There was a soft knock on the door, and the two grade seven boys who I had summoned entered my office, carefully closing the door behind them. Both twelve year old boys were prefects at out boys' primary school, and top sportsmaen. Daniel, dark brown hair and deeply suntanned from hours spent as a cadet lifeguard at the beach, was the school athletics captain and champion. He was a short, lithe boy - his spender limbs pure muscle and sinew. Matthew, on the other hand, had light brown, almost blond hair, and a much paler complexion. Slightly taller than Daniel, he was a powerfully built boy - his legs in particular were develping strongly, from his hours spent on the tennis and squash courts. He had similar accolades to Daniel in these two sports.
No, however, was not the time to compliment the two young lads. Now was the time to heat up their impudent bottoms - considerably.
"You two have developed an interesting habit of taking time off school, then forging each others' sick notes. Correct?"
Both boys studied my carpet, saying nothing.
"Come now, boys," I continued," teachers are not half as stupid as you may think. Are these accusations true?"
Reluctantly, the two little guys muttered the affirmative.
"And what are the consequences of this kind of behaviour?"
Daniel answered, "A hiding, sir."
"Yes sir, you promised that you would give any boy that was truant a thrashing with the cane, sir," Matthew added, battling tp keep the tears out of his voice.
"Correct," I confirmed, "and is there any reason why I shouldn't tan your backsides?"
"No, sir," the boys softly answered.
"Very well," I looked carefully at the two downcast children, "and the punishment you two receive shall be an example to the rest of the school that I take this kind of thing very seriously indeed."
I gestured towards one of the straight backed chairs in front of my desk.
"Daniel, take that chair into the centre of the room turn it around so that it is facing the back wall, then bend over the back of it. I want your bottom up nice and high."
I turned to Matthew, who kept still as Daniel hurried to obey.
"Matthew, you go and stand in the corner of the room, with your nose against the wall."
Both boys did as they were told, as I leaned back in my chair. It had been some time since I had adminstered hidings of the severity that I was planning for these two, but they needed it. Matthew sttod, head down, nose touching the wall in the corner. Although still very much a pre-teen, he was beginning to grow - his mom would have to buy him new shorts soon - his muscular bottom was almost completely filling out his current blue school ones. I watched as Daniel bent over. The chair was slightly too tall for him, so he had to rise on his toes to place his hand properly on the seat. This meant that his bottom was pushed well up for my none too tender mercies, legs a uniform half metre apart. Both boys knew how I expected them to bend in this office for canings.
Sighing, I got up and walked over to the bent over boy, cane in hand. His shifted slightly as I tapped the punishment instrument on his tight bottom, and I put a hand on the small of his back to remind him to keep still. I lifted the cane, swung my body and smacked the sticke hard across the upturned buttocks in front of me. Daniel gasped, and his body jerked. At the same time, Matthew jumped slightly at the sound of the cane cracking across his friend's bottom. I waited for Daniel to appreciate the pain of his first, of many, strokes of the day, then gave his bottom another mighty whack. Being an experienced caner of boys, I followed the stroke through. The secret is to aim at a point slightly in front of the boy's head - in this way, the cane is still accelerating when it makes contact with his bottom, and the momentum of the follow through takes the strain off the caner's shoulder and wrist, not to mention greatly enhancing the sting for the punished boy. Again I caned Daniel, and paused so that he could appreciate the agony. I gave his a fourth stroke, waited, then ordered,
"Stand up, but don't touch you bottom,"
Daniel stood, and it was obvious that all he wanted to do was grasp his stinging butt cheeks. The boy was not crying yet - he had had worse - but the tears were there.
"Take your pants and underpants off," I added, "then go and stand in the opposite corner from Matthew."
Quickly, Daniel undid his shorts and let them drop to the floor. Taking more care, he slid his underpants down to his ankles, then took both garments and placed then neatly on my desk. He stood quietly in the corner, and although his shirt tails covered nearly two thirds of his bare bottom, I had caned low, so the evidence of the boy's whipping was clearly visible. I turned my attention to Matthew.
"You turn, Matthew," I began, "come here and bend over. You know the procedure."
Matthew walked over to the chair and assumed the same position that Daniel had - head down, legs apart and bottom up. His bottom was sturdier than Daniel's, his shorts stretched even tighter now over perfectly rounded bum cheeks.
I tapped my cane gently on the boy's bottom, then administered a good, solid stroke to the presented young target. He too managed to keep absolutely still, although I heard a little gasp - by grade seven, the boys knew how I expected them to take their hidings, and the consequences of breakig punishment rules were very unpleasant. Matthew took his second stroke just as stoicly, but couldn't suppress a yelp of pain as the cane crossed his bottom for the third lash. I mercilessly gave Matthew his fourth lash - good and low, then ordered the youngster to stand and remove his pants and underpants, assuming his position in the corner.
Now I had two bare bottomed twelve year olds in the corners of my office. They looked very humble standing there, wearing only shirts, ties, shiny black shoes and long school socks. I let them wait in suspense for ten minutes, then called Daniel back to assume the thrashing position. The half naked boy bent gingerly over the chair again, and I pushed his shirt half way up his back to give me a clear view of the bare bottom now presented (like Matthew) for its first ever feel of the cane without any protection. I admired the four stripes that I had already painted there.
I tapped the cane gently on a red and bruised bare bottom, then, using as much momentum as I couls, delivered a hard smack, between existing stripes. Daniel yelped in pain. A bare bottom caning is far more painful than the strokes he ahd already endured with his pants on. I took my time, then delivered another hard lash, just below the first. The boy yelped loudly again, but naturally still maintained his position. It was unacceptable to get up and rub your bottom without permission during a hiding, especially in front of the headmaster. I would show disrespect and weakness, not to mention increase the severity of an already severe hiding. Most boys at our school learnt that lesson before their tenth birthday! Daniel took his third lash in much the same manner, but now I could hear the little boy sobbing. His jerking as the strokes smacked across his bottom had caused his shirt tail to slip right down again, so I stopped the punishment briefly to fix the problem. This time I tucked the shirt into Daniel's collar, giving me a view of the boys slender, tanned back, tapering to the swell of the top of his white young buttocks, where the Speedo tan ended.
Glancing across the room at Matthew, I noticed that his knees were trembling. He had had no choice but to listen intently to each stroke as it cracked across his friend's bare bottom, and must have been thinking that soon that painful sound would be the cane connecting with his naked tail, and the sobs would be his cries of agony.
Again I caned Daniel, leaving a total of eight deep red lines across his poor bare bottom. Of course, the second four were some what deeper in colour, and the bruises would last longer from the strokes administered without the protection of shorts and underpants for his twelve year old bum. After a long pause, I lashed the boy's bottom again, then quickly I delivered the sixth stroke of this bare bottom phase of the hiding.
"Stand up, Daniel," I commanded, "and, still without touching your bottom, go back to your corner."
Obediently, and, I'm sure, battling to resist the urge to grasp his throbbing bottom, Daniel returned to his head down position against the wall. He pulled his shirt back out of his collar as he walked, and let it fall to cover most of his bare rear again. Looking at the boy, I was not satisfied. He would have to be far more exposed for the third phase of his punishment.
"Daniel, take off all the rest of your clothing. You might as well too, Matthew. It will save time later."
Surprised, both boys quickly stripped, neatly placing the rest of their clothing on the floor next to them. Soon, their stark naked, hairless, muscular young bodies were exposed to the cool air of my office as they resumed their noses to the wall positions in the corners.
I summoned Matthew to step over and bend for his six bare with the cane.
The sturdy little boy was not yet crying as freely as his friend (he was still six lashes behind, after all), but the tears were in his eyes as he assumed the punishment position. He bent over properly, presenting me with a pale, stripped target. Needless to say, I applied the cane for the first stroke as hard as I had Daniel's, eliciting a similar reaction from this young lad. For the second lash he managed to stay completely still and silent - it was considered a great honour at the school to take your punishment with as little outward show of pain as possible, and this boy had had lots of practice. But bare bottm canings are a different story, and for the third stroke Matthew sobbed loudly, rising to his toes to try and absorb the follow through of the whip. The crack of the cane on bare boy bottom flesh and the cries of pain represented firm, well deserved punishment being carried out.
The fourth and fifth lash also caused Matthew to sob out loud and rise to his toes. He had developed a technique that he believed would reduce the pain of his thrashing - rising to his toes with my follow through. I knew from painful experiences in my own boyhood that no clever technique could reduce the pain of a sound bare bottom hiding from an experienced headmaster with a junior cane.
After I had whipped the cane for the sixth time across Matthew's bare bottom, bringing his total, like Daniel, to ten, I sent him back to his corner, hands well away from his blazing bottom, of course.
There the two naked, crying boys waited, until the bell signifying the end of the lunch break could be heard. We listened to the sounds of the rest of the boys in the school gathering in their class groups with their teachers in the quadrangle outside my office. Before long, they started to quieten down as the deputy principal got them into order. They had been told that there was a special meeting, and looked forward to hearing my announcements.
"Alright, you two," I addressed the two naked pre-teens in my ofice, "I said that your punishment would serve as an example to the school. We're going out there to finish your hidings, so that every boy in the school can see the consequences of serious offences like yours, and learn that even the most senior children at this school are not immune to having their backsides severely thrashed."
The two boys shuffled their feet, and dropped their heads even further. They had expected some kind of public humiliation, but had not expected this - to appear stark naked in front of the school exposing their caned bottms to all, and then be beaten in front of the other boys as well!
Picking up the cane off my desk, I opened the office door, stepped out and ordered Daniel and Matthew to follow me.
As soon as I appeared before the school, a hush fell over the six hundred little boys gathered there, especially as I was wielding the very cane that had been used to heat up so many of their little bottoms. But when the two naked twelve year olds appeared and were recognized as prfect, a ripple of excitement went through the school, especially when I made Daniel and Matthew turn and face the wall so that their welted bottoms were on view.
"I warned the school about truancy and dishonesty at the beginning of this year," I announced, "and two prefect chose to defy me. Some of you have been brought to me by these very two boys for misbehaving, and I've caned you for your crimes. But now you can see that senior boys too can be well punished. As you can see, I have thrashed their backsides already, but I've left the final part of their hidings for you to all witness."
I looked gravely down at the all the little expectant faces before me,
"Consider this a lesson that you can all learn. I am a man of my word, and a severe hiding is indeed something not to be taken lightly!"
With that, I turned back to the naked twelve year olds facing the wall, flexing my cane for theatrical effect,
"Daniel, step back, bend over and touch your toes!"
Daniel followed the order and bent over. He had no trouble assuming the required schoolboy punishment position. There was a satisfied mumble in the crowd. Many of the younger boys had been in this position in my office (pants on of course) for good and well deserved hidings, due to the vigilance of this particular prefect. The same was true for Matthew. Daniel presented his bare, well thrashed bottom up once again for the cane.
Firmly, and without mercy, I adminstered four more lashes to the boy's tail. He tried to be brave in front of the school, but the pain and humiliation of the lashes on top of his already bruised bottom caused him to sob and squirm through his entire hiding.
"Get back into position against the wall," I ordered, after I had finished, "Matthew, your turn. Step back and bend over!"
Again, I vigorously administered the cane to the twelve year old's bruised, bare behind, and he suffered through his hiding in much the same way as Daniel had, crying and sobbing as the cane bit across his fiery buttocks.
The school was stunned into silence by the sight of these two "big" boys being caned so hard across their bare bottoms, and horrified by the crying of these two "tough guys". When the hidings were over, each boy was allowed to walk by Daniel and Matthew on the way back to class. Many gently ran their hands over the ridges that were forming on their punished rear ends. Of course, some of the older boys, and those that had been caned directly as a result of these two doing their prefect duties, gave the sore bottoms a quick squeeze or pinch, and made rude comments.
When all had gone back to class, I allowed Daniel and Matthew back into my office to get dressed, while I wrote letters to their parents. I knew both boy's fathers, and was certian that their already well thrashed bottoms would be feeling their dad's belts before bed time.