When Micheal got to Brother Raymond's rooms, he found Brother Raymond had removed his customary cassock and was dressed in causal shirt and slacks with a light jersey over the top. If you didn't know he was a cleric, you would have thought that he was an ordinary office worker.
"Come on Micheal, what's your poison?"
"A beer will be fine, I don't have a head for too much drink." Brother Raymond got a can out of a small refrigerator, "A gift from a grateful parent, I stopped his kid from going off the rails," he said gesturing at the refrigerator. They both sat sipping their drinks. Micheal was little lost, wondering where the situation was going to go.
"Micheal, tell what do think of the school and it's policies."
"Well Brother...."
"We're off duty, Ray will do." They talked for about fifteen minutes, then, "Do you get excited when you are thrashing a boy's backside."
"No, I regard it as a distasteful part of the job, sort of a necessary evil if you like."
"What about when you were at school?"
"Oh then, well at the time it hurt like hell, but afterwards looking in the mirror at the welts and bruises and feeling the warm glow, it made the old fellow stand at attention once or twice."
I'll bet Masters Hawking and O'Reilly have a warm glow in their bums tonight."
"Yes, we gave them enough to think about bullying for a while."
"Mark my words, in a fortnight or next term they will have forgotten all about it and they'll start again. And while we are on the subject, watch Morrow and Scott," and as Micheal raised his eyebrows questioning, "They seem to have taken a shine to you, so be careful."
"What after I've thrashed them a couple of times?"
"Exactly." After chatting for a bit longer, Micheal took his leave and went back to his room.
The new term was a few days old when Micheal was called to Brother Kevin's office.
"Ah come in Micheal, just wanted a a couple of words with you. I have spoken with Brother Raymond and several others and you are doing an excellent job. The school choir is better and some of our sports teams are winning more than they lost in the past, so you are off to a good start."
"Thank you Brother Kevin."
"Keep up the good work, I have recommended to the trustees that your tenure, be made permanent."
"Thank you Brother."
"I wont keep you from your charges any longer." Micheal left the office in a bit of a daze and went off to the first lesson of the day.
He was now teaching English and History as well as music and sports, so his days were well filled and he was going to bed tired but exhilarated at night. Over the break he had brooded a bit on what Brother Raymond had told him about Morrow and Scott and had determined that he would nip any untoward behaviour in the bud.
So it was no surprise a few days later when he found Morrow and Scott waiting at his room one evening after dinner.
"What are you two doing here?"
"Please Sir, we want to try out for the junior fifteen."
"You had better come in then." Leading the way into his room, Micheal found them a couple of chairs to sit on and sunk into his only armchair. He waited.
"Sir, we decided that we want to try out for the junior fifteen, over the break," said Morrow, as always the spokesman for the pair.
Just to make sure the two knew what they were letting themselves in for, Micheal went through the regime that they would have to follow and then added, "of course you will keep up your music practice as well." Morrow was a fair pianist while Scott was a talented violinist. In Micheal's view he may not make a soloist, but could get a job in an orchestra without difficulty.
Both the boys assured him that they would and left the room. Over the next few weeks both boys turned up for the practices and the training runs on time. At first they had trouble keeping up, but then everything clicked and they began fitting in. The rugby season had started and both were chosen to play in the junior team. Micheal congratulated all the team for being picked and promised everyone the hard work had just started.
So far he had not had to wield a cane this term and the tawses in his drawer in his room had gone unused. For three weeks all went well. Then Morrow and Scott started being late for practices. Then at an important inter school game they were nowhere to be found. Angrily Micheal put in two substitute players. After the game, which his team lost Micheal congratulated the opposing team's captain and then went looking for his two players.
He found them in the copse near the riverbank. Both had their pants around their knees and it looked as though they were having a jerk off race. Just about incoherent Micheal ordered them to be outside his room in fifteen minutes. As he strode back to the building he wondered whether he should call on Brother Raymond and get his advice, then decided that he would deal with the matter himself. He went to his room and checked on Morrow and Scott's records. Yes, they had just turned sixteen, Morrow a week earlier and Scott two days ago. Micheal prepared the heavy tawse and the senior cane and had them both on his desk top when the knock on the door came.
"Come," he bellowed. This time it was Scott who came through the door first followed by Morrow. Both the boys blanched when they saw what was laying on Micheal's desk.
"I don't need to ask what it was you were doing as I saw you doing it. As well you let your team down by not turning out for the game this afternoon. The only reason that I am going to deal with you is because when I caught you, you were not handling each other, or instead of being here you would be seeing Brother Raymond for a very unpleasant interview, probably followed by expulsion. Am I making myself clear?"
"Yes Sir," from Scott, while Morrow just nodded.
"So you agree that you have both been rather stupid and deserve punishing.?"
"Yes Sir," again from Scott.
"Well you are both now sixteen years old so it time for more severe punishment. I intend to give you eight strokes each with the tawse on your bare buttocks for missing the game and letting the side down. Then after a short break while you will wait with your hands on your heads, one in each corner, you will get twelve with the cane again on your bare buttocks, for playing with yourselves. Have you anything to say before you are punished?"
"No Sir," this time it was Morrow that answered. Micheal looked at Scott.
"No Sir."
Micheal noticed that inspite of their earlier activity, both boys sported erections behind their trouser flies. In fact Scott's pants were tented out in front. Micheal could remember his own hidings that he had received at home and at school and he had always got excited after the hiding, while his backside was hot enough to fry eggs on, not before.
"Right Scott, you know what to do, bring the chair over here and place it back against my desk. Then drop your trousers and underpants, kneel on the chair and rest your chest against the desk."
Scott followed the instructions calmly, even pulling his shirt up to fully reveal his snow white hairless buttocks. All traces of the summer sunbathing had disappeared. Micheal picked up the tawse and swished it through the air, the tails whistling, watching Scott who at the sound trembled slightly. Micheal stood behind and slightly to the left of the kneeling boy and raised the tawse over his right shoulder to get a full swing.
Again that whistle followed this time by the splat as it reached the bared target. Four strokes had landed before Scott winced for the first time. Micheal reached a little further and had the tails curl around the right flank for strokes five and six, they were at full strength. Scott winced again at each stroke, but so far had not cried out. Stroke seven landed so the tails went into the crevasse between the cheeks. This time there was a vocal response.
"Owwwwuch."
Stroke eight was full blooded, right across the sit down part on the lower buttocks. Scott just wriggled and winced, looked over his shoulder. Seeing Micheal nod, he got off the chair and started to pull his pants up.
"Stay as you are Scott. Go to the corner with your hands on your head while I deal with Morrow. Morrow here and get ready." Scott shuffled over to the corner with his hands on his head and his trousers and underpants making their way down his calves to his ankles as he walked.
Morrow watched, and then started to drop his trousers, had second thoughts and took off his shoes then took his trousers right off and folded then neatly and placed them on the corner of Micheal's desk. He then did the same with his underpants before climbing onto the chair, kneeling and then bending over to rest his chest against the desk. Micheal couldn't fail to notice that Keith Morrow too was sporting an erection which was not hidden the front flaps of his shirt. He too pulled the tail of his shirt up, so that his buttocks were completely bared for the tawse.
Micheal looked across the room and saw that Scott's buttocks were nicely glowing from halfway down to the thighs. He raised the tawse and brought it down with a savage whistle to land with the loudest splat that it had made that day so far. Morrow winced at this first stroke, his backside lighting up with a hot burning about halfway down. The second landed this time the tails of the tawse wrapping right around his right flank.. Again Morrow winced. The third landed this time the tails heading straight for the crevasse and going deep inside with the force of the blow.
Morrow yelled, "YEOWWWWW."
Micheal convinced that Morrow was the ring leader, had decided that Master Morrow was going to pay dearly for his sins. The fourth landed right across both buttocks, just above the thighs. Strokes five to eight followed the same pattern as the first four. Morrow cried out as each landed and then staggered off the chair when told to, and went over to the other corner, all the _c_o_c_k_iness knocked out of him, and stood there trembling and sniffing quietly.
Both boys behinds were glowing well.
Micheal waited ten minutes and then said, "You can have the rest now or come back tomorrow. What is it to be?"
"Scott spoke after looking at his friend, "Can we come back tomorrow, Sir?"
"Yes Scott, you too Morrow?" Morrow just nodded. Micheal could see where tears had been trickling down his face.
"Okay lads, I suggest you go and have a cool shower and we will resume our discussion tomorrow. You can get dressed." Micheal noted with interest that both had lost their erections, and watched as Morrow wincing to himself as he pulled up his underpants and then his trousers over the top. He didn't bend over to tie up his shoes, but just pushed his feet into them and went to the door. Scott was already there. They left the room closing the door after them quietly.
The following day Micheal found it hard to concentrate on the lessons he was giving and decided that he had better get himself together. He saw Morrow and Scott after the sports period and told them to report later in the day in their sports gear.
At the appointed time there was a knock on the door.
"Come in and sit down, I want to talk to you two idiots." Both Scott and Morrow sat on chairs across the desk from Micheal, arrayed in their sports kit.
"First of all, you were warned to be on time for all practices and games when you first asked me to include you in the team, correct? At their nods he went on, you got a good hiding last term for playing with each other, again am I correct?" I could get into trouble for telling you this but, I dont mind if you wank all day and all night as long as you do it discreetly by yourselves, am I understood?" Again at their nods he carried on, " however I have still got to punish you for what I caught you doing. What you got last night as I said yesterday was for letting the team and me down. I have decided that you can have a choice. You can have twelve on your PT shorts or eight on your bare tails. What is it going to be? What ever you choose, I can promise that you will feel each stroke."
Scott spoke, "I will have eight Sir."
"Get ready. This time bend over the desk with your feet shoulder width apart." Scott did as he was told without hesitation. When he was bending over Micheal could see purple bruising from the tawsing the previous night. Starting at the top of the buttocks he worked his way down without a pause between strokes, the eighth landing right on the crease between buttocks and thighs.
Scott had hardly time to draw a breath before it was over then he let out a yell, Oooouch," and started sobbing. He straightened up and bent over again to pull his shorts up. Micheal could see the eight deep red lines engraved onto the buttocks over the purpled flesh.
"Your turn Morrow, what is it to be?"
I'll have eight too Sir." He got ready without waiting to be told. His backside was more of a deep purple shade than Scott's. Again Micheal followed the same pattern and had laid on the whole eight strokes without pause, each one biting into the tautened buttocks keenly. Morrow stood at the end of the infliction, again with tears streaming down his cheeks, but this time he had not cried out.
"Now I don't want to see you again for punishment this year. If you have got to be punished I will send you to Brother Raymond and recommend that he takes the skin off your bums, now get out."
Scott and Morrow left his room without a backward glance.
Micheal sat and wondered if he had been to tough on them and then decided, well.........