SPANKING CONSENT FORM
Ordinary Consent:
I consent to my son, Richard, being punished in accord with the rules of Treetops School, which, in accordance with local law, allow and encourage corporal punishment. I understand that this will be administered by the headmaster, using a cane on the seat of school uniform short trousers.
Additional Consent:
I have requested this additional consent form, because I believe that traditional and severe methods are sometimes necessary with my son. I have placed a cross against those methods which the Headmaster or his appointed agent may employ:
Caning on underpants: x Caning on bare bottom: Spanking on seat of uniform shorts: x Spanking on underpants: x Spanking on bare bottom: x Stripping naked and spanking: x Dressing in embarrassing clothing: x Other behaviour designed to embarrass/humiliate x Presence of witnesses at any of the above: x
Signed: Amelia Proudlove
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Richard Proudlove, standing before his headmaster, hands clasped behind his bottom, aged 13, was in a lot of trouble.
An attractive boy, his headmaster mused, and all the more alluring in this uniform of blue cordouroy trousers, white shirt, blue tie, short blue socks and blue canvas shoes. All this complented by his jet black hair, green eyes, smooth skin. He was slender and quite tall.
Richard had only been at Treetops for two terms, but had already been caned in the regulation way on the seat of his shorts several times. He seemed impervious to it - and now he had done something which put him right on the edge of being expelled. Indeed, were it not for the scope of the additional consent his mother had signed, he would be on the first plane home. But even then... if his mother knew what he had done... this was a case for the most severe and rare form of punishment.
"I take it you want your mother to know nothing of this?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You understand the consents she signed?" He had the document on the desk.
"I think so, Sir."
"Then I direct your attention to these sentences: She gives permission for, quote 'Other behaviour designed to embarrass or humiliate', for any punishment to be witnessed, and for any punishment to be carried out by my agent. Agent means anyone I decide should do the punishment. In the uniquely serious circumstances, I have decided that punishment should be carried out by someone you have never met: he runs a very small school for extremely badly-behaved boys up in the hills. His name is Mr Tyrer. I am allowing you to be punished rather than expelled, and keeping your secret, on the understanding that you never speak about Tyrer's punishment. He will send me a written log. Is this agreed?"
Richard felt very anxious but knew he had no choice. "Yes Sir."
"Very well, wait outside my door."
Tyrer arrived thirty minutes later. Casting a searching glance at Richard, he went into the Head's study.
Tyrer emerged twenty minutes later, shook the Head's hand, and beckoned Richard to follow.
Richard's inner tension was racheted up by Tyrer's complete silence on the short drive up into the hills. Eventually they entered a driveway and came to a halt in front of a large house.
To Richard's amazement, there were two boys, perhaps each 11, dressed in just vest and pants, doing the gardening. And Tyrer's car door was opened for him by a boy of perhaps 12, dressed only in boxer shorts. None of them spoke, unless Tyrer spoke to them.
Tyrer led him to his downstairs study. Outside it, a boy of perhaps 13 stood, again in white vest and pants, hands on head. "Follow me in," he said to the boy, as he led Richard into his room.
"Stand at the back of the room, here, hands behind your back," Tyrer said. "I have some punishments to attend to first. Richard became aware of another boy, probably 11, in just a vest, with his hands on his head and a very sore-looking red bottom, standing facing a corner. Tyrer reached into his drawer and retrieved a pair of underpants, giving them to the boy. "You can go," he said. The half-naked boy left.
Tyrer turned to the boy in vest and pants. "Why have you been sent?" he asked.
"Talking in class, Sir."
"Six strokes bare arse. Drop your pants and assume the position."
The boy dropped his underpants and spread himself forward over Tyrer's desk. Tyrer folded back his vest, picked up a cane, and administered strokes, slowly, deliberately. The boy was yelling out on the last two. "Give me your pants," Tyrer said. The boy handed them over. "Into the corner." He stood in the corner, hands on head, behind Tyrer's desk, the lines from his caning clear on his bottom.
"Right, you," Tyrer said, sitting in a large chair and pointing at Richard, "Come and stand in front of me, hands behind your arse." There was no vestige of humour and friendliness in Tyrer. "I understand you managed to get an entire dormitory of randy little 12 year old boys playing with each other's dicks, when you were meant to be making sure they got to sleep? Is that right?"
Richard hung his head. "Yes Sir."
"Frith, come over here." He called the beaten 13 year old to his side. "Bend over, spread your arse cheeks and show this boy your arsehole."
To Richard's astonishment, Frith immediately did this.
"Right, back to your corner."
"That's how I have them here. I beat them into total submission. And here is where you will come if you fail at Treetops. Do you want that?"
"No Sir."
" 'No Sir'. Well, my job today is to show you life here, to give you a severe punishment, in the hope you will learn your lesson. Frith go and fetch Samuelson."
Frith exited, still in his vest. There was a cold silence, then a scrabbling, then Frith re-entered with a pretty, black-haired, olive-skinned 12 year old, stark naked, with a dog collar round his neck and a lead in Frith's hands, on all fours.
"Frith," Tyrer said, "bend over and spread your cheeks. Samuelson, do what dogs do and sniff and lick his arsehole. Frith bent and pulled his cheeks wide; Samuelson put his "fore-paws" up on Frith's lower back, stuck his nose into Frith's arsecleft, sniffed loudly and commenced licking.
"You see," Tyrer said, "these boys do anything we tell them, because they know that if they don't they will be beaten, or worse. Lead him away Frith and come back to the corner."
Richard was still standing before Tyrer, hands behind back.
"You're a pretty boy," Tyrer said, taking him by the wrist and drawing him closer. "Let's see your arse - turn round."
Richard turned and Tyrer started to feel the seat of his cordouroy shorts. It made Richard shiver with fear. This man was so clinical. "Yes", Tyrer said, "I shall enjoy subduing you."
The beaten 13 year old returned. "Go fetch Jilks", Tyrer ordered. "Turn back round", Tyrer said. "Let's see how well-developed you are at the front. Now spread your legs a little." Tyrer sat forward and placed his hand, palm up, on the crutch of Richard's shorts. He pressed upwards, locating Richard's scrotum, then he slipped his fingers around until he located the outlines of Richard's dick. "Yes", he said, "excellent."
The beaten boy returned with an attractive little eleven year old, dressed only in a pair of completely transparent clear plastic underpants, beneath which could be seen a very sweet hairless circumcised dick and balls. Tyrer went to his desk and retrived the beaten boy's underpants. "Off you go," he said.
The door shut. "It's a nice day", Tyrer said, "I think we'll go out onto the back terrace." He opened French windows and led them out onto a stone terrace overlooking a garden. Two boys, aged 13 or 14, dressed in striped pajama jackets and wellington boots, were weeding the flower beds. One, in a transparent nightie, blonde, curly-haired, perhaps 13, was up a ladder, painting a first floor window. Three other boys, all looking 12-13, were in bright pink vests and pants, sitting at a table not far away from where they stood, doing homework. It was a bizarre sight. None of the boys whose genitals were on display, Richard realised, had any pubic hair. Clearly the older ones must have to shave or be shaved.
Tyrer settled on a wooden bench and had Richard and Jilks stand before him. "Boys", he said to the three doing their homework, "Bring your chairs over, you can watch."
"Jilks, although he is 11," Tyrer explained, "is our resident _s_e_x_-pest, which is why we keep him in transparent pants, so we can see what he is thinking. Demonstrate, Johnson," he said to one of the three boys in pink pants.
"Jilks, face me," the boy said.
Jilks faced him, giving Richard his first view of Jilks' pert little bot.
"Say willie,"
"Willie."
"Say my willie."
"My willie."
"Say my willie's going hard."
"My willie's going hard." It was.
"Say I like your bum."
"I like your bum."
Just over three inches of hard little boy dick pressed forward in Jilks' plastic undies.
"You see," Tyrer said, "it never takes much with Jilks. So I thought he'd be good with you, Proudlove, because you're a _s_e_x_ maniac too. Time for a little of your own medicine..
End of PART ONE