Robbie Episode 10 maths is a problem
This is the tenth of a series of stories about Robbie Wilson a thirteen year old lad attending a UK independent grammar school.
Southern England in November.
For Robbie it was the first day back after the half term break, all the boys had returned three days earlier, but he had gone to the city to take the entrance exam for the boarding school his family expected him to attend- his brother was already there and taking 12 GCSEs next summer.
Robbie was in a good mood, the exams had been better than he expected and the interview had been a breeze (he thought). He didn't want to be _c_o_c_k_y but he was confident- to put it mildly. His form mates had been unimpressed by the whole event and so instead of a cheery greeting , his welcome had been You're in trouble - Again. After some questioning it transpired that there was a 'beaks note' for him on the porters board.
At morning break time he had visited the porters lodge to collect the note, On the cover it said
Wilson RJC- form 2 B and inside :-
" Make an appointment to see me about your missing maths prep P Allwood".
In a trice his gut had knotted and he remembered in sickening detail the half completed maths prep just before the half and how he had promised himself that he would find a plausible excuse. Well fate had caught up with him and he had not got such a story. Remembering his previous visit to that study he felt even more unease and wistfully rubbed the seat of his trousers ( see Robert's first caning).
Just before 4-00 pm Allwood had gone to his study. It mustn't show but he was looking forward to the next few minutes and had made sure that fifth form maths had finished slightly early so he could be ready for Wilson.
Promptly at 4-00 pm there had been a knock at the door, Allwood ignored it, some short time later had been a second hesitant tap.
"Enter" rasped Allwood , - he did not look up as the boy entered. After finishing the section he was marking , he raised his eyes. In front of him stood a junior god - wholesomely fresh, strawberry blond hair, enormous blue eyes an angelic face and 5foot 7 inches of adolescent temptation. He'd been waiting six months for a second excuse to flog this kid's bare arse and now his dream was about to come true ( again)
" Ah Wilson there you are, I was beginning to think you were avoiding our little meeting. Where have you been for the three days since I posted the note ?"
"Please Sir, it's my first day back."
"Ah I see- any way you're here now. Please explain why it is that not only half your work is missing but you have seen fit to write an obscenity where the missing work should be?"
" Excuse me Sir, I don't understand what obscenity?"
Allwood flung the open book across his desk Robbie picked it up. Half way down the page the calculations had stopped . In the margin was the annotation P155. Robbie looked at his own handwriting but did not understand.
"I'm sorry Sir, I still don't understand"
"Look boy in the margin- what have you written ?"
" Sir, Page 155"
"Don't lie Wilson- you wrote PISS"
"No sir, honestly its Page 155"
"Wilson, you are a bright lad , but idle and insolent I'm sorry to see that you are becoming a liar as well . Idle boys are caned and so are liars - you know what to do"
With mounting excitement Allwood watched as the teenager standing in front of him removed his jacket and placed it on a convenient desk Then holding the teachers gaze he had unfastened his belt, unzipped his trousers and lowered them to the floor, then without averting his eyes till the last possible moment he had dropped his white cotton briefs so they too were about his ankles. Allwood glimpsed the penis which had caused him so many fantasies.
As they youth reached for his toes, Allwood had refreshed his memories of the boy's genitals and had slowly turned to select a cane from the cupboard.
The boy was arched over, his blond hair sweeping the floor. Allwood walked from the head end towards the rear. Paused at Robbie's waist to raise the shirt tails and fold them back up to the lad's shoulders, nothing was going to spoil his aim - or his view.
Three paces past the boy he turned ready to enjoy the spectacle of the buttocks and thighs he had ordered bare. He stopped short, cane in hand but utterly flummoxed. Wilson's buttocks and thighs were a riot of scarlet and purple bruises some tinged with yellow and sometimes black. The marks were randomly across both cheeks and parts of the thighs as if the result of a paint bomb.
"Wilson, what happened to you ? who did this?"
"What Sir ?"
"These bruises, who beat you ? With what ?"
"My father Sir, last night with a leather belt- he did not like my report".
"But you had your report at the beginning of half term".
"Yes sir- he thought a thrashing just before I came back to school would help me to remember to work better".
"Well I can't cane you on top of this - the skin will split and you'll bleed We'll have to wait till it's healed. Stand up."
"Sir, I'd rather not wait, can you punish me some other way ?".
Allwood had to be careful this could be the fulfilment of a second fantasy but he must be careful not to show his excitement.
"Why do you want me to carry on with your punisment?"
"Well Sir, if you are going to beat me any way, waiting a week for it to happen only makes things worse, and if you wait till these marks disappear before you cane me I will have marks for most of two weeks and that means my father is more likely to see them and punish me again ".
The boy's logic was sound Allwood almost felt pity for him ,- his report was better than most and besides it suited him to have Wilson's implied agreement to this new punishment.
"Well if you're sure- take your trousers and pants completely off then bend over the edge of my desk, legs apart no wider."
After just a moments hesitation Robbie had obliged , it made little difference his bum was sore enough anyway and Allwood had already thrashed his bare backside so he was not likely to find this much different. Between the parted legs his balls and _c_o_c_k_ hung freely and utterly exposed. Allwood was very tempted to stroke them, but that was too much of a risk. Instead he gave a lingering look at the prostrated form, abandoned his cane on the desk next to the boy's discarded jacket and selected a slipper from the cupboard.
"This is going to hurt you Wilson-please remember that I offered you a respite and that you chose to continue."
WHAP WHAP, two hard blows landed on the lower and outer quarter of Robbie's right buttock, a pause and then WHAAAM an absolute tear jerker fell on the inside of his left upper thigh - it missed his testicles with only millimetres to spare. There followed a slight pause whilst Allwood took up a different position relative to the boy. WHAP WHAP, the lower and outer part of the left buttock was now being given the same treatment, Robbie bit his lip, and waited for the next blow- he pushed out his arse and breathed in deeply in an effort to suck his balls up into his belly and out of harms way. The sixth blow melted his inside right leg , Robbie writhed in pain yet felt relief that it was not his balls which had been savaged in this way.
"Stand up that was for the prep you missed, now for the graffiti in your exercise book, hold out your hand - the left one, arms length palm uppermost."
Slowly and painfully Robbie eased himself up as he raised his arm the left side of his shirt fell back into place- but the right side was still folded up above his waist and Allwood still had a good view of the youth's pubis and genitals . Thwack a sharp blow from the cane fell on the left palm, Robbie's face contorted and his _c_o_c_k_ jumped. Allwood waited for the movements to subside, then repeated the assault. For a third time the bamboo smashed into the palm, and to reward the masters efforts Robbie's face twisted, his belly tightened and his _c_o_c_k_ and balls danced.
"Now the right hand" thrice more he was hit in this way.
"Alright Wilson you may go."
Robbie reached down to retrieve his clothes, but the bruised and swollen hands were clumsy. More slowly than he would have liked, he pulled up his briefs, smarting with pain as the waistband was dragged over the bruised buttocks and positively whimpering as the elasticated leg openings bit into his tenderised inner thighs. His trousers caused less painful but he was having difficulty with his zip and belt. Very wisely, Allwood did not offer to help.
"Thank you sir" , he smiled wanly as he limped from the study.
"Thank you Wilson" replied the master who followed the boy to the door, and locked it.
Each of the players was deep in thought. It occurred to Robbie that he'd been made to undress more than the mechanics of the punishment required, and he wondered if Allwoods purpose had been to add humiliation or mere voyeurism to the event? He thought that of late he had become aware that quite a lot of people seemed to be getting their jollies by making Robbie strip .
And Allwood ? Well he was worried, he knew he'd gone too far, if this came to light he would certainly lose his job. The boy was bright enough to work that out and had enough balls ( unfortunate turn of phrase ) to use it to his advantage. Their relationship could be very unhealthy.
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