Robbie ( and Paul) Episode11
Early on Friday evening Surgeon Captain Sir Peter Collingwood-Wilson Bt R. N., sat on the patio sipping a malt whisky ( Glenfarclas 105) and gently checking the household accounts. He was enjoying the late spring sunshine and mused on the quality of life. It was several months since has wife had died and he was beginning to retrieve the threads of his life. The Navy had arranged a new post for him, James was already at boarding school and now that Robbie would be starting at the same school in September life should be easier. Coming from an upstairs window were the sounds from Robbie's CD player, as normal it was far too loud. Sir Peter sipped his whisky and picked up the monthly itemised phone bill. He paused- looked at the bill a second time -his eyebrows knitted then he lay that particular item to one side and continued with his task.
At dinner he was joined by his younger son Robbie and was reminded that one of the lads friends was sleeping over, infact he was already here , having picked up his overnight bag on the way home from school. Paul Bateson ( son of the local vicar) and Robbie had been good friends for some time now and although their likes and interests ( in sport and music) were poles apart their friendship was obvious. He was glad that the friendship had developed because it had provided Robbie with some support and consistency during the turmoil of the fanmily's return to the UK and the lengthy illness and eventual death of the boy's mother.
Dinner went well, having had little contact with young lads Sir Peter had no small talk and so he spoke to these boys as if they were adults and they enjoyed and responded to this approach. They skipped sweet, but lingered over the cheese and the boys were invited to have a glass of port. After the table had been cleared the boys had been about to head back to Robbie's TV room ( actually he shared a teenagers sitting room with his brother, but as James was at boarding school Robbie felt he had ownership of that entire part of the house).
"Robert, can you hang on a moment please there is something I think you may be able to help me with ?"
In Sir Peter's hand was the telephone bill, but Robbie was unfamiliar with such things and neither recognised the sheet of paper nor knew the type of information it contained. Blissfully unaware he turned back to help his father.
"Robert- this bill itemises a lot of phone calls which were not made by me, see. Honolulu, Tuvalu, the Caribbean etc. they all have an 0891 number and seem to be calls to _s_e_x_ chatlines. The total for these items is more than £100-00. All the calls were made before 6-00 pm that is before I get home in the evening. Can you help explain how they got here?"
Robbie felt very sick- he knew full well who was responsible for those items and he wondered why parents asked such stupidly obvious questions , but it wouldn't be wise to raise such a point at this particular moment. Instead a very pale Robbie looked at the floor and mumbled his guilty plea.
In response to cross-examination Robbie told how a school friend had found the numbers in a magazine and together they had come to the house to make the calls having known that they would not be interrupted. It didn't take a rocket scientist to elucidate who the collaborating friend had been and soon Paul had been invited to join in the conversation.
Both the thirteen years old boys looked at a piece of floor just infront of the adults feet, it was clear that Sir Peter was not happy whilst he could accept that they probably did not appreciate how much the calls would cost, they had none the less set out on several occasions to act furtively and with deception in behaviour which they knew their parents would never have consented to.
"Robbie I am going to punish you in a way which you will not soon forget- Paul I can punish you now , or phone your parents if you accept my punishment that will be an end to matters and I will not inform your father-part of the punishment will be a beating - which is it to be ?"
Instantly Paul had agreed to be punished with Robbie. He knew that his father would not hit him but his mother moan about it for the next six months . He'd previously seen Sir Peter thrash other boys and knew it would be serious, but he felt it only fair to be given the same punishment as Robbie, he was also curious to see what it would be like, apart from one dose of the slipper at school Paul's bottom had never been blistered.
"Very well then, organise the room , you know how - then strip to your pants." He normally ordered his sons to take off their trousers and pants but neither youth was going to question this unexpected change.
Ten minutes later he came into the drawing room and found one arm chair strategically positioned in the centre of a large space and two most unhappy teenagers wearing only their briefs. Sir Peter had made a mistake but he was not intending to admit or correct it. He always administered the strap to bare backsides, so miscreants removed their trousers and pants, but kept their shirts or sweaters. To get their pants off now would mean that these kids would be naked, would that be right ? He'd make his mind up in a minute.
He gave them a lecture about honesty and trust, and noticed that his younger son was not going to be a boy for much longer. The boy stood erect and in control of his fear his blue eyes were bright and unblinking. Muscles were beginning to show an obvious growth spurt about his upper chest and arms., there was a hint of facial hair. A soft but distinct bulge was apparent in the front of the white Y fronts. Paul was about the same height as his co - accused but was so stooped he looked 6 inches shorter, the eyes were downcast and his lips trembled. Although he was one of the school's star sports players he still had some puppy fat and was pretty un- muscled. Sir Peter could not help but revert to doctor mode and had needed to remind himself that he was meant to be punishing these youths, not giving them a medical examination.
"I'm not going to make you refund the costs , but I will arrange that during the school holidays each of you will do 40 hours work in the old peoples home. You will each have eight strokes, Robert you first".
Robert moved towards the punishment chair and paused with his hands hovering at the waistband of his underpants, without awaiting instruction he slipped them to the floor and stepped from the garment. The view of his pubis and genitals confirmed Sir Peters impression Robbie was rapidly transforming to manhood. Robbie leant over the chair, grabbed its arms and buried his face in the seat, finally he spread his legs the required distance and waited for the pain to come. But it didn't - well not in the way hewas expecting.
"Robert please explain the marks on your backside."
The penny dropped and Robbie was aghast because he'd forgotten them and their implications.
"I was caned on Wednesday, by Mr Jones for skipping orchestra practise- he gave me three to begin with and then said my clothes were too thick so he gave me another six when I was bare" Robbie blurted the words so quickly they were almost incomprehensible.
"I see. You should have told me. Do you know what this means ?"
"Yes Father- a double dose"
Robbie's backside suffered eight fire balls.
"Stand over there, you'll have the others after I've dealt with Paul"
Sir Peter turned to his second victim, who hastily shed his yellow briefs to reveal a nasty scar from a botched looking appendicectomy and a fat circumcised penis - which was erect. Paul came forward trying to hide his erection. He had already lost points in Sir Peter's estimation. Clearly anyone who wore coloured underwear could not be a gentleman and in his recollection kids had erections after a beating not before. He wondered if Paul had been brought to this state by watching Roberts beating or was just that the sight of any naked youth was enough to provoke such a response.? In any event master Paul might only have eight strokes due to him, but each one of them was going to count.
Paul adopted the position so recently left by his chum.
CRAAACK, the first blow landed on the highest point of his rump, seemingly without effect, blows two and three landed in broadly the same area and provoked noticeable flinches; the fourth blow however, knocked the wind out of Paul with a loud gasp. Five and six struck the junction of buttocks and thigh, Paul squirmed and yelped and had to be coaxed to reassume the requisite stance .
"Paul its nearly over - but if you don't bend right over and keep your legs apart it will be twelve "
Very dubiously Paul bent and spread. Then he wished he hadn't for number seven had curled round the inside of his upper thigh- Paul started to sob so much so that after the eighth he stayed in place and needed much persuading that it was indeed over and he could stand up. Red eyed and sniffy he traded places with Robbie. Neither boy sported an erection now. Robbie prepared for a further eight slashes, but before they were delivered he had to account for all the beatings he'd received and not told his father aboutL By Allwood for swearing Allwood again for incomplete prep The head- for fooling around during lunchtime Jones for missing orchestra practises Hodges had slippered him for being slow to change for PE And Aunt Bev had spanked him one morning before school.
Lots more could have come out, about slipperings and canings infront of the class for cheekiness, poor work etc but with a bit of licence Robbie decided it wasn't a beating if it happened in front of a class. Honour was satisfied , Sir Peter felt he'd been told enough and Robbie took a further eight.
Both boys slept face down -bare bottoms on top of the bed clothes, the window was open and a spring breeze cooled their bruised and burnt backsides. In the morning they seemed fine and none of the three mentioned the previous evening's happenings. They all went to Thorpe park and Paul was impressed by Sir Peter's appetite for big dippers and drop rides so long as he wasn't holding a strap, Robbie's dad was a regular guy.
After breakfast on Sunday the three went to sung Eucharist, Paul's father had returned specially to celebrate the service- he noticed that both boys seemed to be rather stiff and had trouble sitting still - naively he thought they must be overdoing the cycling.
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