The Wait 2 Explanation: The Wait was supposed to be a stand alone one off story. However, several people made a request of a sequel. So here it is:
"As I was saying," went on the Headmaster, " you would have been expelled, however he, (Mr. Freeman Ben's Form Teacher) persuaded me that a less severe punishment would suffice. You will be caned and caned severely. I want you to move to the end of my desk now, bend over and touch your toes." The Headmaster picked up one of the canes from his desk and flexed it.
Ben moved to the spot indicated and bent over waiting and wondering how many. He felt the cane lightly touch his bottom about halfway down.
The wait was over................It was about to happen.
The Headmaster looked and the bending youth in front of him. He was a perfect specimen of young manhood, not too muscle bound, but the muscles well defined. Ben's shorts were well filled with one of the most perfect behinds the Head had seen in a long time. All the girls would be chasing him in a year or so. At the moment though he was a nervous young man, the head could see a slight tremble as Ben waited for the first stroke to fall.
As he drew the cane back, Ben moved slightly. "Keep still Stroud. I don't want to hurt you more than I have got to."
Ben heard the swish of the cane moving through the air, a sound you did not hear through a closed door, then CRACK as it connected with the seat of his tightened shorts. For a nano second nothing, and then a line of white fire exploded across his behind.
The second stroke landed, this time a little higher and again the short time between the stroke landing and the rush of fire along the line where the cane had landed. Ben gasped in air.
The third stroke whistled down this time landing with a meaty THWHACK, right above the crease.
"Owwwuch."
Ben forgot about feeling sick, with just three strokes the Head had reduced him to just about tears. Telling himself to hold on, he waited for the next stroke, only three to go he thought. His bum was on fire, he could just about imagine smoke pouring down the legs of his shorts and and at the next stroke there would be flames. '_s_h_i_t_ how can I think things like that, at this time.' However that thought steadied him and he bore the next two without sound or movement.
Through the door his friends heard the ouch, and thought, poor Ben, he must be getting it harder than us. However when the next two strokes were delivered with no response from Ben they started to breathe easier again.
Ben saw the Headmaster move slightly from the corner of his eye, next thing came the whistle as the cane arced through the air. The CRACK was resounding as the cane landed. From the top of his left buttock to below the crease on the right, the stroke awoke the other five weals anew as it crossed the earlier strokes.
'Phew, I'm glad that's over,' he thought as he started to straighten up.
"Who told you to stand up Stroud, stay down."
Ben bent over again his bum just about numb. He saw the Head move again, this time the line of fire was from the bottom of his left cheek to the top of his right. He stayed down willing the Head to tell him it was over. There was a pause longer than the others between the strokes, then came that swishing through the air. This time it landed right on the crease, with the end of the cane wrapping around Ben's right thigh.
"Owwwwuch."
"Get up Stroud. I hope that has taught you a lesson."
With tears streaming down his face Ben just looked at the Headmaster.
"Well Stroud, has it taught you a lesson?"
"Yes Sir."
"Take over Mr. Freeman."
"Come with me Stroud." Mr. Freeman led the way to the door and opened it and waited for Ben to proceed through it ahead of him.
Ben stumbled into the corridor.
"Boys, you are to follow me the gym where you will change back into your uniforms under my supervision and then we return to the Headmasters office. Come follow me."
By now Colin, Jason and Jack had had time to recover a bit so they managed to walk just about naturally. Ben stumbled along with them wishing he could rub his rear. At the gym he was surprised to see that the clock showed 4pm. He had thought that at least an hour must have past.
"Right boys, go to your lockers and change, then freshen up. We must be back at the Headmaster's office by 4.15, ok?"
Ben took off his blue singlet opened his locker and pulled his ordinary white singlet out and slipped it over his head. Looking across the aisle he saw Jason's bum with it's six parallel weals each exactly the same distance apart. The Head is certainly an expert with the cane he thought. He wondered what his own bum looked like. He pulled down his shorts gently wincing as he did so.
Pulling up his tight briefs was much much worse. His shirt went on then he pulled up his shorts. As he pulled on his socks and bent over to put on his shoes, his tight shorts and underpants pressed on his bum and the pain started to throb again.
He joined the others at the wash basins, sluiced his face, dried it with a paper towel and then combed his hair. Still not quite walking freely he followed the others back to the office.
Mr. Freeman ushered them inside. The Headmaster was waiting.
"Well boys, you have paid the price of being a criminal. I believe that it was a lark, but at your ages you should have known better. We will say no more about it. Your parents have been informed, but the punishment has not been recorded in your personal records. It is recorded in the punishment register as gross misbehavior, and I want you to sign the register and then you may go."
The four boys lined up alongside the desk and as each bent over slightly to sign the register, they did so carefully. When he got to the register Ben could see the entry. Stroud B. J. Gross misbehavior 8 strokes buttocks. He signed his name and turned to go.
"Just a moment Ben," said the Headmaster. "You others may go, can you stay too Mr. Freeman?"
"We will wait for you at the bus stop Ben," said Colin wondering what further problems were coming the way of his friend.
Ben just nodded. The door closed behind them and Mr. Johnston.
"I would offer you a chair Ben," the Head said smiling gently, "but I feel that you probably will be more comfortable standing at the moment.
"Yes Sir," wondering what was coming.
"Ben was it your idea to raid the orchard? You have been punished, so there will be no further punishment, but I would like to know. I want you to be honest."
"Yes Sir, it was."
"Ben you have in you many admirable traits, one of them that both Mr Freeman and I have noticed is that you are a leader. You are a good scholar and a good sportsman and I was surprised and disappointed in your actions. However you have paid for that action and we will say no more about it. It is now September and we are thinking about next years line up of prefects. Your name is one of the names on that short list. It shall remain there, but I want your undertaking that you will not do anything more to jeopardize our trust in you. Do I have that undertaking?"
"Yes Sir," feeling again a bit like a parrot. "Thank you Sir."
"Very good, you may go and good luck for the exams at the end of the year."
"Thank you, and you also Sir, looking at Mr. Freeman.
"That's alright Ben, your friends are waiting, however don't say anything about your coming prefects role until next year."
"Yes Sir."
Ben left the office and walked down the corridor to his class room where he picked up his satchel feeling a bit lighter hearted than he had since the beginning of school that morning. His backside still throbbed, but he would get over that. He went out to the gates and along the road to the bus stop. Colin was there waiting.
"Jack and Jason's bus came and they were worried that their oldies would carry on more than what they are going to, so they went. What happened?"
"Nothing much, I got more jawing, they thought that I should have known better."
"Here's our bus, hell it's full, but the drivers my cousin so he may let us on, said Colin.
They waited as the bus stopped and the door opened. Showing their school passes, Ben went into the bus while Colin had a quiet word with his older cousin. They had to stand close as the bus was crowded. As they lived in the same street they were ejected at the same stop, the bus still pretty full.
"Well we've got to face our parents now," said Ben.
"Mine will be waiting with a stick probably, I wont be able to sit for a week at least."
"I cant do that now," said Ben thinking at least his parents didn't belt him any more.
They came to Colin's gate, "See you tomorrow," they said together.
Ben walked along the road to his house, and went inside.
"Benjamin Stroud, go straight up to your room and wait for your Father to get home," said Ben's Mother looking annoyed. "I am not interested now," as Ben opened his mouth to explain, "you can tell us both together before dinner."
'_s_h_i_t_' thought Ben, 'I'm in trouble here too.' With that he went upstairs threw his satchel at his desk and flung himself facedown on his bed. After a moment he got up and quietly shut his bedroom door, opened his wardrobe and looked at his reflection in the mirror. After a moments reflection, he undid his belt peeled down his shorts and gently started to ease his underpants down, wincing to himself. With his buttocks bare, he turned and looked over his shoulder at the damage.
His bum looked a mess. Jason's bum had had six even deep red lines across it. His had the six lines plus the two cross strokes where in several places the skin had broken. The weal on the crease was already a deep purple. Rubbing his fingers over the weals Ben could feel the raised skin that was still very tender to touch. Looking at the inside of his underpants, Ben could see splotches of red where he had bled onto the cloth. Easing his underpants and shorts back up, Ben was wondering whether to change into jeans and a tee shirt when he heard his Father's car come up the drive.
He heard the front door close with a bang. A short time later his Father shouted up the stairs, "Ben get yourself down here smartly."
Ben went down stairs to where his Father was waiting. His Father looked at him, and then said mildly, "Come into my office Ben, your Mother and young brother are there waiting to hear what you have got to say for yourself."
He followed his father into what his Father called his den when he was feeling jovial. His mother and and brother were waiting, sitting on the old couch. His father went to his desk and sat down and motioned to Ben to sit on a chair that he kept for the odd visitor that came to see him formally at home sometimes. Ben sat carefully.
Ben's Father opened the discussion, "Ben you know I received a phone call from your Headmaster today."
"Yes Dad, he told us that he had called you."
"Son, I am very disappointed in what he had to say. I want you now to tell your Mother, Chris and I what you thought that you were doing."
"I thought that it was just a bit of fun, we didn't mean to steal anything, it was just a raid. Mr. Freeman and the Headmaster have explained to us that we were wrong."
"Ben, I'm not an idiot, I can see by the way you walked in here and the way that you are sitting on that chair that they more than talked to you."
Ben looked first at his Mother and then Chris, he could feel his face go red with embarrassment.
"Well son, we are waiting."
"I got, we got the cane as well Dad."
"I'm not surprised. You put the school into disrepute, you have ruined your future prospects, as well as ruined this family's reputation."
"Dad, the Headmaster said that we have not had anything entered on our records and in the punishment register he wrote it up as gross misbehavior."
"And that makes it right, do you think?" in a rising voice.
"No Dad. I now know what I and the others did was wrong. I thought that I would go and apologize to Mr. Brown on the way to school tomorrow.
"Well that is a start. Ben I have not spanked you since you were ten years old. However your Mother has had some concern for the past couple of months, she tells me that you have been cheeky, answering her back and not doing what she has asked, or doing it sulkily. No, wait till I have finished young man. I have past off her concern by saying that you were just going through a phase and that you would come right. Now I think that I should have clamped down on you a bit more.
Ben looked at his Father with surprise, "Dad."
"So drop your shorts and underpants and lets see what has been done, and then I can decide whether or not to add a good belting as well."
"Dad, please Dad, not with Mum and Chris here."
"Benjamin the longer you make me wait, the more trouble you are getting into. You should have thought about the consequences before being so stupid."
Hearing his father using that tone, Ben started to undo his belt. He undid the top clasp and then eased his shorts down.
"Turn and face the bookcase Ben."
Gratefully Ben did as he was told, at least his front wouldn't be on show. He carefully pealed down his underpants again wincing gently as the tight bands rubbed on the raised weals.
"Oh, Ben," from his mother, while Chris didn't say anything.
"Ok son, you can get dressed. I don't think you can stand a belting at this stage, but depending on how you act over the next month, a good hiding is what you will get unless there is a marked improvement in your behavior around here. Do you understand?"
"Yes Dad." Ben mentally resolved to keep out of trouble, but when you are sixteen that is hard to do.
After dinner that evening and having done his homework, Ben took himself off for a shower. Again he looked in the mirror at his bum. He wondered what the others behinds looked like, specially Colin because Colin like himself had received eight............