NEWBROOM II
BY FW
To get the flow of this story. You should first read NEWBROOM, posted late July 98.
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Josh Wilson and Travis Wade, stood before the Headmaster's study. Exactly one week since their last visit. the only difference being this time they were in day clothes, rather than night clothes. Also this time they knew what to expect.
Their bottoms had healed, time and the resiliency of youth had erased all evidence of the caning they had received on their last visit. Soon however that would change as they were reporting for the second half of the caning they had been told they were to receive. Another twelve strokes each, on the bare buttocks.
Josh knocked. "Come in"
The two young men started into the study. Josh first, Travis followed and walked right into his friend as Josh stopped abruptly . Travis looked into the study and he too gasped and took a step back at what he saw. The headmaster was not alone, seated in front of the large desk were two Gentleman that the two boys knew very well.
Their Fathers.
"Come on inside and close the door please" the Head motioned them on in.
The Fathers just nodded at the sight of the boys, and it was very obvious that they were not happy campers.
The boys just stood looking very dejected while the Head explained.
"Your parents are on a business trip that brings them to this area, and they decided to visit the school to get some recommendations from me as to your furthering education needs. I know that I told you that there would be no mention of these sessions from myself. I do however feel that the responsibility I owe your parents is paramount in this matter. Had they not happened by, I assure you that there would have been no mention from myself."
Travis's father interjected, "This is true we pried this information from Dr. Wright." Josh's parent nodded in agreement.
Mr. Wade continued, "What is going to happen here is that we are going to complete your punishments. Dr. Wright has graciously given permission to use his office as long as necessary to accomplish this."
The head gathered some papers from his desk, and saying "take all the time you need", left the study.
Mr. Wilson rose and stood right in front of his son. "You are going to have to 'THINK' _d_a_m_n_ it, had Dr. Wright chosen to expel you and Travis. Just how do you think your Mother's would have taken the news, that their little darlings were caught in the act of mutual masturbation. Can you imagine the conversations at the Bridge club, 'Oh yes Travis and Josh are great friends, they Jack Off together.' "
The two youths could not hang their heads any lower . The father's ranted on for several minutes, the act itself was not unnatural but to mutual participation was not entirely the accepted thing in there circles. The boys were to be whipped by the two men, and they could rest assured that it would be a memorable whipping.
"Travis the car is in the driveway, take these keys to the boot, and you will find some riding equipment there. Specifically there are some riding crops and your Mother's small whip, bring them in here."
Travis left the study and Josh just stood thinking of the misery that was about to be inflicted upon the buttocks of the two young men. His Father had whipped him previously, and it was not a pleasant experience.
Mr. Wilson continued, " Another reason we stopped here was to inform you both that the Wade's and your Mother and I will be away for the Summer, business and pleasure will take us overseas for several weeks. You and Travis will now stay together at our estate. The original plan was to allow you both to take several trips to places we thought you would enjoy. That has all changed you will now take only one, the rest of the holidays will be spent 'WORKING' around the estate grounds. You will be under direct control of Adam, the head Gardener. He will be given all the permission he needs to keep you both toeing the line. Any infraction of his orders will be dealt with in the potting shed. Need I say more?"
Travis re-entered the room before Josh could mumble any sort of reply, but he had been to the potting shed before. Adam White was a retired Sgt. PT Instructor in his Father's old regiment. The last time Josh had left the potting shed his buttocks were screaming in agony with every short step he took. That had been on the Easter holiday, just a couple of months ago, and that had been for being a mere 15 min late.
Mr. Wade took the crops and whip from his son, the crops were the usual stiff cane like shaft, with the small leather paddle on the end. The mini whip was about 30 inches overall, more flexible than the crops, and the end consisted of several short thongs about 2-3 inches long.
"Right, well let us go to your room, and the good Dr. can have his study, lead on Travis."
The little procession wound its way from the Administration area, to the Senior dorms, and into the room shared by the two boys.
Mr. Wilson wasted no time on niceties . . . "Strip both of you, everything off"
While Josh and Travis were undressing Mr. Wade put the instruments to be used on the table. The two Fathers removed their coats, and rolled up their shirt sleeves. The naked youths stood trying to cover their genitals.
"Put your hands at your sides, we want to see what you have that has got you into this mess." the boys complied, Mr. Wade continued, pointing with a crop at the now shrinking penises, " So those things are the reason for your trouble, well I don't doubt they will get you both into a lot more before you are a lot older and wiser. you must not let the head between your legs control all your waking thoughts."
Standing back he spoke to his son, "Travis, hands on the wall, you know the drill."
Travis put his hands on the wall, about waist height, stepped back so that he was bent over then without being told, spread his legs wide apart. Josh who stood somewhat to the side and behind his friend could see the sphincter that had given them both so much pleasure. Without any further ceremony Mr. Wade tapped Travis's buttocks with a crop, and said.
"Do not move, until I tell you to, understood?" Travis replied "Yes Sir"
The first slashing cut of the remaining twelve strokes of the punishment, scorched its way across the unprotected buttocks of the young man. Josh who was standing with his hands on his head watching visibly jumped at the sight of the blow. Travis almost stood up then fell back into position. A welt appeared on the whiteness of his bottom, and a larger red spot started were the leather paddle like tip of the crop had nipped at his thigh. WHAAACK!! the second stroke landed almost in the same place. The third brought a mewing sound from Travis as he tried bravely to avoid crying out. Josh stood wide eyed as his friends buttocks were flailed with the crop. The whipping continued until Travis had received six strokes from that crop. In conversation afterward the boys agreed that the crop was the equal if not more painful than the cane.
"Change places you two" the two exchanged glances as they moved into their new positions. Through tear-filled eyes Travis could now see the sphincter of his friend. The white buttocks, and just a glimpse of genitals as Josh awaited the lashing his Father was about to deliver. Mr. Wilson had chosen a crop similar to the one used on Travis.
The same brief order. "Don't you dare move, until told to." Josh's "Yes Sir" was almost a croak.
What must have been a ball of fire ignited and ran across Josh's buttocks. He had to really concentrate on not moving , his knees sagged a little just as the second stroke landed causing the stroke to be higher on his bottom.
"Be still _d_a_m_n_ you" . . . and the third landed further down on the fleshy sitting part of his buttocks. he could not control his emotions and cried out at each blow as it cut across his burning backside. After the sixth, he was ordered to stand alongside his friend. Neither youth was allowed to touch his red hot body were the slashing strokes had landed.
The Father's took all the pillows off each bed and piled them all in the middle of one bed, Josh's.
"Travis get on that bed, I want your butt in the air, relaxed, spread your legs keep your hands on your head and eyes front."
Travis obeyed and his red welted buttocks were raised and vulnerable to what was to be the last six strokes of his punishment. Taking the mini whip Mr. Wade took a couple of practice cuts on the next bed. Turning around he lay the small whip gently across his son's upturned bottom.
Then he drew it back and quickly lashed it down across Travis's bottom. At the last split second before it contacted the red flesh of his son he flicked his wrist causing the thongs that formed the tail of the whip to snap at the exposed flesh. The whip rose and fell with such speed that the last blow had landed before Travis was fully conscious of the pain of the first. As quick as the whipping had been the pain coursing through his buttocks was quicker he let out a scream as the nerve ends reacted to the effects of the whip.
"Change places" Travis leapt off the bed clutching his bottom, tears streamed down his face as the pain of the last strokes registered in his body.
"Hands on your head dammit, you want some more?" his Father hissed in his ear. Travis did as he was told he wanted to never ever again feel the bite of that instrument.
Josh was now on the bed and had received his instructions to be still. His Father as had Mr. Wade, immediately went to work on the burning buttocks of his son. Six times he flicked his wrist to let the stinging leather thongs do their work on the fire covered flesh of his son's buttocks.
Finally he was finished and threw down the whip, he was plainly tired from the effort put into the chastisement.. "You may stand hands on head" Josh got off the bed, and could not deny his buttocks a quick rub before standing along side his friend.
"I hope you have learnt a lesson, if your Mothers ever find out the whipping you will then get will make this one feel like a walk in the Park."
The men went on to say that during the Summer Holidays they would be caned as seen fit by Adam White the Gardener. They were to be his Laborers until the Parents came home, half way through the holidays. What happened after that was to be seen.
Mr. wade told them both they had taken the punishments well, that did not do anything for the boys who still stood naked with hands on head. their penises mere buttons showing in their nests of pubic hair. Not at all in the rampant state they had been when they were initially discovered masturbating.
After a while the parents took their leave with the usual admonitions to behave etc. When they were at last alone both young men cried silently as they comforted each others still scorching bottoms. As if on cue Josh turned to the bathroom to get the cream, and Travis slid the newly installed bolt into the closed position on the door.
Laying on the bed Travis felt the cooling effect of the cream on his burning flesh. Then relaxed even more as he felt the lubricated hardness of his friend push against the pink spot that was his sphincter. Later both young men satisfied with the relief they had enjoyed with each other , lay on their stomachs, and Josh proceeded to tell Travis about Adam White, and his prior visits to the potting shed. The summer holidays would be challenging to say the least.
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