NEWBROOM BY FW
The old proverb :- 'New brooms sweep clean.' was being tested.
Illness had brought on the earlier than expected retirement of the Headmaster at Homewood Boarding School on the West coast of the U. K.. The new Head was brought into office at mid term, and from the start had made it plain that some of the older school policies would be changed. Discipline was overhauled, Prefects would take care of the day to day, out of classroom misbehavior of the students. They were issued canes, lengthy, small diameter. They were quickly given the nickname of 'Stingers'. Prefects held punishment sessions right before bedtime.
Teachers were responsible for the classroom, and scholastic misdemeanors. Those infractions were dealt with right away, the favorite instrument of the Teachers was a large gym shoe. They covered a lot of buttock in one swipe, and the nature of the punishment in front of ones peers kept classroom misbehavior to a minimum.
The routine was the same throughout the school. Bedcheck had always been the duty of the Prefects, now it included the meting out of chastisement. As the two duty Prefects entered each dorm, they referred to a list. Anyone who was on the list had his name called, he then got out of bed, and took a position at the foot of his bed. The Prefects then went to each boy in turn and reading from the list stated the infraction and number of strokes each miscreant was to receive.
Six was the maximum they were allowed to administer, at one beating, but any argument usually meant that the one protesting had his name called again after the first round of caning had been carried out. A technicality but one that was frequently used by some. After a boy had been told how many strokes , he then turned and bent over the foot of his bed, gripped the rail, and spread his legs shoulder width. The only protection the boy had was his pajamas. One Prefect would place his hand on the neck of the boy to keep him in position the other would then administer the number of strokes. It was entirely at the discretion of the caning prefect if the pajama protection was left in place. The thin pajama bottom was invariably lowered, and the top bunched under the armpits. To all intents and purposes the boy was nude. Within minutes a white bottom was welted and radiating a fair amount of heat.
After the punishment was complete the boy stood with his hands on his head, his well striped buttocks on display for his fellows. When the dorm punishments were complete, they were all allowed back in to bed. Then the Prefects moved to the next dorm, where those unfortunate enough to have their names on the list had been laying, ears straining to hear the slash of the cane on the others, knowing that when the slashing ceased they were soon to be standing at the foot of their beds.
Josh Wilson, and Travis Wade, both age 18, were Prefects in their senior year at the school. They had the dorm duty twice a week and alternated at wielding the cane. They were friends from their first day at the school had shared dorm's, and all the other things that schoolboys share. Now in their last year they were roommates, seniors had rooms with two beds and private bathrooms.
After they finished their rounds they would retire to their room and relive the caning they had just given. The resulting erections were dealt with either by mutual masturbation or if there had been some above average results then they would share a bed. As they had a private shower they also at times gave each other a few strokes of the cane to heighten their pleasure.
One evening while reliving the caning just administered by enjoying the euphoria of mutually masturbating they were caught in the act. A surprise bedcheck by the new Headmaster, Wades ejaculation had just started its stream, and Josh lay with his stomach covered in his own juices. There was no way out, they were caught.
The order was short and complete.
"Clean yourselves, put your night wear on, then my study immediately." The Headmaster then turned and left the room.
Both boys were stricken at being caught, in the four years they had been in the school twice such incidents had been discovered, and each resulted in expulsion for the parties involved. They quickly cleaned themselves, put on pajama bottoms and bare chested made their way down the hall, and stairs to the Headmasters study. A light showed under the door and they knocked. The Headmaster opened the door and motioned them inside. The study was large. A big desk the focal point, book shelves, pictures, a large leather armchair, a free standing wardrobe, some other furniture items. Both boys had been here before, once to be slippered then again to be caned for repeat offenses.
The Head sat at his desk pointing to an area in front of it he ordered.
"Stand there and be very quiet and still, I have some things to say" the boys obeyed both white as sheets.
"I have taken the last few minutes to inspect your scholastic reports, they are both very good. Your behavior while a normal adolescent function, is however as I found you disgusting. Since my arrival I have gone over the methods of my predecessor, and as you know have instituted some changes. Previous instances of behavior such as yours resulted in expulsion. While for the most part I agree, in your cases however being so close to graduating with a chance of a good college education. I certainly do not wish to create a burden on your parents by them having to find you another school with an expulsion on your transcripts."
Both young men could see that there was hope, they both were thinking the same, anything to be able to continue till the end of the year.
The Head looked them both in the eye, and could see that there was a look of relief in both young men. He did not want to ruin the education of these two for what was in his eyes, a perfectly normal pursuit on a solo basis. During his own youth he had been caught doing the very same thing. He had then had to suffer the taunts of his peers as he had been discovered with his friend by other students.
Looking sternly at both boys, he went onto say.
"Rather than expulsion, I intend to punish you myself. It will be severe, should you wish not to be punished you may leave and start packing . . . what are your wishes?"
Travis, then Josh, both whispered they wished to stay at the school.
"Very well . . . you will each receive twelve strokes now, and one week from tonight you will report to me at the same time for twelve more. There will be no mention of this by me to anyone at the school, if it becomes known it will be you that has told the tale. Do you wish to proceed?"
The shock of the severity of the sentence startled the two then . . . "Yes Sir" from Josh, then the same reply from Travis.
The boys were instructed to move the big armchair into the middle of the room. The Head went to the wardrobe and took out a long package, tearing the wrapping off he pulled out a variety of canes, similar in length, but of varying thickness'.
"Not that it will be of much interest to you both but you have the dubious honor of being the first to be caned by myself since I arrived."
While talking he had selected an instrument of discipline, a rattan cane about four feet in length, and about 1/2 inch in diameter. Pointing to Travis the Head indicated he would be first.
"Over the back of the chair, hips on the top . . . remove your clothing first, it will be some time before you need them."
Travis loosened the waistband and let his pajamas fall to the floor and stepped out of them. To get his hips in the right position Travis had to let his feet hang free of the floor. The Head moved to him and placed one foot on each side of the chair. Travis was now bent completely over the back of the chair his head almost in the seat, his buttocks were stretched tight. His manhood was apparent in the inverted 'V' of his legs.
"You MUST maintain that position with your body you may raise your head but your hips and lower body must be still . . . do you understand?"
"Yes"
"Louder"
"YES SIR"
"We will begin, stay in position"
Pointing to Josh, the Head showed him where to stand. He was to the right of his friend and had a perfect view of his white buttocks. the Head stood to the left of Travis a couple of steps to the rear. The cane was raised shoulder height, the Head pivoted on his left foot, and the initial stroke of the cane lashed the firm white buttocks of the boy. Travis jerked his head as the stroke landed. The master brought the cane back into position, a red stripe came into sight across the buttocks.
Again the cane hissed through the air, and moments later a second stripe appeared, followed by a third and fourth. Travis was now whimpering for the caning to stop, Josh was rooted to the spot his eyes cemented to the rapidly bruising of Travis's bottom. Then Travis moved after the fifth stroke lashed his bottom, his hands moved to cover his buttocks, palms outward. The sixth and seventh stroke landed across his palms, bringing more pleas for a stoppage. A stoppage did occur the master lay the cane on the desk, took Josh by the arm and pulled him to the front of the chair.
"Take hold of his wrists and do not . . do not let go until instructed" the master went back to his position, and taking up the cane.
"We will continue . . . this will be stroke number six." The cane sliced through the air with renewed force and Travis begged for him to stop. Josh could see his friend jerk as each stroke fell, the chair seat was soaked with tears. Each stroke was felt through his wrists.
Ten . . . Eleven . . . Twelve. It was over for Travis, he had received twelve strokes across his now crimson buttocks. The stripes covered his bottom to form an almost red field. His hands were also throbbing from his futile effort to stop the relentless scorching of his being.
"You may stand, take your position there, put your hands on your head", he pointed to where Josh had stood before holding his friend. Travis was unable to rub his burning flesh.
"Over the chair, you know what to do."
Josh started to drop his pajamas, then turned and pleading asked to be excused the flogging he was about to receive. The Head did not give him the courtesy of a reply just pointed with the cane to the chair. Removing his clothing Josh bent over the chair moist from the body of his friend. Josh was a little taller than Travis and his toes just touched the floor. The feet were again positioned the width of the chair, and his somewhat larger manhood was exposed between his legs.
He clenched his buttocks in anticipation of the first cut of the cane . . .the breath explode from his body as it seared his skin. Fifteen seconds and the second slashing stroke landed. Three was the one that drew the cry from his lips . . . "please no more" the end of the phrase coincided with the slap of the fourth stroke.
Travis stared at the cane he followed it every inch of the way as it rose and fell striping the rapidly disappearing whiteness of Josh's buttocks. Josh wanted desperately to stand, cover his body, anything but he had seen Travis fail and suffer more for his effort.
Eight . . nine . . . ten. He gagged out a plea at each stroke, but all to no avail.
The penultimate, and then the final strokes, erupted like balls of fire across his red bottom.
"You may stand, take your place there hands on head"
The cane was replaced in the wardrobe, the master put his coat on. He felt that perhaps what he had done , and would repeat next week was somewhat excessive, but then again it was half over and two possibly very bright careers would continue.
Turning to the boys he said, "You may return to your room, remember no mention of this will come from this office, I will expect you in one weeks time. Then if you have recovered sufficiently we will complete the agreement if not, well, we will wait a while longer. Rest assured it will be completed. Dismiss."
The two boys turned and carrying there clothing limped naked through the silent corridors to their room. Closing the door and turning on the light they examined each other, both boys bottoms were a mass of red welts all distinctly separated by a very thin white area. Cream was brought from the bathroom cabinet, and gently applied to each other. In the process some cream got on Josh's penis, and it stiffened right away, gently he placed the head of his penis on Travis's sphincter and very gently entered his friend. He restricted his thrusting to gentle strokes so that he would not put his weight of the swollen buttocks of Travis. He succeeded until he reached orgasm then he could not prevent a final spurting thrust that changed Travis's moans of pleasure to a painful grunt. The boys changed places, and Travis was equally gentle until the final thrust.
Two very tired and sore youth's turned out the light and laying on their stomachs tried to get some rest. Comments?