The Portrait of a Strict Disciplinarian

New readers should start reading this novel at Chapter 1.  The chapters do not stand alone, but are sequential components of an erotic novel in which there are 36 chapters in all, which are intended to be read in numerical order. They will be posted at regular intervals. 

Brad had listened in amazed silence to this long, earthy exposition of how Simon had come to enjoy having his backside beaten as a prelude to sex. Simon was one of those men that called a spade a spade and did not flinch from saying clearly what he wanted. But he had also made it quite clear that he understood any relationship between the two of them would never again involve Brad’s arse being thrashed. Brad, after the painful episode of being thrashed by Simon, admitted to himself that when he had finally been fucked by him, he had truly enjoyed it; in fact, he had enjoyed it much more than he had ever done with any of his partners to date. Simon had shown himself to be an expert in the art of anal sex and had taken Brad to heights of ecstasy the likes of which Brad had never even dreamed existed, let alone experienced.

And so in the spirit of nothing ventured, nothing gained and wishing somehow to ensure the survival of the nascent relationship between Simon and himself, Brad said: “Look, Simon, I’ve never before beaten anyone in my life; in fact, I have never even held a cane my hand; so I have no idea whether I will do you justice or even rise to your lowest level of expectation. However, if that is really what you want me to do then I can but try.”

“Brad, believe me when I say that I appreciate your reluctance to submit yourself to the rigours of the cane, but I am relieved by the fact that you are at least willing to give wielding the cane a try. Anyway, for your maiden effort, I think it might be best if you beat me in private here in this bedroom, to avoid the critical eyes of the others.  Look I have a few canes in the cupboard over there; just let me select a suitable one and we can make a start.”

Brad was encouraged by Simon’s remarks and noted that he had used the word, relieved, which seemed to indicate that he too wanted to avoid their new relationship foundering before it had really begun. Brad also realised that he had already succeeded in convincing Simon that beating his arse again was a non-starter. He felt it prudent, as he had clearly won his case, not to tell Simon that he had enjoyed his first fuck so much that notwithstanding all he had just said to the contrary, he would have allowed him to continue beating him to ensure the longevity of their union. Such is the driving force of sex!  Simon handed Brad the cane he had selected and bent himself over the back of a chair and presented his

pair of muscular buttocks for punishment.

“Take your time, Brad; as it’s your first time, give me only nine cuts. However, don’t rush things and decide exactly where you want to place each stroke before you deliver it.”

Remember that both young men were still totally naked and as he eyed Simon’s arse, cane in hand, wondering where to begin, Brad suddenly found he had to admit to himself, that in spite of his initial reluctance, he now suddenly found himself looking forward to beating the naked arse in front of him. Simon had been right when he had said that many men had a hidden sadistic streak in their nature, which when given a chance, enabled them to take pleasure in inflicting pain on others. As he prepared himself, Brad felt his cock stiffening still further and saw that his precum emissions were increasing, merely in anticipation of what he was about to do to his partner’s arse. He knew even before he placed his first cut, that he was going to enjoy what he was about to do. But he felt apprehensive as he prepared to place his first stroke on what appeared to be a veteran pair of buns, for there were traces of an earlier beating still clearly visible. 

With nine strokes to deliver on this, his maiden venture, into the painful, but as he was soon to find out, very satisfying art of fustigation, he decided that he would begin at the bottom of his victim’s back and then lay on stroke after stroke, each as parallel to previous as he possibly could, to end at the top of Simon’s legs with the ninth and final cut. With Simon’s advice not to rush things still ringing in his ear, he took things slowly. He first laid the cane gently on the precise spot at the top of Simon’s buttocks where he proposed to place his first stroke and begin his initiation into the not-so-gentle-art of beating arse. He felt for all the world like a batsman at cricket waiting for the first ball of his innings as he raised the cane well above his right shoulder before bringing it down to mate with Simon’s waiting arse.

As the cane landed on its stationary target with what sounded to him like a deafening crack, it suddenly flashed through his mind that the cricket simile was somewhat inappropriate, as he was aiming for a fixed target rather than a moving ball, so the probability of a successful strike was much higher. For a moment he feared he had used too much force and might have broken Simon’s skin. But as he paused before preparing his second cut, he saw that characteristic, livid, red line start to appear, testimony of the efficacy of his first effort.

“Oh, well done, Brad; that really was a great first stroke; one down, eight to go, so keep up the good work. Something already tells me that you are a natural with the cane and that you will take to using it as a duck takes to water.”

Brad found this remark encouraging and buoyed by the obvious success of his first stroke, now went ahead and completed his initial assignment with equal vigour. He quickly found that he had a natural knack of placing the strokes exactly where he wanted them; and, as he stood back to admire his completed, nine-stroke, maiden masterpiece in all its graphic glory, he felt a great deal of personal satisfaction in that he had given Simon, his mentor, what, by any standards, had to be considered as a well-beaten arse. But what was more important, he knew and moreover admitted to himself that he had immensely enjoyed caning Simon on the bare. Any initial reticence he had had about wielding the cane was already gone.  And his own cock showed how much he had enjoyed that first act, by standing to attention and emitting a few drops of precum.

As Simon had said, many men had a hidden sadistic streak and find they enjoy inflicting pain on others. Well, that is exactly how Brad surprisingly now felt. And as he now looked down at his cock leaking like a tap with a worn washer in anticipation of the even greater pleasure to come, he realised what an exhilaratingly erotic and satisfying experience beating Simon’s arse had been; it was like a glass of champagne as a prelude to a magnificent dinner.  Judging from the state of his partner’s sexual arousal, as his cock too was still rock-hard and ready for action; Simon had also clearly enjoyed his beating. Although Brad did not know it then, that first consensual beating he gave Simon, was destined to condition his future career and have a profound influence the rest of his life.

Simon now showed his bent for telling things as they were: “Well, Brad, that was not all that difficult, was it?  Once you got into your stride, you laid the cane on like a seasoned professional. And, d’you know what? I have a strong suspicion that you actually enjoyed what you were doing. Frankly, I wouldn’t blame you in the slightest if you did; I always enjoy shredding another guy’s arse before I shaft it. In fact, for me personally, the combination of flagellation followed by anal copulation is one of the most exhilarating combination of pleasures life has to offer; and mutatis mutandis, whether beater and fucker or beaten and fucked, I adore them both equally and would hate to live without either.  But if your maiden attempt at beating has not made you change your mind about being beaten yourself, then I hope you will at least agree with me that fucking and being fucked are both two equally essential aspects of life’s single, greatest pleasure, without which any gay man and that includes both you and me, would find it hard to live. Of course, this excludes those of our sexual persuasion who prefer only to indulge in one of the two fundamental aspects of gay sex.” 

“Anyway, enough of my armchair philosophy and I now look forward with anticipation, as I hope you too do, to your claiming your reward for all the hard work you have put in in satisfying my perverted desire. In fact, Brad, I absolutely insist that you do your duty; and I see from the state of your cock that it totally agrees with me.  So kindly put it out of the misery of anticipation it has just endured, wondering, whilst you were skinning my arse, if its equivalent of place in the sun would ever come; go ahead and fuck me.”

Continued in Chapter 6