Captains Table* Robbie's elder brother in touble
Although Robbie had been caned at the start of that school day,( see R's lesson in table manners) he did not seem in any way upset and at the close of school he and Paul Bateson were probably the first kids out of the gate. The two thirteen year olds furiously raced their cycles to Robbie's house- Paul had won by a short head. His parents were at a church conference so he was staying with Robbie for the week. The elderly aunt running the household had wanted to put Paul in one of the spare rooms, but Robbie - aided by Paul had eventually persuaded her that putting up an extra bed in Robbie's room would be far simpler and less trouble ( and more fun for them ).
Ever since they had been slippered together( see Robbie's extra Gym class) , Robbie and Paul had been firm friends - and more. Indeed many evenings had been spent together, ostensibly studying, in practice the main subjects had been comparative anatomy and (very) liberal studies. Both sets of parents had welcomed the friendship, the vicar and Mrs Bateson were social climbers and thought that the liaison of their son with the child of an eminent military physician (and hereditary peer) would reflect well on them. Robbie's father was far too concerned with his sick wife and protecting his career to worry too much about his spare heir and s anything which diverted Robbies demands on him was welcome.
When they had entered the house it was empty, Robbie remembered that father was in London ( at the admiralty) and the duty aunt had taken the volvo estate to collect Robbie's elder brother and his friend from their boarding school for a seven day exeat.
Paul had 'phoned his parents and then gone upstairs to change. As he entered the room he saw Robbie clad in just his briefs , hanging up his school trousers and selecting a pair of jeans. As he leant forward to put his leg inside the jeans, Paul had stopped him.
"Not so fast Sir Robbie- I haven't had a proper look at your cane marks yet."
"Aw com' mon- I showed the whole form at lunch time."
"Yes - but I didn't get a good view -if you don't show me I'll tell your Pa that you 're skipping piano practice. Now come here and let me look."
Robbie knew when to give in, so he moved to the foot of his bed and bent over, as he made to drop his underwear his wrists were caught by Paul who stopped him in the act.
"I'll sort those, just you bend right over" leered the vicars son.
Robbie bent further, to Paul, the view was unbeatable (Well in fact it was very beatable). Robbie's body had swelled the cotton briefs into a most erotic set of contours. The material was wearing thin in places and the red weal outcomes of his punishment could be discerned beneath the thinning cotton . In a couple of places there was a hint of blood staining along the line of the diagonal cut, but most eye catching was the slash across the top of the legs completely unprotected by the pants. Low on the buttocks were two other places where the scarlet evidence of the cane emerged onto visible skin at the point where the legs of the briefs were too high cut to have afforded protection. Paul also had a good view of the pouch formed in Robbie's Y fronts by his balls and now swelling penis.
Paul feasted his eyes and before being fully satiated had tugged the briefs down to Robbie's ankles to enjoy a different perspective of the same scene. Three close and parallel marks, one more painfully low and a diagonal. Obviously the handiwork of an expert. The stripes were a dull red, but bruising was becoming apparent at the points where the oblique stroke had cut the others. Released from the briefs the young _c_o_c_k_ and balls hung freely and could be seen framed between the backs of the thighs of this now submissive teenage boy.
" You would'nt really tell my Pa would you ?" queried Robbie
"Maybe - maybe not, but you can buy my silence if you like "
"How ?" queried Robbie
" I don't know yet, but I'm sure I'll think of something in time".
Just after 6-00 pm the volvo had crunched up the drive. From it came the aunt, followed by (The Hon ) James Collingwood-Wilson (Robbie's elder brother) and his friend Toby Northcott. The latter two , both aged sixteen were boarders at a very old and prestigious seat of education and were still wearing it's uniform of black coat, white shirt with a stiff wing collar, striped house tie and morning dress trousers. If all went to plan, in a little over a year this would also be Robbie's school and the uniform he would need to wear. Minutes later a taxi delivered Roberts father to the house. Not brought up in a military environment, Paul was surprised and impressed by the formal No 2 uniform of a Surgeon Captain in the Royal Navy (R. N.) resplendent with medal ribbons and four gold lace rings interspaced with crimson. It made his fathers clerical suit look very drab.
James was a bigger version of Robbie, just over six foot tall - most of which seemed to be legs- slender and topped with blond hair. Probably more muscular and athletic in build, but then he was three years more developed. A pleasant face but without the freckles, there were faint signs of hormonal spots. Apart from any other features the smile and wide blue eyes meant there could be no doubt that this was Robbie mark 1 . Toby was about the same height but more chunky (a rugby player to counter James' runners build) , a mass of black unruly curls topped his head, a square jaw and deep brown eyes finished the visual impact and for a moment Paul thought he could be looking at a future version of himself. Toby was also a Navy brat , because his parents were posted on exchange to the USA he would be spending the week with James ( and Robbie and Paul).
Greetings and introductions were concluded and the luggage manhandled into the house. The younger lads helped Toby to move his bags to the guest room and then retired to use the playstation while Toby showered and changed.
At seven 0'clock they all gathered for dinner. James and his father had come from the study, and apart from removing their jackets were still dressed in their day clothes. Robbie and both guests had changed and were wearing the standard teenage uniform of jeans, tee shirt and sneakers.
Dinner had been a relaxed and pleasant meal, Sir Peter was not only an easy host but a long term friend of Toby's father and God father to Toby's sister. Much of the meal had passed in easy chat about common friends and swapping stories of their overseas experiences, boring things like school and exams had not been mentioned- the elder boys had even been encouraged to join Sir Peter in drinking a very decent Chilean red wine. At the end of the meal Sir Peter had pushed his chair back from the table with the words :-
"Robert - please entertain our guests, I've had an e-mail from school and I need to spend a few minutes in my smoking room with James."
These few words provoked a flurry of concurrent activity Robbie was intrigued as he didn't know his father smoked far less had a special room for it, James' had blanched, and in response to Toby's mouthed but unspoken question had first shrugged his shoulders and then made a throat cutting gesture.
"Excuse me Sir Peter" interrupted a diffident Toby "but has this got something to do with breaking bounds and smoking ?"
"Yes Toby , indeed it does"
"Uhhmm in that case sir could you deal with me as well as Jimbo er sorry James ?"
" I don't know Toby - I need a few minutes to think about that, come and talk to me while these three help with the washing up"
Toby had joined the RN doctor in his study. Whilst sipping a Glenfarclas malt ( it was noticeable that he did not offer his young companion a tipple), the doctor had discussed the matter. They agreed that- Toby would accept the same punishment (details not yet disclosed) as that dealt to James. Both Toby's father and Headmaster would be informed of the event. It was probably best for Toby to be punished now rather than wait for transatlantic communications between his father and the Head about what was appropriate and who should administer the same.
In the kitchen James had told a story about a group of 16 year olds who'd been caught out of bounds and smoking stolen cigarettes. Toby and James were in the group apprehended.
In response to Sir Roberts bidding all four lads had gathered in the drawing room.
"James and Toby , for the offence of stealing you will receive a beating , you will also write a letter of apology to the shopkeeper and recompense him for the goods stolen , additionally each of you will make a donation of £50-00 to Oxfam, there will be no separate penalty for the other matters. Robert you will witness this so that you realise how seriously I take such behaviour, Paul, I apologise for this disturbance but you are welcome to watch - or not as you see fit"
Paul norRobbie would not have missed this for worlds.
Sir Peter then instructed the two transgressors how he wished the furniture to be re-arranged. It was to be cleared from the centre of the room and a single dinning chair placed there. As the bigger youths moved the furniture both the youngsters watched and noticed how tight Toby's Jeans were and the ample view of what Pauls sister would have described as his lunch box. James' school trousers were much less exciting.
Sir Peter came back after ten minutes carrying a wide (2.5 inch) leather belt.
"Fine you two-strip from the waist"
The two looked at each other and then took off their trousers. James wore green tartan boxer shorts but they were mostly obscured by his shirt tails. Toby however was much more revealed in a pair of white calvin klein sports boxers, not only were they pretty figure hugging in their own right but the Tee shirt barely reached the waist band of them
"And the pants lads take off your pants."
They were horrified. James began to protest that this was unfair with the younger lads looking on but he won no sympathy. Grudgingly they complied. James now comforted by the length of his shirt felt a twinge of pity for Toby whose short Tee shirt stopped above his pubic hair meaning that none of his manhood was protected from view.
"James , you know what to do...."
Big brother moved across the room, stood behind the chair back and then leant over it to reach the front legs. His father folded the school shirt well up his back so giving the younger lads a side on view of the unfortunate's arched back, stretched buttocks and exposed genitals. To Paul's mind, Robbie was further developed in this department than his elder sibling. Four times in rapid fire, the belt thumped into James' arse. Standing behind the current players Toby could see the effects of this lashing and it was not very comforting to know that soon it would be him being treated in this way. At a slower pace two cuts were placed across the lower curve of his backside and then a final two were delivered to the upper thighs
James was not actually crying but tears were not far away, when instructed he levered himself up and stiffly returned to stand by Toby. In moving he gave confirmation to the theory that his _c_o_c_k_ was smaller than his brother's, but the observers attentions were mostly concerned with the damaged arse. The injuries were not neat and symmetrical like a caning but a picassoesque riot of enraged crimson stains randomly despoiling the white muscular curves of his buttocks and thighs
It was pure will power that got Toby into place. Paul and Robbie had been drawn to two in-escapable features of Toby's anatomy, first the sheer size of his cut member was approaching truly remarkable proportions and second, the chunky globes now displayed showed four fading but clearly discernible red scorch marks.
"Normally, punishment is doubled if I find recent cane marks that my sons have not confessed to me- on this occasion I will be lenient with you" commented his tormentor.
Robbie squirmed in his chair and caught Paul's eye.
Toby's punishment mirrored that of James, and judging by the resultant gasps and starchy movements the effects seemed to be comparable.
Sir Peter had given very curt dressing down to two downcast sixteen year olds. And had promised that if he ever had to deal out such treatment in the future, not only would the beating be even harsher but he would send digital photographs of the offenders and the effects of punishment as an e-mail attachment to the aggrieved, headmaster and other parents involved.
After restoring the furniture to its normal position the two boys ( still with bared behinds) leant over the table to write their letters of apology. They had'nt even thought about trying to sit.
Every body was subdued so an early night was not in appropriate.
After his shower, Robbie stomped back into the bedroom, flung his towel to the floor and looked for the big Tee shirt he wore in bed. Without being prompted he described how his brother had come into the bathroom while Robbie was cleaning his teeth, pulled down his towel and discovered the evidence of Robbie's own caning. He had seen Robbie's response to Pa's comments about discovering signs of a school caning, and thought that confirming this notion might be useful information.
"Now I've got both you and my bloody brother blackmailing me- God if Pa sees these marks I'm dead".
The boys settled down for the night, Robbie laid prone on his belly. Paul luxuriated by laying on his back, pulling up his tee shirt, spreading his legs and wanking- amused that he was the only teenager in this house who could comfortably lay on his back!
"Robbie what would your dad do if he knew you'd been skipping music practise ?"
" He'd use the strap on my bum"
"What on the bare ?" "Yes"
"And if he saw those cane marks?"
"I'd get twice as many. stripes"
"Robbie- you know I said I'd work out a way for you to buy my silence? - Well what about me giving you a slippering ? We can do it at my place tomorrow after school -the olds will still be away"
Robbie groaned this was going to be a difficult week.
*Captains Table is the term used in the Royal Navy to describe the process of summary justice dispensed by a commanding officer. Once it is established that there is a case to answer , defaulters can chose to accept the C Os punishment or proceed to Courts Martial.
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