The Jarvis School for Boys, Part I
by ANONYMOUS
The following story is fictional, but its
characters were inspired by the movie Dutch." While no one ever got
spanked in that movie, there were plenty of deserving characters and
situations which could reasonably serve as the inspiration for many
more stories to follow. Your comments will be appreciated, via e-mail.
(If you have read part I or seen the movie Dutch, then the
characters are well-developed in your mind already, and you should
skip to the next section. For those who haven't read the first part,
some of the descriptive material necessary for "setting the stage" is
repeated below.) The Jarvis School for Boys is located in the
"Big Sky" country of Montana. Nestled in a canyon, the surrounding
scenery is breathtaking and the school's landscaping is a work of
art. Since the boys who are its students primarily come from 'old
money,' however, the school is well-endowed and provides
state-of-the-art facilities for its students. Jarvis'
administration and faculty are concerned only with their prospective
duties and so find discipline to be a distraction from the work they
really love. Since their founder, Alfred Jarvis was a headmaster from
one of the highest ranking schools in London, England, it seemed only
natural then that they would and did adopt the 'prefect model' of
discipline. In this model, older, more advanced students (though not
necessarily more mature), called "Senior Prefects," are placed in
charge of younger students (called 'juniors'). Doyle Standish, whose
father was an investment banker, was one such "senior," and Teddy,
being a junior, was in his charge. Doyle was 14 and almost a black
belt in karate. He was 5'6", weighed about 115#, and had
dishwater-blonde hair and blue eyes. Doyle was trim and always had the
lean, shiny, hairless appearance of a karate competer right before a
fight. He was also known for his ability to give licks (and this
wasn't always said in reference to karate). Teddy was one of the
few students privileged enough to attend Jarvis not because of old
money, but from sheer academic performance, and the fact his father
and mother both worked for the school to help pay for his
education. But Teddy was small. Though he, too, was lean as a fighter,
he was only 5' and weighed in at "just under 100-pounds," as he always
answered when challenged. Still, he was cute as could be and quite
sharp witted, which often got him in trouble. Teddy also had blonde
hair and blue eyes, but he had one thing Doyle did not: a father who
loved him. ***** Part II 199 spanks later, Doyle gave his
last, final, and hardest smack to Teddy's bottom, and Teddy let out an
anguishing cry, "Ahhhh-hhh-hhhh-hhh," until finally, realizing Doyle
was finished, Teddy began to sob uncontrollably across Doyle's
lap. The whole process was so exhilirating to Doyle, he just let Teddy
sob and enjoyed the sounds, site and feel of Teddy's bare, quivering
body across his lap, but Teddy's punishment wasn't yet over. "You
may not pull up your pants, but you may stand with your face in the
corner until I say. Now go." Teddy, still sobbing, rose and
ambled over to the corner. His pants and briefs still bunched around
his ankles, he extended his face into the corner, where he then began
to sob uncontrollably once more, humiliated, broken, and sore, his
butt quivered. About ten minutes later, "Pull up your briefs and
slacks, straighten your uniform, stop crying and get out!" Doyle
commanded. Teddy had no trouble following this instruction, and in a
hurry. Teddy opened the door of Doyle's room to see Andrew, the
Head Prefect, but being ashamed and humiliated he avoided any eye
contact and quickly left swept past Andy. Which was fine with Andy. He
didn't need an explanation, he knew what Doyle had done and he was
persuaded Doyle needed the same done to him. If Doyle was
"almost" a black belt, Andrew was a black belt and with stripes. Andy
had pitch black, loose, curly hair and almost the same color eyes. He
was exquisite looking! In the showers, it was said that all of the
boys noticed his hairless, tanned and tone frame, but what they
noticed too was the way his tan line vanished into a perfect pink
complexion. Any boy who had ever been spanked by this guy longed to
see what some of his own treatment would do to his own backside, but
because Andy was so fair, no one ever really considered causing him
pain for too long. Most just envied him, that's all. Like Doyle, his
family was one of the more prominent in the schools, but his own
family's wealth made Doyle and his folks look like they were in the
poor house. Doyle didn't like this and they didn't get on well. Andrew
was quite pleased, then, to have learned Doyle was punishing Teddy
without a good reason. So, when Andy entered and shut the door, Doyle
knew this wasn't a social call. "Okay, Doyle," Andrew started,
"I've bared the butts of nearly every junior student at Jarvis, as
well as a few seniors, and everyone knows there are just some rule
violations we as prefects just don't enforce. You spanked Teddy really
hard and you did it without a decent cause. Now, its your turn." Outraged, Doyle replied, "No you're not: you're not going to spank me!
It was a clear violation and I had every right to blister his butt! We
will just go to the Headmaster to see who's right here," and with that
Doyle unsuccessfully attempted to walk past Andy. He was stopped
abruptly when Andy shoved him to his bed. "Look, you spoiled
punk! Everyone hear hates you. You are not getting passed me; you are
going to taste your own medicine! There are two ways we can deal with
this matter: either you can cooperate with me, alone in this room, or
I can call in the guys to help. It's that simple. Now, what's it going
to be?" Doyle knew he had no choice, and this was the worst
punishment he could receive. "Okay. What do you want me to do?" "You will get undressed from head to toe, right now. I will watch for
a minute to see that you start and then I will leave to fetch my
brush...." "Oh, please," Doyle interrupted, "Please
don't use that." "Shutup," Andrew said. "Do what you have been
told." Doyle, who had been feeling so exultant only moments
earlier, was now feeling quite unsure of himself. He backed further
from Andy, who was waiting, and removed his blazer. Though noticeably
upset, he laid it neatly on his bed. Slowly he unfastened his tie and
did the same. Unbuttoning his shirt, he pulled it loose from his
slacks, and his young, muscular chest began to show. Andy left
but soon returned with his brush. As Andrew had hoped, Doyle hadn't
gotten much further; he was just removing the shirt, laying it too
neatly on his bed. Sitting now on his bed, Doyle removed his shoes and
socks. Then, rising to his feet, Doyle turned away from Andy for the
removal of his slacks and briefs. Andy thought about insisting
that Doyle face him, but he allowed Doyle this comfort. Besides, this
just enabled him to view the part of Doyle's anatomy he longed to see
the most: his butt! Andrew wasn't at all interested in Doyle's front;
he was a guy, after all! Doyle thought twice about removing his
belt from his waistline and left it in the slacks, unbuckling it only
to make it possible for him to unfasten his pants. Then, the moment
for which Andy had been waiting: Doyle let his slacks fall to the
floor! WOW! Doyle had never showered at the same time as the other
boys, and Andrew was glad, because he might have well competed with
him as the object of their envy. Doyle was lean and firm, also with a
tanned and tone, hairless frame. Only Doyle, with his blonde hair and
blue eyes, somehow had that boyish innocence that made him far more
appealing! But, then came the briefs, and Andrew knew this one would
be fun! Doyle's butt would be by far the most firmly-rounded supple
butt he had ever spanked. The slacks and briefs now lay as the
crowning touch to Doyle's clothes on his bed, and Doyle was facing
away from Andrew with his bottom bared. Pulling himself together,
"Okay, Doyle, you have been wise to cooperate to this point. Please
bend over the bed so that your hands are clinging to the other side of
the mattress and your feet are just slightly off the floor." And so
he did. Doyle could sense Andrew approaching him on his left side
from the rear, and he knew the brush was in his hand. That brush: made
from oak, it was about seven inches in diameter and about
one-quarter-of-an-inch thick; boys who have experienced a "brushing
from Brother Andrew," as it is called, have said that he swings that
brush for distance. Andrew retrieved two pillows from the head of
Doyle's bed and, instructing Doyle to raise up, he placed them under
Doyle's midsection. This served to raise Doyle's feet even more and
sort of arch his butt. Feeling Andrew press the brush against his skin
for measurement, Doyle shivered under its coolness. Andrew
couldn't help butt smile when he noted with pleasure that, with the
brush forcing Doyle's butt flat, his butt was about seven-and-one-half
inches in diameter, exactly the right size for the brush, but they
would get to that later and he laid the brush within his reach and
stood back to admire Doyle's frame once more. Doyle's hairless
frame was breathtaking! Again, approaching Doyle from behind, Andrew
changed plans in an instant, raised Doyle up and led him to the chair
where he, Andrew, sat down. Repositioning Doyle across his lap, he
quickly and forcefully began to spank Doyle.... SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! First one cheek and then the other! Andrew rained
swats down on Doyle, and Doyle began to whimper. Slowly, Doyle's
butt began to change colors, but the firmness and resilience of his
butt drove Andy onward! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Over and
over again, Andy's hand punished Doyle's bare flesh, changing its
color from pale flesh to red meat! Then, unnatural colors! SMACK!
SMACK! Approaching 200, Andrew slowed the licks to steady, hard,
strategically placed swats. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! And, at 200, Andrew
let Doyle remain crying across his lap. (Which is exactly what Doyle
had given the other boy, Andy had learned from Teddy in the hall when
he went to get the brush-a fact that was not lost on Doyle.) Doyle laid there crying, he bottom still sore; he was now ashamed of
how he had treated Teddy. But, his punishment was not over. "Get
up and go reposition yourself on the bed, Doyle." Now, broken,
feeling he deserved this and much more, Doyle raised himself up.
Shivering uncontrollably from crying, he more than once almost lost
his balance. Slowly, he made his way to the bed. Andrew just
watched, never having been quite so satisfied with his punishment of a
boy. What a body! What vulnerability! He's just a spoiled punk who
needed to be taught a lesson, Andrew thought. Fast approaching
Doyle, Andrew raised his brush and brought it hard, square, against
Doyle's already-punished bottom. THWACK! Doyle screamed, "Ohh-hh-hh, I
ammm, soooo-ooo-oo sorryyy!, please not again!" Again, THAWCK! Doyle
began to buck, but Andrew just braced himself to one side and against
Doyle's left hip so he could continue to swat his butt. THWACK!
THWACK! THWACK! Twenty five swats in all. Doyle's bottom was
bruised and blistered and he was crying uncontrollably on the bed when
Andrew coolly said, "Get dressed," and left the room. An hour
later, Doyle's composure regained, he left to report to the Headmaster
the injustice he had suffered at the hands of Andy.
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