Introduction: James and I have been discussing many of the experiences from our days at boarding school with some of our friends who were there at the time. We have decided to write them up and share them in the way they emerged in conversation. Our chats focused on individuals and hence the stories have been written as we recalled events and span a number of years. The stories are therefore recollections of episodes rather than a narrative or a history.
The stories contain descriptions of _s_e_x_ual preferences, consensual and non-consensual activities, corporal punishment etc. They should not be read by minors or anyone who has an aversion to such matters. Surnames have been withheld since most of the individuals remain within our community today, many in positions of considerable authority or power. The activities are related as we recall them but are not intended to infer that any individual has, or might have, continued such activities beyond the school years which we recall.
1: Rex - Part 1
He entered the senior school from the preparatory school at age 12. He was tall, slim and sported fine fair hair. His face was that of an angel and his body was as near as one could get to perfection. His backside was particularly notable, being round, prominent and firm - something which was of particular attraction to me. Rex and I shared classes in some subjects such as French and Latin but were in separate classes for others. He was a fine athlete, something we shared in common, and a reasonable scholar.
Having shared a shower room with Rex after sports and at the School House (the accommodation for boarders), I had had many an opportunity to examine his charms - opportunities which I did not resist.
It was during a boring French class that I first noticed that Rex was preoccupied with something other than the verb "to be" or whatever it was we were learning.
In every schoolroom two boys shared each desk. Each had their own desktop but the seats were a single platform and there was no obstruction between the two boys. I was sitting at my desk a couple of rows away but caught a glimpse of a hand burrowed in Rex's groin. Given that Rex had both his hands in plain sight, and knowing that he was not possessed of three arms, my Einstein-like brain concluded that Rex's companion was covertly engaged in matters of biology rather than French. I was quite aware of what the wandering hand was discovering for I had noted in the showers that Rex was possessed of a penis which made up for in length what it lacked (at the time) in girth. I was equally aware of a pang of jealousy at being an observer rather than a participant.
For a week or so, I continued to observe and noted that during each French class, Rex shared his desk with a different boy. Fearing the consequences of discovery and also having more direct access to Rex at the House, I determined that I would seek an opportunity for closer examination of his organ in the more relaxed atmosphere of the House.
Within days I had achieved my goal and in the steam of the bathroom Rex and I compared our appendages, gave serious consideration to the most satisfactory technique for masturbation and decided that having something of such a size thrust up one's posterior was probably imprudent and most certainly painful.
Rex was unconcerned that his activities at school were well known amongst his peers and clearly enjoyed the attention. Unfortunately, such activity rarely remains a closely held secret and inevitably became known to a wider circle of boys and hence the prefects.
Who tipped the French Master off is unclear, but the inevitable happened. During translation, the Master would ask each boy to translate a particular portion of text. Normally, when Rex's turn came, he would attend to his duties and his companion would cease his furtive masturbation until the task was completed. On the day that disaster struck, when it came to Rex's turn to translate, he was directed to do so in a standing position rather than the normal seated one.
Hugh, Rex's companion that day tried to quickly withdraw his hand whilst Rex, blushing, inadvertently dropped his textbook on the floor in order to buy time to do up his flies. Furiously fumbling to restore his trousers, Rex recovered the book and slowly rose.
Two things were immediately apparent to those of us who were adjacent to Rex's position. Firstly, Rex was sporting a sizeable erection and, secondly, his hurried attempt to cover the evidence had been only partially successful for part of his shirt protruded from the half-closed flies.
Rex was advised to report to the Deputy Headmaster's study as was Hugh. Nothing was said about Rex's appearance nor about Hugh's obvious activities.
The remainder of the class was told to do some work while the French Master reported to the Deputy Head.
Being in the First Form at the senior school, we knew that punishment would be immediate rather than delayed as was the case for the more senior boys.
Now our French classes were in a classroom directly underneath the Deputy Head's study, so while we could not observe what happened, we could certainly here the unfolding events.
Our classroom was as silent as the grave and quite some time elapsed before we heard the first crack of the cane. A second and third followed at regular intervals and then silence returned. A short while after, the cane began its duty again but this time there were four sharp reports as cane and backside came together. The obvious conclusion was that Rex had received the more severe beating, presumably because it was his penis which had been centre of the acitivity.
Shortly the French Master and the two boys returned. Each boy had red eyes and both sat down rather gingerly.
When the French class concluded we had to move quickly to the next class and so were not able to quiz either Rex or Hugh about their experience but at the lunchtime break we gathered, as tradition required, in the toilets to view the damage.
Hugh and Rex had retained their trousers during their chastisement but the thin material of their pants and underwear had done little to protect their flesh. Each sported a set of purple-black parallel lines which were vivid testimony to the Deputy's accuracy with the cane.
Having satisfied our curiosity, we went about the equally important business of eating.
After School, we returned played sports and had a far better opportunity to inspect Rex and Hugh's stripes which were by that time a dark blue-black colour.
When we returned to the House, Rex and Hugh had to find either a Prefect or the Housemaster to sign the card upon which his punishment was recorded. This card had to be returned the following day as evidence that the proper supervisory authority (parents in the case of Day Boys) was aware of what had transpired.
From Rex and Hugh's perspective it was somewhat unfortunate that the Housemaster was unavailable and they therefore waited until prep and duly presented the card to the supervising Prefect.
We all watched as Rex and Hugh were quizzed about the "crime" and even from the rear one could tell that they were deeply embarrassed by having to reveal in explicit detail what they had been doing. I have to admit that my attention was fixed more on the delectable rears of my two friends and I should not have liked to have been asked to stand up for any reason at that time.
Although a shock at the time, none of us should have been surprised that the Prefect in question decided that the two had brought "dishonour" to the House and that he thought that further punishment was warranted. Having signed the two cards, Rex and Hugh resumed their studies shifting somewhat uncomfortably both from the residual pain and from the prospect of more to come.
While I shared a dorm with Rex and six others, Hugh was lodged in the adjacent room. When we were in bed we heard the unmistakable footsteps of the Prefect coming down the corridor. The steps stopped at the entrance to the dorm next door and we could distinctly hear Hugh being ordered to get up, drop his pyjama pants and bend over the end of his bed. After a moment or two the unmistakable sound of the cane striking Hugh's backside was heard. Two more followed and Hugh was ordered to get back to bed.
I watched Rex as we listened to the sound of the caning. He was clearly frightened knowing that he was next in line.
Within minutes Rex was naked from the waist down and bent over his bed. Four strokes of the cane cracked down and Rex was clearly crying from the pain but emitted only a slight gasp as each stroke descended. When he was back in bed, lying on his stomach, "Lights out" was pronounced the room was plunged into darkness.
After a few minutes, the obligatory examination of the beaten backside took place by torchlight. I touched one of two spots where the gorgeous backside had split - the point where old and new lines intersected and then patted Rex on his head in an attempt to convey my empathy. He reached out and clasped my hand in appreciation and a lasting bond was forged which would last for many years.