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Subject: {ASSM} [BSFSF] St: Pilgrimage to Canterbury (M/t, cane)
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[BSFSF] St: Pilgrimage to Canterbury (M/t, cane)
The following story is fiction. It contain a scene of caning. If such a
subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please
leave now. Thanks to Antoine for some very helpful comments.
This story is part of the First Annual Bradley Stoke Flash Stroke Festival
(BSFSF-2003) which requires a story not to exceed 18 lines of 70 characters
including the title and blank lines. I've done something different in this one
-- there is not even a hint of [vanilla] sex. Instead, is a spanking fetish
sort of sex. If caning squicks you, then move on to the next message otherwise
enjoy. Like one of my previous stories, this is set a century ago.
This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without
permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including
the copyright notice. This may be included on the BSFSF site.
The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including constructive
criticism, and suggestions. E-mail: YLeeCoyote@mail.com
Pilgrimage to Canterbury By Y. Lee Coyote
Henri greatly regretted his malfeasance. He remedied the situation
as best a 15 year old could but his feelings of guilt were still enor-
mous. He knew he deserved punishment but could not confess to anyone
in all of Paris. Desperate he wrote his Uncle Oswald, the headmaster
of a Canterbury public school, confessing all and begging for expia-
tion. Within a week, he received a reply with a Thomas Cook voucher.
When his widowed mother visited her sister he seized the opportu-
nity. The train to Calais took all night; the sea was rough as the
packet steamed to Dover. Unexpectedly, the great cathedral drew him
in to commune with his deity within its awesome stone walls as he made
his way to his uncle, wise and experienced in ways of boys.
After dinner they retired to the study for a long discussion. It
made him feel better. When instructed he bared his bottom and bent
over. Each hard cut of the cane seared his soul as well as his flesh.
On his immediate return to Paris, the hard wooden benches of third
class emphasized the effectiveness of _le vice Anglais_. His soul and
flesh healed; his guilt assuaged. He never regretted the trip.
The End
(C) Copyright A.I.L. November 24, 2003
Y.
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