Both Henry's parents came to see me, without Henry.
"Henry is our only son," Mrs Wells explained.
"And perhaps because of that, we have spoilt him," Mr Wells said.
"He is 14 now," Mrs Wells said. "His father would never spank him, but I have put him over my knee a good number of times."
"Only it's not working any more," Mr Wells said. "And his work at school is very poor and getting worse."
"So we felt we needed a private tutor," Mrs Wells said.
"Prepared to discipline him," Mr Wells said.
"I see," I said. "Perhaps you would like to complete my permission form. I will leave you for a few minutes to read it and fill it in."
I left them.
When I returned, this is what I was given. (I have changed the name and details, obviously).
Name of Pupil: Henry Wells Age: 14 Address: 27 Cedar Way, Fratterby
We the parents of Henry Wells agree to him being disciplined as follows:
Impositions set to be completed at home: YES Spanking on the seat of trousers: YES Spanking on the seat of underpants: YES Bare bottom spanking: YES Spanking with all clothes removed: YES Use of Cane: NO Use of embarrassment as a punishment: YES.
We undertake to inform our son that we have given these permissions. Our son will only attend tuition on the understanding he accepts that these punishments may occur.
Signed:......
Henry first come to my home for tuition on the next Saturday morning, at 10 a. m. As instructed by me, he was wearing his school uniform, with the single alteration that his long trousers had been replaced by a smart pair of grey shorts, with long grey woollen socks. His school blazer was maroon, his tie maroon and silver, his shirt white and his shoes black leather.
Henry had light brown short hair and blue eyes. His skin was fair and smooth. He was of average height for his age, and looked quite muscular and well proportioned.
In his first sssion, I showed Henry the signed consent form and checked he had been shown it by his parents. I set out my expectations for his work with me and made particular reference to the vital importance of his completing the homework I set.
Before he left, I had him bend across my study desk and folded back his blazer. "Now Henry," I said, "You have of course done nothing wrong today and you are not about to be punished, but I want you to go away from here, reminded of what could happen if you fail to do your work properly."I put my hand on the tight seat of his shorts, fingers pointed downwards in line with the centre seam. He jumped nervously. "Say where my hand is," I said.
"On my bottom Sir."
"Yes." I pressed my middle finger into his cleft a little. "And it is your bottom which will be made very sore by my hand if you misbehave. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good," I said, smacking each cheek lightly, "You may stand."
When he came, the next Saturday, it was apparent he had not completed his assignments. He made every manner of excuse and was clearly very anxious. When the complaints had dried up, a silence descended. "Come closer," I said. "Stand in front of me."
He stood close as I sat in my desk chair. "Remove your blazer, shirt and tie," I ordered. He did so, looking white, vulnerable, anxious.
He stood before me, bare-topped, just in shorts, socks and shoes. I moved to a wooden stool and put him over my knee. I smacked his bottom twelve times. He didn't cry out, but we was grunting and writhing a little at the end.
I stood him up and undid and unzipped his shorts. They fell to his ankles, revealing his white briefs. I had him step out of his shorts.
Henry was now in briefs, long socks and black shoes - and flushed. I had him stand by my desk as I taught him and stand whilst he was doing written work. He was soon shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably and occasionally rubbing the seat of his briefs.
After Henry had left that day, I phoned his father and we agreed he would spend the rest of the weekend indoors, wearing only his briefs, socks and shoes.
This seemed to have a chastening effect on Henry. For the next two weeks, he arrived with homework fully completed. But then the following week, he again arrived with half-done homework. "Strip to you underpants and your socks," I ordered. He was soon in white briefs and grey socks. I had him stand by my side as I sat at the desk, opened his books and, as he was starting to write, reached sideways and pulled his briefs so their waist elastic ended up just below his balls, exposing not only his penis but also all of his bottom. He gasped and looked at me in horror, blushing to the roots of his hair.
We worked on - and before long his penis was a hard five inches, sometimes pressing against the edge of my desk, sometimes bumping into the front of it. I made no comment.
When we had finished work, I had him strip naked, sat on the stool, and spanked him until his bottom was red and he was crying and kicking. He was good for a long time after that.