Robbie Episode 11 bad music
See trilogy, extra gym etc for the preceding chapters in this saga.
The news of Robbie's successful exam results for entrance to the select boarding school had proven to be a bit of an anti climax. It was no more than the family had expected, to his class mates it was seen as a desertion and to his present headmaster it was a bit of a blow. Wilson was an able lad and a good exam candidate, his likely grades would have raised the school's averages in the league tables and to this stupid new labour government which knew the rank order of everything and the value of nothing that could be significant. Gwyn Jones the music master, was however, extremely annoyed- for not only had Wilson passed the entrance exam but he had been awarded a music scholarship for piano and French horn! And he, Jones, had no idea the boy could even play an instrument. The school orchestra was struggling, the spring concert was looking dire and suddenly he was told that within the school was a musical prodigy who had been ignoring him
Robbie had been hi-jacked into the orchestra and given star billing for the concert. He'd delivered the goods beyond expectation. He thought he'd done all that had been required of him- probably more. After the concert he stopped going to orchestra practises which were held after school on Tuesdays , and during lunchtime on Thursdays. When challenged by Jones, Robbie had replied that the music was so easy that he did not need to rehearse such simple stuff.
Unabashed, Robbie had continued to play the piano for some school assemblies, the school enjoyed Robbie's piano playing but after a series of (deliberately?) inappropriate choices, such as playing Shostakovich's jazz march as the Headmaster made his entrance ( which had had the effect of making the Head wait until not only had Robbie finished but the boys clapping and cheering had settled, Jones had thought it safer to pre-approve the content of Robbie's intended performances.
A beak's note was posted on the porter's board
"Wilson RC form 2B -See me 1-45 pm weds - music rehearsal room signed GW Jones."
The music department had been a late addition to the school, effectively it was a blister on the axis of the main building and stuck out as a three sided glass protrusion between the changing rooms and the path to the school fields.
At 1-42 Robbie had entered the music department. He was due to start playing rugby at 2-00pm , in his hand was a bag containing his games kit. He wasn't keen about games but knew that he would be in (further) trouble should he be late. Jones was seated at a piano annotating some sheet music and then playing over the section he had changed. It seemed like hours before he acknowledged Robbie's presence.
"Wilson- you have missed four consecutive orchestra practises, yet you've been in school on each of those days - was there a reason? No I thought not. So you have been defying me. You are an idle and insolent little boy. Tell me what do you contribute to the school community? I understand that you are not in any sports team and have no extra school activities. You have musical talent yet you deign mot to share it with the rest us. Your attitude is appalling and I will not tolerate such contempt. Is there any reason why I should not beat you?
Right then, four or six ?"
Jones had developed the practice of offering his victims a choice, 4 strokes bare or 6 on the seat of their trousers. Playground wisdom had it that Jones liked bare bums so whilst the boys could not avoid the cane they could deny him some pleasure.
Robbie chose six, enough people had seen him bare arsed in the recent past and he'd prefer not to add to the number and why should he give Jones any pleasure? But most importantly he wanted to get this thing started and over with as soon as possible he was already getting dangerously close to being late for rugby.
One of the high stools used by the string bass players was indicated, Robbie took off his coat and bent over the stool which supported some of his weight and in so doing pushed his backside further up than he had experienced during previous beatings. It struck him that anyone walking along the outer pathway would have an uninterrupted view into the room.
Jones was in no hurry, he waited till Robbie was positioned then slowly walked to the instrument storeroom to select a cane. God, how this boy angered him- he had made Jones look a fool, he was self assured almost to the point of arrogance and he was a more natural musician than Jones. And finally he was just too good looking, Jones was planning to enjoy the next few minutes.
Cane in hand he approached Robbie from the rear; the view was stunning, his trousers were as taught as a drumskin stretched across the boys backside. The outline of Wilsons briefs caused two diagonal ridges in the stretched material- this would aid Jones' aim no end. If he looked carefully - which of course he did- Jones could also see the waistband of the briefs showing through the back of the white cotton shirt where they had ridden higher than Wilson's black tousers.
CRACK the first blow was a perfect hit for the meatiest and highest part of the proffered backside. He tried to lay the second exactly on top and almost succeeded. Using the visible indicators provided by Robbie's underwear, the third blow was low -just on the arse curve at the top of the leg. A noticeable gasp was provoked . Jones put aside the cane and started to feel Robbie's behind, the fingers probed through the material to Robbie's cheeks and sought the ridges caused by the legs of his briefs Robbie thought he was being fondled but seemingly this was an unjustified conclusion.
"Your trousers and pants are thicker than normal- they are protecting you too much. Take them down."
Robbie stood up - he noticed the clock on the wall showed one minute past two o'clock. He dropped the offending clothes to his ankles and lay back over the stool .
Jones started to beat him again , just after the first blow landed came the unmistakable clattering sound made by rugby boots running on concrete. The second form was on its way to fields and all 80 of them would pass the three windows of the music room and have a grand stand view of the little drama being acted out within . As the games players neared the music room windows the pace of their "clattering" slowed to a very slow walk . Robbie sought anonymity by trying to bury his face between the legs of the stool. All that was achieved was that his backside stuck out further and provided an even better target. Anyway all the kids would know it was him so this ploy wasn't worth the effort.
Six blows were delivered . Each on fresh skin. Jones was enjoying, watching the red and purple stripes develop . He was keen to see this phenomenon and in order to do so each stroke had to be on virgin flesh - so to speak. This quest slowed him down as accuracy was required , it also caused him to progressively move the targeted area lower for each blow. Some of the last blows were painfully low.
After the ninth stroke -yes 3 to begin with followed by six bare meant that Robbie was worse off than having gone bare straight away, Jones told him to stand. Robbie was not very keen on this suggestion, partly because it hurt to move but also there were still a lot of kids passing by on their way to games, the path was at most 8 metres from him and there was only a sheet of glass to protect his identity and modesty. What the hell, damage limitation was needed. His own class mates had stripped him naked and several of the masters had flogged his bare arse, so would it really matter if almost 80 kids saw him now ? After all most of them had seen the caning being performed- it was a bit late for modesty. So with the biggest grin he could muster Robbie stood and acknowledged his year group by way of a slight bow. He pulled up his clothes and headed for the changing rooms and thence the rugby field.
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