Peter Vaughan's Story


by Adrian Smythe

Peter Vaughans story

This story follows on from my previous one: How I met my wife.

Claires ministrations took longer than I had thought and I only had time for a quick supper before bidding a hasty farewell to my host and rushing over to the junior boarding house, where I was on duty after prep.

I was met on arrival by Peter Vaughan, who asked if he could have a word with me. I led him to the housemasters study and closed the door behind us.

Im really sorry, Sir, for what I did. I hope I didnt get you into trouble with Dr Jones. He said.

Well, as a matter of fact, you did, I said, but thats over now. I could have lost my job, but that was my fault for not supervising you properly.

What did he do, then?

I wasnt going to tell you. If I do, you must promise to keep it a secret, for good. If I ever find that youve told someone else Ill find an excuse to beat you so hard that what you had today will feel like a tickle.

OK. I can keep a secret. said Vaughan, images of torture of the worst kind swimming before his eyes.

I knew he wouldnt but decided that, at least for a while, he wouldnt tell anyone. Well, he caned me with a much bigger cane than he used on you.

No! I dont believe that. Ive heard rumours that Dr Jones uses the cane on some teachers, but Ive never believed it.

Do you want to see the marks to prove it? I said. Seeing from his face that he was keen I turned and lowered my pants.

Wow! Those marks are even worse than mine. Do you want to see my bum?

Without any comment from me he dropped his trousers and I looked at the marks the cane had made. Except for one point where two strokes had overlapped the damage was not too bad.

Here, I said Would you like me to put some cream on that sore spot. A friend gave me something to put on my bum and it really helped. I neglected to say that the same female friend had rubbed it in for me.

Yes please, Sir. It might help to soothe it. said Vaughan.

I gently applied some of the cream Claire had left with me. After a while I indicated his erection and said: It might be time for you to get ready for bed so that you can deal with that.

Vaughan blushed and laughed. Before we go, theres one more thing. he said. I think you should punish me for getting you into trouble.

Oh, theres no need for that. I said Youve already had sufficient punishment.

No, it would make me feel better. When my bottom has recovered I would like you to beat me. You could do it next weekend. Most of the boys will be going home on an exeat, so the school will be quiet.

Alright. Come to my flat on Saturday afternoon and I will give you a token beating. It wont be very hard though as I dont think you really deserve it. I said.

We went towards the dormitory together. As we approached the noise of shouting and laughter reached our ears. On entering we saw that, whilst some of the boys were getting ready for bed, a small group were engaged in a loud pillow fight. At the centre were the two miscreants from earlier in the day, Adams and Okello (a Kenyan boy at the school). They were clad only in their underpants so had clearly begun the fight whilst getting undressed. A third boy, Browne, was stark naked and in the midst of throwing a pillow as the boys realised that a master was present.

Right you three. Come with me. and I beckoned them to follow me out of the dorm. Browne stopped to reach for some clothing but I quickly said: No, as you are Browne. If you can have a pillow fight in your birthday suit you can come with me to the masters study like that. The boys followed me into the room and I closed the door once again.

Right, Ill begin with you two. indicating Okello and Adams. I am certain that one of you was behind the misbehaviour in the lab this afternoon, even if it was Vaughan who got into trouble for it.

The front of Adams hair was still showing signs of being singed by the flames. Yes, it was my idea and Okello egged us on. he admitted.

Thank you for owning up. I said. Im going to give both of you four of the cane for that and a further two for disrupting bed-time in the dorm. Browne, you can stay and watch if you like.

On our underpants, Sir? said Adams.

Yes. The same as Vaughan and Im sure Dr Jones is a more expert caner than me. Now come here and bend over. I said indicating a chair in the middle of the room. My reassurance was a little hollow. Whilst Dr Jones might be more expert, I probably had the advantage of youthful strength, and intended to use it. I took careful aim and brought the cane down on Adams white underpants. Thwack!

There was little sign from Adams other than an involuntary jerk of his body. I waited about ten seconds before delivering the second. This time he emitted a high-pitched grunt. By the fourth stroke he was breathing heavily through clenched teeth. The fifth stroke landed just on his sit spot and I could just see the red line below his underpants as I raised the cane for the last stroke which I brought down as hard as I could muster at a slight angle so that it cut across some of the other strokes.

Adams stood unsteadily upright and moved away clenching his bottom with both hands and with a grimace on his face as he struggled not to cry. I motioned to Okello to come forward which he did. As he bent over I admired the graceful beauty of his young black body. I delivered the strokes in the same manner as to Adams but this time there was hardly any movement and not a sound came from his lips. As he stood his eyes were dry and I was left wondering if he had really felt it. I realised though that for an African boy it is unmanly to show any signs of pain but it still seemed unreal.

Right, you two can go. As I said this I looked over at Browne who was standing there, a strange look of fear and excitement on his face, holding his hands in front of him in an attempt to hide his very obvious erection.

Dont worry about that. I said, pointing at his penis. Its perfectly normal. Now come over here and bend over. Since you are naked I will use the slipper instead of the cane.

He looked a little more relaxed. Sir, could I please have the cane. If I dont the other boys will tease me for not having two nice red stripes. he said.

I laughed and nodded my agreement. OK. Ill make sure theyre not too hard. So saying I gave him two good whacks, though not as hard as I had hit the other two boys. Right. Now get back to the dorm and make sure everyone is in bed by the time I get up there, otherwise my right arm will be getting some more exercise this evening. I watched him leave with two red tramlines across his cheeks. I think he was deliberately resisting rubbing them so that the contrast between the red lines and his white bottom would be all the more clear.

That was on the Wednesday evening. The exeat weekend was not the coming weekend but the one after. I had thought that Vaughan might forget about his appointment but mid-afternoon on Saturday there was a knock at the door of my flat. I went to the door and there was Peter Vaughan. It was a hot summers afternoon. I was dressed only in shorts, having removed my shirt earlier to sunbathe on the balcony. Vaughan was similarly dressed in shorts and a t-shirt.

Come in. I said. We both walked into the lounge area and I spoke again to him. Ill give you the choice of punishment implement – the cane or the slipper – since this punishment was your choice anyway.

I was wondering. he said. My father puts me across his knee and spanks my bare bottom. He hasnt done it for a year or two and I was wondering whether you would do that.

The thought of his bare bottom flooded my memory from when he had shown me his stripes ten days earlier. OK. How many swats does your dad give?

No more than six. he said.

I sat down on a stool in the room that I also used as a coffee table. Lower your shorts and get over my knee then. Ill give you six swats on the bottom.

Vaughan surprised me by taking off his t-short first. Seeing my eyebrows raise he said: It will flop down in my face if I dont take it off first. He then lowered his shorts and stepped out of them. They were the kind with a lining and he had no underpants on.

You can see, Im already getting a stiffy. he said with a grin.

I put on my most severe look. Do I take it that the real reason you have volunteered for this is that it gives you a thrill to be spanked by me?

Well, not entirely. I confess the thought of bending over your knee is a little exciting, but I wouldnt want the pain if I didnt deserve it.

Well, then. Ill make sure I spank you hard enough for it to hurt and be more than just a cheap thrill. At this I motioned him to get over my knee. As he adjusted his position to be comfortable I admired his thin young body. Raising my hand I brought it down as hard as I could on one cheek.

Ow! Thats much harder than my dad hits me.

Well, thats good. I said as I whacked the other cheek equally hard. Vaughan didnt comment as I carried on with the other four swats. At the end I said: Is that enough.

There was a slight snort from below and a weak voice said: Keep going. So I continued and gave him another six. By this time my hand was stinging and I knew his bottom was sore from the red marks of my hand on it.

Thats enough. You can get up now. For some reason he had made little attempt to prevent himself crying and the tears were streaming down his face. He moved forward and gave me a big hug. His naked body hugging me felt very good.

Thank you. he whispered. That really hurt but it also felt good. I hope you will do that again for me some time.


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