The Cup Tie: Chapter 5

Paul grabbed my right arm and immediately put me in a Half Nelson. While Paul did that, Rob did the same with my left arm. With my arms now forced up my back, Andy, once more, put his handcuffs on me. He then pulled up on the handcuffs and this forced me to bend over. I was then marched over to one end of the physio’s bench. Rob then took over to hold me bent over by running his arm between the top of my right arm and my back and then grabbing the top of my left arm. Rob then asked, “So Andy, what do you think of that bum?” At first I feared that Andy might actually penetrate me; but Andy instead just placed his left hand on my left buttock and his right hand on my right buttock and gently started rubbing. Andy, in response to Rob’s question, went on, “Well it looks like a nice bottom. Nice and round and nice and firm” needless to say, when the others laughed, I found this rather humiliating. Andy continued, “The only trouble is that it looks a bit pale and since he’s been a very naughty boy a good slippering may add some colour to it”. Now I remember my granddad and one of my uncles talking about being given the slipper at school. It was done by the PE teacher, with a plimsoll, and by all accounts was a painful experience.

It was Paul who then helped out. He happened to be wearing a pair of gym type plimsolls. And being a big lad they were size 11. Paul removed one of them from his foot and handed it to Simon telling him that as he was captain he should go first. Then some advice from Andy, who sounded as if he had done this sort of thing before, “Just take your time. There’s no need to hurry. Just give each stroke everything you’ve got”. Being right handed, Simon was standing to my left and while I was forced down onto the bench my face was turned towards him. I could feel the plimsoll just resting on my left cheek as Simon measured up his whack. It was then briefly taken off my bum and Simon delivered the first stroke with real force. “Not bad”, I could hear Andy say. But shit did it hurt. I could see why teachers used such implements back in the 1950’s and 60’s to maintain discipline. The next stroke landed on the same spot and I was already beginning to feel I had taken enough. I forget what line my pleading took but it just seemed that the more pain I seemed to be in the more amused the others were. Simon gave me six strokes and there was then brief discussion as to who was going next. Paul took Rob’s place in holding me down while Rob gave me a further six strokes. My more frantic pleading just seemed to give even more delight to my tormentors. I tried moving so the strokes would land on my right cheek because so far everything had landed on my left. Again it was Andy’s experience that came into play and he seemed to know what I was up to. “Keep still or it’s double strokes”, was Andy’s simple and effective threat. After six from Rob it was Paul’s turn and once again Rob took charge of holding me down. Perhaps I should explain that Paul was seen as the psycho of the team. To put it politely he was an effective rather than talented player in which the central defender position he played in suited in best. Some of the players reckoned the bouncers in the bars he frequented feared him and there were stories that when the weather was really cold, wet and foul Paul had trained topless. If anyone was going to make the slipper really hurt it would be Paul. So I begged, “Please Paul not too hard”. In an effeminate tone Paul repeated my words but went on to add, “You fucking tart”. Paul placed the plimsoll, that was being used, on the bench, sole up, in front of my face and gave further instructions. I was to kiss the plimsoll and ask Paul to hit me really hard. Paul could see my reluctance to do this so he removed the plimsoll and brought it down on my backside with one hefty whack. Once more he placed the plimsoll ,sole up, in front of my face and repeated his previous instruction. Again, I was reluctant to do as he said and so he gave me two hefty strokes in quick succession. The plimsoll was put back in my face. Paul added, “The six strokes don’t start until you do as I say”. It seemed pointless not to do as Paul ordered. After all, he was going to hit me as hard as he could anyway. I gave the plimsoll a quick peck with my lips and was about to say what I was supposed to but Paul took the plimsoll away again and this time it was three hefty strokes in quick succession. “I want the plimsoll to be given a decent kiss”, Paul ordered as again he placed the plimsoll in my face. I put my lips on the sole and kept them there until Paul had decided the kiss was long enough and he took the plimsoll away. As instructed I said to Paul, “Please Paul I want you to whack me really, really hard“. And Paul did. That just left Andy to do the business. I wasn’t sure what to expect from Andy. He seemed decent. He even helped me with my maths homework when I was at college. However, he had provided the handcuffs. But then he was a gay boy so would he hit just as hard? Of course he would. He was as fit and strong as the other three lads. Before giving me the slipper he crouched down next to me and asked, “Now, do you want your strokes soft, medium or hard?”. “Hard”, I replied realising that as with Paul it was pointless giving any other answer. Andy then asked a further question, “And when you say ‘hard’ do you mean ordinary hard, extra hard or really hard full force strokes?”. “Really hard full force strokes”, I replied; to which Andy added, “That’s what I like. Someone who is prepared to take his punishment like a man and not like a fucking poofter”. Coming from Andy that last comment got a laugh from the others. To make things just that bit more uncomfortable, Paul sat on my head with his legs astride the bench. And yes, Andy did hit as hard as the others.

Rob released his hold and I was able to stand up. Andy then removed the handcuffs.

I had mistakenly assumed that the slipper was instead of having to clean the boots and that my torment would now be over. Simon and Andy left the dressing room and Rob then told me he would be back in fifteen minutes to check on my progress. Paul took off his other plimsoll and hung one over a peg an left the other on the physio’s bench. He added, “They can be a reminder of what will happen to you next time you disobey” Rob returned to the bar and so did Paul with just socks on his feet. He did, however, have a pair of Astroturf trainers in his bag in the bar.