Autumn term wore on. Steve kept his journal faithfully and Eric was, on the whole, satisfied with the efforts he was making. However, that did not stop him from administering some pretty stern thrashings for what Steve considered were very petty offences. He particularly chafed at the early bed time (9pm) and ban on going to pubs which Eric imposed on him one week. "Who the hell does he think he is? I have to have some time to have fun" he thought. And so it was that Steve found himself in the Hare and Hounds one evening with Samantha, one of his girl-friends, a pretty second-year botany student. They had had far too much to drink and were giggling childishly together. "Wanna come back to my place?" said Steve.
"Why not?" said Samantha.
They left the pub and went back to Steve's college. As they went up the winding staircase and entered his room, Samantha murmured approvingly how nice and secluded it was. As she flopped down on the sofa, she noticed the large number of birch twigs littering the floor, which Steve had not yet bothered to clear up. Being a botanist, she recognised immediately what they were.
"What are all these birch twigs doing on the floor? You been a naughty boy?" she said with a grin.
It was then that the subject of spanking came up and Steve told her about Eric. Samantha, who really had had far too much to drink, blurted out: "Well, I'm a naughty girl and I need a spanking too."
Without thinking Steve then grabbed her by the arm and put her over his knee. He raised her skirt and noticed she was only wearing a thong. She had a gorgeous spankable bottom. At first he gave her just a few playful slaps, which she giggled at and did not take much notice of. Then the momentum built up and Samantha indignantly yelled for him to stop. Her drunkenness had suddenly dispelled. Eventually Steve stopped spanking her and let her get up from his lap. "You pervert!" she cried with tears running down her face. "I ought to call the police, but I'll do better than that. I'll tell Eric!" And with that she left the room, slamming the door behind her.
Steve blanched. He was terrified of what Eric and the professor would do. In a few days' time there was to be a group meeting. At similar meeting the year before, those who had successfully attended the professor's school of discipline for a year were made 'prefects' and given charge over the first years. But maybe Samantha would relent and tonight's incident would not be brought up.
However, Samantha was not the sort of girl to relent. The evening of the group meeting duly came and Steve found himself with eight other young men. There were the third years: Pete, Jack, Eric; the second years: Alex and Chris; and the freshers: Mike, Joe and Ashley, who all looked incredibly young in their shorts. The professor had acquired three more school desks. His enormous 'school-room' had plenty of space to accommodate them. They all sat down at their desks, waiting politely for the professor to speak.
The professor began with a general word of congratulation: "I am very pleased with the way the first years are shaping up. You three - Michael, Joseph and Ashley - are learning fast. In fact you are the best batch of pupils I have had so far! Prefects - Peter, Jack and Eric - you have done a sterling job maintaining discipline over your charges. Well done! You second year men - Alexander, Christopher and Steven - have also made great strides. However, a serious complaint has come to my ears.."
Steve's body immediately tensed. He knew what was coming next.
"Eric tells me a girl called Samantha came to him a couple of days ago. Apprarently, Steven, you spanked her in your room when you were both drunk after a visit to the pub. And you spanked her harder and longer than she was willing. Is that true?"
Steve hung his head in shame and embarrassment. He could not deny it. "Yes sir. I'm afraid it is."
"I regard this as a most serious offence, Steven. What do you think your punishment should be?"
"I don't know, sir. Perhaps you should beat me harder and longer than I am willing. That would be a just punishment."
"It would indeed. But you would still have your dignity. After all, I am Profeesor Andrews and you are my pupil. No, Steven. Your punishment must come from your juniors and from the person you have wronged..."
As he said this, the figure of a girl came out of the kitchen. It was Samantha. Steve was horrified. He was to be punished by a girl and by the three freshers - one of whom he had expected to supervise as a 'prefect' just as Eric had done for the past year.
"But..."
"No buts, Steven. You will receive a birching from each of the freshers. Then you will go over the horse and Samantha will cane you way past your limit until I am satisfied that you understand why you must never discipline a person beyond their endurance."
Steven hesitated. Then he stripped off all his clothing and knelt with his head on the floor and buttocks in the air. The three freshers, each with a fresh bushy birch-rod in hand, took up position, Mike to the left, Ashley to the right and Joe about a foot in front of Steve's head. They had strict orders to birch Steve with full force until all three rods were shredded. Steve quailed at the thought. Last year two rods had been shredded on him when Eric had given him 6 dozen strokes. Today he was likely to receive well over a hundred from three inexperienced lads who had never wielded a birch before and who were likely to land many strokes in the wrong places. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Samantha in her high leather boots looking triumphant.
Suddenly the beating began. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! One birch landed on his left buttock, another on his right, and the third - agonisingly - down the cleft of his buttocks, evoking a scream from Steve. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! The beating continued in batches of three and before long Steve's bottom was on fire. Pieces of birch flew off in all directions forcing the spectators to duck at times. Strokes landed on his upper thighs and on the tender skin between his legs. Steve yelled with pain and the three freshers looked anxiously at the professor. "Carry on!" he said. Eventually on the 120th stroke the professor called a halt. There was hardly anything left of the birch-rods.
"Please may I get up now, sir?" said Steve with trembling voice. His body was now shaking and the skin on his bottom was broken in several places.
"Yes, you may."
"Sir, please may I go to the horse so that Samantha can cane me."
Again permission was granted and Steve looked pleadingly at Samantha as he draped himself over the horse and allowed his wrists and ankles to be fastened to the legs.
"You deserve this" said Samantha. "You need to know what it's like to be beaten way beyond your limit, so that you never do that to anyone else again."
The professor helped her to take up the correct position to administer the caning and showed her the technique of flicking the wrist. She then prepared herself to give Steve his first stroke and tapped his bottom gently a couple of times before bringing her arm back a couple of feet and swinging the cane down as hard as she could on Steve's buttocks. Understandably, it was not an expert stroke. It landed unevenly and did not cause much pain. Gradually, however, her technique improved and some serious stripes started to appear on Steve's bottom, accompanied by some heart-wrenching yelps when she got it right. Those yelps were music in her ears and she continued to pound his arse mercilessly. "Sam! Sam! Please stop! Your're really hurting me!" sobbed Steve, fighting back his tears. Samantha hesitated and looked at the professor, who nodded to her that the beating should continue. By this time Steve's bottom was seriously bleeding. In fact blood was trickling down both his thighs. Samantha gave him another two dozen really hard strokes and then hung up the cane. By now Steve was bawling continually and tears were streaming down his face. Finally he composed himself and said. "I'm sorry, Samantha. Now I know how you felt when I spanked you. Can you ever forgive me?"
Samantha smiled and said, "I really enjoyed that! Yes, Steve, I forgive you on one condition."
"What's that?"
"If ever you do something to annoy me again, you'll drop those trousers and pants and let me cane you!"
Steve grinned and readily agreed. Then he was released and rose painfully from the horse. His buttocks were just one big weal. They had gone hard and it was agony even to touch them let alone sit down. It was painful even to walk, but Steve went over to Samantha and they hugged. Steve was so relieved that their relationship had not broken up. Samantha then cleaned his wounds and put dressings on his very sore buttocks and thighs. Her tender touch made him forget the agony and humiliation of his beating.
Professor Andrews was impressed by the way Steve had taken his punishment and had submitted to the humiliation of being punished by three freshers and a girl. He appointed Alex and Chris as 'prefects' to look after Mike and Joe, but still required the second years to continue submitting to their own 'prefects' - Pete and Jack. However, he did not appoint Steve as prefect over Ashley until the following term as he wanted to be sure that Steve could exercise authority and administer discipline properly.