"So how do you employ corporal punishment in this school? As you know, my wife and I are firm believers in it for our son."
"I am about to punish a boy. Would you care to watch?"
"Certainly."
"Miss Ruddock, send in Henry Jones."
A blonde haired 15 year old boy walked in. He wore long grey shorts, long grey socks, black shoes, a grey shirt, school tie and black blazer with red and gold crest.
He stood before his headmaster's desk, hands clasped behind him. His skin was fair and boyish, his eyes blue.
"I understand you have been stealing again?"
The boy hung his head. "Yes Sir."
"You know the consequences?"
"Yes."
"Take off your blazer."
He removed his blazer and put it over a chair back.
"Mrs and Mrs Widows are thinking of sending their son here. They will be witnessing your punishment to see how we do things here. Take off your shoes please."
The boy bent and removed his shoes.
"Today's punishment will be severely embarrassing. Naked in fact."
"Naked!"
The boy had never been punished this way - the worst had been in his briefs. "Oh no, Sir, please!" He was blushing furiously.
"Oh yes, Sir, certainly. Take off your socks."
The boy bent once more and was quickly barefoot.
"Miss Ruddock, see we are not disturbed," the Head said over the telephone. He stood and went to the door and locked it. Then he turned on the lights and drew the study curtains. "Take off your tie."
The boy removed his tie and draped it over his jacket.
"Now take off your trousers and give them to Mrs Widows to look after."
Miserably, the boy removed his school shorts and padded bare of foot and legs to Mrs Widows, who took the shorts and folded them over her knee. The shirt tail and front were long.
"Undo your shirt."
He unbuttoned his shirt completely - white vest and underpants showed beneath.
"Take your shirt off and give it to Mr Widows."
He removed his shirt. His arms, legs, thighs, feet were all completely bare. His bottom was round and beautiful. There was a substantial soft bulge in his crotch. Begionning to sweat and smell of sweat he walked to Mr Widows and gave him his shirt.
"Take up the position over the end of the desk."
Daring to hope that he might have escaped nakedness, he stood at one end of the desk, spread his feet, bent forward and held the desk on each side.
The Head took a crook-handled cane, wickedly thin, from a cupboard. He administered four strokes on the seat of the boy's underpants, in rapid succession, then drew back. "Stand!"
The boy stood, a tear running down his face, his hands rubbing his underpants.
"Hands on head!"
His hands flew to his head.
"Go to Mr Widows."
He stood before Mr Widows.
"Take off your vest and give it to him, then hands back on your head."
He handed over the vest. Only his white briefs protected him from nakedness.
"Go to Mrs Widows."
He stood before her.
"Take off your underpants and give them to her."
He turned, "Please Sir, no!"
"Come here."
He returned to the Head.
"Take the position."
He took the position. Down came the cane. "Now will you do as I say?"
He was defiantly silent.
He received another stroke and yelled out with pain. "All right Sir, I'll do it!"
The Head administered a further stroke. He yelled again.
"Now, hands on head and go to Mrs Widows and apologise for refusing."
He went to Mrs Widows, red-faced. "I'm sorry for refusing."
"Take off your briefs and give them to her."
He did so, standing before her, naked, his bottom streaked with red stripes, his penis soft and circumcised.
"Please inspect his underpants Mrs Widows. Are you satisfied with their cleanliness?"
She inspected. "Yes, Headmaster", she said.
"Good. Assume the position."
He assumed the position, naked.
"Mr and Mrs Widows, please come and inspect between this boy's buttocks. Satisfy yourself as to his hygiene."
The boy's arse cheeks were well spread by the position. The parents inspected. "Satisfactory, headmaster," Mr Widows said.
The parents sat. The Headmaster took out a wide black strap and began strapping the boy's buttocks and thighs. He was soon in tears and asking for mercy. The head continued until the boy's bottom was thoroughly red. He was sent to stand naked in the corner.
"Thank you Headmaster," Mr Widows said. "We are entirely satisfied that your school will be ideal for our son."
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