This is the third part of a trilogy it is suggested that you should first read "Roberts examination " and " Roberts first caning".
The Teachers view
Peter Allwood was bored, he'd been head of maths at the Royal Grammar School for three years now, and teaching sixth form a level maths was not a challenge. He'd accepted the job partly because it was promotion , and also because this school was intent on keeping corporal punishment. Allwood was from the old school and genuinely believed in spare the rod and spoil the child he also believed that boys should have punishment addressed to their bare backside- for a variety of reasons Firstly an element of ritual and submission was an aid to effective punishment. Secondly, by flogging bare skin one could see the effects and alter the energy to achieve optimal results or indeed stop if the result was too harsh And thirdly, he liked looking at boys bare bottoms . especially when he was turning them red and purple
As he waited for this dull maths group to catch up with him he looked out of the window, his eye was caught by the headmasters secretary ( all ways worth looking at) and the young lad she was escorting across the yard - presumably a new boy. He had a natural elegance in his movements, was well dressed and wholesome looking and had a mass of ( too long )shiny blond hair which streamed in the wind like a horses mane. This boy was one he would have to look out for.
A few weeks later, he was cutting across the school grounds after a lunchtime trip into town. As he approached the science block his twenty years teaching experience told him that trouble was afoot, there was a lot of shrieking, and first year boys were running in all directions. He entered the building and instinctively made for the lavatory block. All seemed normal apart from one boy who was hopping around trying to pull up his clothes, dancing around with his trousers at half mast, and his shirt flapping, the youngster was giving enticing glimpses of his buttocks and genitals. Allwood could not believe his luck, this was the very lad he'd seen from the window those few days since.
. "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 ?" Allwood had fired the questions off quickly, if he explored too carefully, he might just find that this kid was a victim rather than a trouble maker and he did not wish to risk losing his chance of having this boy bending over in his study.
Promptly at 4'o'clock the door had been knocked, a pale and apprehensive Wilson had entered. . "Ah Yes, Mr Wilson do come in - All afternoon I have been wondering about what you are going to say. My attention is drawn to a group of boys running away from something. I find you. almost naked and dancing around , well what have you got to say for yourself Eh ?" Wilson had looked down- obviously unhappy with his predicament and said nothing. In response to more haranguing, he had stayed mute and Allwood had decided to get on with the business in hand. He indicated the spot where Wilson should position himself for his ordeal and turned to the cupboard to select a cane. Having chosen such an instrument, he turned back to be faced by Wilson touching his toes but still clad in his trousers. The black wool/ cotton material clung to the boy's arse as if it had been sprayed on the globes were perfectly outlined and he could see the line of the kid's briefs showing through the material. It was obvious that whoever bought his clothes had more money and taste than most of the pupils enjoyed - no thin shiny polyester or clothes too big to allow for growing room , this lads clothes were quality items. He suspected that the boy had never been flogged before, but he was enjoying his mind games and was not going to make it too easy or quick for this youth.
. " in this school boys drop their trousers for the cane" he intoned . Wilson straightened up and slowly began to unfasten his trousers and then pushed them down his legs Allwood let the boy bend right over and spent few moments savouring the sight of the dazzling white briefs stretched as taught as a drumskin across Wilson's backside. (Their whiteness contrasted well with the suntan still apparent on the backs of the miscreants thighs) Of course his perspective was unusual but Allwood wished he could persuade more teenagers ( and their mothers) that briefs made a backside much more attractive than boxers ever could. He forced himself back from his daydream and re entered the game -"I don't believe it, - and the pants sonny - take down your pants !- do I have to tell you everything? He shouted - mainly for effect "have you never been caned before?" "No sir " "Well its very simple, lets go through the process in words of one syllable - you Take off your jacket- Bare your backside - Touch your toes,- put your feet 50 cm apart - and keep your legs straightthen I beat you with a cane Move and you get more strokes.- any other things you need to know ?"
Again Wilson stood up, his face was red with anger and humiliation and with a palpable bad grace he removed his jacket and grudgingly yanked his briefs down to his ankles . Closing his eyes he bent over for the third time and spread his legs the requisite distance. Allwood folded the boys shirt up his back and admired the provocatively rounded cheeks which were free of blemish and covered with a soft fair down. There was a strong temptation to fondle the buttocks which now were so well presented to him but he resisted that particular urge.
The first stroke he delivered was moderately hard, but seemed to have no effect on the boy. As the master drew the cane back from the skin he saw the white furrow he had caused become suffused with a thin crimson stripe which inturn diffused to a paler and broader band. The second stroke was harder and he was gratified to note the recipient shudder from the impact he even bucked slightly at the knees, the third caused a gasp and possibly a slight sob Allwood moved around the room so that he would be able to face his victim. " Stand up Wilson - no don't touch your clothes and keep your arms by your side- those three were just for the swearing matter, is there any thing you want to tell me? Or will I have to beat you separately for your bizarre behaviour?" It was plain that Wilson was distressed, he sniffed back a tear and looked towards the floor, having his arms by his side had kept the shirt up about his midriff and with his other clothes resting on his shoes Wilson was presenting the head of maths with an uninterrupted and interesting view of his developing manhood and pubic hair.
Wilson had sniffed but said nothing. " Well what have you got to say now ?" The boy pulled himself up to his full height and looked steadily into the masters eyes " Sir , with respect there is nothing useful I can say" inspite of fighting back the tears and being bared these words were said with great dignity, the boy even seemed to grow taller but Allwoods temper did not improve.
"If you won't talk you'd best bend over again " Wilson had resumed the position. THWACK....THWACK THWACK . Allwood had delivered three rapid and hard strokes one parallel with the earlier three and two diagonal to cut ( and reactivate) all four. Allwood was not a bully, but he had been irked that this lad had seemed to become less cowed and submissive as the beating proceeded. He steadied himself and delivered one final cut, one which was low - just at the top of those young legs, one that would cause Wilson more discomfort than any of the others. Throughout the second round of his ordeal Wilson had remained motionless and silent but this last stroke had reached home he had gasped and nearly been lifted off his feet.
When he stood the boy had shown no sign of tears or laboured breathing. Still in a state of undress, Wilson had looked into Allwood's eyes for the whole of the lecture about how he needed to change his behaviour, normally boys who had just received a beating looked sullenly at the floor and gave Allwood a lengthy chance to look at the parts he found interesting. Wilson had not allowed him this luxury and the master could only sneak furtive looks at those gorgeous buttocks and impressive penis, whilst he was prowling round the boy or putting away the cane. There was however a good moment when Wilson bent down to retrieve his clothes and had afforded Allwood a rewarding view of his arse and the damage caused to it.
After Wilson had left, Allwood had reflected on how he was going to enjoy being a major player in Wilson's progress through the school and the frequent discipline he would undoubtedly receive. Satisfied with the afternoon's events he locked the door and set about relieving the bulge in his own underpants.
Please e- mail me if you have enjoyed this as there could be another set of stories along these lines if people want them Rob W