Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2002 18:24:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg <unclegreg_1999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Islander in Another Country by Knightspanked (Gay authoritarian,
    M/M, M/t Spank, Anal)

(Usual disclaimers apply)

The group of small boys watched as one of their
number was lead into another room. They caught a
fleeting glimpse of his bared buttocks before the
door was closed to prevent them from seeing the
ritual.

Thwip! Thwip! Thwip!

As the sound of the caning carried to the
waiting boys fear consumed them because their own
bottoms were destined to meet the same fate.
Each boy wondered if he would manage to remain
silent despite savage hurt being inflicted to
his nether regions, in order to teach him a
lesson.

The door opened and the beaten boy emerged,
pale of face and limping slightly.

"Churchill" intoned the chastiser. The cherub
answering to that name slowly walked into the
execution chamber.

Thwip! Thwip! Thwip!

Later, a tender-hearted mother gasped when the
nanny pulled back a sheet revealing
blood-filled weals on the boy's tender flesh.

Danny hit the 'off' button on the TV remote.

"You arse-hole, Danny ! I was watching that".
13 year old Nigel snarled at his older brother.

Danny sighed. He'd been out of the country for
ten years, teaching in the Pacific Islands.
Danny had almost forgotten how feral English boys
could be.

"I realise it's Friday night but don't you have
homework to do ?"

Nigel glared at his 30 year old brother. Danny
met the hostile eyes  without flinching. Nigel
got out of the easy chair and walked out of the
lounge, slamming the door behind him. Their
mother who was busy in the kitchen put her head
through the servery hatch.

"Everything all right ?"

"Yes Mum". Danny smiled at her. "Just Nigel doing
his homework".

"I wish you'd knock some sense into him". She
closed the hatch.

Danny thought of his brother and how the boy
seemed to resent having to learn. He had every
advantage unlike the boys Danny had taught in the
Islands. No computers or calculators in their
villages. Education had to be paid for and
every boy wanted to do his very best. Education
and teachers were highly valued there. Discipline
was strict and Danny had caned many Island boys.

He thought about that flogging scene from
'Young Winston'. Very different from his Island
lads who had yelled at the tops of their voices
while he soundly thrashed their small brown
buttocks! Nothing the least bit stoical about
them.

"I'm going out, Mum", Danny shouted.

"Have a nice time dear", her voice floated back
from the kitchen.

Danny walked down the street to his local. It was
a warm summer's evening. Sitting in an alcove
sipping an orange juice was an Islander. Peniasi
had been one of Danny's brightest students. Now
he was in the UK, on a scholarship at the
town's university. Despite the summer warmth the
big 23 year old Islander wore a heavy woollen
jersey and still looked frozen. The barman sold
Danny a pint of bitter and an orange juice for
his friend.

Peniasi looked up and grinned when he saw his
old teacher. He had a mouthful of very white
teeth.

"Good to see you getting out and enjoying
yourself, Pene", said Danny, affectionately.

"Will you come up to my lodgings with me?" the
Islander pleaded.

Danny sighed at the prospect but then shrugged
his shoulders. "Sure. Finish your drink first".

Pene lifted the glass to his lips and swallowed
the contents with one gulp. He looked
expectantly at his old teacher. Danny drank up
his ale and then the two men retired upstairs
where Pene had his rooms. He switched the
electric fire on High and both men got undressed.
The Islander tore his clothes off while Danny was
more hesitant. In the Islands unmarried adult
males made love and thought nothing of it. Danny
was gay so where was the harm in giving an old
friend the comfort he needed? Danny gulped when
he saw the size of Pene's fleshy monster sticking
up from its fores of black curly hair.

The Islander lifted Danny like a feather and
placed him face down on the single bed. Pene's
tongue found Danny's fundament and bathed it
with saliva, a sensation the white man found both
erotic and forboding. The monster's head was
placed at Danny's secret entrance and resolutely
pushed in. The older man gasped during the
impaling. Pene grunted with the effort of
getting through his former teacher's tight,
resisting sphincter. The flesh-pole bloated
Danny's love-chute and he bit into a pillow to
stop from crying out.

Slowly but forcefully Pene thrust into the slight
body beneath him. A floorboard under the bed
squeaked rhythmically. The all-wise barman in
the bar below heard the faint noise and smiled to
himself. Danny thought of the many kindnesses
he had received during his years in the Islands
and regarded the assault on his fundament as part
repayment of a debt owed.

Pene felt happier now than at any time since his
plane had landed in this strange, cold country.
He bent down and nuzzled Danny's neck
affectionately. The teacher could see an
electronic clock on a bedside table. Twenty
minutes had passed and still Pene showed no signs
of ejacqulating. The hurt had mostly worn off and
Danny was now caught up in the intimacy of what
his old pupil was doing to him. The monster was
so long it reached a part of Danny's bowels where
no man had ever been before. The massive head
stroked Danny's prostate and balls brushed
against his upturned bum-cheeks.

The relentless thrusting continued. The
floorboard squeaked more than ever. Down below
the listening barman checked his watch and
shook his head in wonder.

Thirtyfive minutes elapsed and then Pene thrust
his huge organ right in, up to the hilt. Danny
felt the monster swell to twice its size before
wetness sprayed the walls of his bowels. It took
over a minute for Pene to fully drain his
balls. Then he pulled out of Danny's hot moist,
tunnel, its muscle closing behind him with a
'plop'.

Danny lay there while his friend gently cleaned
his crease and then himself. Danny knew he had
to stay in that position until his sphincter had
partly recovered from the lovemaking. Island men
carried their male lover's seed inside them as a
mark of respect. It was not to be expelled
for 24 hours.

Eventually the men got dressed again. The heat
from the electric fire was stifling. Danny found
himself telling his Island friend all about
Nigel.

"English men do not beat their sons at all?"

"No. There are laws preventing it".

Pene shook his head at the strange ways of
Europeans. Then the two men went down stairs.
Danny said his goodbyes in the bar and headed
off home. Mistaking 'catcher' for 'pitcher', the
barman looked at the slight figure of the
departing white man and whistled admiringly.

All was quiet at 13 Loyalty Avenue. Danny's Mum
was asleep in front of the television set. He
walked up stairs to the room he shared with
Nigel. The boy was sprawled on his bed playing a
game on his computer. When he saw Danny he
turned it off.

"When you were at school did boys get whacked
on the bare arse?" 'Young Winston' had obviously
made an impressiom on him.

"No", said Danny. "We kept our trousers on".

"Why did you let them do it to you"? Nigel was of
a generation that was simply unable to
comprehend the notion that any older male might
have thought it his duty to administer sometimes
painful discipline, in order to teach a boy a
lesson or as a penalty for doing wrong.

"I thrashed many boys in the Islands", Danny
confided. "On their bare bottoms".

A look of disbelief crossed his young brother's
face.

"You're having me on".

"No I'm not". Danny made up his mind. "In fact
one of my old pupils is coming to lunch tomorrow
so make sure you mind your manners".

The man went downstairs. His mother was awake
again so he asked her if he could invite his
Island friend for a meal.

"Of course you can, Danny". She beamed at him.

The man used the telephone in the hall to ring
Pene's mobile. It took an age for the Islander
to answer and then his voice sounded very
distant. Danny sighed, Pene was holding the
cellphone upside down again. Eventually they
managed a brief conversation and lunch was
arranged.

That night Danny and Nigel got undressed together
in silence. The boy inspected his older
brother's arse and inwardly scoffed at the
thought of it ever having been the site for a
beating. The man caught a glimpse of the boy's
tight, taut buttocks which seemed to cry out for
a caning.

The next day Penesai came for lunch. His graceful
good nature and delight in all things European
quickly won over Danny's mother. Even Nigel was
impressed. Later in the day Danny's mother
reluctantly left her new friend and went off to
take part in the regular Saturday social group at
her church. Since the untimely death of her
husband, religion had become very important to
her.

Nigel took Pene upstairs and showed him the
computer.

"Do you like football?" the big Islander who was
a bit afraid of computers eventually asked him.
The boy quickly picked up a football and they
disappeared outside where they played for an
hour. Danny sat in the lounge, marking exercise
books.

That was to become the pattern for the future
weekends. First the Friday night coupling of
Danny and Pene in the stifling hot room above the
bar. Lusty, lengthy, rutting. Then Saturday lunch
and a game of football with Nigel. The boy
hero-worshipped the Islander. He even took Pene
to school where the big man charmed Nigel's
classmates.

As Mrs Frame, the Social Issues teacher, was to
tell Danny who taught at the same school: "People
warm to Pene because he takes such a delight in
things the rest of us take for granted".

Danny who had watched his big friend cross a busy
street time and time again, simply because he was
captivated by the 'Cross Now' signals, knew
exactly what she meant.

One wet Saturday, Danny was busy marking exercise
books as usual. Nigel and Pene were playing
football in the kitchen. Suddenly there was the
sound of breaking glass. A minute or so later
they came into the lounge.

"Uh, Danny", said Nigel, sheepishly. "Somehow the
glass in the bottom of the back door got broken".

"I kicked the ball too hard", said the Islander.

Danny looked at the pair of them.

"Well, the cost of repairing the glass will come
out of your pocket money, young man", he told
Nigel who nodded his agreement.

"It was all my fault", Pene said miserably. He
padded over to a huge potted palm and gently
removed its support, a three foot length of
rattan which he then handed to Danny.

"Thrash me well for my carelessness".

His former teacher looked at him.

"If that is what you want".

The big Islander stripped off all his clothes and
stood there, buck naked, with his hands on his
head. Nigel's mouth dropped open at the sight of
him. Pene's chocolate-brown buttocks jutted out
from his perfectly proportioned body. His
flaccid, uncut penis resembled a firehose. The
only hairs on Pene's torso was his thick bush of
black pubic hair.

"You know what to do", said Danny.

The Islander spread his legs wide as he bent down
and grabbed both ankles with his hands. The
totally submissive position exposed his crease
and the large-lipped anus within.

Danny took up his position and inflicted six hard
cuts to that waiting posterior. Ash-grey welts
quickly turned to painful-looking, raised,
purplish weals. After each one had registered,
Pene yelled. It was fortunate the storm force
winds outside masked the sound.

"Hands on your head. No rubbing".

Pene stood upright, tears trickling down his
handsome face. It was not the savage hurt which
caused his distress. The caning had brought
flooding bsck happy memories of his Island
boyhood when such beatings had been everyday
affairs.

"Better get dressed", Danny said calmly as he
returned the rattan to the pot plant.

Nigel remained rooted to the spot, staring at
Pene's striped bottom and fat penis while the
islander got dressed.

"You have beaten me well", the Islander told
Danny while busy shaking the hand which had just
flogged him raw. Then he turned and smiled at
Nigel. Pene took the boy's hand and clamped it
against his buttocks which were now a raging
furnace.

"Wow!" Nigel gasped, "Your tail is on fire".

"It hurts good", Pene said, matter-of-factly. He
released the hand but the boy kept it on the
'furnace'. Through the Islander's trousers and
despite three pairs of thermal underwear, Nigel
could feel the fiery corrugations the cane had
left in Pene's firm flesh.

Danny went into the kitchen to make coffee. Pene
dropped his hand until it was touching Nigel's
small bottom.

"Never been caned ?"

"No, Pene".

The man gave each plump cheek an affectionate
squeeze. The boy continued to touch the furnace
which showed no sign of dying down.

"That is so strange. You Europeans! How else is a
boy to know right from wrong ?"

Pene sat down on the sofa and groaned when his
flayed bottom made contact with the vinyl
covering. Nigel sat beside his big friend.

Danny came into the lounge with coffee and
biscuits.  The men talked knowledgeably about
economics and other topics. Pene made sure to
include Nigel in the conversation. The beating
might never have happened. That was too much for
the boy.

"The broken window was all my fault", he said
miserably. "I'm the one who should have been
thrashed, not Pene".

"Is this true?" Danny asked the Islander.

"Maybe".

"I'll take that as a 'yes'."

Nigel jumped up and roughly pulled the rattan out
of the plant box. The palm started to topple
over. With a speed which belied his size, Pene
pushed a chair against the palm to keep it
upright.

"Nigel, you know full well I am not allowed to
beat you although, heaven knows, if ever a boy
deserved to be thrashed it is you".

"Then Pene must do it".

Danny looked at his big friend who nodded.

The teacher sighed. "Very well. If there are any
repercussions I'll just say we were conducting an
anthropological experiment at your request".

Danny looked at his brother. "Go upstairs, strip
naked and put on a pair of football shorts". The
boy headed for the stairs. "And go to the toilet
while you're up there", he shouted at him. "Don't
want any accidents" he explained to Pene.

That reminded him: "You still carrying my seed
inside you?"

Danny went red. "Yes".

The Islander struck a cushion with the cane. "You
are a good man to respect my gift. Nice for
Pene".

Ten minutes later Nigel came back into the room.
He wore only a pair of running shorts, several
sizes too big for him.

"My shorts are in the wash so I borrowed yours",
he explained to Danny.

"Nigel" the Islander addressed the boy. "Your
bottom is going to be hurt more than you can
possibly imagine. You must remain in position
until the beating is over, otherwise Danny will
have to hold you down. Do you understand?"

"Yes", whispered the boy. He turned and bent
over, grasping his ankles. The oversized shorts
slipped halfway down, baring the crown of his
buttocks. Pene raised his arm and whacked the
boy's exposed flesh, hard. The thin line the cane
left in its wake turned into a painful looking
raised welt.

"YEEEEEEEEEEOWCH !", yelled Nigel who jumped
about a foot in the air, leaving the shorts on
the floor. His hands frantically rubbed his
mounds trying to ease the searing hurt.

Pene sighed. Danny stepped forward and grabbed
his young brother by the head. He pulled him down
until Danny's face was against his crotch, and
held him tight. Another cut lashed the boy's
defenceless buttocks. He howled louder than
before but the sound was muffled.

The Islander inspected the small buttocks and
looked inside the crease at a pink dot that was
the boy's anus.

'Danny hasn't taken him to bed yet', Pene said to
himself, shaking his head at the ways of
Europeans. In the Islands, post-pubescent youths
were bedded by unmarried men of the village,
husbands whose wives were heavy with child and
widowers. Youths willingly accepted a man's seed
which they believed contained the qualities to
make them good hunters and so provide for their
village.

"One to go", said the big Islander, who was a bit
disappointed the boy had to be held down. He put
all his considerable strength into the cut. Nigel
howled and was then released by Danny. The boy
shot up and did the involuntary cane dance,
hopping from one foot to the other. His penis
bobbing in front of him but Nigel was too
consumed by the fiery hurt to think of covering
himself up.

Both men admired the boy's splendid bottom, now
with three vivid stripes emblazoned on its pale,
pink flesh. The boy turned to the Islander and
then shook his hand.

"You have beaten me well", he sobbed. "Sorry I
was such a b-baby".

Danny helped his brother put on the shorts while
Pene returned the rattan to the potted palm. Then
the boy went upstairs.

As soon as Nigel was out of earshot Pene said to
Danny: "Why haven't you opened the boy's bottom"?

"In my society, any man who did that to a boy",
Danny answered firmly, "Would get a lengthy term
of imprisonment".

The Islander looked at Danny. "Then, who do you
bed?"

"No one".

Pene felt sad for his friend. They sat and talked
of other things until Nigel, now fully dressed,
came back into the room. The boy was calm now. He
joined in the conversation until the Islander
returned to his lodgings.

The next Friday night when the men retired to the
room over the bar, Pene asked Danny to put his
seed into him. The Islander stripped and laid
himself down in full submission. The change of
roles caught Danny by surprise and he was limp.
He undressed but even fondling Pene's magnificent
buttocks which still bore faint signs of the
caning, did not cause an erection.

"Whst's the matter?"

"I can't get it hard. Sorry".

Islanders regarded the head as sacred so oral
stimulation was not possible. However, Pene knew
a trick which had worked on the village elders of
his youth. He bit down gently on his friend's
pink nipples while tickling Danny's balls with
the tips of his fingers. That had the desired
result. Seconds later, Danny's penis was fully
inside his big friend's hot, moist chute. He
slammed against those chocolate brown buttocks.

Pene thought affectionately of the young villager
with the massive penis who had so cheerfully
deflowered him. Memories of home flooded back and
tears poured from his eyes. He sniffed, causing
Danny to pause and ask: "I'm not hurting you, am
I?"

'Hurt? With that tiny white stump?' thought the
Islander. Loyally, he said nothing and just shook
his head.

Danny continued to plough his friend's beautiful
bum until, with a little cry, he deposited his
seed inside Pene's bowels.

The barman who had timed the creaking floorboard
at a mere five minutes, threw down his cloth with
disgust. Danny walked home with a spring in his
step. That was one Friday night when his
fundament was not throbbing.

Saturday was hot without a breath of wind. Pene
arrived for his lunch as usual, bundled up in
layers of clothing. Afterwards, Nigel and the
Islander kicked the football around until Danny
called them inside for coffee. It was then the
boy made his surprise announcement.

"Pene, you owe me three whacks".

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you took six from Danny but only gave me
three".

Danny looked at Pene. The Islander said: "But
Nigel, my mu is twice as big as yours".

"Mu?" whispered Nigel.

"What you'd call 'arse'", translated his big
brother. "He's right. Besides, you'd only make an
awful fuss and there's no storm to cover your
yells today".

"I can take it". Nigel's lip trembled. He pulled
off his T-Shirt. Jeans and underpants followed.
The boy stuffed his T_Shirt into his mouth and
then bent over. His small bottom was still
striped and bruised from the caning he'd taken,
seven days before. Pene looked enquiringly at
Danny who nodded his head.

Pene retrieved the rattan and gave the boy's
tightly stretched bottom a very hard whack
indeed. Nigel shook convulsively but kept his
position. The T-Shirt muffled his yells. Two more
hard cuts followed. Then it was over. Nigel stood
with his hands on his head. He spat out the
T-Shirt and looked up at the Islander through
tear-filled eyelashes.

"Thank you for thrashing me well". Boy and man
shook hands. Then Nigel got dressed again. Both
men were impressed that the boy had asked for the
full punishment and the way he had acquitted
himself during the flogging.

At the end of the university year, Pene, his
suitcase full of awards and honours for meritous
achievement, travelled home to his beloved
Island. Nigel managed to videotape a repeat
screening of 'Young Winston'. He liked to watch
its caning scene and remember the times the big
Islander had so enthusiastically, and painfully,
striped his bottom for him. Danny? He ended up
having to pay the glazier for that broken window.

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