Monday dawned fine, there were no clouds in the sky and as Rodney got out of bed the birds were still singing. His bum was still tender from the previous Wednesday's caning, but over the weekend he had made love to a girl for the first time, so life wasn't too bad. Of course going back to school was not going to be easy and he really wasn't looking forward to the chat with the Headmaster and his father at 9.30 this morning.

During breakfast Mr Welch said, "I'll take you to school this morning Rodney, but you catch a bus home."

"Cant I bike Dad, and meet you there?"

Mr Welch thought for a moment, "No, I had completely forgotten, and so have you, your bike is still locked up at school. So you can bike home."

So about an hour later they arrived at school. Assembly was still in progress so they were directed by the school secretary towait. She offered Mr Welch a cup of coffee, but just ignored Rodney. While his father was drinking the coffee Rodney went over in his mind the conversation that he had had with his father the previous evening. His father told Rodney that he had suggested to Mr Feltham and Blumstone that they wake Rodney up with a couple of whacks of the cane, but he had never envisaged that they would have thrashed him like that for just day dreaming. In view of their earlier discussion about English and History Rodney understood what his father had said and the fact that he was now standing behind him so to speak in his ambition to become a Doctor instead of an accountant, made him feel so much better.

Mr Welch was just finishing the coffee when the Headmaster came into the office dressed in his gown.

"Ah, Mr Welch, come through, you too Rodney." He showed them to chairs around a small coffee table away from his desk. "Would you like another coffee? No? Well lets get on with it then. I have here Rodney's file which shows that on the whole he is an admirable student."

"If so Headmaster, why was he beaten so harshly?"

"Yes quite Mr Welch, I was getting to that. It appears that Mr Feltham and Mr Blumstone have had several conversations with Rodney about day dreaming in class, also they felt as you did that he could do much better. They had given him several strokes of the cane last term and for a while Rodney improved, then this term he has gone back to mooning around the classroom in a world of his own.

"Headmaster don't get me wrong. If Rodney has done something drastic or been a bully or set the school on fire, I would not be here now, I probably would have waited until his backside had settled down and then given him another hiding. However twelve strokes on the underpants is a bit too much for day dreaming or mooning about the class. What are you going to do about it?"

The Headmaster went a bit pink as he struggled with his emotions. "I have reprimanded the two teachers involved and removed the permission for them to use the cane. All they can do now is award detention. Mr. Welch what I suggest is that Rodney will have Mr Wiltshire for English. Mr Wiltshire is head of the English Department. That he drop history which if he is going to follow his ambition to be a doctor, seems sensible and has extra biology and chemistry with Mr Willis.

Turning to Rodney, "You know ofcourse that Mr Wiltshire is strict and he will expect 100% effort as will Mr Willis."

"Yes Sir."

"This discussion is confidetial between your father, you and I. You may go to your class now."

"Thank you Sir." Rodney left the office. As he went into the secretary's office on the way out she handed him a piece of paper.

"This is your ammended timetable."

"Thank you." He went to his first lesson of the day..

He found Mr Wiltshire a good teacher. He made the English language come alive and the extra periods of biology and chemistry with Mr Willis were also right up his street. At the end of the day he went home from school happy for the first time since the beginning of the year. As the weeks went by Rodney's English improved and he even started reading some of the Shakespeare plays that were required. He found that he enjoyed them. All the bruising had faded from his buttocks after four weeks and he was back on the hockey squad and doing well with that.

Spring was just about summer and Rodney couldn't make up his mind whether he would play softball (a game similar to baseball) or cricket. Then he found out that Mr Feltham would be the cricket coach so he put his name down for softball.

Over the weeks he and Sandy had become a bit of an item. He had taken her to the movies a couple of times, Katrina had acted as taxi for them, and although he had wanted to, they hadn't made love again as Sandy was frightened that someone would come upon them as Mr Welch had last time.

They had changed into summer uniform and it was about a month before the end of year exams. Rodney was fooling with Darrel Jones in the classroom, before Mr Wiltshire arrive to teach English. They were pushing each other in the chest. It had started out as a gentle poke with a couple of fingers and had escalated from that. Next thing rodney giving Darrel a hard push, sent him backwards so that he crashed into the desk behind him and pushed it over. At that moment Mr Wiltshire arrived the classroom door and saw the push and the crash.

"Jones and Welch, what is the meaning of this hooliganism. You will both see me at the end of school.

Rodney looked at Darrel as he helped him to his feet. "Sorry mate," he said softly.

"Me too."

"Come on class settle down and you two pick up that desk and then get to your own, you have wasted enough time as it is." The lesson proceeded. At the end of the period the two got together going out the door.

"What's going to happen?" asked Darrel.

"I'll probably get whacked for shoving you about."

"But it was my fault because I started it."

"Yeah, but Wiltshire didn't see you start it did he. Come on we still have two periods to go. I've got math and then an extra biology class. "I'll see you outside his office at 3.30 ok?" Darrel nodded and they split goping there separate ways.

Rodney joined William for math and told him about his coming appointment. William as always was practical and sympathetic and wanted to know if he should wait after school and Rodney had replied to wait by the bikes would be ok. As he enjoyed math he had no problems and then in biology he was told by Mr Willis that he would be joining the 6th form for a movie about reproduction of the animal species. At the end of the movie he went to the toilet and then along the corridor to wait outside Mr Wiltshire's office. He had been waiting for about a minute when Darrel came up and joined him. After about five minutes Mr Wiltshire came up. He motioned them into the office.

"Well Jones and Welch what was that fracas in my class all about?"

"Please Sir, it was my fault I started it," said Darrel.

"Is that correct?" looking at Rodney.

"It was my fault Sir as I shouldn't have shoved Jones as hard as I did."

"I see, well Welch I believe you want to be a doctor. Did you think about the injuries that might have resulted from your actions?"

"No Sir." Rodney thought 'hell I'm going to get it big time.'

"Very well, I accept that both of you are at fault so you both will be punished. Jones, you are first. I want you to come over here in front of the desk and bend over and touch your toes."

Darrel did as he was told while Mr Wiltshire went to a cupboard and got out a cane. To Rodney's eyes, it looked similar to the one that Feltham and Blumstone had whacked him with the previous term. Mr Wiltshire approached the bending Darrel.

"Jones, you are old enough to know better," as he tapped the cane across Darrel's bum getting the aim right. "You are going to have four," and with that the cane was raised and whistled as it sped towards the very tight shorts stretched over taught young buttocks.

There was a crack that echoed around the room and to watching waiting Rodney, the cane seemed to disappear into the stretched material before bounding back and be taken up to Mr Wiltshire's shoulder for the next stroke. The cane whistled in again and now there were two indentations in Darrel's tight shorts where the cane had visited. Darrel winced at the second stroke, was silent for the third and winced loudly for the fourth, not quite crying out.

"Right Jones join your fellow by the window while I record your punishment in the register......Don't rub your behind it is meant to hurt. It will stop you being so stupid again, I hope. Welch come forward and bend over in the same place."

Rodney could feel his shorts tighten as he bent over.

"As you were the one that pushed your friend over and as well knocked over a desk, you will have six.

Now it was Darrel's turn to watch as the cane was first tapped across the shorts before being taken up to shoulder level. Again it sped down with a loud swish and landed with a crack. Rodney didn't move the second and thirs were lashed down. Still no sound or movement from Rodney. The fourth was just above the crease. Darrel saw his friend breath in sharply and heard his breath hiss out again as the cane was lifted away. The fifth landed right on the crease and this time Rodney moved and winced at the same time.

"Keep still Welch." The sixth was delivered and it was a cross stroke. As the cane reignited all the other stripes Rodney winced even louder.

"You may stand up Welch. Let that be a lesson to you both. I will not stand for nonsense in my classroom. You can go."

"Yes Sir." They left the office. Out in the corridor they both rubbed frantically at their stinging rears.

"Hell, through summer shorts too."

"Yeah, biking home is not going to be easy, come on William is waiting by the bike sheds for us."

As they approached William he asked, "Well?"

"I got six, Darrel got four cause Wiltshire said I should have thought about my actions more carefully specially since I'm going to be a doctor. Come on lets go I want to get in the pool and cool my bum down. That last stroke was a real scorcher." They slowly rode to Rodney's home. He went inside and got his speedos and a towell and told Katrina that he was going for a swim.

When he got to the pool and went into the shower room to change Darrel and William were there. William was inspecting Darrel's stripes.

There were four dark red lines each neatly cut in two by the divide in his plump buttocks.

"Geeze Wiltshire has a straight eye. Come on Welch get your gear down and lets have a dekko."

Rodney dropped his shorts. Then he started to peal down his briefs. He winced and looked over his shoulder in the mirror. "Am I bleeding?" he asked. "It feels as though my pants are sticking to me."

"No, but it is close enough to it though. That cross stroke looks watery where it goes through the others."

"Thanks." As he pulled up his speedos gently, "come on get in the pool.. By the way Darrel you will find some spare togs in the bottom drawer," pointing at an old chest of drawers that held towells etc.

He dived into the pool and immediately felt better as the cool water seemed to sooth the raging fire in his buttocks. Darrel and William dived in together and the three played tag.

After thirty minuteds of tag they climbed out of the pool and lay face down on their towells. Rodney stretched out to soak up the warm sun. With his arms above his head the speedos left nothing to the imagination and Katrina arrived with a tray of coke in glaases with blocks of ice. She could see where the cane had landed on the crease plus the tips of a couple of other strokes.

"Has my favourite step son been in trouble again?" she asked with a smile.

"I'm ok, and this time I deserved it. Besides Darrel got it too."

"Ok, don't forget your homework Rodney."

"Yes slavedriver, I'll be in in five minutes. Ok guys finish your cokes and then push off. You heard the boss. I don't want any more trouble today." They all went into the shower and had a quick shower together before drying off and then telling the two friends goodbye Rodney shut the gate and went into his room to do his homework. He had just finshed when Keith came into his room.

"Hey you got your bum warmed, Katrina said.

"Yeah Darrel and I were rough housing and got caught by Wiltshire." They were interupted by Katrina calling up the stairs that dinner would be ready in five and they had better be on time. They went down stairs. Keith got a big cushion from the lounge and placed it on Rodney's chair.

"I hope you will do the same for me in my hour of need."

Mr Welch looked up from carving the meat. "Rodney, you and I will have a talk after dinner."

"Yes Dad." After that it was rather quiet around the table.

After dinner Rodney followed their father to his home office and when they were both seated, "Well Rodney?"

"Dad, Darrell and I were fooling about and Mr Wiltshire caught us. He caned us both.

"You mean you deserved the cane this time?"

"Yes Dad."

"Son aren't you getting a little old to have your backside smacked like a little boy?"

"I guess so Dad. I certainly learnt a thing today. Mr Wiltshire explained how we could have been injured by the fooling about."

"Good son. Just remember that next time you get it at school, you will get double from me when you get home as a further deterent from fooling about. You waste your teachers valuable time and your own. Do you understand?"

"Yes Dad."

"Good. Have you done your homework?"

"Yes I finished just before dinner."

Ok then, go and play whatever." His father waved him out of his office. As he was going up stairs the phone rang.

Katrina called, "Rodney, it is Sandy for you."

"Thanks Katrina. Rodney bounded down stairs to the phone. He talked to Sandy for a few moments and then knocked on his father's office door.

"Dad is it ok if I go over to Sandy's to help her with some math homework?"

"Yes son, but don't be too late home. You have school tomorrow."

"Thanks Dad." He went out through the kitchen and through the garden gate to Sandys.

Sandy's parents were home and they said "Hello Rodney,, you've come to help Sandy with her homework have you?"

Yes Mr and Mrs Phillips."

"You know the way. Supper will be ready in an hour."

He made his way along the passage to Sandy's bedroom knocked gently on the door and went in. He had been there before to help with Sandy's math homework. Like him she was a good scholar, but had a hopeless maths teacher. After half an hour he had sorted out her problems for her and explained how they were to be done. He grabbed a kiss as she turned towards him to thank him.

"Careful Rodney, Mum and Dad may come to see what we are doing."

"They told me supper would be ready in an hour, that means we 've got nearly 25 minutes before then. Hey have you got some cold cream?"

"What for, to cool you down?"

"No, I got whacked today at school and I thought that you could treat my bum for me."

Sandy went over to her dressing table and picked up a jar. "This might do, ok drop them. Come on we haven't got all night, and I've seen it before," she said as Rodney hesitated. He pealed down his shorts followed by his briefs and turned his bruised buttocks towards her.

"Lay on the bed." Rodney did as she said and Sandy slowly started to massage in the cream. Rodney could feel the relief straight away and as Sandy gently massaged, he felt himself getting hard. He hoped that Sandy wouldn't notice. He wriggled to get comfortable.

"Keep still," giving his backside a gentle smack.

It was enoughto send him over the edge. "Come here." He reared up and grabbed Sandy in a bear hug gripping her tightly kissing her neck and ear passionately.

"I can see something else that needs cooling down," with a giggle she said.

"I know a way of doing that," as he pealed open her blouse and started kissing her breasts. They got lost in kisses when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Supper's ready," called Mrs Phillips through the door.

"We're just finishing up, we'll be out in a minute," replied Sandy as she hastily pulled her bra back straight and buttoned up her blouse. "You had better get your pants on loverboy," she went on in a whisper. When they were straight they went down to the lounge and had supper.

After supper Rodney thanked the Phillip's for their hospitality and got thanked in return for helping Sandy with her homework.

"I'll walk Rodney to the gate," said Sandy.

"Don't stay too long you have school tomorrow," said Mrs Phillips while Mr Phillips was engrossed in a mystery movie on TV.

At the gate they kissed again and Rodney mindfull of the earlier talk from his father said, "I'll see you at the weekend and then we will finish what was started tonight."

"You can try. Meanwhile stay out of trouble at school, your bum is too cute to be carved up like that."

"I intend to," he didn't mention that his father had promised him double if he got it at school again. He kissed her again and then bidding her a reluctant good night set out across the garden to the house and his room. On his way upstairs he poked his head into the lounge where his father and Katrina were watching the same movie that Mr Phillips had been watching. "I'm home and going to bed. Goodnight all."

"Goodnight Son." Goodnight Rodney." He went ustairs and had a shower. Under the shower while thinking over the events of the day he got a hard on and started rubbing his penis reflectively at first and then more urgently as the images of the cane lashing into Darrel's backside and then the image of Sandys breasts super imposed over the tighten buttocks, and he came in a great gut wrenching orgasm. Going to bed he fell asleep almost immediately.