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It was three weeks after my horrid encounter with the Traffic Police who destroyed my rump with their ferocious evil strap when they caught me cycling through a park on a pedestrian walkway.  It took a week before I could sit comfortably.  I admit it was my own rank stupidity but believe me when I say that I sure learnt my lesson.© Y Lee Coyote

Let’s move to a happier time.  On this glorious day I was with my biking buddy out riding on the bikeways in another park.  This is very special since it is on the outskirts of town and they got the huge area cheap.  The bikeways are in great condition since autos are prohibited and there are hills and curves to test one’s limits, skills and nerve.  It is to us cyclists like a skatepark is to a skateboarder.

We been riding a while enjoying the challengers.  When we crested the hill hosting the fastest downhill ride we spotted the flashing lights of fuzicycles used by the Traffic Police.  “Slow!” we called to each other for we would have to be very careful as who know what hazards lay ahead.  If it had been a big pile up the cops might even need our help while waiting for EMTs.

When we got there, having proceeded with great caution, we pulled over immediately to watch.  Fortunately it had not been a multiple bike pileup with bloody cyclists and bent bikes in a tangled heap.  The cops were holding three guys apparently under twenty-years-old.  There were a couple of cyclists off the pavement and we joined them to watch.  They explained: “Those damn kids were playing chicken with the cyclists.  The cops got these three of the six and are going teach them a well-deserved lesson.”

We all watched as the cops checked out the ids the kids had.  One was a mid-teen but two were of age.  All three got citations.  And then the fun began.

The two of age were made to hug the lamp post.  Just so they couldn’t stop this public display of affection they were handcuffed in place and then had their pants and undies yanked down to their knees.  The third one just lost all his clothes so that he was starkers and couldn’t run away.  The show was developing very nicely.

They posted a sign but it was different from one I saw before.

Walking on the bikeway is a violation of the
Motor Vehicle Act.
* * *
Public summary corporal punishment is authorized.

I wondered if they would use the same strap that I was painfully familiar with – that oversized razor strop that was the result of crossbreding with a tawse.  That was suddenly in one of the officer’s hands.  The useless reading of the law was done and then came the main act.

The first youth howled louder than a coyote trying to reach the moon.  We counted quietly to ten and each cut elicited a great big howl.  His ass had turned a bright red and I imagined I could feel the heat from a distance.  Then the other cop strapped the second villain.  He was a lot more stoic but his rump soon matched that of his partner in crime.  Just like on the bridge the baboon in my genes wanted to plow both those flaming red rumps.

The two cyclists on the bridge and I each got twenty-four cuts and I thought they were getting of lightly when the strapping started again.  The second officer was doing the howler.  I think that his howls were louder than the THWACK of the strap.  Then the other one got his second set of ten although he was not quite as stoic as he was for the first set.

The youngest one was scared by these strappings and shaking.  My buddy and I were definitely tenting our bike shorts and so were several of the other watchers.  We mused on whether they had a lighter strap as one cop was looking in his storage box.

The other cop dragged the young offender to him.  The little hood was so scared that he pissed uncontrollably and the cop had to jump to keep out of range.  By then the first officer had a little paddle – like a bald hairbrush – and was sitting on a rock waiting.  We watchers giggled realizing what was about to happen.  The kid was made to lie over the officer’s lap.

We were not disappointed.  The cop raised his arm and brought his big hard hand down on the kid’s rump with a loud SMACK which seemed to have an echo.  He spanked a bit then switched to the paddle and spanked even more.  The target rump turned red like those of his older partners in crime.  His yells diminished and he was sobbing.  By the time the officer stopped spanking he was bawling like a little kid.

The officers packed up and freed the two from the lamp post.  One of them comforted the spanked boy.  Probably they were brothers.  The cops sent them off the bikeway and they limped away.  They stopped so the boy could dress.  We watchers figured we better go also.

A few minutes later I signaled my buddy to pull over and we went into the woods.  “That was fucken hot.” we agreed as we pulled down our shorts and let our super hard cocks spring free.  It only took a few jerks to explode the first time.  The next two cums took a lot longer but were more satisfying.

When we resumed cycling we were a lot more relaxed and most delighted to have cum.

I definitely liked watching the Traffic Police dealing with other offenders a lot better than them dealing with me.

The End

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