"Bryan, Bryan come here at once. How many times have I told you to hang up your uniform after school. Uniforms cost a lot of money and we cant afford to have you throw it down as though it is old rubbish. Go to your room pick up your uniform and fold your shorts and hang up the other clothes. I'll be in directly to see how you are doing and to deal with you for not doing as you are told."
Bryan went to his room and did as he was told. He thought that he was going to get an other hiding, oh well so what. His mother came to his room. In her hand she carried the belt that Bryan's bum had felt on quite a few occasions. She looked about the room and saw that it was neat and tidy.
"Right, bend across the end of the bed."
Bryan did as he was told with a slight trembling in his stomach. At least he wasn't going to be made to pull down his jeans.
His mother said, "I've changed my mind. Take off your jeans and bend over again. I'll be back in a minute." She left the room and a few minutes later came back with a switch cut from the willow tree in the back garden. "I'm going to give you 6 whacks with this switch. It may make you do as you are told."
Bryan let out a gasp as the first whack landed across his underpants. A few seconds later he heard a swish and crack as the second one landed. His bum felt as though it had caught on fire in two places. Swish crack and number three had landed. Bryan let out another gasp then cried out as whacks four, five and six landed.
Bryan's mother said, "Let that be a lesson to you so that you will always look after expensive things."
"Yes Mum, I'm sorry Mum," said Bryan.
"Now get your homework done or you will be in trouble at school as well." With that she took the switch and went back towards the kitchen to prepare the evening meal.
Bryan waited until he heard the kitchen door squeak as it closed then went across the passage to the bathroom. He stood on the chair and looked over his shoulder at his bum in the mirror. It had bright red lines running across it where the switch had landed and by running his fingers over the lines he could feel that they were raised slightly over the parts where his flesh was still white. Then he noticed his _c_o_c_k_ starting to grow. Bryan knew about the facts of life because they had been told about it at school in the science class. He got off the chair pulled up his underpants and jeans and went back to his room to do his homework. He sat at his desk in his room, he could still feel his _c_o_c_k_ and by now it felt as though it was trying to burst out the front of his jeans. He Willie and Sel had talked about wanking or 'whacking off' as some of the other boys called it, but so far had not done any thing. He had woken up a few times in the morning and found the front of his PJs all sticky and been told by his dad that it was normal for boys his age to have wet dreams.
Bryan felt his _c_o_c_k_ through his jeans with his hand. He rubbed it a little and was surprised at how good it felt. Homework was forgotten as he played up and down the length of his prick, first through his jeans, then pulling down the zip he held his _c_o_c_k_ in his hand. He rubbed a little more this time it didn't feel so comfortable so he spat into his palm and then carried on rubbing, closing his hand around his prick. Suddenly without warning he felt a jolt down near his balls spreading rapidly up the length of his _c_o_c_k_ Then there was a thick white liquid spurting from his _c_o_c_k_ which he couldn't control, all over his English home work and onto the desk top. Bryan felt just great but he knew he had better clean up the mess before Tom or his mother came into the room. He went across the passage to the bathroom and got a small hand towel and wiped off his books and the desk top. There was a pleasant musky smell in the room. Bryan wiped his _c_o_c_k_ and stuffed it back into his underpants and zipped up his jeans and threw the towel in the laundry basket and put a clean one in the bathroom.
He sat down at his desk and started to think about his home work. Looking down at his book he noticed that the page had gone all wrinkled where he had come on it. Hoping it would be okay he left the book open on the desk and stretched out on his bed to think about the events that had happened that afternoon.
Tom came into the room and said, "Tea (dinner) is ready."
Bryan followed him to the dinning nook at the end of the kitchen where his mother was dishing up tea while his father was cutting large slices of cold meat off the previous days roast beef.
"Did you finish your home work?" asked his mother. "Near enough," answered Bryan. "Well it will be your fault if you get into trouble at school," said his mother. They all sat down and had tea.
Next morning Bryan went off to school. He thought that he wouldn't say anything about his hiding or wanking himself, to Willie or Sel. Arriving at school he was just putting his bike in the bike shed when he was surprised to find he was surrounded by a group of boys older than him self. They grabbed him and dragged him towards a water tap. Bryan struggled but couldn't make them let him go. One of the boys said, "If you struggle it will make it worse for you. We are going to put you through an initation into the school. Someone turned on the tap and the group pushed Bryan's head and shoulders under it. Bryan continued to struggle. A meaty fist was swung against his nose and suddenly his nose started to bleed.
"We told you not to struggle," one of the group said as they left Bryan to go to assembly. Bryan stood there his nose bleeding getting over the sudden attack. He went to the toilet block and washed his face and held his nose under the cold tap to try and stop the bleeding. In the distance he heard the bell for assembly and thought that he had better get to assembly before he had more trouble. He rushed towards the assembly hall and at the door was stopped by a prefect.
"You are late. What's your name? Detention after school today," said the prefect before Bryan could say anything. "Johns B," replied Bryan. "But it wasn't my fault." "No excuses, don't be late for detention or you will be in real trouble. You know if you are late twice more you pay an unpleasant visit to Mr Cronin's office. Okay, go to your form room and wait quietly."
Bryan went off towards his form room. The first period of the day was English with Mr. Bloudon He heard the end of assembly bell ring and a few minutes later the rest of the form arrived in the room with Mr. Bloudon close behind. Mr Bloudon called the roll then wrote up the days lesson on the blackboard. The class settled down to the lesson. Mr Bloudon walked about the room checking that everyone knew what was supposed to be done and were doing it. He got to Bryan.
"Can I see your homework," he said. Bryan showed him his book. "What! You haven't finished your homework after what I told you yesterday. I'll see you at the end of the period." Bryan wondered what was going to happen. He managed to get about halfway through the set exercise when he heard Mr. Bloudon say, "right boys that's it for this period. Johns come out here." Bryan went out to he front of the class. Mr. Bloudon went across to the cupboard and got out the cane and said to Bryan, "I warned you yesterday about doing homework and it appears as though you have ignored my warning. Bend over and touch your toes. Bryan did as he was told he felt the cane tapping across his bottom. He heard a swish then crack and for a few seconds felt nothing then suddenly a searing pain lanced across his bum far worse than what his mother had given him the previous day. There was a break of about 10 seconds and the next stroke whistled down to land across his shorts. From a distance he heard Mr. Bloudon say, "Right let that be a lesson next time you ignore what you are told it will be worse." Bryan went back to his desk. Just as he got there the bell rang signaling the end of the period. Bryan gathered up his books and joined the rest of his class mates to go to the next period.
Willie and Sel asked him how it felt to get the cane. Bryan said, "At break I'm going to the toilet to look at the marks but it is worse than anything I've ever had at home." He rubbed his bum with one hand. At the end of the next period it was morning break. There was a 15 minute break before school resumed for the next period. Bryan and his two friends went to the toilet. After having a pee Bryan went across to the wash basins and dropped his shorts and pealed the back of his underpants down and looked over his shoulder to see if he could see anything. Willie and Sel looked also. In the mirror Bryan could see two deep purple lines across both cheeks of his bum about an inch apart. The marks from the switching he had got from his mother the previous day were still there, but they were now just a series of faint blue lines. Even after 45 minutes his bottom was still sore. He pulled up his shorts and the friends went out to throw a ball about until the start of the next period.
When he got home that afternoon he had to answer questions from his mother on why he was late home from school. After she was told that he had got detention, his mother told him to get on with his home work. Bryan went to his room and did all his home work. He was determined not to get the cane again. It hurt to much. After finishing his home work he went to the toilet and then washed his hands. His bum was not so sore now so he stood on the chair and had a look over his shoulder. The cane marks were still there bright purple in two straight lines right across both cheeks about an inch apart. Mr Bloudon certainly knew how to cane he thought. He touched his bum and could feel the slightly raised marks from the cane. While he was thinking about the caning he had received he started to get hard again. He went back to his bedroom and sat at his desk touching his half hard _c_o_c_k_ through his shorts. He got up from the desk and lay on his back on his bed and kept on rubbing away at his now straining hard _c_o_c_k_. He was just going to let down the zip when Tom came into the room to tell him that tea was ready. Bryan happy that he hadn't been caught with his _c_o_c_k_ in his hand got off the bed and went and ate his tea.
Chapter 4
Bryan had been late for school twice in the last two weeks. So far he had avoided getting the cane again from Mr Bloudon or any of the other teachers. However on his way to school that morning he had stopped to look in a shop at a magazine and time had passed more quickly than he thought. When he had got to school the assembly bell had already rung and he was told by the duty prefect to report to Mr Cronin the deputy Head at 3.30pm at the finish of school. Bryan worried all day. While he was talking to Sel and Willie in the school library about his appointment with Mr Cronin one of the fourth form boys that were near by said, "He makes you take your pants down." A couple of girls near, giggled and Bryan could feel his face go red with embarrassment. Finally the last bell of the day sounded and the class was dismissed to go home, except those who had detention or other appointments. Bryan had asked where Mr Cronin's office was and he made his way there. When he got there, there were three other boys waiting. As far as Bryan knew they were senior to him and one of them was in the 5th form, he had been pointed out to Bryan as a promising cricketer. Mr Cronin came along the corridor and went into his office leaving the door ajar.
A few seconds later he came to the door and said, "Stewart, come in." Stewart was in the 4th form, he looked at the other three and went into the office. The door was left ajar and Bryan and the two other could hear a murmur of voices. Suddenly Mr Cronin's voice was raised and he said, "This is the third time this term you have been sent to me for some prank or fooling around in class. You have been warned and given detention and that should have been enough, bend over. Down further so your fingers are touching your toes, you know the drill by now." There was a click and then the sound of a cupboard door closing, a couple of swishes as a cane was tested through the air. A louder swish followed by a meaty crack as the cane connected with a tightly stretched behind. Ten seconds later another swish crack followed by a slight groan from the luckless Stewart, two more strokes then the voice of Mr Cronin, "Right get up and get out. It will be more next time I see you here for punishment."
Stewart came out of the office with a red face trying hard to show that he wasn't really hurting. He had his arms at his sides. Mr Cronin came to the door and looked at the three remaining boys. "Brownlee you are next." The fifth former followed Mr Cronin into the office.
The door was left ajar again. The murmur of voices followed by the louder voice of Mr Cronin telling Brownlee to bend over. A sound of the cane swishing through the air, a pause, the sound of the cupboard being opened and closed. Again, the sound of a cane swishing through the air. Then a louder swish followed by a meaty thud, ten seconds later another swoosh crack. Swish thud stroke number three was delivered. Still it went on. As the fifth stroke landed there was a groan from Brownlee, then a louder swish followed by CRACK, Brownlee let out a yell, "OOWWow" , then the voice of Mr Cronin telling Brownlee to get up and get out, Brownlee came out of the office with tears glistening in his eyes and holding his behind with both hands.
There were two left outside the office. Who was to be next and how many would they get.
"Black, come in." The 4th former went into the office his left hand already rubbing his behind. The door was left open a little wider this time. Bryan could see into the office. Black was told to bend over. Bryan could see two canes on Mr Cronins's desk. Mr Cronin picked up the thicker one of the two, and Black got three strokes each about ten seconds apart the last two making his bum roll and shudder with the strokes. Black was told to get up and get out.
"Johns get in here," called Mr Cronin. Bryan went into the office. He felt as though he wanted to be sick. He looked at the two canes resting on the desk and was wondering which one was going to be wrapped over his bum. He hardly heard what Mr Cronin was saying.
"I'm disappointed that you have got off to a bad start at school in this your first term, you have been late three time in two weeks and as well there was a prefects report that you were very cheeky when told to help with a tidy up task on the playing field after last weeks cricket match. Have you anything to say?"
Bryan had all sorts of excuses racing through his head but he felt that none of them would be good enough to get him off a caning so all he said was, "I am sorry Sir, I'll try not to let it happen again."
Mr Cronin picked up the thinner cane and swished it through the air a couple of times. "Have you had the cane before?"
"Yes, I got two whacks from Mr Blouden for not doing my homework properly," replied Bryan.
"Well you know what to do. Bend over. I am going to give you 4, I want you to stay down, don't try to protect your bottom with your hands and don't get up until you are told."
Bryan bent over and touched his toes. He felt the cane tapping across his bum a couple of times, then swish crack. He felt the cane land, it seemed to wrap itself right across his bum and around his right thigh. There was a sting then the pain washed through him. The second stroke landed. Bryan could feel tears at the back of his eyes. He was determined not to cry out so he clamped his mouth shut. The third stroke landed with a swish and a crack. A groan got past his shut lips and he felt nearer to crying. There was a longer pause before the last stroke. The swish and crack sounded a lot louder and the pain was incredible as it surged from his burning behind. Again the tip of the cane wrapped around his right thigh causing an extra quota of pain. He was told to stand. Staring at Mr Cronin through misty eyes, Bryan could only nod as he was told to behave himself in future and to get out.
Bryan walked out of the office and went down the corridor to the toilets. When he went inside he found Brownlee washing his face at the basins. Bryan went up to the basins and washed his hands and then rushed cold water over his face. He really wanted to pour cold water over something else that was burning inside his shorts. He looked sideways at Brownlee and caught him looking at Bryan.
"How many?" Brownlee asked.
"Four."
I think I'm bleeding." Brownlee pealed down his shorts and looked over his shoulder at his rear. There was a perfect five barred gate, with an angle stroke holding the other five. Where the angle stroke had crossed two strokes blood was seeping through. No wonder Brownlee had cried out as the last stroke had whistled down. Brownlee wet his handkerchief under the tap and dabbed at the weals on his bum. Bryan started to head for the door. He was not showing his bum to anyone. Brownlee said, "See you around." Bryan got to the door just as the custodian came through it. Bryan pushed past and went out to the bike shed where his bike was. Sel was waiting for him. Bryan got his bike from the rack not really feeling like talking.
Sel asked, "How many?"
"Four, ouch," as he tried to sit on the hard bike seat. "I think I'll walk home." Bryan and Sel walked home together. When they got to Sels house Sel asked if Bryan wanted to come in for a bit. "No, I had better get home otherwise I'll be in trouble there as well as school."
When he got home his mother was waiting for him. "Have you been in detention again?" she asked.
No, I had to stay to see Mr Cronin because I was late for school and he gave me 4 of the cane. Gee my bum is sore."
"Serves you right for not obeying rules Bryan. You had better get your homework done or you will be getting more stick. Don't forget your chores after you have finished your homework."
Bryan went to his room and flung his bag on his bed. He went to the toilet for a pee and then went into the bathroom. Standing on the chair he looked at his bum. He had four straight stripes across both buttocks about an inch apart and he could see where the cane had curled around his thigh twice. His bum still felt hot where the deep red weals were. Bryan massaged his bum and felt his _c_o_c_k_ growing. The bathroom door started to open, Bryan just managed to get his shorts up and got off the chair as his father came in.
"Sorry son, didn't know you were in here," then seeing Bryan's face asked, "what's a matter?"
"I got the cane at school today and gees my bum is sore."
"How many and who from?"
"From old Cronin and he gave me four."
"Well I'll be blowed, Jack Cronin is still there is he. Son wait till you get six of the best from him then you will have a very sore bum to complain about." Bryan's father went to the basin to wash his hands and then went back to his bed to continue sleeping until being called for tea.
Bryan went to his bedroom and sat down at his desk to do his home work. He grabbed a pillow off his bed to sit on as the chair seemed very hard all of a sudden. After finishing his homework he went outside to do his chores and after mowing the back lawn he went back inside and lay on his bed thinking. His _c_o_c_k_ was straining at the front of his shorts again so Bryan hauled down the zip and grabbed a handful. He came straight away not even having a chance to rub his _c_o_c_k_ once. Bryan wiped up his cum just as his mother called him for tea.
After tea he went back to his room and laid on his bed again. He started to feel uncomfortable laying on his back so he turned over on to his stomach. Tom came into the room and asked if he was going to watch TV and Bryan told him no. Bryan picked up a book that he was reading, a book that he was enjoying. He came to a part where the hero of the story was threatened with a flogging if he did not carry out some tasks. Bryan started to get hard again. Because the rest of the family was watching TV there was not much chance of discovery, so Bryan got out his _c_o_c_k_. This time it lasted a lot longer and when he came it felt great. Bryan got off the bed and threw the towel that he had come on into the laundry basket, had a shower and went to the lounge to wish his parents good night. As he was leaving the room he heard his father say to his mother that he'll be a bit quiet for a few days because Jack Cronin had given him the cane. Listening outside the door Bryan heard his mother reply saying some thing that he could not catch so he went to bed. Sleeping on his stomach he never heard Tom come into bed at 8.30pm.
Bryan did not get the cane for the rest of the term and he wasn't late for school either. As for the rest of the year, he got the cane a couple of times, but only one or two strokes each time, except during the last term of the year he got three from Mr Blouden for playing up in class.