I drove toward the school, I had been lost for well over an hour, but I had stopped and asked someone, and I was on my way. Well, My name is Jack Jack O'Connell, and I have been taken on at " Timeward Manor Boy's school" as the new P. E. teacher. This is the second job that I have had as a teacher, and I was sad to leave all of my colleagues at my old school. But enough of the small talk, these stories are about my life as a P. E. teacher in a school........
As I pressed on the button on the gates I felt proud, proud that this was where I was. I drove up the driveway through the lush green fields. It took about 5 minutes to actually reach the school. I parked my car, and got out to look around. The school was enormous, four huge towers which were the boy's dormitory's, to my left was a vast woodland which I could envisage orienteering competitions taking place in, there were four main fields which were covered with running tracks, long jump tracks, two football pitches, and a tennis court. This school was absolutely well funded by the rich parents whose children attended here. As I gazed over the fields I looked to my right where I could see the ocean lapping at the sandy shores, the sun was setting over the ocean and the sea was dancing and shimmering under its light. It was about 7:00 and I guessed that the boys were having their evening supper, and so I proceeded to the back of my red fiesta where I removed two suitcases packed with my clothes. I slammed the boot shut and locked it, and walked toward the school. I looked at the two intimidating doors that stood in front of my, large and wooden. There were pillars either side of the doors, and I climbed the stone steps and knocked with the brass knocker.
A small boy about 11 opened the door, he had brown hair which was cut very short, and brown eyes. He smiled and took my suitcases. Inside the school looked very grand indeed, a red carpet stretched as far as I could see, there was a chandelier which was lighting the room, there were two desks either side which were polished in deep brown. Beside each sat two secretaries, " Hello, my name is Jack O'Connell, I am the new P. E. teacher " I said, to the lady on my left " Ah Jack" she said, pleased to meet you, we have heard so much about you!" " All good I hope" I joked. She showed me down the corridor, we passed the assembly hall and made our way to the headmaster's office. " If you wait here I will go and let Mr Thompson know that you are here" she smiled, " Nathan " she said referring to the young boy carrying my suitcases " Take Mr O'Connell's cases up to his bedroom will you?" and with that he set off. I sat down outside the office and I listened, I could hear nothing it was silence, the chairs outside the office was very comfortable, there was a desk where there would normally be a secretary sitting, but she seemed to not be there. Suddenly I heard a raised voice from inside the office, then silence, then a crack, it was the sound of a paddle meeting bottom. A sound I was familiar with, then again I heard it, this time louder followed by a shout from the boy. I was listening, enthralled and finally I heard the last crack, this was followed by definite crying. I looked at the grandfather clock that was standing in the corner, it read 7:15, and glancing down at my watch I realised that the time was right. Then the office door opened, and out walked a small boy of about 11, he was very red in the face, there were tears streaming down his cheeks, and he was rubbing his bottom. He ignored me as he walked passed, and my mind had just begun to wonder as the door opened, and the headmaster beamed a smile at me.
"Come on in Jack" he said " Sorry to have kept you waiting, small matter to attend to - just won't learn that one! Still how are you? Safe journey I trust?" " Yes not too bad, I am not used to these roads but I am sure it will not take long, I got lost a couple of times though in time it will be better" I said casting a glance out of the window I could see that the sun had dipped beneath the sea more, and the sky had adopted a red tinge to it. " Would you like a drink?" the headmaster asked turning to his cupboard, " Oh yes, please, have you an whiskey?" And so, we sat and drank and discussed the school, and after about half an hour, he took me on a tour around the school, explaining where everything was, we visited each of the four towers which were the boys dorms, the smallest children were the 11 year olds, who by now were tucked up safely into bed. The lights were on, but the boys were in bed, and all was quiet. And so there were students from 11 through to 18, but they were not in bed until 10:30, so they had a while to go. I was shown to the staff room, which was nicely furnished then to the canteen where staff and students ate together, we were to look at the PE equipment in the morning, as it was dark out now, but I look into the prep rooms, and detention rooms, the toilets, the showers. My P. E. office which had a desk in it, darkened windows, two large chairs in front of the desk, a toilet, it was very homely looking indeed. Outside my office were two wooden benches, where I supposed boys would wait for me to talk to them, There was a changing room which appeared basic. Finally, after seeing most of the classrooms, he took me up to my room where I unpacked. The room itself was not very bog, it had a single bed in it, a wooden chest of drawers next to the bed, a sofa a wardrobe, and an en-suit bathroom. I sat down on the bed, it was comfortable. I looked into the mirror and realised what a mess I looked, so I changed out of my suit and had a shower, the water was beautifully warm and I felt that I would be at home here. At about 10:00 there was a knock at my door and when I opened there was the cook with a meal on a tray for me, I felt very touched, and was grateful for the food, and heartily tucked into my roast dinner. Tomorrow was Monday, and there was breakfast at 7:30. I began to unpack my things and place them into drawers, and into cupboards. I took out my trusted oval hairbrush and placed it onto my chest of drawers.
The next morning at 7:30 I was introduced to the school as Mr O'Connell the new P. E. teacher, there were so many boys, the school was absolutely packed. I had been informed of the discipline regime, and basically a teacher could punish the child as he saw fit, but not excessively. All punishments were placed into the punishment register, and all parents had signed a form allowing staff to punish their children. I had looked around my department, and discovered that my office possessed various canes, slippers, leather belts and a strap. There was a private area at the back of the office. Also, I had learned that I had a P. E. shed which was small containing my P. E. stock, such as rugby balls etc, and so my lessons began, my first class were a year 9 lot. Hormone hell, and I was taking them for hockey.
As with all new teacher, I was tested, how far could they push the new teacher? Seemed to be the game that they were playing, and as every new teacher knows you are strict from the first day so that the boys know their place. So when I asked one boy to fetch the hockey sticks, and he looked me in the eyes and said "No!" I told him either he did it, or he could visit me in my office after the lesson, and strangely enough he got the sticks for me. I had a chat to him, about doing as I said or else he would be in trouble, and the class ran very smoothly. It seemed I had some very talented players this year. I spoke to three after the lesson and informed them that they should try out for the hockey squad.
Next lesson of the day was year 10, and I was also taking them for hockey, but this group were really trying to test their limits. Each lesson would begin with a 5 minute jog around the field, so I set up the four cones, blew my whistle and off they went. One boy who was very tall and muscular looked me in the eye and refused point blank to run, so I shouted "Run boy" By this time, the field had come to a stand still, everyone was watching my next move. The boy looked at me, his blue eyes hard, his dark hair falling over his eyes " No" he repeated again, " If you do not run round that field in the next thrity seconds I will beat you boy" he looked at me, testing me, and remained where he was. I felt my blood beginning to boil, he remained where he was. " Three, Two, One," I counted and he was there. " Go and sit outside my office" I yelled with authority that surprised me, and with that he turned and marched back toward the changing rooms. " GET BACK TO IT THE REST OF YOU IF I COME OUT HERE AND YOU ARE NOT ALL RUNNING I WILL BEAT THE LOT OF YOU" I was angry, but I had cooled down enough, and I left the field as the boys were running.
I entered the changing rooms, and he was not there, so I crossed through into my office area, and he was sat on the bench outside my door, " Boy" I said " In here now" and I opened my office door. The boy stood up, he was dark, and his hair was flopping into his eyes, and I could tell that he didn't feel quite as confident as he had done. As he entered I closed the door, and motioned for him to take a seat, " Why did you refuse to run" I asked, thinking perhaps there was more to this than I had imagined, he remained silent, staring at his feet. If you do not answer me, I will spank you long and hard, for disobedience, I threatened. He sat there. " Right" I said, and with that pulled open my draw to reveal me slipper, " Come here, and bend over the side of the desk" he moved and sulkily he came round and leaned across the desk. " You will receive 15 smacks with this slipper, 10 over your shorts, and five on your pants, you will count the five over your pants, is that clear?" he shrugged. I slammed the slipper down hard across the boys backside, " Is THAT CLEAR" I asked firmly, " Yes" the boy said, and with that I brought the slipper down then times across his muscular body, his shorts were stretched tightly over his bottom. For the first 7 the boy remained silent, but after the eighth he let out a low moan. After the 10th he jumped up, "That" I told him, " Has cost you three more" He returned to his position over the desk, and I delivered three more smarting whacks to his bottom. "Get outside" I said to him " And for the rest of the lesson you will behave, you will receive you 5 remaining after the lesson is over you have wasted enough time MOVE!" I shouted at him, and with that he ran back to the field.
I made my way back to the field, and was pleased to see that the boys were still running, including the recently chastised boy Rupert. The boys had been running for approximately 10 minutes, and I decided to give them a bit of a rest, so I called them all over, " Right, well done boys from the healthy glow around your faces I should say that you have been running for quite some time. For those of you who missed what my name is, I am Mr O'Connell, and for those of you who are wondering why it is that Rupert cannot sit down, it is because he was disobedient to me, and earned himself an episode with my slipper, of which he still has some remaining. Let this be a warning to the rest of you do not cross me, as I will not hesitate to use my slipper as Rupert will tell you. Is that not right Rupert?" " Yes sir" he answered his eyes cast to the ground. " Right enough with that, lets get on with some sport, so I would like you Rupert to be captain of the first team, so if you would like to come out here, and you boy what's your name? " "Tom sir" the boy said, " Right then, Rupert and Tom, chose your teams places boys" and with that I gave Rupert a small playful slap on his tender behind, as a reminder of what was to come. He was taken aback and jumped, but he knew what I was saying!
After this small episode the lesson ran quite well, I was impressed with the level of fitness in the school, although some of the boys seemed to tire quickly I knew that I would have them exercising each week, and I knew that they would all reach my acquired level in order to pass my exam at the end of the year. I still had my meeting with Rupert on my mind, and he absolutely had it on his, as he spent the rest of the lesson sulking.
At the end of the lesson I told Tom and Karl to put all of the equipment away into the P. E. shed, and for the rest of them to get changed. I reminded Rupert of his appointment. He said "Whatever" and walked off. I went into my office, and decided that I would have a proper talk with him, about his conduct in my lesson, and give him more than the promised amount. So I was awaiting him in my office. I dismissed the class from the locker room, and went back to my office to find Rupert outside. " Inside now, boy" He jumped up, thankful to not be sitting down any longer. "Sit, now what I am going to say to you, will be said just the once, you will do exactly as I say, if not you will build up more punishment. You still have 5 remaining with my slipper, on you pants, which you will count. You then have a further punishment through your comments and general behaviour during my lesson. We shall discuss this after your five. So get up, and bend over my desk" He moved surprisingly quickly. "Right shorts down boy" With a little hesitation he pulled down his shorts, and prepared himself for puishment. Beneath his shorts I could see him tensing his buttocks and untensing them. "count them out" WHACK, 'one', " one SIR" I shouted. 'one sir' he replied, I bought down the slipper again' two sir' he shouted , too loud, trying to assert himself once again. I bought the slipper down three times more, and each time he counted them out. He had taken the punishment well, but had irritated me. He was again testing me still now even though I was asserting my authority he was still questioning it. ' Go and stand in the corner' and he pulled up his shorts and moved to stand in the darkest corner of the office. I walked behind him and pulled down his shorts, and slapped his bottom with my hand 5 times. He grimaced ' I did not tell you to pull up your shorts, the next times you will remember'. After five minutes of standing in the corner, I called him to sit back at the desk. He sat down. And immediately sprang to his feet, it was clear his bottom was sore. I smiled, feeling a little satisfaction, but I had not yet finished with him,. "Right young man, you have taken a fair amount of punishment today all of which you have deserved completely. If you and I are going to get along you need to realise that I have limits, corss them and you will find you rear sore. You have one more punishment this evening, which will be the most sore of all, on top of everything else. This punishment will be a reminder to you that I AM THE TEACHER, you are the STUDENT, you will listen to me, and obey me ALWAYS. Not just when you feel like it. Is that UNDERSTOOD?" ' yes sir' came his meek reply. 'Right then stand up, and come over here' He rose, and approached my chair. 'take down your shorts and your underpants', he looked at me, again questioning me, but thinking better of arguing, pushed his shorts and underpants down. His man hood which was fully visible was standing to attention, pulsing, I pretended not to notice and pulled him down across my lap. As he fell across my lap, I adjusted him to make him and myself comfortable. I surveyed him, feeling perhaps I had been a little unfair towards him today, feeling perhaps he had been severely punished for what he had actually done, but remembering his actions I thought to myself that this would be a lesson to everyone else, to not cross Jack O'Connell. I looked at his bottom, I could see where the slipper had landed, there were several imprints of the shoe which were a rosy pink compared to the remainder of his bottom. I was ready to begin ' are you ready boy' I asked ' this will hurt, but I expect you to remain in place until I have finished'. With that I began, slapping his cheeks alternately, right then left, right right, left left left, right right right and so on. I could feel his smooth skin under my hand. I could feel the temperature rising in his bottom, and the low moans were becoming louder. I moved my afflictions further down his bottom, and I was spanking the lower parts, where this fleshy cheeks reached his tight thighs, and I slapped his bottom, harder and harder. I had increased the strength of the swats, drawing my hand back and smacking it into his bottom. My hand was now beginning to ache, and I considered swapping to my oval wooden hair brush, but decided that this boy needed to be treated as a child, I continued to slap his bottom. Most of his bottom was now a rosy red colour, and I knew he would be sleeping on his stomach tonight. I was drawing to a close, and the pace had slowed somewhat. I had spanked Rupert's bottom now for about 10 minutes, and he had remained still throughout, just emitting a low moan now and then as I spanked hard in places that were sore. Soon the spanks were once every 30 seconds. Then I stopped, I let him lie over my lap, chocking back his tears. I said ' So Rupert, I hope we have an understanding, you will listen and obey, and we will not have a repeat experience of this. You have had a lot of punishment today, and let me tell you today has been nothing compared to what I can give you.' I could hear that he was crying, and I thought to myself what an odd boy he was, I had spanked his bottom very hard today, and had told him off, and at the very end he was in tears, all of his previsou behaviour had gone. His bottom looked very sore indeed, and I began rubbing it for him. ' Go and stand in the corner, do not move your hands from your head' He did as he was told, I reached into my drawer and pulled out a tub of body lotion, I called him over to the desk, he looked like a well chastised young boy, I ordered him back over the desk, his pants and shorts still at his ankles, and I massaged the cream into his sore buttocks, he was enjoying it, I could tell. As if finished rubbing in the cream, I told him to pull up his pants and shorts and go for prep. He did so hurridly, and as he reached for the door he trned to me and said "Thanks sir" I smiled, and knew that, that would not be the last spanking Rupert Jennings would earn. I pulled out the leather bound punishment record and headed the first page. It read NAME: Rupert Jennings RE: Misbehaviour, rudeness and attitude adjustment Punishment issued: 10 whacks of the slipper over shorts 3 extra 5 whacks of the slipper over pants 10 minutes of spanking on bare buttocks, applied with hand. Plus about 15 minutes of corner time. I signed and dated it, and replaced it into my drawer, along with the slipper and the jar of cream, I headed down to the PE shed to check that everything was locked up. As I entered I looked around, and the boys earlier had obviously just thrown the equipment into the shed. They had broken a hurdle post, it looked as though there had been a fight of some sort, the place was a mess, and I had broken equipment to account for. I would need to find them and sort it out.