Unknown to Michael Conlon, Keith Morrow was not the instigator of all the troubles that he and his friend got into. It was his great friend William Scott. William craved attention from everyone and if it meant he had to have a sore backside, then that was the way it had to be. He and and his friend Keith Morrow had been caught by Mike Conlon having a mutual wanking session and they had both been well thrashed. (see St Peters 4 'The Terminus') He would have rather had the heavy handed Mike caressing his bum and any other part of him, but rumour had it that he was keen on some girl in the town. What a waste. 'I guess that I'll have to look elsewhere,' thought William.

Brother Raymond was out because he was just a sadist. Besides he was no adonis. Who else could give him what he most wanted. Here he was sixteen years old in the prime of his _s_e_x_ual life and still having hand jobs only. He wanted more. Keith was so stuffy, he only would let William wank him and go no further, and now after that last devastating caning, would not even do that. ............

The following term he made friends with a new boy in the school. This boy, Paul Fraser, was tall blond and nearly a year older, he had to miss a year because of poor performance at his last school. He was a fantastic sportsman and could play any sport that he chose well. William hooked up with him in the first week and found that they had many things in common. In fact when it came to _s_e_x_ual things Paul could tell him a thing or two. They both told stories about their girlfriends, while William hoped that Paul was not as stuffy as Keith, he didn't want to come right out and ask if he wanted to go into the bushes at the edge of the grounds. Finally one Saturday when the term was already a month old he plucked up courage.

"I say Paul, have you been down the riverbank yet?" he asked with some hestitation.

Paul looked at him, "Not yet, why whats down there?"

"Well, we can talk and get to know each other better. Its away from the crowd."

Paul looked at him, "Ok, if that's what you want," he replied.

After the game of cricket the following Saturday they had a shower and then made their way out of the buildings to the riverbank. Very soon they had arrived in the spot where Michael had caught William and Keith. A short time after that both boys had their pants around their knees as each had a firm grasp on the others _c_o_c_k_. The ground was a little damp for romping on as there had been a shower earlier in the afternoon. Paul had his left hand on Williams right buttock and was edging his fingers towards the divide between the two prominent buns. William was on the point of wondering whether he should go further when......

"Scott. What in hells name are you doing? What is your name boy?" this with a glare that could have melted ice, at Paul. There stood Michael Conlon still in his sports gear after umpiring a tennis match. He had decided to cool off by a walk along the river bank and was on his way back to his room to have a shower when he heard voices in the middle of the bushes. Now he looked at both of them.

"Get dressed the pair of you and I will see you in my room after prep. I am still waiting for your name boy."

"Fraser Sir, Paul Fraser." This was said as they were frantically pulling up their pants and trousers.

"You have not made a good start at this school Fraser." Michael turned on his heel and strode away.

"Jesus, I'm going to be sore," said William as they started to make their way to the buildings. "Our Mike has a true eye and a round dozen across the bare arse from him is no joke."

Paul looked down at the front of William's trousers and saw them tented out. "Well it looks as if one part of you is looking forward to the coming interview."

"Yeah, that same part of you also." The two boys reached the buildings and went into dinner. After that there was an hour and a half of prep, which usually dragged, but tonight for some reason flew by. Keith Morrow seeing his friend looking so down asked what the problem was.

"Hey Scotty, what are you so down at the mouth for?"

"Paul and I got caught out on the riverbank by Mike Conlon, and we've got to see him at 8pm in his room. Paul doesn't seem worried even though I've told him it will probably be twelve across the bare bum."

"Stop that talking," called Brother Sebastion, who was taking prep that evening.

A few minutes went by. "I'm glad I wasn't there with you. I don't want another trip to Mike's room for twelve in a hurry."

That's what I told Paul. I......"

"Scott, Morrow, I have already told you to stop talking. I can not believe how stupid you can be. Both of you out the front now."

William and Keith stood and made their way to the front of the class.

Brother Sebastion brought a tawse out of the desk drawer and motioned to Keith.

"Bend over the front desk Morrow." Walking up to Keith he pushed his blazer up his back and laid the tails of the tawse on the seat of his trousers. Step further back from the desk Morrow and bend down further. Keith could feel that his trousers were really tight this time. He had no time to wonder because next moment the tawse splatted down on to his rump. By the third splat he knew that his bum was on fire, even through pants and trousers it was getting hot. Brother Sebastion stopped at six.

"Get up Morrow, Scott over the desk." Again the adjustment to Scott's blazer was made before the tawse started cracking down again. Six times it fell in rapid succession.

"Get back to your places and keep quiet this time or it will be doubled." Rubbing their burning backsides the two friends made their way back to their desks and sat down carefully keeping quiet until prep was dismissed. After prep the two friends made their way to their dormitory where they found Paul waiting.

"I've already had six with a tawse on the bum so I've been warmed up already," William told Paul.

"When you guys get back here I'll help you cool down if you like," offered Keith, "Meanwhile I'm going for a shower."

"Why don't you wait till we're back. Mike wont keep us long."

"Ok, see you soon." Keith stood there with a bit of a grin on his face and then rubbed his bum frantically as they left the dorm.

Paul and William made their way to Michael Conlon's rooms and knocked on the door.

"Come in," said Michael Conlon as he held the door. "I am glad we don't have to discuss punctuality as well gentlemen." There was a pause while he went behind his desk and sat down. "You may sit down gentlemen, Scott you have been here before, do you want to explain what you were doing?"

"No Sir. You know what we were doing because you saw us."

"Are you going to become a lawyer Mr Scott?" This was said a little sarcastically.

"No Sir, I might become a teacher like you Sir."

"Are you trying to get me angry by being cheeky?"

"Oh no Sir."

"Very well I will let that be for the moment. What about you Fraser?"

"Well Sir Scotty was showing me where the sun sets on the river and telling me how terriffic it looks, and......and next thing we were doing it. At Michael's raised eyebrows he went on. "You know wanking.....I mean masturbating each other."

"Are those the facts as you see them Scott?"

"Y.....Yes Sir."

"So you both admit to masturbating each other?"

"Yes Sir, you caught us in the act so to be honest we couldn't do anything else, Sir."

"Do you have anything else to say?"

"No Sir."

"Very well, Fraser this is the first time that you have been caught doing what you were doing at this school. I don't care what went on at your last school, but at this school you don't play with each other. Your punishment is twelve strokes with the senior cane on your bare buttocks. Have you anything to say?"

A suddenly pale Paul Fraser looked at him, "No Sir."

Michael could see a sudden line of perspiration form on Fraser's brow. "Scott put the chair you are sitting on against my desk. You know what to do. Then go and stand by the bookcase facing the books. Fraser stand by the chair, drop your trousers and your underpants to your ankles, then kneel on the chair."

As the Scott started to move the chair into the desired position, Fraser stood rooted to the spot, then as Scott moved away from the chair, he looked over his shoulder at Paul and gave him a wink. Paul moved over to the chair and started undoing his belt buckle.

There was a thwip through the air just past his left ear. "Don't keep me waiting Fraser."

Paul turned and saw Michael with what looked like a monsterous cane, flexing it just about double. Suddenly his knees started to shake. He quickly pushed down his trou and then his pants and scrambled onto the chair.

"Bend over the back of the chair so that your bottom is the highest part of you. Your chest is on my desk and you rest your head on your arms. Do you understand Fraser?" as he saw Fraser hesitate.

Paul nodded and then did as he was bidden. Mike saw a good sized pair of unmarked buttocks before him. There was a sharp line where the tanned flesh on Fraser's back just above his buttocks and another just below the crease between buttock and thigh, where Fraser's swimming togs had protected his modesty from the sun. The buttocks were full and well muscled from all the sports that he played.

"Are you ready Fraser?"

A muffled, "Yes Sir," came from the bending boy.

Michael lined the cane up so that the tip was halfway across the right buttock, aiming for the left buttock knowing that by its flexing the cane would inflict the same amount of pain to the right buttock. He determined he was going to nip Fraser's masturbatory habbits in the bud so he was going to make each stroke count. He drew back the cane and putting his shoulder behind it let the stroke fly.

The was the usual swish and then the familiar thwack as the cane met its bare target. Fraser remained still and didn't make a sound. Soon there were four darkening parallel lines each about an inch apart starting from the top of Fraser's buttocks. Michael could see a line of perspiration working its way from the base of Fraser's back down towards his buttocks. Fraser still hadn't made a sound although by the sixth stroke he wriggled so Michael knew that he was getting to him.

The second six were laid on in much the same manner, some of the strokes landing on top of the first six. When that happened Fraser let go with several ouches and wriggled on the chair. The last two strokes were diagonals and when the last had lashed down and Michael stood back he could see the once pristine buttocks now a mess of angry red and purple weals.

"You can get up and get dressed and go Fraser. As for you Scott, we are going to talk some more before I finally decide your punishment. Stay facing the bookcase," as Scott started to turn.

While this was going on Michael laid the cane back on his desk and watched Fraser wincing as he gently pulled his tight underpants over his flaming backside. Fraser winced more as he bent over to pull up his trousers. After he had done up his belt he looked up at Michael with tears glistening in his eyes.

"Thank you Sir." When Michael nodded he left the room closing the door softly behind him, not once looking at his friend still facing the bookcase.

"Scott come over here and sit down," Michael said gesturing to the chair. When Scott was seated, "First it was Morrow and now Fraser that you are leading into trouble. You have been punished serverely in the past yet you still keep on with your liasions. Have you any thing to say?"

"No Sir."

"Yet you persist in getting caught for doing things that you know you shouldn't be doing. In fact you should have been expelled last term and you would have been if Brother Raymond or one of the other brothers had caught you and Morrow." Michael looked at Scott. "William do you go the that part of the grounds knowing that I like to walk along the bank after games, hoping that I'll catch you up to something?"

"No Sir, I.....I like you even when you are thrashing me, because I know I deserve it. I feel so..... so oh I don't know."

"Wiiliam, you are a fine young man and you are clever enough to have a wonderful career, but if you get expelled from school that will be the end of all that. You know the church frowns on homo_s_e_x_ual behavior."

"Please Sir....didn't you have doubts when you were growing up," looking at Michael's raised eyebrows, "its ok Sir I know you are straight and are seeing Dr McCloud in town."

"Well William, to be honest I think that I went through a stage of liking a boy, but it never went any further. Now to get back to you."

"I suppose that you are going to thrash me within an inch of my life Sir."

"Whatever for?"

"For being caught with Fraser."

"No Scott, I think that you have been thrashed enough for that. I want you to go to bed and think about what you have done, what you caused Fraser to get, what we have just talked about and come and see me tomorrow at the same time and then we will talk some more"