A DOZEN, I THINK
Josh Wilson, 17, a junior at Battle Abbey prep school for boys rapped his knuckles on the door to the Headmaster's study. After hearing the order to 'Enter', he did just that, and closed the door quietly behind him.
He stood before the large oak desk, and waited to be addressed. Dr. Piper at last pushed his paperwork to one side and addressed him, "Ah, Wilson, yes I have been expecting you." Picking up another piece of paper and looking at it he continued. " The report from the Constable, states that you and Wade were caught drinking beer. It also states you had been in the act of relieving yourselves, on a public thoroughfare. What do you have to say?"
"It was a very quiet lane, Sir, and the need was extreme." Josh offered.
Dr. Piper, looked him squarely in the eye. "Nevertheless a public way, and the need for correction is no less extreme, and we shall see how quiet you are when the correction is adminstered. Be back here at 4:00 P. M. and I expect you in your PT kit. Your cohort Mr. Wade has been here already, he knows the drill. You may go."
"Thank you, Sir".Josh turned and left the study.
As soon as he was outside, he made directly for the Cricket pavilion, were he knew Travis Wade would be waiting. The pavilion was at the far side of the playing fields, and you could see anyone approaching in plenty of time to cease whatever mischief you were up to in plenty of time.
Travis was inside, and as Josh entered he stood and offered him a cigarette. Josh took it and also the light offered.
"_d_a_m_n_, I did not think we had been seen. " Josh said as he exhaled a plume of smoke.
"I can't wait to see the stripes on your arse." Travis replied with a grin, reaching over to stroke his friends backside.
"I would much rather have you adoring it without the decoration." Josh replied moving closer to his friend.
The two were more then close friends, they shared their healthy teen _s_e_x_ual desires with each other. It was not long at all before they had each others trousers down around their knees, and their jockey shorts pushed below their crotches. It was not many minutes before Josh groaned as Travis brought him to a raging climax. Before Josh's first shot of cum reached the floor Travis too was groaning with delight. They brought each other to full completion then, as they each cleaned themselves and carefully brought their underwear over the very tender heads of their still very hard penises.
Travis looked at his watch, "God it is almost four, we better run, and I hope this thing is soft when we get to Piper's study." He said as he grabbed Josh's crotch playfully. "Me too!." said Josh as both boys started across the playing field at a run.
In the Gym, they quickly changed into PT kit, T shirt, sneakers, and blue nylon running shorts. They managed to get to the study door with two minutes to spare.
"Oh I hate this." Josh said, Travis nodded agreement as they both knew that in a very short time indeed their respective bottoms would be extremely painful.
After the knock, and the order to enter they both stood in front of the desk.
"Good, right on time. I want you both to know that I have spent considerable time calming the troubled waters over your little escapade. I now intend to spend some equally productive time, punishing you for it."
Dr. Piper turned and went to the corner closet and opening it reached inside. He withdrew from it a senior cane, as both boys were juniors they gasped at the sight of the instrument.
Noticing their faces, Dr. Piper said "I am afraid stern measures are called for, six for the beer, and six for the indecent display . . . yes, a dozen I think should do it nicely."
Pointing to the bookcase, "Wilson, you may stand there until it is your turn, Mr. Wade, I believe you know the proceedure."
Travis moved forward and bent over the desk, he spread his legs slightly wider than shoulder width, and raised himself onto his toes. His nylon shorts were tight across his outhrust buttocks, and the only mark on them was the tail of the T shirt were it crossed midway the rounds of the boys bottom. Dr. Piper reached forward and pulled it up across Travis's back, the curve of the buttocks was now perfectly smooth.
Josh felt a familiar stirring as he was transfixed at the sight of his freinds curve. Dr. Piper stepped slightly back, and without further ceremony raised the cane shoulder height, and brought it slashing down across center of the curve. The immediate effect was for Travis to raise up from the desk, only the fact that he was fiercely gripping the far side of the desk stopped him from comitting what was a cardinal sin. Both boys knew that once across the desk you did not move until told to.
As for Travis he was in agony at the unexpected onslaught with the large cane. With methodical rthym the cane beat a tattoo, up and down the nylon clad orbs, the sixth stroke cutting across just below the hem of the shorts, and searing into bare flesh.
Travis was unable to withstand the caning without raising his head after each stroke and letting out an Oh!, or a teeth clenching grunt. Dr. Piper let the cane hang at his side after six.
"Very good, that should take care of the beer, you may stand, and Mr. Wilson would you please take your friends place. Mr. Wade please stand at the bookcase and keep your hands on your head, Thank you." Each boy did as directed.
Josh wilson was now in the exact same position as Travis had been in just moments before. He felt the T shirt being pulled out of his shorts and draped across his back. He looked straight ahead trying to focus on a button on the tufting of the chair. Then his buttocks erupted as a ball of fire raced across them. The button disappeared behind a moist film, his head jerked up, "Oh my God" escaped from his lips, his knuckles gleamed white as he pulled against the far edge of the big desk.
Travis watched wide eyed, his buttocks so hot he was afraid the nylon of his shorts would melt. After raising his head after the first stroke, Josh now ground his forehead into the polished surface, and through clenched teeth let a continual quiet whine as the cane lashed his body. After six he heard the Dr. tell him to stand and put his hands on his head and stand with Travis. As the two boys stood there their buttocks seemingly on fire, the Dr. faced them.
"As I said a dozen, well that will perhaps curb your apetite for alcohol, you may regain your composure a little then we shall continue. You may lower your arms."
Both boys did just that and began to rub the rapidly raising welts on their bottoms. Dr Piper went back to the closet, and brought out another cane. The lenght was the same as the senior cane but as he demonstrated to the boys dismay, much more flexible. They both knew that it would impart a murderous sting.
"Now for the final part, Mr. Wade if you would be so kind." The Dr. motioned to his desk Travis limped toward it and was about to bend over.
"Oh, just a moment, as you seem to find some relief in exposing yourself before others, perhaps you would be more comfortable without your shorts . . . yes, I think so, please remove them."
Travis hesitated, the Dr. motioned with the cane, Travis slid his shorts down and stepped out of them. The T shirt fell down the back of the boys buttocks, the front stopped atop his penis as it stuck although flacid out from his body.
"Position yourself please" Travis bent across the desk, this time the Dr. took both hands and slid the T shirt firmly up under Travis's armpits. Josh stared at the bottom he knew so well from previous adventures together. Now it was crossed with six very ugly darkening weals. Dr. Piper was an artist with a cane, each of the next six strokes were placed perfectly between, below, or above the previous six. Travis managed to control himself for the first two then he cried out as each of the next four seared his buttocks. After being told he stood with obvious difficulty as the muscles of his bottom contracted. He turned tears streaming silently down his face, his penis still pointing stubbily forward.
"Hands on your head and stand as before, Wilson your turn, you know what to do."
Josh stepped forward and dropping his shorts stepped out of them and lay them on Travis's still on the floor. He quickly turned to the desk as he most definitely had the good beginning of an erection. As he bent and raised onto his toes, thrusting out his buttocks for the cane, he felt the Dr.'s fingers brush his back as he tucked the T shirt firmly up on his back. He was already crying quietly as he knew he was about to expereince some major pain.
The first cut at first left no initial sting, but before the second found its mark, the blast furnace that was his buttocks was reignited with more inensity than he felt possible. He was not as brave as Travis, and the first stroke brought out a yell. The rest of the punishing strokes were every bit as bad as the first. The Dr. continued his artistry, and the darkening stripes of the first six were now joined together with six brand new glowing red lines.
Josh barely heard the order to stand, and when he did push himself uprigt the pain of the contracting muscles caused him to sway slightly. " Stand with your partner." All vestiges of an erection were long gone.
The two boys stood sobbing as Dr. Piper lectured them on the behaviour he expected of them and warning them that any further infraction of the rules, however slight, would mean at least another six without the protection of clothing. After what seemed like hours the two redfaced young men were told to dress and go clean themselves up. As they started through the door, Dr. Piper called to them.
"Travis, Josh . . . when you shower . . . please do so alone. "
"Yes Sir." they both replied, and glancing quickly at one another, the common thought was . . . just what did the Headmaster know, and how?
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