Brian


by Rosewood

Back in time a story appeared printed in the national press. This is based on an idea from that story. A boy was caned for not meeting agreed grades. If you search you can find the original story. Ouchh! This is completely ficticious.

After the press had published the story I had little option but to leave the country. Although I was found not guitly it was felt that this was the best thing to do. The Governors had promised a good reference so I left. My wife and I split up at that time and so I found myself alone and far away from my own country in what was once part of our great empire.

I applied for, and gained, the headmastership of a small private bording school in a small town in the country. This time I would be sure to gain a parents consent to the methods of academic motivation which I knew produced excellent results.

I decided to begin slowly, gaining respect and winning friends. I joined the towns clubs and grew to like the local people.

One day I was introduced to a lady who had taught at the school under the former head but who had left school to begin a family. Sadly her husband had passed on, as in died, leaving her alone with two young sons aged 5 and 3 years.

Martha and I developed a freindship. For some time we enjoyed one anothers company alone. A friend sat for the boys as the family lived in another state.

The day came for me to go to her home and meet her sons, Toby and Brad. Well I bought a small gift for each of them. That is the way to a boys heart.

I arrived to hear raised voices. I think I caught the words 'and please behave', before Martha opened the door to me. The two boys hid behind Martha and stared out at me. Toby and Brad were lovely looking boys with fair skin. I could tell that they were full of energy and both had blond curly hair. Brad's was a little red, but mainly blond.

During my first days with martha and her boys I felt a strong urge that we should be together. After all that business back in the UK it was good to have a new start.

It was only six months later when I married Martha.

Six years passed by...........................

''Dont worry Toby'', Dave said to his best friend '' maybe he will not be too hard on you''

''You dont know my dad that well then, do you''Toby replied.

Toby knew that the fcat that he had come top again in the PE and sports section of his year and had led the swim team to victory again, as he had every year for 6 years, would not make the slightest difference to what would be happening to him when he got home. His report card showed that Toby had five subjects where his grades were under the 70% pass rate which his dad insisted that he and Brad achieve.

Failure to achieve the required grade meant one stroke of the cane for each percentage mark under the required level.

It had not been so bad when his mum was alive but since she had died Dad had become much stricter and his cane was now kept on show in the hallway of their house ready for use.

Dave went on 'Well I guess it can't be much fun attending the school where your Dad is headmaster''

Toby walked across the playing fields towards his house. He would meet up with Brad and see how his younger brother had done in his report. Brad aws really afraid of dad's cane and Toby did what little he could to defend his younger brother.

When they had been little Toby had even admitted to things that Brad had done to avoid Brad being punished.

The boys father waited in the study of their home. Brad was upstairs in bed already, sobbing and no doubt still rubbing his whealked bottom. His Dad loved the way that Brad remained bending for his caning but always rubbed his bottom hard through his shorts as he left his Dads study. He did well for a nine year old.

Now the man could see Toby walking across the playing fields toward the house. Of course he already knew the boy's grades. He had 'requested' several of Toby's teachers to mark the boy harshly. As he stared across toward the boy he marvelled at the way the boy had grown. He was slim, the daily swimming coaching had achieved that. Toby had a slim waist but well defined buttocks and thighs. The boy's blond hair blew across his forehead and Toby swept it back with his hands.

Soon the boy would be standing in front of his desk. He bent the thin junior rattan cane in his hands.

Toby is the image of Brain, he thought.

The end.


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