Now where was I? Oh, yeah - third beating and a degree of concern about venturing towards the girls' school.
Well, being adventurous, and in the company of some of my associates, we ventured forth again but with a different purpose in mind. We decided that maturity required that we all start smoking and smoking meant that we needed money. So a group of us decide to go into the countryside near the school and find some money in some poor unsuspecting sod's house. Our target was a large manor house where we were sure that we would find the cash we needed So we traipsed along the lanes and, as bold as brass, took the main driveway right up to the house. Richard led the way.
Being the strongest and the boldest, Richard jimmied open one of the French doors to the side of the house and we crept inside. Being a well lit night we could easily see our way around the huge living room into which we had entered and there was every kind treasure awaiting our attentions.
Well, house breaking was not our strong point I must admit. We had no idea where we would find money so we simply helped ourselves to a whole bunch of snuff boxes and silverware. One of our company, Matt I think, had had the commonsense to bring a pillow cover with him so that would have something into which to put the tons of money we thought we would find. Quietly we went about our business quite oblivious to the fact that our presence had already been noted by the gatekeeper as we entered the driveway.
Carefully we collected the goodies that we proposed to sell and slipped out of the house and took the route back towards school by which we had come.
Now there is seemingly something precious about peoples' houses and the police who intercepted our little party thought so too. What a commotion - lights, cops everywhere and our little band caught in the lights like rabbits. Handcuffs around your wrists are not nice at the best of times but when you are scared witless they seem a lot worse. The policemen who took us to the local gaol laughed their heads off at our predicament. They were pretty young I guess although many years older than the four of us who they had captured - myself, Richard, Matt and Craig.
We got to the police station and had our names taken and were then taken to a holding cell where our handcuffs were removed. We all looked at each other and Richard espoused the philosophy that there was not much worse they could do to us than give us a beating when we were returned to the school. Wrong - big time!
We heard the headmaster arrive and could just hear the highlights of the conversation with the police officers on duty. We looked blankly at each other as we distinctly heard the headmaster declare that he did not want us back at the school. One pretty nice looking cop came into the area where we were being held and told us that he wanted to contact our parents. Richard and I, both having been abandoned by our fathers were classified as wards of the state while Matt and Craig gave the cop the contact details for their parents.
Matt and Craig were taken back into the charge room to await their parents. Richard and I were left behind.
"What do you think they're going to do with us?" I asked Richard.
Before he could answer, the door swung open and the good looking young cop who had asked about our parents came back in.
"Okay, lads," he said "you are spending the night here until you see the magistrate in the morning. So we had better get you sorted."
He unlocked the cell door and ordered us out into the corridor and then directed us along a short passage to where a solid door blocked our way. With a jangling of keys, the cop opened the door and took us through and then relocked the door. Down a very short corridor we went and then into a tiled room which was obviously a large bathroom.
"Now," said the cop "strip!"
At first I thought he was joking but the look on his face made it clear that he was not. Richards shrugged and started to remove his clothes and, slowly, I followed suit. Within a minute all our clothes were on the floor and we were standing totally naked with our hands covering our genitals.
"Bashful, are we?" asked the cop with a smirk on his face. "No need to be lads," he continued. "You have nothing that I haven't seen before, so stand up properly.
Richard and I both blushed as we removed our hands and stood at attention, shaking slightly from both the cold and the fear.
The cop slowly walked around us, examining our bodies and ran his hands over our still as yet unhealed buttocks. "Been bad boys, have we?" he said with a laugh. I shuddered as his big hand brushed over my backside.
"You," he said pushing Richard forward towards a trestle table that stood some feet away, "spread your legs and lean over the table.
As Richard moved to comply the cop rolled up his shirt sleeve and took down from a shelf a bottle of what I assumed to be some form of lubricant. Greasing up two fingers of his right hand he then held Richard down with his left hand and slowly inserted a greasy finger up Richard's nether hole. Richard grunted as the cop shoved his finger all the way in.
What the _f_u_c_k_ I thought can he be thinking - that we have some silverware up our backsides?
The cop spent I guess a few seconds felling around the inside of Richard's bum and then pulled his finger out. "Okay lad, time for a shower" he said directing Richard to one of the open shower stalls.
With his greasy finger the cop beckoned me and quickly had that painful digit as far up my arse as it could go. He wriggled his finger around and hit something deep inside me that gave me almost an instant erection. A minute later I was walking to the showers with my _c_o_c_k_ bouncing before me and my face red with shame.
As Richard and I showered, the cop went to our clothes and picked out our underwear and threw them onto the table. After soaping ourselves well and rinsing off, the cop ordered us to get out of the showers and to dry ourselves with towels that sat on a shelf near the showers.
"Okay," he said, "now get your underpants on and I'll take you to your home for the night." Seeing us both eye the rest of our clothes the cop said: "Don't worry about them, we'll keep them ready for you in the morning."
He then led us a few doors down the corridor and opened a cell door and pushed me in. Richard he took to the adjacent cell and quickly we were both locked in small solid-walled cells with just a cot and a blanket for company. An evil-smelling hole in the floor told me where I would be taking my next leak and the prospect didn't appeal at all.
I went to the iron door and called out to Richard but it was clear that couldn't possible hear me. Trying to keep calm in the eerie silence, I went and gather the blanket around me and then sat on the cot to ponder my fate.
I guess I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew the door was being opened and three cops entered. One was the cop that had seen to our showering. The other two looked a bit uncertain as they looked over at me. The first cop looked closely at me and ordered me to "strip".
"_s_h_i_t_!" I exclaimed. "What the _f_u_c_k_ do you guys want?"
"Just do it," said the first cop with a snarl.
Knowing that there was no way of resisting, I shed the blanket and dropped my underpants.
"Now isn't that a pretty sight?" asked the cop of his colleagues. "What do you think he will fetch up at the reform school do your reckon?
For the first time one of the two younger cops spoke up. "Quite a bit, I wouldn't be surprised" he said. "Look, there's no chest hair, he pretty and just look at that arse."
"Yeah," said his colleague. "Do you reckon he's a virgin?"
The leader of the pack cut off the conversation at that point saying that they would all finish up in gaol if I went into court in the morning with my arse ripped apart. He laughed and they left my cell, slamming the door shut and locking it.
I put my underwear on and wrapped myself in the blanked and settled down thinking about just how _f_u_c_k_ed I was.
Porridge and a barely warm cup of tea was brought to me in the morning after which I was taken to the bathroom and allowed to attend to my needs and to shower again before dressing fully in the clothes that I had been wearing the night before.
Just as I finished dressing, Richard was escorted into the bathroom and was followed quickly by Matt and Craig.
"What happened?" I asked of the last two. I could see Craig was a bit red around the eyes and, as the guards yelled for every to be quiet, I just stared as they moved towards the toilets and showers.
Shortly after, we four were sitting in a small room comparing note and waiting for some court official.
Richard asked: "Get a visit last night?" looking at me.
"Yeah" I replied. "The _f_u_c_k_ers wanted a good perve. How about you?"
"Same thing" he replied. "So what's up with you two he asked inquiringly of Matt and Craig.
I though Craig was going to burst into tears but he pulled himself together and said: "Me and Matt's fathers came, heard what was going on and told the cops were could go to hell as far as they were concerned. So we had to spend the night here."
"_f_u_c_k_!" I exclaimed. "You can't trust your own parent, so who can you trust?"
Craig slammed his fist onto the table angrily and , unconvincingly, said: "_s_h_i_t_, who needs them."
We all fell silent at Craig's outburst but Richard patted Craig's arm as if to say "don't worry, we're all here together".
Our lawyer, appointed by the court, was a fat lot of use. His best advice was that we admit to what we had done and rely upon the mercy of the court. Alarm bells were ringing as we entered the Magistrate's Court under escort as I recalled the sobering talk by the cops the previous night about reform school. I said nothing to the others.
The proceeding were a bit confusing and we all admitted our guilt and were told to stand and wait. To our shock, Brother Francis was asked to give evidence of our character. He walked to the witness box and told the Magistrate how the school had tried to teach us the difference between right and wrong. He said that we had been punished severely for our sins but he feared that we were lost souls. Brother Francis never looked at us throughout his _d_a_m_n_ing remarks.
Finally, after a lot of paper shuffling, the Magistrate got back to we four. Looking closely at us, he lowered his head and started scribbling something down on the papers on his desk. Clearing his voice, he finally put us out of our misery.
"You lads all share equal responsibility," the Magistrate declared "and shall all receive the same sentence. This court directs that you be taken to the Blakefield Reformatory within the Blakefield Prison and there you shall each receive twelve strokes of the strap on the bare as provided for by law. You shall remain incarcerated for a period of three years at which time your cases shall be reviewed. If you demonstrate exemplary behaviour during the three years you shall be released but should you offend the rules of the Reformatory the Prison Governors shall be at liberty to have you sent to the main prison for a term not exceeding a further two years. Bailiff, take them down!"
Richard, Craig, Matt and I were absolutely speechless but, as the Bailiff started to lead us down the cells, Richard found his voice and gave full vent to his anger.
"You, _f_u_c_k_ing old bastard," cried Richard, "I bet you get you rocks off doing this to us."
"Enough," yelled the Magistrate. "For that outburst you can all receive another six strokes of the strap! Now Bailiff, get them out of my sight immediately."
Richard let fly with a final "_f_u_c_k_ you" as we were literally dragged from the dock and taken to the holding cell below.
All four of us went meekly down into the cell, each deep in his own thoughts. For my part, it was not the strapping that frightened me, it was the amount of time we were going to be locked up for.
While we were still dazed, all four of us were shackled together by our wrists and led to a truck that was to take us to the notorious Blakefield Reformatory and, no soon were we on board, the truck started up and took us on the forty or so odd mile journey to our new home.
The trip seemed to take forever and slowly our wits returned to us but we didn't speak. Thought upon though crowded our minds and, although chained together, each was in his own private world.
A blast of cold air announced our arrival at our destination. I had been thinking so hard that I had barely noticed the gates and fences that open as we approached and closed as we passed through but slowly I came to focus upon the grim grey walls that surrounded us.
Built from dark grey rock quarried by those prisoners sentenced to hard labour, Blakefield lacked any sense of humanity, its grim walls standing heavily on the ground as drifts of snow fell against them.
We four were led into the Reformatory Reception Centre where at least it was warm. Paperwork was passed to the guards by our escorts and we were ordered from one room to another as we became just another meal for the system.
The first words spoken to us at Blakefield were: "Strip, now!"
That order brought all of us to the present and our deep pondering gave way to a quick appraisal of our surroundings. We were in a tiled room surrounded by row upon row of shelves holding all sorts of clothing and other items such as shaving gear and the like. To one side was a table upon which we were directed to place all our clothing and beyond was a room that was fairly obviously a shower.
As we stripped, I suddenly became aware of a presence behind me. When I looked there were six or seven young men leaning against the wall, watching. I shuddered involuntarily as I continued to remove my clothes. For the next half hour or so we stood naked and were processed - finger up the arse, check for lice or sores, doctor's examination and a shower.
After showering, and still naked as the day we were borne, we were directed to go to a table at which we were each presented with regulation clothes, shaving equipment, soap etc. Then, placed into single file we were led from the room and down a long corridor to a gate. Before us was a three tiered row of cells full of inmates. The gate was opened and we were forced to parade down the centre line to the calls and jeers of the populace. The noise was incredible and fearsome and each of had difficulty staying on our feet as our legs seemed to turn to jelly.
At the end of the block there was a single cell that was characterised by having bars on three sides and it was into this cell that we four were placed and ordered to get dressed. As we entered the cell, the dim from the rest of the inmates abated.
I immediately put my clothes and other goods on the floor and searched for some pants but then Matt let out a low groan. Immediately we looked at Matt and then followed his gaze to the room beyond a corridor that ran past the far end of our cell.
Across the corridor was a large room in which two vaulting horses stood about four feet apart. My heart sank and I realised immediately the purpose of these two horses with a multitude of straps attached to them at various places along their length. Beyond, hanging down from hooks in the grey wall were a large number of straps, canes, whips and other implements, each designed to inflict pain upon their victims.
All four of us sat on a bench that was attached to the only solid wall in the cell and slowly dressed, each doing his best to ignore the punishment cell that we were destined to visit.
End of part II