"Hello."
"Hi."
"I see we are both in the same country."
"Yes."
"What brings you to this chat room?"
"I believe that physical punishment is sometimes the best way for boys."
"Yes, so do I. Used to use it when I was a tutor."
"You are from the teaching profession?"
"Yes. You?"
"I am the head of a small boarding school for boys."
"Where?"
"Up in the hills."
"You use corporal punishment there?"
"It's what our parents expect. We have quite an old-fashioned 'colonial' white clientele."
"How many boys and what ages?"
"60 - 11-16. I don't suppose you are looking for a job?"
"As a matter of fact, cash is rather low right now."
"This is remarkably fortuitous; one of my staff has had to go back to the old country and is unlikely to return. Would you like to come up for an interview?"
...
This was how I first came to know Ralph Gregson and his little school up in the wooded hills.
I packed my bags, checked out of the seedy coastal hotel, and drove up there the next morning.
The school was approached down a winding track into an isolated and sheltered gully. At the base of the track, there was a secuity gate with intercom. Unusual, I thought, as the gates closed behind me. The track took a sharp right and I found myself in a small car park, in front a large white colonial house. Timber buildings were dotted around the hillside, set into the woods.
To cut an uninteresting story short, I was interviewed by Ralph, appointed, shown my room in the main block and given the day to explore before beginning my work the next day.
This was a hot part of the world, and the boys in the school were appropriately dressed: brown sandals and long khaki socks; smartly pressed white shorts; and white open neck shirts with short sleeves. On my first day of teaching, beyond the fact that the boys were unusually well-behaved and sometimes seemed quite nervous, it was little different from many private schools in which I had taught over the years and around the world.
My perceptions were however to change drastically that evening.
After dinner and prep, and when the boys had gone to their pine cabin dormitories, Ralph asked me to join him to "witness a punishment." The other staff looked at one another knowingly as Ralph led me up a flight of stairs to a large living room with verandah, at the back of the building.
"Brandy? Whisky?" he asked me, settling into an armchair?
"Whisky please Ralph."
He poured me and himself generous measures of a fine malt whisky.
"I am the only person allowed to use physical punishment with the boys," he said, "though my punishments are generally witnessed by a colleague or other boys, which of course adds to the embarrassment."
"And I am here to watch such a punishment."
"Yes. Although he's 14, he is actually a new boy, expelled from two previous schools, neither of which practised corporal punishment. His mother was opposed to such methods, but is now quite desperate and has given me freedom to do with him exactly as I wish."
"This level of freedom is common?"
"No, unusual these days. Jonathan is one of just four boys here with whom I have total freedom. I have made sure, by the way, that they have spent some time with Jonathan, so he knows what may happen and he knows that it is very unwise to resist."
"And why is he being punished tonight?"
"It is his first punishment. He was good for three weeks, but last night he was involved in a dormitory escpade in which a younger boy was stripped naked and had toothpaste rubbed into his rectum."
"Heavens! Is that common here?"
"No, but it there's mischief sometimes. It wasn't quite as drastic as it sounds, but I think it's time to put a shot across the bows of our young Jonathan."
At this moment, there was a knock at the door. Ralph called "Come!" and in walked two boys, the older obviously Jonathan, the younger introduced to me as Peter.
"It was Peter who was last night's victim," Ralph explained.
Peter was blonde-haired with blue eyes and a fair complexion, very pretty and rather mischievous, I guessed.
"Peter is one of the four boys I mentioned," Ralph said, "so he is no angel, himself." Peter grinned. He could afford to grin; he was not the one to be punished.
Jonathan was taller than Peter, very short black hair, brown eyes, every inch a fourteen year old, looking wary and uncertain now. His long brown legs were still hairless as were his arms.
Both boys were still wearing their school uniforms.
"Come and sit down next to Mr Johnson". Peter sat down on the settee next to me and smiled. He looked up at Ralph.
"Yes Peter, you can snuggle up to Mr Johnson if you want. He won't mind. Peter is a great one for wanting cuddles, David, when he isn't being spanked that is."
Peter snuggled up against me and I surprised myself by putting my arm round his shoulders. He was so cute.
"Now Jonathan," Ralph said. "Did you get a shower and change your underpants?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good boy. I think we should see them. Take off your shorts, please."
Jonathan looked alarmed. "What, here?"
"Yes, Jonathan. I take it that the other boys have explained the kind of thing you can expect?"
Jonathan nodded miserably. "Yes Sir."
"And you do accept that you were the ringleader last night?"
"Yes Sir."
"And you do not want to be expelled?"
"No Sir."
"So then you need to do just exactly as I tell you. Off with the shorts, please."
Jonathan unbuckled his belt, undid his top button, unzipped, dropped his shorts to the ground and stepped out of them. His white shirt covered all but the very base of his white briefs.
"Take off your shirt."
Jonathan unbuttoned and removed his white shirt. He was standing before us in bright white cotton briefs, long khaki socks and brown sandals. I noticed that Peter was adjusting the front of his shorts around an obvious little erection. I hoped my own erection was not so apparent.
Jonathan looked awkward and unsure of himself, as if he was feeling rather ridiculous.
"Come here Jonathan," Ralph said.
Jonathan stood in front of Ralph's armchair. Ralph sat forward and unceremoniously pulled his briefs to just below his balls. Jonathan's circumcised dick was still soft. There was a black pubic bush. Peter's hand was actually squeezing his dick over his shorts. Ralph hoisted the underpants back up. "Get dressed, Jonathan," Ralph ordered. "And Peter, sort him out, you know how, then both come back in underpants and dressing gowns. Another drink, David?"
Jonathan hastily dressed and left with Peter.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Part of the punishment. Peter gets to shave off Jonathan's pubic hair. I expect some of the other boys in the dorm will watch."
About half an hour later, both boys returned, still in sandals and socks, but now in white cotton bathrobes. Peter sat down next to me again, smelling fresh and soapy.
"Right," Ralph said, "Take off your bathrobe, Jonathan."
Jonathan did this and, once more, was in white briefs, socks and sandals.
"And your sandals."
Jonathan stooped and took off his sandals. I noticed that Peter's hand was inside his bathrobe.
Ralph rose to his feet and brought a high stool I had not noticed to the centre of the room, where Jonathan stood. It was a bar stool, really, circular, with metal legs and a padded red plastic top. "Take off your briefs and sit on the stool, facing us."
Jonathan pulled down his briefs, kicked them off and sat on the stool, his hands covering his genitals. "Widen your thighs and sit on your hands," Ralph ordered. Jonathan's bald dick and balls were then completely exposed.
"Now tell us about last night. How did you plan it?"
"I got talking to Jamie."
"Jamie is 11, David," Ralph explained.
"Jamie was cross with Peter, so we planned it."
"Where did you get the idea of the toothpaste?"
"We used to do it at my last school with new boys."
"So how did you carry out the plan?"
"We saw Peter go off to the toilet block after lights out and followed him over. We caught him as he was leaving..."
"And took him back inside."
"Yes Sir."
"Then what?"
"We stripped off his bathrobe."
"So he was in his briefs?"
"Yes Sir."
"Remind him of how you looked, Peter."
Peter pulled off his bathrobe and sat back in my arms, his dick hard in his little white briefs.
"Look at him, Jonathan."
Jonathan looked at Peter who stroked his dick over his underpants. Jonathan looked away rapidly, but the damage was done, his own hairless prick started to rise.
"Was he struggling, Jonathan?"
"Yes Sir."
"And yelling out?"
"Yes Sir". Jonathan's dick was growing and rising. He was blushing.
"Did you pull down his briefs?"
"Yes Sir."
"Do you want to show him, Peter?"
Peter nodded, disentangled himself from me, stood and pulled off his briefs, before sitting down in my arms. His dick was hairless, four inches, hard. Jonathan could not stop himself from looking and was now a rock hard six inches.
"And then you bent him over, with two other boys who'd heard the commotion watching, and put toothpaste up his bottom?"
"Yes Sir."
"Would you like to do the same to Jonathan, Peter?"
Peter nodded. Ralph handed him a tube of toothpaste. "Come off the stool, Jonathan, and bend over it, legs spread, arse sticking out and up."
Ralph moved Jonathan into a particularly obscene posture, thighs spread wide, arsecheeks flared. "This is an unusually astringent toothpaste," Ralph said. "In other words it will sting like hell. Come and watch David."
I joined Ralph and the two boys. Jonathan's arsehole was well on display.
"Start by just squeezing some toothpaste onto his hole," Ralph told Peter.
Peter obliging squeezed a large white glob onto the arsehole.
"Now rub it round but don't go up inside yet - give him a feel for what's coming."
Peter used two fingers to swirl the toothpaste around Jonathan's arsehole.
"Aarh! It stings!" Jonathan moaned.
"Not half so much as it will soon," Ralph said. "Squeeze a lot more on now, Peter."
Peter squeezed a big dollop onto the remainder of the first glob.
"Now get it all up inside him."
With Jonathan yelling out and writhing, Peter quickly had two fingers working all the toothpaste inside Jonathan and rubbing the walls of his rectum.
"Good!" Ralph said. "Now lie over the stool, Jonathan."
He arranged Jonathan so his arse faced upward on top of the stool, his legs and arms spread on each side, his hands holding the struts. "Warm his bottom up for me please, Peter," he requested.
Peter began to spank the upturned bottom until he was tired and it was reddening.
Then Ralph produced his crook handled cane.....
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