Thrashed At Dawn

Author: Nikolaige nikolaige@yahoo.com

Thrashed at dawn
A partly true story by nikolaige@yahoo.com

It was after my twenty first birthday party, when twenty one was still when one legally came of age.

My birthday is on the 22nd of June and the time was about 4a.m. on the 23rd. The party had been
great but somehow I felt that my coming of age needed "marking" in some more physical fashion, so
I decided to go for a walk in the nearby Forestry Commission woods, and perform a kind of secret rite
in a clearing I knew of at the bottom of what had once been a stone quarry.

It was still dark, in fact very dark because it was a warm drizzly night with quite a thick fog enveloping the contryside. My parents lived in a large late 18th century house and for a year now I had been living in a separate appartment which had been prepared for me in the converted coach house, so I could slip out
un-noticed without any problems and I knew my mother would not call me before mid-day so no-one
need know of my dawn rite.

I set out towards the woods using my old school cane which I had kept as a souvenir of my time as a prefect, like a blind man's stick so as not to stumble over anything or fall
into a ditch  .It didn't take me long to reach my destination which was about a mile from home....the
quarry was completely surrounded by new growth conifers but its sides had remained covered with
young birch trees and mountain ash and on its floor there were clumps of rhododendron which were
in full flower even though as yet I couldn't see them.

Right in the middle of the quarry there was quite a large clearing with one large ash tree growing at its centre....it was here that I was bound. Once there I took off all my now damp clothes and shoes and socks. The feel of the cool drizzle on my bare skin and of the soft moss under my feet was delicious! I then began "marking" my twenty one years
onto my bare bum with the help of my cane.....I don't know if you've ever tried to cane yourself....but
it is quite difficult although it can sting reasonably.

The first stroke was remakably successful and I gasped as my cock began to swell...with an expert flick of the wrist learn't from playing squash I wacked down another two in quick succession the contrast between the mild sting of the cane and the cool rain was very exciting. I was just about to give myself a fourth stroke when my heart missed a beat as I heard deep bass voice from the misty shadows saying "It looks as if you could do with a little help lad."

I turned towards the direction of the sound ,heart pounding and saw a tall figure coming through the now grey swirls of mist that filled the clearing. I felt such a fool as well as quite frightened and muttered something like:

 " I never expected to meet anyone here at this time of day....I'm awfully sorry"

"You needn't be, lad you're not doing anything wrong as far as I can see. I came up here this early
because we've been having a lot of trouble with poachers recently and you certainly don't look like a
poacher!"

It was now begining to get light and I could make out the features of the man who was obviously the
gamekeeper. He looked about 35 but could have been younger and was  pretty tall, I should say about
6ft 4in with thick dark hair, a bushy moustache and a few days growth of stubble on his rather
chiseled face. He smiled showing a set of splendid white teeth under his moustache and continued:
"I was quite serious in offering to help you out with whatever you're doing you know. If you think
you deserve punishing......I think a good caning or similar an excellent way to set one's conscience at
rest."

This was my chance not to have to admit that I had been beating myself for the shear pleasure of it so
I hastily said.

 "Oh Sir I should be very grateful....you see I've been rather stupid.....Yeterday I ran my Mum's new
car against a gatepost and scratched it rather badly....but I told her that it had been done by  some idiot
in the pub carpark...of course she believed me but I feel really rotten about it....and so I was trying to
punish myself in the good old fashioned way but as you saw it wasn't really working."

"Well its a bit of luck I came along isn't it? One thing though I decide on the method of punishment
and the number of strokes,O.K."

"Sure ." I said wondering exactly what he meant.

 "Good! For a start that canes no darn good...its too short and too thin for maximum effect......"
I looked a bit surprised wondering how a gamekeeper could be an expert in caning!

 " Oh, don't worry I know a thing a two about caning.....I was caned regularly at the village school by
headmaster Cribbins, and I can tell you he knew how to lay it on pretty hard: six of the best bare from
him kept you sleeping on your tummy for at least a week! But I learn't the finer art of beating, at my
expense naturally, from old farmer Higgs.....do you know him?"

I nodded thinking it odd that little old farmer Higgs could have ever beaten anyone.

"Oh, I know you wouldn't think it now but farmer Higgs was a wiry little devil twenty years ago, and
if he caught anyone playing around in his hay barn he went really spare and had developed what I
have come to believe an ideal technique for beating the offenders with his "cowstick" which was
always made of fresh ash sapling......like these growing here." He said bending over and cuting off an
ash sapling about six foot long which as he continued with his story he began to strip down and cut to
a length of about 4ft or thereabouts.

"I was only caught in the hay once. I and my mate Bob had been to the circus and we wanted to try to
imitate the acrobats we had seen and where better to do that, than jumping off the haybales in farmer
Higgs's barn. We chose a Thursday because Thursday was then, as now Market day, and farmer
Higgs went to buy and sell cattle every week and then stayed in the pub until late so the coast should
have been clear. But unknown to us, an auctioneer's strike had cancelled the cattle market that week
and we'd only been in the barn about ten minutes when we heard the door being locked.......and there
was Farmer Higgs pocketing the key thus cutting off any escape route with his "cowstick", freshly
prepared the previous evening for the supposed market, in his other hand. Well to a cut a long story
short, as my "cowstick" is nearly ready for action now, He made us strip naked then he tied Bob's
hands together and threw the end of the long piece of rope he had used over the barns cross beam, he
then told Bob to stand face to the central support, which was a sort of roughly hewn tree-trunk, and
pulled the rope up so that Bob was forced to stand on tip-toe, pulling his arse-muscles nice and tight,
then he put a half-crown between Bob's arse cheeks and said: "Now you keep that there half-crown in
position while I thrash you and you can have it.......but if you let it fall on the ground I'll be giving
you another six strokes with me "cowstick" every time it falls." Then he took off his jacket and rolled
up his sleeves showing his sinewey arms with light covering of gold hairs and began flexxing the ash
"cowstick". He the proceeded to deliver six of the most devastating strokes imaginable.....poor old
Bob screamed his head off and squirmed desparately trying not to let the half crown slip from
between his arse cheeks...and he succeeded. Watching all this was terrifying but also rather exciting
and I felt my immature cock stiffening with every stroke Bob recieved. But then it was my turn I can
still feel the fire in my bum now after twenty years whenever I think of that Thusday....especially as
my half-crown fell ringingly onto the rough wooden floor at the sixth stroke  so I ended up getting
twelve! Oh, yes farmer Higgs knew a thing or to about thrashing boys! And that's how I learn't to
deal with young poacher's and the like without calling in the police which is such a waste of time
besides being absolutely useless as a deterrent"

"Wow" I gasped "I'm not so sure that I want you to help me after all" I lied. In fact the gamekeeper's
story had got me extremly excited as my roaring hard-on witnessed.

"It seems a pity to let this "cowstick" of mine go to waste though, does'nt it?" said the gamekeeper
flexing the viscious weapon he had prepared.

"That there cock of yours seems to agree with me as well." he continued laughingly tapping my
errection with the end of his "cowstick".

"O.K. Sir but where are you going to string me up and how?"

"No problem lad we'll use my belt to pull you up to that branch" he said indicating the first branch of
the ash tree in the middle of the now quite light clearing, which was about 7ft from the ground. "But
I'd like you to undo it for me and as my trousers are soaking wet you can get them off too! But first
down on your knees and take off my boots!!"

I was quite surprised at the sudden change in his tone the bass voice had assumed a harsh edge to it
and the rather exciting order was clearly not to be disobeyed. I sank to my knees on the soft moss and
as the gamekeeper leant against the ash tree I pulled off his wellington boots. "Now my socks!" he
barked.  "Yes, sir." I answered pulling off his none too clean workman's socks revealing his large
white hairy feet. "O.K. belt and Trousers next!" I betook my hands to his belt and found my face
inches away from a very imposing looking bulge in the wet blue cotten trousers......this was getting to
more exciting than my wildest dreams!

I fumbled with his belt and withdrew it from the trouser loops and gave it to the guy towering over me whom I now considered my master. Then I undid his flies one by one very aware of the hard monster they concealed.

He was wearing 'y' fronts which too were soaking wet so I still could not see what I what I now desparately wanted. I peeled the wet cotton trousers down his rock hard hairy treetrunk sized thighs, thrilling to bursting point at the feel of their unusually coarse and abundant covering of hair. This was one hell of a guy and if his arms were as big and strong in proportion as his legs I was going to get one hell of a thrashing.......but now I wasactually looking forward to it, and my bum was tingling with the anticipation of the stripes of fire it
would shortly be feeling.

"That's fine lad but even if you're clearly a bit of a toff, I'm democratic so now you will remove my
jacket and shirt........and then lastly before proceeding to your punishment my underpants as well."

I stood up and put my hands on the lapels of his jacket, looking up into his hard prickly looking
face.....no smiling now just a hard glint in his dark brown eyes whilst drops of rain dripped off his
moustache. As I pushed his jacket back over his bulging shoulders he suddenly darted his face onto
mine and kissed me scratchily on the mouth......I yielded to his probing tongue partly in surprise and
partly in ecxtasy.....

"Just to show there's no hard feeling lad although I must admit I'm feeling hard myself and I can see
you are!" He said more gently.

"Thank you, Sir." I replied, pulling his jacket off all together. Then I began to unbutton his striped
cotton shirt.....each button exposed a larger expanse of muscular hairy chest. When I had got it off
completely I was able to admire the full splendour of an atheletic hairy torso and two massive
strong-looking arms covered with coarse dark brown curly fur.

"That's enough gawping take down my pants but use your teeth instead of your hands!"

 I knelt down again and took hold of the waist band of the 'y' fronts in my teeth I could smell the
musk of aroused malehood and as I pulled downwards, the biggest cock I'd ever seen rubbed across
my face leaving a trail of pre-cum from my nose to my forehead. I can't describe how I wanted to
taste that cock then and there.....but I wasn't allowed to.....not yet.

"Now ,boy" said my master stepping out of his underpants "lets get you strapped up....tie my belt
round your wrists........that's the way......and now there's just enough play to tie this to the branch and
get you nicely streatched on tip-toe" So saying he pulled me into postion against the cool wet trunk of
the ash-tree.

 "And now instead of a half-crown you can hold my penknife between youre arse cheeks...its nice and
flat but its quite heavy so there's a good chance of you dropping it and earning youself at least one
extra dose......oh, and by the way as you are not a small boy my stroke unit will be twelve instead of
six."

As he informed me of this alarming condition now that I was powerless to escape he picked up the
"cowstick" which he had put down during the undressing ceremony and swished it menacingly a
couple of times to get the feel of its weight and balance.

"I shouldn't be surprised if I carry the marks of my twenty first birthday for a lifetime!" I thought to
myself as the hairy giant of a gamekeeper finished his preparations.

He laid the ash -stick across my dripping buttocks  ensuring that he was far enough away for the the
final four inches of the viscious stick to curl round the far side of my arse thus covering the maximum
area with each projected stroke.It felt smooth and cool against my naked flesh as if to lull me into a
false sense of security. He then walked back diagonally to my left... six long paces.....clearly he had
studied his angle of attack so as not to save even the outer left side of my bum. I had considered
myself to be quite a good caner when a prefect at school and usually had obtained satisfactory squeals
of appreciation from my victims as well as impressive sets of bruises, but compared to what I was
about to learn at my expense I had been an utter novice!!

There was a moment of quiet during which I could only hear the sound of the dripping rain in the
trees and bushes around us. Then I heard six dull thuds as the heavy gamekeeper ran towards his
waiting taget......I gripped my arse cheeks harder together on the penknife just as the "cowstick"
arrived on target, with a much lower pitched swish than a school cane and a report which was a cross
between a rifle shotand a motor bike back-fire:

SSSHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I felt my body driven against the cool bark of the ash tree and a stripe of liquid fire across my arse
embracing both cheeks exactly in the centre of the target area, which made me think I must have been
struck by lightning.......I let out a full throated yell..

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

and writhed in agony...but the penknife stayed firmly in posiotion!

"Now do you understand what I learn't from farmer Higgs? And that was just a warm up shot to
establish a clear target area!" gloated the butch brute who was doing this to me with my consent!!
He sauntered back to his starting position. I looked over my shoulder and although in agony couldn't
help admiring the strong hairy man with the hard on who was about cause me a lot more even worse
pain.

" I also learn't from farmer Higgs to leave a nice long time between strokes to spread and maximalise
their effect as well as  increasing the anticipatory fear of the victim" said my tormentor gently rubbing
his right arm as if to loosen up still further his evidently well-toned muscles.

 Then he gave alittle jump in the air as fast bowlers in cricket sometimes do and raising the stick ran
up to me with even greater impetus....

SSSSSHHHHHWWWWWAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This time I thought my yell would be heard at home over a mile away!
"Nice voice you've got there ,lad...you should take up opera!" smirked my tormentor.
Another stripe of hellfire bit into my bum exactly parallel to the first about half an inch lower down.
The first stripe was already a raging purlple with areas where blood was spreading under the
skin...this second stroke at first was a deep shiny red but rapidly took on a similar aspect to the first.
At least the penknife was still in postion........I was sure I couldn't have taken twenty four strokes like
this.

"Please Sir." I whimpered. "Can we have a pause?"

"All in good time, lad I might allow a pause at the halfway mark if you'll do something in exchange
for the favour. But we've still got four more to go before then." I thought to myself "I'll do whatever
he wants in the hope that I'll be able to remove the penknife for a bit and so find the strength to keep
it in position for the second six"

This time I didn't look over my shoulder but I still knew when the enevitable was coming because I
could hear the run up.

SSSSSSHHHHHHHWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

 I shrieked with the agony of the third stroke which seemed to cut me in half........I couldn't believe it
possible to experience such pain....and this was only the quarter marker. In spite of my screams I
wasn't crying because I was too sexually excited to cry. I even managed to think myself lucky in that
if the gamekeeper had been a real sadist he would have made me come first to remove even this
pshychological shield. But as he too was obviously sexually super-aroused I thought I'd be safe on
that front.

As I was going through such logical possibilities.....the fourth stroke arrived:

SSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTT!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOOOO!!

The sound of the fourth stroke was slightly more acute than the previous ones although the pain,if
anything was even worse. I soon discovered why......it had landed exactly over the first stroke
splitting open the flesh causing blood to flow externally.

"Blood on the fourth!!!! I've beaten my own record! I've never managed it before the sixth before!"
rejoiced my brutal master.

"You won't be sitting comfortably for a month at least after I've finished with you" he continued
laughingly. Then he actually ran his tongue along the split bruise to taste my blood! (All this
happened long before AIDS of course) I nearly dropped the penknife with surprise as I felt his
moustache brush across the flamming sea that was my bum. I wriggled to try and get a better grip on
the damn thing and it slipped out and fell at the gamekeeper's feet. I moaned. He picked it up smiling
and said:

 "Not to worry, lad. You let it fall but not during punishment proper so I'll just put it back again and
we'll carry on as if nothing had happened" so saying he inserted the penknife between my
spasmodically clenched buttocks,and then ran his tongue perpediculaly across all my bruises which
almost caused me to come on the spot......in fact the gamekeeper realised what was about to happen
and grabbed my cock squeezing it quite hard but causing it to backfire and so stave off an orgasm...it
was painfull but I was really grateful, not even daring to immagine experiencing the rest of the
beating without sexual arousal. Clearly the guy was not a sadist!

After this strange interval he sauntered back to his starting place....then took another two steps back
and with eight heavy thumps on the mossy ground delivered his fifth strofe.

SSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPP!!!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My yells were becoming more and more varied in their desparation. This time however new ground
was cut and no blood was drawn, just a new purple ridge etched across the top of my arse. The
penknife remained in place, but now I was finding it difficult to stay on tip-toe and the belt was
cutting into my wrists.......perhaps after the sixth stroke he would let me down for a while.

SSSSSSHHHHHHWWWWWWWAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAOOOOAAAAUUUUUOOOOOIIIIAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

The sixth stroke was the classical five barred gate effect cutting diagonally across the previous welts
drawing blood at each intersection.....even though in this case it was only a four barred gate because
two strokes had been exactly superimposed!

" O.K. you've deserved  half time. I'm going to let you down and you can remove the penknife too,
but stay leaning against the trunk of the tree, I'm going to treat your wounds in the most natural way
as you can't lick them yourself I'll lick them for you." As he said this the gamekeeper let me down
from the breanch and untied my wrists so that at last I could lower my arms........and then he knelt
down behind me holding my bum firmly in his big warm rough hands and began licking my bruises
and wounds.......the sensation was indescribably fantastic and I again was very near coming. Soon I
felt his moustachoied mouth approaching ever nearer to my hole until he actually began rimming me
quite deeply and lubricating me with his saliva. I guessed what this meant....and sure enough he stood
up and pressed his hairy body against me edging his monster cock towards its destination.....luckily I
had been fucked several times before both at school by a games master and at university by my maths
tutor so I actually guided his rigid weapon safely and relatively painlessly into my tight but
experienced hole. He began thrusting harder and harder and that was painful not so much for the
actual penetration but because the hard hairy grion was bouncing of my devastated arse with
increasing force........at last with a shout that almost rivalled mine he came with incredible violence
lifting me clean off the ground with every thrust. I, although very excited,  had not come....probably
due to the excessive pain caused to my burning buttocks.

As he withdrew he said.  "That was fantastic....you've earned yourself a remission I'll finish off your punishment with your cane and then I want your load in my mouth and on my face!! Hey it's stopped raining and it looks as
if the sun'll be rising in a few minutes lets see if we can time your coming with sunrise! Come into
the centre of the clearest part of the clearing and bend over and touch your toes, and I'll get to work
with this old cane." He said picking up my cane and flexing it across his hairy chest.

I complied really relieved to be getting six of the best traditional style instead of farmer Higgs style!
The gamekeeper now with his cock swinging limply between his legs took up position behind me and
with a quite different technique coiling himself up like a spring, delivered the first sensatioanl stroke.
This time the noise at least was familiar:

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRAAAAAAKKKK!!!!!!!!!

Although the pain most certainly wasn't......after my previous beating even this was excrutiating and
naturally enough I yelled: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!

The sight of my devastated arse and the joy of laying into it again caused the gamekeepers cock to stir
into action again......it was almost more impressive because instead of standing to attention it
protruded at right angles emphasising its considerable length.

 SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTCCCCCCCRRRRRAAAAAAAAAACKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOh!!!!!!!

"That's two, only four more to go....and I'm going to give these in quick succession!"

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTCCCCCCRRRRAAAAAAAAAAKKKKK!!!!!!!!!

And in fact almost before I could take an intake of breath to screamand as the first red ray of summer
sunshine warmed my all too warm bum!

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTCCCCCCRRRRRAAAAAACCCCCKKK!!!!!!!

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTCCCCCCRRRRRAAAAAACCCCCKKK!!!!!!!

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTCCCCCCRRRRRAAAAAACCCCCKKK!!!!!!!

I could feel blood running down my thighs. Even with the tradtional cane the gamekeeper seemed to
know what he was doing!

"Get up!" he ordered. I painfully did as I was told and he knelt down in front of me pulling my groin
towards him licking my cock and rubbing it acrosshis stubbly cheeks and bushy moustache......he
didn't have to wait long for my load ..I shot it copiously almost immediately all over the lower partof
his face and moustache as he licked greedily and for took my cock deep into his mouth for its last
guttering squirts.

We then got dressed after he had wiped away most of the blood from my bum with tufts of moss
which, he said medieval soldiers used to staunch bleeding after battle wounds.

 " That was the most painful beating I have ever had and can ever hope to have, thank you Sir. As for
the extras.......well words fail me........But I feel I have to own up to something ....the story about my
mother's car was not true......I just like being beaten, although today I feel you've shown me my limit!
How can I get in touch with you again if I feel the urge for discipline?"

The gamekeeper smiled quite sexily and said : " Just ring the Forestry Commission and ask for
Jerry......and yours truly will be totally at your disposal..........perhaps we should ask farmer Higgs if
he'd like to be present next time it might do the old boy good to see that some-one remembers his
well-taught lessons."

"O.K. by me, see you soon I hope!" and with a last almost chaste kiss on Jerry's bristly mouth I
limped back to my room at home.

I met up with Jerry many times in later years and once we did invite farmer Higgs who seemed to
enjoy the experience tremendously........he even tried wielding the "cowstick" on Jerry's backside for
old times sake but he wasn't really up to it any more so I filled in for him giving Jerry a more than
vivid reminder of the hay barn!!