Frank thoroughly enjoys spanking young boys bare bottoms, and as housemaster to 65 boarding school boys between the ages of 10 and 13 its something hes obliged (and delighted!) to do several times a month. If theres one thing he enjoys more than spanking a young boys bare bottom its spanking a young boys bare bottom when its wet and slippery from the shower or bath. And thats exactly what hes going to do in a couple of minutes.
Even better hes going to do it twice. Even better still, the second time it will be to Robin Heal. Robin is one of those lean wiry little blonde boys whose firm buttocks are a particular delight to spank, and by great good fortune the 12-year-old has spent the Easter holiday in Tenerife. His hair is bleached by the sun and his body is deeply tanned except for his milky-white midriff.
That May morning the two boys had woken early and, against school rules, had decided to go downstairs and collect some biscuits from their lockers, little imagining that Frank would be prowling around. On finding them his judgment was simple: Since youre so keen on getting up early you can shower early, then Ill warm up your bottoms for you. Thus it is he finds himself sitting comfortably on a chair watching the two naked little boys soaping themselves under the gushing shower.
Rinse off, chaps. Joe, Ill take you first. The dripping child approaches nervously. The boy needs a haircut, thinks Frank, you could take him for a girl if you didnt look below his belly button. (In 1974 boys wore their hair long).
Over you go, says Frank indicating his left leg. He prides himself on beating boys considerately: he never shouts or attempts to intimidate, nor does he handle them roughly in the course of punishment. But hes a big man with a large hand and a strong arm and a vast experience of thrashing naughty boys. The offence isnt too serious so a hand-spanking will suffice.
Three on each side of your bottom. He fiddles briefly with the childs backside to get it exactly right, then starts spanking: the first blow central, the second high and the final one low – almost catching the top of the thigh. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Robin watching his friends punishment with rapt fascination – Frank can imagine the churning in the young boys stomach as the seconds tick away and his turn to submit his bottom approaches. He notes with a chuckle that, as so often, nervous little fingers have found a slip of flesh to toy with – the little worm Frank had noted in the shower is starting to develop a bit of backbone.
He deals with Joes other buttock in a symmetrical fashion, and allows the youngster to get up and rub himself. Back to your dormitory pronto. The boy is probably annoyed to be deprived of reciprocal viewing rights, but Frank intends to take his time with young Robin and needs no observers. (He once overheard a boy saying: The trouble with Frankie when he whacks your bum is he sort of drags it out, and he accepts that as fair criticism – when a bottom as spankable as young Robins comes his way he certainly doesnt hurry.)
Come here you young hound. He indicates a spot to his right, and lays a proprietorial hand on Robins rear, pushing the little boys hips forward slightly. His eyes roam the pale skin of the childs middle, where the organ that makes him a boy is jutting out almost horizontally now.
How many times have I spanked you this term?
Once, Sir.
What for?
Being cheeky to Matron.
Have you been cheeky to her since?"
No, Sir.
And the boffins and psychologists say beating boys doesnt work. What do they know, eh?
I dont know Sir, says Robin in his high, pre-pubescent rather upper class accent. Its this sort of pre-spanking conversation that boys characterize as dragging it out. Robin wishes his housemaster would stop talking and stroking his bottom and just get on with spanking him.
Over my leg. You know how I want your bottom placed?
Yes, Sir.
And hows that.
The middle of my bottom over the top of your leg, recites the boy, climbing into position.
Frankie admires the small white buttocks he is about to spank. Theres a great deal to admire about them: the firmness of tone of the flesh, each buttock a lean muscle, dimpled at the side; the softness of the skin, dappled with droplets of water still; the lovely contrast of colour between the tanned and the untanned skin. He slips his hand between the tops of the boys thighs and edges the little bottom forward slightly – he wants easy access to the lower buttocks. Joes fleshier posterior he had mentally divided into three regions; Robins smaller one he really only sees in two parts: upper and lower. He decides to focus all his spanking on the lower area. Taking a slim, warm thigh in each hand he widens the boys legs a little.
Same as Joe, three on each buttock, he announces, giving his target area a final affectionate fondle. He then raises his arm and brings his hand down hard on the boys lower bottom, and feels the wiry little boy twitch and wriggle. Hes always been a wriggler, thinks Frank, who has a whole private vocabulary to describe young boys submitting to punishment. He notes the reddening of the smacked skin, and brings his hand down again on exactly the same area. Again he lets the squirming subside before delivering another spank.
Give it a rub, old chap, if you like, he says, and watches two small hands fly to the wounded flesh. Really the boy is too old for a hand-spanking – the pain will be relatively short-lived. After a few moments he gently pulls the hands away, ready to attack the opposite bottom cheek. He had spanked the nearer buttock in the obvious way, with his hand perpendicular to the line of the boys body. He decides on a different policy for the further buttock. Swivelling the prone, submissive, naked child slightly and grasping him round the chest with his left hand, he arches himself over in such a way that that he can spank parallel to the buttock. He prises the boys thighs wide apart, determined to catch some of the skin in the between-buttock area which is rarely exposed to touch and is therefore especially sensitive. He lands his blow beautifully and feels Robin not so much wriggle as buck. He steadies the small body and warns the boy to control himself. Then he spanks again and again, eliciting a little wail with final blow.
Up you get. Robin needs no second telling – in a second he is on his feet, massaging his backside – the very picture of freshly-spanked schoolboy. Off to the dormitory, you young scamp. Remember school rules are there for a purpose. The bare little boy grabs his pyjamas and makes his escape, giving Frank a final view of reddened bottom as he disappears through the door.
On his way back to his room Frank peeps into the dormitory and notes with amusement Robin and Joe bent over allowing their punished backsides to be inspected by the other boys, each no doubt counting his blessings that his own pyjamaed bottom is painless and unspanked. Their turn will come, thinks Frank. Hes a man who enjoys his job!