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School spanking did not stop at age 16
Part 11 – Polskie Pain

by SimonRed

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Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 05 Mar 2018


The story below is based on true events and real characters (who have been disguised)

Arthur is my neighbour, and he has been retired a decade and his flat shares my corridor on the ground floor and we help each other lots. My neighbour knows well that I am gay, and that I like younger guys, and also that I like to be spanked. He looks forward to going to the Polish Club at the weekend, sometimes on all three days, and he will meet Jozef a 60 year old working Polish guy who lives two floors up in our block. Of course when they go to the club they return in the early hours of the morning and are sometimes playful when they return, but usually I hear the doors open and close and quickly get back off to sleep.

This Saturday night (actually Sunday morning) was a little different because Arthur banged on my door and told me to come and meet someone. I pulled on my boxers to mitigate my nudity, unlocked my door, and went through to Arthur’s flat where as expected I found Jozef with a much younger Polish relative called Tomasz. Arthur knew I would find Tomasz attractive, and he reacted to me quite well, even in my boxers with my attempts to flirt with him not rebuffed. So quite a lot of drunken banter went on with Arthur trying to pair me up with the young Tomasz but I knew that would never happen although I could enjoy the moment, the pretence, maybe the dream of it.

At some point Jozef told to Tomasz, See Simon’s got a nice arse. and to reinforce the point he started hand-spanking my boxers. However, as someone with a lot of experience of CP I can tell the difference between playful pats on my posterior and actual spanking. Recognising Jozef’s skill I encouraged him and at Arthur’s suggestion I was led over to the dining table to bend over it. As this happened I decided to seize the moment and removed my boxers dropping them under the table and then I bent nude over the table properly, tight and with legs apart. Jozef started hand-spanking me with clear experience, covering my whole ass with well aimed slaps SSPPLLLAAAATTT, SSPPLLLAAAATTT, SSPPLLLAAAATTT, SSPPLLLAAAATTT, SSPPLLLAAAATTT, SSPPLLLAAAATTT.

As this was happening, Arthur went out of his flat and returned with a couple of bamboo sticks which had stood in the corridor between us since I took up last year’s Tomato plants. Use these, declared Arthur, Simon likes cane. Arthur was still drunk, and so was Jozef, but the chance to cane me was not going to be missed by the older Polish man. He wiped the sticks off with a tissue and a little of the Slivovica Vodka from the table, and I bent back over the table actually looking forward to being caned now that my bottom was warmed up.

CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK. Jozef caned my ass with a technique which confirmed my feeling that he was an experienced spanker. Then Tomasz waded into the beating having earlier appeared to be not really interested, mocniej, mocniej, spraw, by bolało * and with that Jozef upped the volume on my ass. CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK. I didn’t know what Tomasz had said but I initially liked the fact that he appeared to enjoy seeing me caned.
[*which translates to harder, harder, make it hurt.

The cane was hurting now, but within my experience, and with three people watching me I was enjoying this session. CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK. Arthur offered a fresh round of drinks and so I chose that moment to bid my goodbyes and walked still nude to my flat. I climbed back into my bed contemplating my rather delicious caned bottom and was soon asleep again.

About an hour later I was awoken by someone coming through my flat door, presumably I had forgotten to re-lock it. I rose from my bed nude and walked into Jozef and Tomasz in my hallway who were returning my boxers. Jozef wanted to check out that I was okay about the treatment they had given me, and I assured that it had been fun. Tomasz now changed from being a passive spectator to a participant and brandishing the two bamboo sticks he offered to cane me himself. I led them into my living room to discuss this development. When they were sat down I went into my bedroom and brought out a cardboard tube which contains four professionally made canes for spanking and I offered these to Jozef and Tomasz. Jozef took charge of these, and picked out a medium cane then told me to bend over. I assumed the position kneeling on the seat of my sofa with my hips resting on the top of the sofa back and I lowered my torso over the other side, presenting my bottom tight with legs wide apart. Jozef started using the cane CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK.

Twelve strokes delivered with a slow rhythm and perfectly placed; it would have been a joy to watch him at work, but it was certainly more painful being the recipient. Tomasz took some video on his phone, and as Jozef left to go back to Arthur’s Tomasz asked to stay to take some still pictures, which he did. Then he started massaging my bum whilst I was still bent over, and suddenly a stuck a finger and then two into my asshole. Before I knew it he had lowered his trousers and pants and was trying to stick his cock into me. I let him try for a couple of minutes as it gave me pleasure to feel his cock against my asshole. But I was too tight and he was too drunk so the fucking did not happen. I quickly turned around on the sofa and he stood between my knees whilst I grabbed his cock and he soon wanked off onto me. Then he left.

After five days Jozef knocked on my door to check if I was okay, and that my bottom was not injured. I told Jozef that the little canes he had used on me were fine, and I brought out a tube of longer canes which after showing him I left by the door ready to put away. Jozef urged me to come upstairs and reassure Tomasz, He is embarrassed about his behaviour towards you the other night and feels that he is has hurt you; maybe you could show him that isn’t the case. I agreed and told Jozef I would change and follow up upstairs; I didn’t mind showing Tomasz my bum, so I changed into t-shirt and boxers before I climbed up the stairs. When I arrived in Jozef’s flat not only was Tomasz there to greet me, but also his young friend Pawel. After exchanging pleasantries I was asked to show my bottom, so I removed both my t-shirt and boxers to stand nude in front of them showing my bottom. This aroused me, and even more so when Tomasz persuaded me to bend right over to show my bottom which he massaged and squeezed. Friend Pawel came up to me and appeared to be trying to hold me in position. Meanwhile, Jozef went out of the room and quickly returned with my long canes which he must of collected from my flat when he left earlier. I knew what was going to happen now, and whilst I was not exactly powerless to prevent it happening, I wasn’t particularly interested in stopping it.

Jozef went away again and returned with a wooden spanking horse, which very likely he had knocked up in the few days since he had first caned me. Jozef was very good at creating things out of wood, such as Window boxes, garden seats, shelves, and the spanking frame was not much more than a triangular trestle with adjustable legs and a padded top to lie over. I was led up to it and held nude over it ready to be spanked. Jozef pulled out the canes from my cardboard tube and chose a medium thickness cane. CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK. A dozen strokes delivered with the precision that Jozef had exhibited even when drunk. His pace was quite drawn out, but he wanted each stroke to be absorbed before he stepped forward to deliver the next. This was hurting more than the other night, but I still felt it was within my limits.

I was allowed to stand up after this dozen and given a drink. Tomasz and Pawel were obviously aroused by this spanking and having problems disguising the bulge in their trackie bottoms. Jozef then asked me to go back over the frame and the caning began again. CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK. Eighteen strokes, which was a struggle for me, but Jozef took his time, and let me go calm after any stroke that was a problem. Such sophisticated skill was awe inspiring and I almost forgot that it hurt like shit. Josef put the canes back in the tube and went downstairs to speak to Arthur. I leave it to your imagination as to what happened next, but I stayed bent over that frame whilst two hunky Polish guys pleasured themselves over my back.

Many weeks now passed but Arthur’s friend Jozef became more friendly towards me and it was clear that he had enjoyed caning me. Several times he mentioned that the lads Tomasz and Pawel wanted to watch me getting caned again, and I took this to be merely a device by Jozef to get me to agree to be caned again. He wasn’t mistaken if he thought I was more likely to bend over in front of Tomasz, but I tried not to show that he was on the right track.

Inevitably a Saturday night at the Polish club was followed by Vodka at Arthur’s flat and my sleep was disturbed. But I knew what to expect when I heard tapping on my door, and I rose and put on my boxers and went across to their little party. There were three lads sitting in a row on sofa, because Pawel’s brother Piotr had also come back from the Club. Arthur dispensed Slivovica Vodka which recently arrived Piotr had brought with him. It only took minutes before Jozef was tapping my backside with his hand and I didn’t hesitate to pull off my boxers and assume the position over Arthur’s dining table. SSPPLLLAAAATTT, SSPPLLLAAAATTT, SSPPLLLAAAATTT, SSPPLLLAAAATTT, SSPPLLLAAAATTT, SSPPLLLAAAATTT. Jozef gave about thirty hand spanks hard and well aimed and phone pictures taken by the lads showed quite a red ass when I got up to leave. I declined Jozef’s request for the canes; as much as I wanted to feel that cane again these guys were too drunk. I returned to bed making sure my door was locked.

The next day I got up in good time and gathered my kit before heading out to the gym. I enjoyed a good 70 minutes in the gym but when I went to shower I found the water had been turned off because of a leak in the main pipe. So I stayed in my kit and walked back with my usual clothes now in my bag. The walk back from the gym is one mile and it passes the little Polish Church which would probably be turning out just as I passed it; the Polish Club is just behind the Church. As I walked across the end of the road on which the Church is located I could see people milling about outside and Jozef must have spotted me because he called out to me, and Tomasz came walking quite fast to greet me. Come to the Polish Club, it is just opening. Yes the Polish Club did open just after Sunday Mass with lunch and drinking through the afternoon. But I need a shower, I replied, I have just been to the gym. Tomasz responded, You can shower at the club, I will help you. He smiled knowing that I would accept that offer. I knew from last night that Pawel and Piotr would soon return to Poland, and although Piotr had only just arrived in our town, he had been working for six months 200 miles away from his brother, and now they are spending a few days together before flying from Doncaster Airport to Gdansk. This afternoon there would be a party to send off the two Polish brothers.

I was led into the Club and showed to a bathroom suite with a couple of showers which artists performing at the club could use. Outside was a Pool Table in the middle of a small lounge; the rest of the club was on the floors below. Pawel and Piotr came into the lounge and Tomasz went downstairs. I took off my sports kit, not concerned about the two Polish boys seeing me nude and I went into the showers, again without attempting for any modesty. The showers worked well in spite of their age, but then Jozef who was on the Management Team of the club was also an expert plumber as well as a carpenter; there are no shortage of plumbers amongst the Poles in Britain at the moment. When I emerged from the shower I discovered my towel and my clothes to change into had been moved. Jozef had arrived in the room with Tomasz and beckoned me towards the Billiards table, and before I knew what was happening I was bent over the table, a couple of pillows placed under my torso. My legs were spread wide and Piotr and Paul were on each side of me holding me down.

Jozef declared, Piotr and Pawel want to give you a goodbye treat, and have asked me to deliver it to you. Bend Over. He may have used the term treat with irony, but it was something I was going to try and enjoy. As expected Jozef managed to produce a cane, although his wooden stick was not like any of bamboo sticks that I was familiar with; it was more solid and therefore heavier and its deep brown hue told of its age. CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK. The caning began and it started hurting from the first stroke. But any alarm I might have was calmed by the evident expertise of Jozef who timed each stroke to allow a little recovery before the next crashed into my cheeks. CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK. Jozef was also able to strike a new slot of flesh, or at least one that recovered from any previous hit. CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK. He paused after eighteen strokes, perhaps to consider ending my punishment, but I didn’t give any signal about trying to get up, and in all honesty I had not fought against Piotr and Pawel and their attempts to restrain me. So Jozef continued, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK, CRRAAAACKKK.

With twenty four stokes landed, Jozef checked my bottom and he was satisfied with his art. When I later saw photographs I couldn’t help but be impressed by the evenness of the cane line, their precision and correct horizontal orientation. Yes some were a little too dark, and maybe there were some small bleeds, but it was to him a very satisfactory result for a severe caning. He picked up his stick and marched out carrying it. I was still being held down by Pawel and Piotr, and now I slowly looked around the room to see other Polish lads had come into the room and witnessed my caning, even filmed it on their phones. Most of them now left, but those who remained now sought other pleasures and I remained over that table whilst this took place. Then I took a second shower and my clothes reappeared. I joined the party downstairs, and I knew that I would miss Pawel and Piotr, but Tomasz could still be my friend and maybe he would introduce me to other friends. I do not know how the caning Poles story will end.

 
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