The two grade seven and one grade six boys stood in front of my desk. Their nervousness was clearly visible and fully understandable. I had the reputation for administering terrible hidings. Indeed, bending over for a session from my cane was a 'bottom roasting' experience! The boys' eyes flicked between me and the table upon which I had laid a light junior cane, and a vicious looking riding crop.
"Daryn," I began, lookng at their 'leader', an attractive lad with dark blond hair, "you will be thrashed last, and your hidng will be by far the most severe."
The boy looked down, unwilling to trust his voice to answer. He simply nodded his head.
"Take off your uniform, my boy," I continued, "and don't forget your underpants. For leading these other two astray, not that they needed much help, you deserve the humiliation of being naked for your punishment."
While Daryn began to undress, I turned to the youngest of the trio. He was a pale skinned, fair haired boy - looking slightly paler under my scrutiny.
"Kendall, you're first. Come here."
The boy stepped into the centre of the room and stood before me.
"Turn around, drop your shorts and bend over."
Kendall unclipped his school shorts and let them drop to his feet. Legs slightly apart and knees straight, he bent over and grabbed his ankles. I stepped over to the table, and retrieved the cane, then stood behind the bent over little boy. I flicked up his shirt, revealing his white, slightly sunburned young back, but, more importantly, the target for the cane, his rounded little eleven year old bottom, thinly clad in pale blue underpants.
I lined the cane up on that young bottom, then drew my arm well back. I stepped forward and delivered the stroke as low as possible across his tail. Their was a 'crack' as the cane made connection with Kendall's bottom, and the boy jerked with shock and yelped with pain. Of course, he dared not try to stand.
Another stroke was administered after a suitable pause, and after the third lash, Kendall was sobbing audibly. Jared, next in line for a hiding, flinched at every stroke. After the fourth stroke, I looked across at Daryn, who was just stepping out of his underpants, his eyes wet and ready for tears.
"Daryn, go and bend over the hiding chair," I ordered, and reluctantly the twelve year old shuffled over to the old armchair in the corner of the room and draped his naked young body over the back of it. Like the other two, he had only heard stories from boys about being thrashed while over that infamous chair, and knew that his punishment would be excrutiating. Turned around, he could no longer see his friends being caned, but could hear every stroke and sob.
"Widen your feet, Daryn," I ordered, and obediently the youngster spread his legs. I had the delighful view of a chubby, white little pre adolescent bottom, framed by golden tanned legs and back.
I turned my attention back to Kendall - still bending over in front of me, and lined my cane up again across his by now throbbing young backside. I delivered another stinging lash, then paused, before administering the last, and hardest stroke of his beating. I let him remain bending for a little, then ordered,
"Stand up, my boy."
He leapt up, grabbing his bum with both hands and kneading it firmly. His face was red and wet form crying.
"Thank you for giving me a good hiding, sir," he sobbed.
I nodded, "Alright, pull up your pants and stand at the wall."
Kendall obeyed, then went to stand next to Jaryd, still holding his bottom.
I glanced over at Daryn, still naked, bare bottom up in the air awaiting his hiding with fear, then turned back to Jaryd.
"Come here, Jaryd," he stood before me, "drop your pants, and because you're in the seventh grade now, pull down your underpants as well."
Jaryd dropped his shorts to the floor, then lowered his underpants to rest on top of his shorts. None of this underpants to the hips here - pants down means pants RIGHT down. He bent over in much the same way as Kendall had, and I flicked his shirt up, exposing his back. His back was far better muscled than the younger boy - and his bare bottom looked very tender - white and soft.
I lined the cane up on the twelve year old's bare bum, then fluidly delivered the first lash. He gasped and squirmed slightly. The boy's bare white bottom was marred by one deep red welt, about two thirds of the way down. I administered the first three lashes slowly, allowing the cane to linger on Jaryd's exposed flesh. I took an even longer break before delivering the fourth stroke across his naked tail. Daryn now was flinching at the sounds of the hiding - knowing that his own tanning could only be worse.
After Jaryd had recieved his six strokes on the bare bottom, I let him remian bending until his sobbing had softened a little.
"Stand up, Jaryd,"
He stood and grasped his welted young naked bottom, also teary eyed and red faced.
"Thank you for giving me a good hiding, sir," he wept.
"Pull up your pants," I aknowledged.
Jaryd pulled his pants up carefully, and I went back, cane in hand, to the table. I had made sure that Daryn could see me at this point, so I made a show of putting down the cane and picking up the riding crop. I could sense the naked and exposed young boy's eyes upon me as I flexed the whip - its very flexibility made its sting far, far worse than the sting of the cane.
I walked out of his sight and stood behind him, whipping the crop experimentally through the air. The sound it made caused the skin on Daryn's bottom to stand up in goosebumps, as I admired the two rounded white cheeks pushed up to be sacrificed to my wrath.
I tapped the whip a few times on the boy's naked bottom, just above the legs, where the flesh is the most sensitive. The tension was obvious in the boys posture as he felt the crop lightly tapping his bottom, knowing that terrible pain would soon follow.
I stepped into the first stroke, using my momentum to deliver a mighty blow across Daryn's bare backside. The crop wrapped around his naked buttocks with a tremendously satisfying 'snap!'. Daryn cried out with the pain, but dared not move from his compromising position - not wishing to worsen an already severe chatisement. Kendall and Jaryd also jumped at that first blow, while I folowed through, letting the crop linger where it had landed, to increase the boy's sting.
I gave the boy one dozen strokes, putting full force into each one. I was determined to make this hiding really count. To further prolong the agony, I waited at least twenty seconds between strokes - apart from half was, when I stopped and lectured the boys on their behaviour, while Daryn remained bending and sobbing. All in all, his hiding must have lasted about six or seven minutes - problably the longest few minutes, and certainly the most painful, of his young life.