was a good cane. It was a very good cane! Rick already knew it was a very good cane, as he sourced all his canes direct from the importer. The importer was only to happy to supply the sex shops with the finest of punishment implements. After all, they gave a higher profit than the school trade. SWISH-CRACK! Sergeant Mark whipped a second stroke down on Peter’s arse. The cheeks gave way as the cane sliced like a hot knife through butter. SWISH-CRACK! Peter gasped and wriggled as the assault continued. He was told to keep still by the sergeant, “unless he wanted extra!” He didn’t! Of that, Peter was sure! SWISH-CRACK! “YEEEOW!” Peter cried, just like a schoolboy. How gratifying that sound was. SWISH-CRACK! A fifth stroke slashed down. What an expert tormentor the sergeant was ...