Explanation: This story was written from an idea supplied by silverrain@ndirect. co. uk While I am a Christian, I am not a Catholic so I may have some of the details wrong.
St Peters
St Peters Catholic Collegiate School was in the secluded country side about two hours away from the nearest city. Located in a park like setting, the whole complex of buildings and playing fields were surrounded by a high wall. The front gates had a lodge that the grounds man and his wife lived in, while the back gates were only to be used in emergencies. The school was home to some three hundred and fifteen students from 12 years old through to 18 years old. The students were watched over by an all male staff of twenty Jesuit Brothers and tutors.
Micheal Conlon was a tutor at the school, just out of training college as a teacher. He had graduated from university a year earlier and then gone to teachers training college. The reason for being a teacher was he hoped that he could partway satisfy his mother's wish that he become a priest. He had no desire to be a priest seeing their lifestyle as being too restrictive, wanting more freedom to pursue his own interests of music and the arts. Being an above average musician, he was the music teacher and the assistant sports master as he had played rugby at university and was pretty fit. Micheal was 23 years old, looking barely older than some of the more senior students of the school. He had been recommended for the job by his local parish priest who knew Brother Kevin, the Headmaster.
The interview for the job had been very brief and to the point. Brother Kevin had said, "We believe in healthy minds and healthy bodies and healthy souls. Anything to the contrary is to be stamped out smartly. To do that you will find in your quarters a selection of canes and tawses that are standard issue to all the staff here. As well there are canes in all class rooms. Do you know how to use them?"
"I received them plenty of times during my own school days Brother."
"Well you have the idea then. For ages up to 16, six is the maximum unless it is exceptional circumstances, over 16, twelve strokes is the max. You must always cane the buttocks, never any other place and in serious cases you may cane on the bare, but make sure that you record the punishments in the register." He held out his hand, "I wish you well in your job here. Oh by the way you can play the organ at chapel as well."
Leaving the Headmasters study, Micheal found Brother Cuthbet waiting for him. Brother Cuthbet acted as secretary for Brother Kevin, and was in fact listed in the School's prospectus as the Registrar.
"Micheal, I have arranged for one of the boys to take your luggage to your rooms and he should be back here shortly, he can then show you where they are and show you around the school. Dinner will be at 7pm tonight, we will go over your timetable tomorrow." Before Micheal had a chance to say a word, "Ah, here is Morrow, he will take you to your quarters."
"This way Sir." Morrow was a tall boy, Micheal estimated him to be 16 or 17. He was quite good looking, except he was a little gaunt in appearance. He led Micheal up the stairs to the third floor. "You are along the corridor at the end, Sir."
"Quite a hike."
"You look pretty fit Sir, I guess you will manage."
They stopped at the door, Morrow handed two keys on a small ring to Micheal. "Here are your keys Sir. I've got to help Brother Cuthbet with the new boys, when you are unpacked come back to his office and I'll give you a quick tour of the school."
"Thank you Morrow." Micheal opened the door into his quarters and was pleasantly surprised. The room was quite large with a good desk, bookshelves, that were empty at the moment, there were large windows to let in plenty of light, and on one wall two matching doors. His luggage had been placed neatly beside the desk. Going to one of the matching doors he found a modern bathroom complete with shower and toilet. Opening the other door led into a bedroom of reasonable proportions with a single bed in it. There was also a door to the bathroom, built in wardrobe, and two chests of drawers. Micheal thought that he would be happy here. Micheal unpacked his clothes and toiletries and then went back into the area that had the desk. He unpacked his few books and his small Hifi system along with his records and then went exploring.
In the top desk drawer he found two tawses. One a lightweight with two tails and one a lot heavier and longer with three tails. Next drawer down held a book titled "Punishment Register". In a cupboard he found three canes, a junior, a middleweight and a senior cane. They were similar to the ones he had felt during his school days, and wielded with a bit of vim, could cause the backside of the boy being caned to smart and burn for a while. All three canes were supple.
Satisfied with what he had found he made his way back downstairs to the Registrar's office.
"Well Micheal, how do you like your quarters?"
"They are much better than expected Brother Cuthbet."
"We expect a high standard from our teachers so we make sure they are as comfortable as we can make them. The boys coming here pay high fees. We try to give value for money. Ah here is Morrow."
"Come Sir, I'll show you around and then it will be dinner."
After seeing the school including his classroom which was also the music room Morrow took Micheal to the dinning room. You will sit at our table Sir, and our domitory is also under your care."
The meal was not bad. Plain food well cooked. After the meal as it was first night of term there was no prep. Micheal made his way to the chapel and after praying went back to his quarters. Lights were out for the younger boys at 9pm, the seniors at 10pm. When he went to do a check of his charges he found most of the boys already in bed, some were reading others just lay there either asleep or just laying quietly.
The term progressed and Micheal settled in well. He found Keith Morrow was one of his students and was not yet 16 years old. He had tawsed a 14 year old boy, Millar, for being insolent one evening just before lights out. The boy had made a smart comment about arty freaks and wimpy musicians. Micheal decided to make an example of him. He went back to his room and returned to the dorm with the heavy tawse.
"Millar, I want you to bend over the chair beside your bed. You may keep your pajama pants on this time."
Millar did as he was told. Micheal could see weals left by an earlier caning through the thin yellow cloth of the pajama bottoms. He laid on 4 hard strokes and by the fourth stroke Millar was crying.
"You may get up Millar and get into bed. I don't like cheeky little boys." Micheal left the room with a goodnight boys and returned to his rooms. He recorded the punishment in his register and made himself a cup of instant coffee before settling down to mark some exercises.
Chapter 2
Micheal was walking past the caretakers shed and past the cricket pavilion intending to take a walk. There was a small copse of trees and then a walk along the river bank to enjoy. He was enjoying the job and found that his students responded well to his teaching. Apart from the tawsing that he had given a cheeky 14 year old one evening he had not had to resort to corporal punishment. His musings were interrupted by a movement that he caught from the corner of his eye, just as he was emerging from the copse onto the river bank.
Going forward to where he thought he saw something, he found some shoes laying beside a bush, gently pushing aside a branch he saw Morrow and Scott, two of his better music students. Both had their shorts and underpants at their ankles, both had rearing _c_o_c_k_s and both had their hands on the others _c_o_c_k_, frigging each other. For a while Micheal thought that he would leave them to their own devices, and then had second thoughts.
"Morrow, Scott, what do you think you are doing?" and before they had a chance to say something, "I will see you in the corridor outside my room in fifteen minutes properly dressed. Am I understood?"
"Yes Sir," said Morrow. Micheal left them and went nosily back through the copse to the main building angry that his period of relaxation had been destroyed. He reached his room and took off his jacket and went to the cupboard and checked his canes. He had a drink of water trying to calm himself down, debating whether to report the boys to the Discipline Master, Brother Raymond. Brother Raymond was reputed to have a very strong right arm and boys were always in tears when they left his room. He decided to deal with the matter himself.
The fifteen minutes were just about up when a tentative knock came on the door. Micheal remembering his own responses when summoned to a Brother's room for discipline, sat at his desk, and bellowed, "Come."
Morrow came into the room followed by Scott. Both boys looked pale and nervous. Both wore their full uniform complete with blazer with their hair neatly combed.
"Well lads you know what you were doing was wrong. What do you suggest that I do about it? There was no reply from either. Micheal went on, "What you are taught in divinity lessons teaches you that what you were doing is wrong morally so I wont go into that argument, however you are both young and feeling your hormones, and that is no excuse either. I have the option of reporting you both to the Discipline Master, Brother Raymond, or dealing with you myself. Which is it to be?"
"You deal with us Sir," said Morrow.
"What about you Scott?"
"You Sir."
"I see, well the punishment will be severe. Because you are both under 16, I intend to give you six of the cane on your shorts and then fifteen minutes later six of the tawse on your underpants." Both boys went even paler. "Do you still want me or do you want to go to Brother Raymond?"
"Still you Sir," said Morrow, while Scott just nodded his head.
"Right Morrow you are first. Go over and bring that chair by the wall to just in front of my desk. Put the back of the chair against the front of the desk. I want you to kneel on the chair with your chest resting on my desk. Morrow clambered onto the chair and lent over the back so his chest was resting on the desk. While he appeared rather gaunt, in this position his backside was in the air, well developed for his age just at the right height for Micheal to lay the cane accurately on the target zone. He paused before going to the cupboard.
"Whose idea was it?"
"Mine Sir," from the kneeling Morrow.
Micheal got out the senior cane. He swished it through the air a couple of times getting the feel and the balance right, then lined it up on the upthrust buttocks in their tight shorts. Tapping the target a couple of times to make sure the reach was right and that he was at the correct angle to get both cheeks equally, he drew back and let fly aiming for the left buttock, knowing that the right would get its fair share of punishment because of the flexible cane.
The stroke landed and the cane seemed to disappear into Morrow's stretched shorts. Morrow shuddered, but otherwise did not move or make a sound. Fifteen seconds later the second stroke whistled through the air and landed just below the first, again burying itself in the stretched bottom cheeks. Again Morrow shuddered followed by a gasp. The next stroke was lighter as was the fourth. Then Micheal hit into the under part of the buttocks, just above the crease, the cane whistling in with a high pitched swish. Morrow shot upright putting his right hand around to his buttocks.
"Get back down now, or you will get more."
Morrow got back into position slowly. Micheal waited until he was settled properly and then let the last stroke go. Again it whistled in this time landing just about on top of the fifth stroke. Morrow let go a moan.
"Get up Morrow, go and stand over where Scott is, Scott come here and get on the chair as Morrow did."
Scott approached the chair. Micheal was amazed to see the front of his shorts tented out hiding an erection. 'He'll get rid of that soon enough,' thought Micheal.
Micheal laid on the first stroke. Scott's backside was more plump than Morrows and his shorts were really stretched tightly across the curves. Micheal could see exactly the area where Scott's underpants covered. The next stroke went lower and the third lower still landing right on the hem of the underpants. The fourth was the best stroke yet. It landed below the line of the underpants, just below the crease.
"Owwwuch," Scott yelled.
The fifth landed on the crease making Scott yell again and the sixth was higher and not so hard.
"Get up Scott, go and stand next to Morrow, no rubbing, put your hands on your heads, both of you.
Scott stumbled off the chair and tottered over to stand by Morrow crying silently, his mouth open and closing and his eyes streaming with tears.
Fifteen minutes went by, both of the boys watching Micheal closely to see what was going to happen. He continued getting the following days lessons ready. Finally he stood up.
"Well lads it is time for the second part of your punishment. Morrow come to the chair, take down your shorts, then kneel on the chair as you were before."
Morrow came across to the chair and undid his belt, flies and gently slid his shorts down to his knees.
"All the way to your ankles, Morrow."
With a sigh, Morrow did as he was told, he kneeled on the chair and bent over with his chest on the desk. Micheal could see the the bright red weals left by the cane through the thin white fabric of Morrow'' underpants. He went to the drawer and got out the heavy three tailed tawse and went behind and to the left of Morrow.
Aiming for the right cheek he raised his arm and let fly. The tawse hissed through the air and landed exactly where he wanted it to on Morrow's right buttock. Morrow winced and wriggled. Moving back half a step, Micheal raised the strap again this time aiming and hitting the left cheek. The tails of the tawse disappeared into the divide in the cheeks, Morrow's underpants no protection from the heavy strap, making Morrow cry out for the first time. The third stroke was across both cheeks with the tails curling around the curve of the buttocks reaching towards Morrows right hip. Again the cry from Morrow. The fourth stroke again was the right cheek lower down, then the same on the left cheek. The sixth was as hard as Micheal could make it, across the tops of the thighs.
Young Morrow would think about frigging with a friend each time he sat down for a few days, thought Micheal. "You can get up go stand beside where Scott is, Scott come here."
Scott with a little hesitation did as he was told.
"Drop your shorts and kneel on the chair, as before." Again with hesitation , it was done. Scott's underpants were just about non existent. They were so thin, that Micheal could see each weal from the earlier caning, the one that landed below the hem, bright red on the point of bleeding. Again he raised the tawse, aiming for the right cheek and then the left. This time the heavy tails disappeared into the crevasse between the cheeks. Scott had wailed at the first stroke went into a higher key at the second.
"For goodness sake you are nearly 16 Scott, you are not a baby," said Micheal as the third stroke landed across both buttocks. The fourth and fifth were lighter but the sixth was at his best. It landed across the tops of the thighs below the underpants line. Again Scott went into a high note.
"Get up and pull your pants up and wait till I fill in the register," said Micheal in disgust.
After both boys had shakily signed the register, "I want you both to confess this Sunday in chapel. Now go have a cold shower and go to your dormitory until the dinner gong. I will be up to check on you in 30 minutes.........