I slept rather well that night. It was my first time in months that I was able to sleep in a real bed, and I had forgotten just how comfortable one was compared to the usual parkbench or concrete floor of the tube stations. I had pretty much gotten over the first spanking that Mr. Harlow had given me that day. Of course I was a bit embarrassed by it, but I imagine it could have been a lot worse. However, I could not stop thinking about his warning me that my next punishment would be with a cane.
The next day I met a few other boys that lived at Ashland Manor. Most had been there for several years, and they told me that everything was usually pretty good unless they slacked off in their work. They did not go into detail, but they did warn me that punishments were usually pretty severe.
Later that day I was introduced to Vera, one of the maids. I was going to help her clean Mr. Jenkin's rarely used study, which happened to be the same room where Mr. Harlow had spanked me the previous day. Alex, Mr. Jenkin's grandson, usually stayed in this room during the day along with his nanny.
Vera showed me how to properly clean everything up to Mr. Jenkin's standards. She said it was usually best to do it twice just in case you missed something. After awhile I was sent off to the cleaning supply closet on the other side of the house to get some more dustrags. When I returned I once again saw Alex lying over the knees of his nanny, pants down, buttocks bared. Although she did not spank his little, two-year-old bottom very hard, she did slap it with some vigor. The sounds of the slaps and Alex's cries echoed the room, and I wondred how Vera could just go about her work as if nothing was happening, just as all the maids had done the previous day. I did my best to ignore them, but my eyes kept wandering back to the maid's hand continueosly smacking the little butt over her knees.
"You'll get used to it soon enough if you're going to be helping me clean in here for awhile," Vera said without looking away from her work. "He gets spanked almost everyday."
A marble statue stood in the same corner which Alex was placed in after his spanking. I went over to dust the statue off so I could get a close glimpse of the small boy's fiery, red bottom. It made me think that if he was spanked like that at his age, Mr. Harlow must have really gone easy on me then the previous day.
I met Walter, Mr. Jenkin's seventeen-year-old nephew that afternoon. He was a bit of a snob, and I really think he enjoyed telling me what to do. Everytime I did what he had asked, he would tell me it wasn't good enough. Finally, he got the best of me. It was when I was polishing the marble railing of the staircase.
"If you don't think it's good enough then do it yourself!" I angrily told him, feeling very insulted.
Just then Mr. Harlow came around the corner. "Is something wrong?" he asked.
"He is refusing to do his work properly, and he became rude when I tried to show him how it is done here," Walter informed him with a snobbish look.
"That's not true!" I said loudly.
"Oh I see," Mr. Harlow said. "So, you have a problem doing your work the proper way, do you?"
"But sir, I...," I began.
"Silence!" he demanded.
"Walter, take Andrew to my study and prepare him for the cane!" he said. "I shall be there momentarily."
"Yes sir!" Walter said with a bit of enthusiasm.
Walter grabbed me by the arm and walked me off to Mr. Harlow's study. He took a padded stool and placed it in the center of the room. He then walked over to me.
"Leave your arms at your sides!" he ordered.
He then unfastened my trousers and pulled them to my knees. He then pulled my underpants down just as far. I caught him looking at my flaccid penis and balls. I didn't allow myself to say anything, but I was close.
I had been caned several times at school over the years, but never with the trousers down. Even with them up it had been pretty severe. Those headmasters would have made mincemeat out of a boy's bottom if they had caned him bare the same way they did on the trousers. I was now standing there, trousers and underpants down, about to get the first bare-bottom caning of my life. My knees trembled at the anticipation. I hoped that Mr. Harlow didn't cane like my previous headmasters.
Mr. Harlow arrived and was satisfied with my depantsed state. Aside from knowing that I was about to receive a caning, the humiliation of having my trousers taken down by a boy only two years my senior was enough. Mr. Harlow went over to his desk and took out the cane. It was similar to the ones they used in school, maybe a little thinner, yet quite pliable. He whipped it through the air and it made a loud whooshing sound.
"Kneel down and place yourself over the stool," he ordered.
I knelt down on the floor and rested my upper body over the stool. He raised up my shirt-tail, leaving my bottom completely exposed. Walter was still present, being allowed to watch my punishment. I knew he was enjoying it, and I would have to somehow get my revenge on him.
Mr. Harlow placed one hand on my back to hold me in place, and then he tapped the cane on my bottom a few times. He raised the cane up and brought it down swiftly. I heard a loud whooshing sound and then a thud as it connected with my bare flesh. The pain was incredible, even worse than I imagined. By the second stroke I was crying out, begging him to spare me and promising to do my work properly from now on. But the cane continued to fall upon my bare bottom, and I continued to cry out loudly. I received twelve strokes that which left my bottom covered with red and purplish welts. Blood had been drawn, and it took awhile for my bottom to accept my pants being pulled back up.
to be continued: