Robbie Episode 9 a bad start to the day
This is the ninth in the stories of Robbie's time at school - each story is based on true incidents - it is suggested that they are best read in sequence.
" Oh _s_h_i_t_ !!!"
Robbie had woken up to find the sun streaming through the window and the clock showing 07- 30 hrs. Not only had he overslept, but this was the day he had needed to get up especially early . His maths prep was due in this morning and he had finished only half of the work set, he still had to solve the equations on pages 155/6. His original plan had been to do it last night, but he had been distracted by some dirty books he'd borrowed. If he was quick he could get to Bateson's house early enough to copy the work into his own exercise book. At all costs he must get this work done. He had already had one brush with Allwood the maths master (see Robbie's first caning) and he was very keen to avoid a repeat visit to that particular master's study.
The thirteen year old gathered up his bag and rushed towards the front door.
"Not so fast Robert " - he did not know the aunt could shout that loudly- " as I thought, you look as if you slept in those clothes come here- you are not going out of this house in that state,".
Despite all his protestations about being late for school, the aunt had led him through the kitchen to the utility room.
"Your shoes are scuffed and dirty they need cleaning, your shirt is crumpled and grubby I don't believe that was clean on this morning. What have you done to those trousers? Left them in a heap on the floor I expect. Take them off - yes now!"
Robbie emptied his pockets ( fortunately the contents of his blazer pockets had escaped inspection ) took off the offending clothes and put them in the laundry bin. Aunt Bev had become even more upset when she saw the fluorescent pink socks he was wearing- they came off too. Now stripped to his briefs she had begun to inspect the effectiveness of the shower he claimed to have had that morning. She wasn't fooled, his face and teeth might be OK but his neck and ears had failed the scrutiny and his finger nails provoked near apoplexy. Concerned with getting to school early enough to crib the maths homework, Robbie was resigned to having a shower but thought he might just make it in-time to carry out his plan. So he was not paying much attention to his irate aunt. She however, did capture his interest, and very effectively. Robbie was shocked rigid when the very prim aunt reached inside his briefs, gripped his penis and began to peel back the foreskin.
"Well at least that bit is clean" was all she said
A dumbfounded Robbie was sent off to shower ( again ?). Some few minutes later he came back wrapped in a towel and slightly flushed by the hot water. His blond hair was damp and shed a few drips as he entered the kitchen. Although she was furious with him she did admit that he looked absolutely adorable and helpless in this state - not that such thoughts would alter her planned management of the next ten or so minutes .
She inspected his hair then moved to his ears and neck ( the tide line was no more). The fingernails were clean but needed cutting so Robbie was sent back to correct this flaw. When he re presented himself his feet and toe nails were given the same treatment. The passage of time shown by the kitchen clock was beginning to worry the teenager.
"Drop the towel"
"Pleeeaaase Aunt, I've got nothing on underneath".
"Good - that makes things easier now drop it".
As the towel fell to the floor a crimson blush covered the embarrassed pubescent boy. Missing the maths hand in time was going to have its own consequences but for the moment this was the worst situation he could imagine.
Aunt Bev's finger tips began a fine combing inspection of his pubic hair -Heavens knows what she was looking for but eventually she was convinced that she wasn't going to find it . Instead she began to inspect his glans and foreskin ( again) -did she really need to hold his penis quite so hard? What would happen if he got an erection? Oh God, it didn't bear thinking about.
"OK Robert, turn round and bend over the kitchen table, that's right legs apart".
Gee she wasn't going to look up his arsehole was she? This was getting worse.
WHAM- both the rushing noise and the impact of something heavy hitting his backside registered in his brain at the same moment. WHAP WHAP WHAP his buttocks were being scalded. CRACK CRACK now on the tops of his legs.
"Now stand up" As he did so his hands flew to cradle and protect his behind. He danced from foot to foot to try and ease the pain- his _c_o_c_k_ swinging in synchrony with the movement, but the hurt did not ease.
Aunt Bev had vented her spleen for five minutes describing how ungrateful and inconsiderate he was, how she was not a skivvy but a member of the family trying to be helpful whilst his mother was in hospital. The terrible state of his room- his bad manners- and finally his music was too loud. In all if he was going to behave like a spoilt brat she would treat him like one - no matter how big he might think he was. At various points she had emphasised her points by beating the palm of her hand with the heavy wooden clothes brush which she had used with such great effect on Robbie's bottom. Seemingly spent she collapsed wearily onto a kitchen chair.
"Come here -get over my knees"
Robbie had learnt enough about discretion and valour and now was a time when discretion was the best option so he stretched over her lap and took a thorough and spiteful spanking. After nearly 30 slaps no part of his buttocks or upper thighs was spared pain - it must be hurting her hand a lot- not that he cared.
A pristine and sparkling Robbie entered the registration room three minutes after the start of school, he supposed he was lucky that his name had not yet been called.
" Ah Good morning Mr Wilson so good of you to join us, I do hope these early starts aren't too tiresome for you".
Robbie was had long been convinced that sarcasm was an integral part of teacher training courses. He could foresee two problems arising today. And the first was imminent. The next period would be Gym and Robbie knew his red backside would arouse both interest and questions. Macho discipline like the cane was all right, but how could he own up to being spanked by a spinster aunt?
The second problem was a greater worry, what could he say to Allwood the maths master to explain the missing homework? In the event inspiration eluded him so he said nothing and hoped he could think of something convincing when the book was returned. Because of the half term break and missing a couple of days to take the entrance exam for his proposed new school, he would have ten days to think of something -but it needed to be good.
To be continued......
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