Getting to the bottom of the caning which changed my life. - Sex Stories

Getting to the bottom of the caning which changed my life.

... matter-of-factly untied my dressing gown and helped me out of it. Surprisingly, instead of panicking, I started to relax a little. I found it a lot easier with him helping me through this than than doing it myself. He unbuttoned my top and laid it on the gown. Now the moment I was so terrified of. I closed my eyes as I felt his hands fumble to undo the cord of my pyjama pants. They didn't fall down, and I felt them being slowly pulled down over my bottom, they slid all the way down to my ankles. He told me to step out of them. The cold air made my skin prickle and pull tight, I had never felt so naked and vulnerable in my life. My penis stiffened a little and I shuddered, I was now shaking like a leaf. His hand pressed gently on the small of my back and guided me out to the centre of the towels. "Stand up straight and put your hands by your side." I knew there was now no escape. I fixed my blurry focus on a clock on the far wall, I could feel his eyes devouring every inch of my nakedness, but I didn't hate it the way I thought I would, instead I realised with a mixture of self-disgust and excitement that I was becoming sexually aroused. Perhaps after seventeen years, I suddenly felt like I had a body that I existed. My body was being acknowledged, my burgeoning sexuality appreciated. It was as if all the sexually dehydrated pores of my naked skin were being resuscitated by his avid gaze. "If you co-operate, Timothy, it will all be over in ten minutes, now turn around." He ...

... picked up the cane and stood behind me. I felt it its smooth hardness gently run down my sway-back and brush over the curve of my firm bottom."Get down down on your hands and knees." And then suddenly it all came back to me, the time my mates and I had discussed the wild rumour that a prefect had once been made to get down on-all-fours stark naked and flogged with a wet cane to make it more painful. When Brother Martin was finished with him he could barely walk. But we'd reckoned it was just an urban myth and besides, even if it had happened, he'd deserved it. He had been a caught masturbating another boy. I got down on my hands and knees in the middle of the towels, and there was now no holding back the tears. "Put your head right down please." I felt the end of the cane pressing down firmly across my neck. "I want your chest pressed down hard against the floor and your bottom right up in the air. " I pressed my face against the stiff, starched towelling. "Now push you bottom right up for me... good boy, that's it, push it right up." I tilted my bottom up and out so far, it was killing the small of my back. "Good... now keep it up." The cane tapped on my bottom. "Open your legs wide, or you'll fall over." The smooth rounded tip of the cane traced a line up my inner thigh. When it slid between my taut buttocks, I gasped in shock and I began to shake uncontrollably. I felt my penis growing heavy beneath me. I winced, I was mortified, right now weird sexual sensations were the ...