Trilogy Roberts School Examination


by Robert Wilson

Robert is examined

The events in this trilogy are based on true events during my schooling

Southern England, mid February and raining. Robbie ( The Hon Robert Julian Collingwood -Wilson - younger son of the 13th Baron Westbourne ) a slim almost twelve year old with blue eyes , blond hair ,masses of freckles and - when it suited him- a cherubic smile, was lost in thought. Until three weeks ago he had been happily spending his young life as a school-boy in Hong-Kong. His father was a senior doctor in the Royal Navy. Robbie was enjoying school in the colony - it was planned that he would join a prestigious UK boarding school in about eighteen months time after the common entrance exam. Life had been very good -not that he had known any other condition. Then his mother had been diagnosed with a serious illness and the family had returned at great haste to the UK in order that she might begin hospital treatment. The extended family of aunts and uncles had organised a house in Kent, but school terms were well under way and there had not been time to organise Robbie's entry to a suitable prep school, . So here he was in the head master's study of the local independent boy's Grammar school and not paying much attention to the conversation flowing between his father and the headmaster. "Well Surgeon Captain I think we can help out but it would be better, I suggest , if he were simply known as er Robert uhm Wilson - what do you say ?" Robbie had not realised that this question was meant for him so did not answer - not a good start, his new headmaster had now formed the opinion that he was a daydreamer.

After his father had left, Robbie ( as he had always been called ) sat an exam so the school could determine which class to put him in. The results were confusing for everyone. German , Latin , English and Maths were years better than his age group Sciences and Geography about right but music, RE and History were almost alien to him. Later the school would find out that the sports they valued were completely new to him. He was taken to join form 1W , a bunch of bright kids , whose parents did not fancy the new labour provisions for education, and were sufficiently wealthy and wise to bypass the government's provision.

Robbie's class mates were cool towards him - he was a newcomer with a different accent, different clothes, and more affluent- only products of English schools will realise how alienating this combination of factors would be. Halfway through the third week although now dressed in the right uniform , Robbie had decided that he was not likely to make friends with many of this group and was generally trying to conduct his school life as unobtrusively as possible.

The science building was separate from the rest of the school and built over three floors. The top two floors were laboratories and the ground floor - apart from the stair well- had the junior physics lab and a large lavatory. After lunch , on days when they were scheduled for lab sessions it was common for the boys to go straight to the science block and wait there for the start of afternoon classes. On the day in question it was raining so the lads were sheltering inside the building. When Robbie first tried to enter a group of the boys held the door closed so that he had to stay in the rain but after three or so attempts they tired of this and started a new game. In response to his yank on the handle the door flew open and he stumbled in. Two boys Barrowcliffe and Boulton grabbed his arms whilst a third Watts (J) came up to him and said "We don't like newcomers-its time we sorted you" at the same time he reached forward and gripped Robbie's balls " Come on lads, lets see what he's got". Deftly the black blazer with its golden eagle badge and purple braiding was taken from his back and Robbie was propelled the few steps from the stairwell into the lavatory and wrestled to the floor. Whilst one boy kept watch, the remainder of the young gentlemen ( about ten in all ) spread eagled Robbie and pinioned his limbs to the ground. Watts soon tired of going through the contents of Robbie's pockets, he knelt on the ground by Robbie's hips and threatened "one sound from you and....." The menace of the unfinished sentence was more eloquent than words could ever have been "hold him tight " Watts undid the buckle on Robbie's belt , the young lad's eyes opened wide in disbelief and as Watts opened the zip of his trousers Robbie began to wriggle and buck. Watts said nothing but the dual act of staring into Robbie's eyes and twisting his balls at the same time quelled any intent that Robbie may have had to resist this treatment. Satisfied that Robbie was now passive Watts had pulled his captives trousers down to the ankles. . Pausing to check that his accomplices were still pinioning the limbs Watts un buttoned the shirt and exposed his victims chest. Robbie was aghast, it was bad enough treated like this but as Watts began to wank him through the material of his briefs, Robbie felt himself both blush and chill with horror.. The other boys watched with interest as Watts stopped his massaging to grip the waist band of the boy's underpants and bring them down to join the displaced trousers well below the unfortunate's knees( being stripped was pretty bad on its own , but Robbie was further abashed .that the kids had seen these undies. Until his return to the UK he had worn brightly coloured briefs or jazzy boxer shorts. For some bizarre reason the aunt presently running the household had determined that he should wear Y fronts or even worse aertex briefs and by sods law that's what had been put out for him this morning. He knew they did not like him , but now they'd seen his kecks all these kids must think him a complete anorak.

Robbie was more embarrassed than he'd ever been ,the awfulness of his nudity was aggravated by being being semi- erect . For an age it seemed, (but probably no more than a minute ) the watchers feasted on his burgeoning blond bush of pubic hair , the nearby darker scrotum and its balls, which could be seen to be moving inside the sac ,but most of all they ogled a long tapering uncut penis which even though it was slowly going flaccid was impressively bigger than any of theirs. Johnny Watts had also noticed its size and produced a short ruler from his blazer pocket. Four and a half inches when soft , not bad for someone not quite twelve years old . Robbie's debasement moved on a stage- he closed his eyes and tried to distance his mind from these horrors. In response to Watts' orders, the lads holding his legs had spread them as wide open as Robbie's misplaced trousers would allow, this had not been enough to please master Watts so the offending shoes trousers and underwear had been removed and now Robbie's legs were wider apart than those of a pirouetting ballerina Satisfied with his victims position , Watts began in earnest to bring Robbie to an ejaculation. His full erection was as good as the flaccid state had promised and there were beginning to be signs of pre-cum juices. Watts was tempted to stop for the ruler again, but before he could make that decision, the peace was rent by the watch keeper's rasped cry of "teacher".

Pandemonium reigned, at the warning young lads rushed everywhere, into the cubicles, out of the lavatory and into the stairwell ,the calmer two just moved to the urinals. Robbie was wholly confounded, his trousers , pants and shoes were tangled up in each other on the floor, his blazer was the other side of the room and even his shirt which was mainly undone was up round his shoulders The rush of boys from the area had aroused the teachers attention so instead of safely walking past the lab block he entered it. In the lavatory Robbie was hopping on one foot trying to pull up his trousers , he wasn't doing very well and when the errant trousers again got stuck he let out an understandable " Oh _s_h_i_t_"- sadly for him it was at this exact moment that Mr. Allwood the inquisitive master entered through the door to be greeted by a partly dressed ,swearing and wholly bad tempered Robbie. "What's your name boy ?" "W W W Wilson sir ." Right Wilson get yourself to my room in the maths block at 4'0'clock - understood ?"

Physics practical was a very subdued session that afternoon, Robbie was concerned about his 4'O'clock appointment and ten other youngsters were very worried about how Robbie might incriminate them to ease his own situation. Watts showed Robbie the way to Allwood's tutor room partly to make sure he got there promptly and just maybe to issue a veiled threat to the new comer. Robert Wilson knocked on the door hoping that the room might be empty or that the teacher had forgotten.. Watts did not join Robbie in entering the room when given the instruction COME.

To be continued...... see Robert is caned

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