Author's Note: I've never been inside a British Private school myself, but my father went to one and I've read a fair amount about them. This story is total fiction and combines different elements from different sources. I have no idea what the routines for this kind of thing are at Eton. Also, despite the fact that this story is about real people, it is pure fiction and I intend no disrespect to either of the young princes. I think they are fine young men who will become great leaders and I expect to be proud to acknowledge either as my king when the time comes. This story, as well as anything else I write are posted first at my website, which can be found here: http://members. tripod. com/ericblyton/index. htm * * * * * His Royal Highness, Prince William Arthur Philip Louis Windsor (known as Wils to his friends) was in a particularly good mood. His birth had landed him in a position of great privilege, and while he was not sort to complain about this, it made him very determined to succeed and accomplish things on his own terms. The last thing he wanted was for people to be able to point their fingers at him and say, "Oh, he only got that because he's the heir to the throne," or, "If he wasn't the prince, he wouldn't be here." Going to Eton had been an accomplishment in and of itself, but now he had been chosen along with a handful of other boys to be a prefect. This was indeed an honor, and no one questioned his receiving it. He thought for a moment how proud his mother would have been and his eyes misted up, but only for a moment. He wiped his silent tears away and considered his new position. There were responsibilities, of course. He was in charge of dealing with the younger boys and disciplining them if necessary. That made him a little uneasy. What would he do if one of them sarcastically referred to him as "Your Highness" when he ordered them punished? He had to trust that this wouldn't happen. So far, no one at school had made an issue out of his lineage. And there were privileges as well. The chief one was that he got his own room. William had liked his roommate well enough, but it was nice to have a little privacy. He had moved in to his new room the day before and was finished setting it up. And he'd been through a couple weeks of orientation, being told by the masters what was expected of them and given lots of advice for dealing with the younger boys. If William took it all more seriously than most, it was because he was very aware that one day he would, at least in theory, be in charge of everyone in the nation. This was his first real leadership challenge and he wanted to succeed with flying colours. William was good at hiding his emotions behind a poker face when he needed to and so for the first days of his new position he managed to conceal his nervousness with a mask of false confidence. But as the second week began, the confidence became real and he relaxed. The other students were also getting used to those among them who had just been elevated to Prefect and no one was inclined to challenge them. But of course, boys are boys and there was no way that a group as large as those who roomed at Eton could go for very long without getting into trouble. It was just William's luck that he was the one who caught them. And even worse the identity of the mischievous, gangly redhead who was leading the quartet of boys back into the dorms after curfew. "Harry," William said to his brother as he crept up behind the group, "Where have you all been?" "Wils!" Prince Harry said with a start, nearly falling out of the window he had been trying to silently climb through, "I mean, Sir!" William was glad that Harry had managed to correct himself in his manner of address, but he was not at all please to find him leading a pack of his soccer friends sneaking about the school ground. "I asked you a question," he pointed out, "You are all supposed to be in your rooms. Do you have some excuse for your whereabouts?" "No, Sir," they said in unison, looking at the ground. Harry looked as guilty as the rest of them and William appreciated the fact that his brother was not trying to pull rank. That would have been very awkward to say the least. "I have some latitude in a matter such as this," William informed the guilty boys. "I can report you to the head and let him deal with you or if you all prefer, I can deal with you myself. What's it to be?" The boys looked at each other. As a general rule, a Prefect would be harder on you than a teacher would, but on the other hand, if one submitted to him, it would remain informal. It wouldn't become public knowledge or go on one's record. After a few moments of uneasy shuffling, the other boys looked at Harry and nodded their heads. "We'd rather take your punishment, Sir," Harry said, facing William with proper respect. William sighed to himself. He'd been hoping to be able to pass the buck on this one, but it was not to be. He would have made this offer no matter who he had caught and it would not be fair to the boys not to give them the chance to keep their records clean just because he didn't want to have to punish his own brother. He told the boys to come see him in his room tomorrow after sports practice, and gave them each a separate time. Since this was his first time doling out punishment, he wanted to deal with them on a one on one basis. Once he made sure that the boys were all back in their rooms, he went to bed himself and fell into a fitful sleep. William found it very hard to concentrate on his classes the next day. He knew what he was expected to do, of course, and he was quite worried that he would make a mess of it. He had deliberately scheduled Harry to be first because he trusted him to let him know if he did it wrong. Back in his room, he sat at his desk working on his lessons and glancing at his watch. He'd told Harry to be here at 4:00 sharp, but the time seemed to be dragging. Precicely at 3:58 there was a rap on his door. "Come in!" he called out and Harry opened the door and came in. "Lock the door behind you," William told him and then signaled him to come and stand in front of his desk. He made Harry stand there while he finished the paragraph he had been working on an then looked up at his brother. "Do you have any excuse for your behavior last night," he asked him. This was strictly a rhetorical question, but nevertheless, tradition dictated that it must be asked. "No, Sir," Harry admitted. "You don't expect me to go easy on you because you're my brother, do you?" he asked. This was a mistake and he knew it the moment the words left his mouth. Harry's mouth fell open and his pale face got red. "What! Sir, with all due respect, what right do you have to ask me something like that? Have I ever tried to claim any sort of privilege? I expect, no, I demand to be treated the same as everybody else. And in this case, since I was the ringleader, I expect to get more than the others!" "Look, I'm sorry, Harry," William said by way of apology. "I guess me of all people should no better than to think that of you. It was wrong of me to say." "And don't think that gives you the right to take it easy on me, either," Harry added, calming down but clearly still annoyed at his older brother. "No, I won't. And you were right, since you were the ringleader, you are due for extra. I was going to give the lot of you six of the best, but in your case I'm going to make it ten." "Fair enough, Sir," Harry said as they settled back down into their roles. William got up from his chair and went over and retrieved his cane. It had been presented to him upon taking this office and he had fingered it several times, feeling the smooth edges and imagining how it would feel cutting into a young boy's bottom. He'd even swung it in the air a few times, hearing the swish and practicing keeping hold of the thing. But now the rehearsals were over and it was time to put it into use. He walked around the desk and stood behind and to the side of Harry. "Lower your trousers," he ordered. Harry very calmly undid his belt and let his uniform pants fall to the floor around his ankles. "Sir?" he asked, "What about my pants?" Harry had his fingers hooked in the waistband of his white briefs and was looking at William expectantly. While it was not common for a prefect to cane a boy on the bare bum, it was far from unheard of. And if that was what Harry wanted, he was going to get it. "Them too," William added. "In fact, take them, your trousers and your shoes all the way off. Then they'll be out of the way." Harry complied, kicking off his shoes and untangling his trousers before he pulled down his y-fronts. William could not help but look at his brother's meat. Harry's patch of red-brown pubic hair was growing bigger every time William saw him undressed and his _c_o_c_k_ was becoming noticeably thicker. Harry had been well endowed as a small boy and this seemed likely to continue on through adulthood. But what really drew William's eye was the fact that, big or not, Harry's meat just wasn't this size when it was soft. Clearly, he was starting to sprout an erection. This was a complication that William didn't need. Nevertheless, by the time Harry was naked from the waist down, his staff was at ¾ mast and rising. Just watching this was causing William's own rod to surge into life. "I'm ready, Sir," Harry told him. "Turn around and face the desk," William ordered him, "Then bend over, grab hold of the sides and stick your bum out properly. You'll have to number each stroke out loud or it won't count." Harry got into position, but his shirttail was hanging down over his pale white cheeks. That wouldn't do, so William rolled it up his back and tucked it up by the younger boy's shoulders. In the process, he could not help but notice that Harry was now fully hard. His foreskin had retracted and his seven-inch dick was jutting straight out over the desk. William's own errection was distracting him from the task at hand and he had to straighten himself out in his pants to unbend his pulsing member. With that out of the way for the moment, he gripped the cane and held it against Harry's bare bottom, checking the range. Even so, when he brought it back for the first blow, he still managed to botch it. Instead of hitting Harry square in the middle of his upturned cheeks as he'd intended, he went low and crooked. The cane cut across the bottom of Harry's left cheek and the top of his right thigh. "One, Sir," Harry called out, grunting in pain. William tried again, but overcorrected. This one landed on the top of Harry's bum, just below his waistline. "Two, Sir," Harry counted. At least that one had been in the strike zone, even if he was still off. Wills looked at the two red lines that were coming up across Harry's backside and tried again. "Three, Sir!" That one was better. While still not dead on, it had landed at a slight angle on the bottom half of Harry's rear. Clearly, this one had hurt the most so far. "Four, Sir!" Harry gasped as his brother finally hit his intended target, scoring a direct hit on the center of the younger prince's bum. Not that William was getting the hang of it, he started getting more methodical. "Five, Sir!" Harry cried out as he reached the halfway point. This one landed on his upper cheeks, cutting smartly across them. William used the opportunity to take a couple of seconds rest. He was quite shocked to see that Harry's erection had not gone down. If anything, it was even harder than it had been at the start. It was less surprising, perhaps that his own member was still rampant. After thirty seconds, he started again. "Six, Sir!" Now William was deliberately going at an angle, cutting across the previous welts. He knew full well that where the lines intersected there would be a double dose of stinging pain. "Seven, Sir!" Harry seemed to be taking it very well, but William was determined to make him feel it. For the next blow, he aimed low and caught Harry right on the cleft where his firm bum met his thighs. Harry gasped and sucked in his breath. Clearly, he hadn't been expecting that. William gave him a moment to realize his mistake, but he didn't catch on. "You didn't call it, so that one doesn't count," he informed Harry. He saw his brother tighten his grip in frustration, but rules were rules. "Eight, Sir!" This time, Harry remembered. "Nine, Sir!" William put all his energy into the last one. More by accident than by design, it landed in the exact same pace as the first one, cutting right across the center of Harry's bum. "Ahhhhh! Ten, Sir!" William stood back to admire his handiwork. Harry knew better than to rub his bum until given permission, so after leaning the cane against the wall, he studied the criss-cross pattern of red lines that decorated his younger brother's bottom. All in all, William felt that he'd done a satisfactory job. And yet still Harry had an erection. Well, perhaps now that this was over, Harry wouldn't mind if he slipped out of the role of prefect and into the role of loving brother. He moved up behind Harry and put his hand against his well-spanked bum, gently rubbing it and exploring the red welts with his fingers. Then his hands went further afield and made their way around Harry's body, coming to rest at the base of his raging rod. "Is this part of my punishment, Sir?" Harry asked, amusement evident in his voice. "Oh, shush, Harry," William said, slapping his bottom with one hand and causing him to wince in pain. Tenderly he caressed the younger boy's inner thighs, running his fingers over Harry's balls and through his teen pubes. "Please, Wils," Harry moaned, urging his brother on at the same time as he acknowledged their shift in positions. William moved one hand down and wrapped it around the base of Harry's _c_o_c_k_ and started to stroke it. He held himself tight against his brother's body, feeling the heat from Harry's spanked bottom penetrating through his own trousers and heating his own boner. While using one hand to play with Harry's swinging balls, he pumped his shaft with a slow, steady rhythm. While being careful not to make a bad situation worse, he ground his hips against Harry's bottom. Harry's breathing got faster and deeper as William increased the frequency of his stroke. He kept his hand tight around the hot shaft while using his thump to probe and rub Harry's plump _c_o_c_k_head. With his other hand, he could feel his little brother's bollocks drawing up and he knew that Harry was getting ready to shoot. "Wils," Harry panted, warning him of his impending orgasm. "I know, Harry, I can tell," William assured him. His fist was a blur as he worked on his brothers meat, pumping it while bending it down slightly, aiming for his waste-paper basket. Harry grunted and pushed back and William felt his _c_o_c_k_ pulse in his hand. There was a splattering sound as Harry's boyjuice shot into the garbage. At least William had aimed this correctly; he didn't want any to get on the rug. Harry's whole body shuddered as he came and William did not let go until the last drop of sperm had come out. Then he took his handkerchief and wiped Harry off. "Can't say I expected that," Harry remarked with a grin. "Well, you were the one with the stiff prick. What would the others have thought if they saw you come out of here sporting that? No one would have believed I'd done a proper job on you if they saw that." "When they got a look at my bum in the gymnasium they would have," Harry pointed out, "But all the same, thanks for that. Now what about you?" "What about me?" "Well, I see your prick is still hard. We can't leave that unattended, can we?" "I just caned you and now you want to toss me off?" "Not exactly. And I know very well that I deserved to be caned, so hush about that. Sit there on your bed." William did what Harry asked, wondering what his brother had in mind. Harry unzipped his trousers and reached inside his pants to pull out his aching member. Harry's hand felt so good wrapped around it and he hissed in pleasure. "Oh, yea, wank me, Harry," he moaned. "To hell with that," Harry said, lowering his head and wrapping his lips around the fat head and licking off the oozing precum. This was more than William had hoped for. He closed his eyes in delight and leaned back against the wall. Harry knew just how to make his older brother feel good, licking the shaft and balls before going back and swallowing it, inch by inch until William's pubic hairs were against Harry's lips. With his _c_o_c_k_ totally inside his brother's steaming hot mouth, William started to buck his hips slowly, _f_u_c_k_ing Harry in the mouth while he used his free hand to play with his balls. Aware that their time was limited, Harry made no attempt to draw it out the way he would at home. Instead he sucked with a vacuum that William did not even know he had. The whole scene was too much for the bigger boy. He gave in to the mounting bliss that was spreading from his midsection and felt the onrushing surge of orgasm. With a quick cry to warn Harry, he started blasting off in his little brother's mouth. Harry kept up the suction, swallowing William's load just as fast as his balls shot it out. In the end, William felt completely drained. He hardly noticed when Harry tucked his now softening penis back inside his pants and zipped him up. "I guess I should be going," Harry said as he started to dress. "Thank you, Harry," William said as the stood up, handing the other boy his shoes. "I wish we could do it more often," Harry said. "Well, we can't. It's too risky to carry on like that here. We'll just have to wait for those times when we are home." "Unless you have to cane me again." "Oh, do try to keep out of trouble, Harry. It doesn't look good, you know." "I know, Wils, I'm not being serious. That sneaking out last night was the first wrong thing I've done in ages. It was just hard luck that I got caught, and by you, besides." "Well, it seems to have worked out, anyway. Run along now, Harry, I've still got your friends to deal with." "Oh, yes, I expect I'll be hearing about that later. You are going to make them pull their pants down as well as their trousers, aren't you?" "Yes, I expect I will. But I'm sure they'll be happy to give you all the details." Still rubbing his very sore bum, Harry left the room. William sat down and looked at his watch. The next boy was due in five minutes. This job was becoming more fun than he had expected! End