The following story is fiction about CP.  The story contains scenes of strapping and fantasy sex.  If these subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

I was inspired by two cyclists on the bridge walkway rather than on bikeway yesterday.  Alas, the rest of the story is just my imagination stimulated by my anger.

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It was a great day to walk over the Great Bridge and observe the activity on the river and harbor.  I went early but not early enough (for my taste) because the pedestrian walkway was busy.  I was about two-thirds the way when two cyclists who should have been on the bikeway whizzed by me.  My immediate thoughts are not reportable here and would have earned me six-of-the-best from any UK headmaster or US vice-principal in any school before the mid-twentieth century had I uttered them within earshot of a master, teacher, or prefect.© Y Lee Coyote

Just so there are not any doubts let me explain that here bicycles are classified as vehicles, the same as automobiles, and subject to the same codified regulations.  The one of interest in this case is that vehicles may not be ridden by persons older than fourteen years on pedestrian walkways although they may be walked.

That unpleasant experience which could have seriously injured me (or one of the many others about) left me distracted from the wonderful views as I thought of appropriate and even some very inappropriate punishments.  When I calmed down, I decided that traffic citations resulting in fines would be more reasonable.

As I neared the tower, I saw the wicked cyclists and some people in the blue uniforms worn by the traffic police.  I was delighted.  The disrespectful pair were going to pay a price for their misdeeds.

Once I was at the tower this is what I saw.  The two bikes were locked to the railing.  The two cyclists were bent over and handcuffed to the railing.  Their shorts had been pulled down leaving their naughty butts fully exposed.  My little soldier instantly became interested in the two miscreants and by the time things were over I could see tenting in the trousers of many other observers also.

It was thrilling.  The scene more than matched the view but I could enjoy them both simultaneously.  One of the prisoners kept obscenely shouting that they couldn’t do this and to free him at once.  One of the officers told him to shut up in an equally rude way.  He didn’t so the officer stuck a ball gag in his mouth and buckled it in back of his head.  Delightfully the tirade of naughty words ceased immediately.

The officers attached a couple of polls to the railing to support a sign explaining things.  (I left out the fine print legal stuff.)

Riding a bicycle on the pedestrian walkway is a violation of the
Motor Vehicle Act
* * *
Public summary corporal punishment is authorized.

I was transfixed to my spot watching as were many others.  I wondered what implement they would use.  A school or fraternity paddle came first to mind.  Then because of all the British-based stories I read I thought of canes and birch bundles but that wouldn’t happen here.  Perhaps something French such as a martinet or navel like a cat-of-nine-tails but surely those would be to exotic.

My fantasying was abruptly ended when the officer opened a case and withdrew a strap.  It was not the monstrous prison strap I had read about of thick leather ​eight-inches​ (​twenty cm​) wide and more than a ​yard​ (​meter​) long but more like a heavy tawse.  It had a handle attached to a heavy leather strap with three tails looking somewhat like an oversized razor strop.

Another officer read a whole mess of legal gobbledygook to the two prisoners about the Motor Vehicle Act and summary CP.  I found that it was quite unintelligible and I wasn’t under stress like the violators were.

The strap was raised and brought down on the first, richly deserving rump with great force.  The criminal yelled and the officer said “One.” in a calm voice.

I saw the red welt form on the tail.  My soldier twiched with joy.  The strap was raised again and caused a second scream and welt which did not overlap the first.  Someone in the crowd yelled “Two.” before the officer did.

I can’t be positive but I think the third cut the tails got into the crack and was more painful.  Several people yelled “Three.”  I saw that many of my fellow spectators (both male and female) had a hand on their crotches as did I.

That butt was flaming red when eight cuts had been applied.  The officer switched to the gagged one and started.  Except for the lack of screams every cut went the same way.  Soon I was seeing two flaming red butts which were even swelling.  I’m certain that if a mature male baboon was passing he would have immediately mounted them both with the encouragement of the pheromones being emitted by the observing women.

The second officer then took the strap and started all over.  It was a whack and a count on each.  I’m sure that if they had not been attached to the railing they would have fallen.

The first officer took the strap back and started again although using his left arm.  This third set was just as effective as the first two sets were and connected with some new territory.  I’m sure fairness was on his mind when he moved to the second violator and gave him his third set of eight hard cuts.  There wasn’t any doubt about that the hot red butts were also swollen.

“You’ll be released in a half-hour.” announced one of the officers.  Many of the observers resumed their crossing but I stayed to watch hoping that there would be another cyclist.

When the half-hour was up one of the officers released the red butts pair.  They quickly pulled up their undies and shorts instantly learning about doing that very carefully.  Dragging their bikes they hobbled away slowly with a strange gait.  I doubt they would have stepped on a roadway to ride away had one been available.  I’ll bet that they wouldn’t even think about sitting on a hard chair much less a narrow bicycle saddle for some time.

I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that I heard lots of affirmative comments about using CP on errant cyclists and hopes that would keep them off sidewalks and pedestrian walkways in the parks.  Ah, one can hope.

The show over I rushed home to tend to my excited soldier.  He responded most gratefully and super fast.  Starting that night I had delightful wet dreams featuring two hot red rumps that needed to be fucked and fucked.  The second set of dreams had me as one of the arresting officers and first strapping miscreants and then fucking them extra hard.

End of Part 1. Continue with Part 2.

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