Pender County Academy 11 the Cane


by Millard <Millard@mail.com>

Please refer to previous Pender County Academy stories for background.

I rember how cold it was as I made my way across to the main office. I had received an official summons to the "Head"'s office (as he now liked to be called, having been in that position in England prior to coming to our county). I had only been to his office once before, and had terrible memories of it. I had never been summoned before, however. To be summoned, you have to have done something especially bad, and you were rewarded with the cane! I had been caught taking a book from the library without permission, or "theft" as they called it. Actually, I really liked the book, and decided to just keep it in my locker. Unfortunatly for me, Ray had a surprise inspection and found it. I presumed I would just get a good strapping from Ray, but he turned me in to the Head. (Although he reminded me of his constant promise that if we were ever punished elsewhere, we would get it again when we got home to him.)

I had heard stories of kids having to wait in the hall outside his office with their pants off! I kind of thought that was just a story, but I have to admit that it scared me a lot! I arrived at the office, and found a group of boys, and one girl standing around. Nobody said anything! Everybody knew why they were there, and nobody wanted to discuss it. (Also, the big "SILENCE" sign on the wall sort of kept things down. You didn't want to incur any additional punishment!

Soon the door opened, and the Head came out. He told us to line up against the wall. I ended up in the #4 position, after the little girl. There were 10 of us standing there. The Head then told us that we had all been summoned for only one thing, and that was punishment. He said we would receive 6 strokes of the cane. He said that we were to silently enter his office, and bend over the "whipping stool" (an ominous name, if I ever heard one!) and we were to stay bent over until he told us we could stand. Anyone who stood before the punishment was ended would start all over again. I suddenly felt like I wanted to throw up! He then told us that since there were so many of us, he did not want to waste his time waiting for us to be prepared for punishment. He told the first boy to remove his pants and underpants- right there in the hall! The boy turned white faced, then red, as he looked at the Head's face, and saw that he was not kidding. With trembling hands, he undid the clasp on his belt, and pulled his pants off. He then reached to the waistband of his underpants, and pulled them off, bending over and showing us all his butt hole and bag as he lifted his legs. When he turned around, he had an erection, and was obviously terribly embarassed, especially in front of the girl. The Head did not seem to notice. He put his hand on the boy's shoulder, and told the next boy in line to remove his pants and get back in line, which he did, standing at the head of the line behind the little girl. The head then said something that chilled me to the bone. He said, so as to not inconvenience him with delays, he wanted us ready for punishment as soon as we walked in. That meant we were to remove our clothing below the waist, except for our shoes and socks. As soon as the first boy went inside, the second boy was to remove his underpants, and put them on the bench, and the next boy (or girl in this case) was to remove his pants (skirt) and wait until the door opened for the newly punished boy to come out. Then, the first in line would enter for punishment, and the next in line would remove their underpants (panties) and wait at the head of the line. He asked if there were any questions. He said it was very important for us to be ready, as anyone who was not ready would receive an additional 6 strokes. (I guessed that meant that we were to receive 6 in the first place.)

He then ushered the first boy inside, and shut the door. The next boy then went over, and removed his underpants, and returned to line, holding himself in front. The girl in front of me then went over, and removed her skirt and returned in front of me, standing in her panties. As I stood there, alternating looking at the bare bottom of the boy and the panty clad bottom of the girl, I felt myself becoming erect. I was really embarassed, but could no more change it than I could change what was going to happen to me soon.

It was then that we heard a noise that sounded like "swish-crack" followed by a yelp. Then another, followed by a louder cry. This went on for the full count of 6 (believe me, we counted!) All too soon, the door opened and the first boy stepped out, as the next boy in line entered the office. The newly whipped boy was crying, and large tears were falling off of his cheeks. His face was beet red. He was holding his butt with both hands, rubbing furiously. His erection was gone, and the head of his little penis bobbed up and down as he walked and rubbed at the same time. He turned to get dressed, and we all gasped at the sight of his butt. There were 6 incredibly angry looking deep red stripes on his butt, from the top to bottom, with an especially livid one in the crack where his butt ended and his thighs began (Ray's favorite place to hit, I thought.) He gently pulled up his underpants and reached for his pants, as the girl in front of me moved to the bench, and removed her panties. She also gave us all a good view as she bent to remove them, showing us her butt hole, and her slit like thing from behind as she bent. Then, she turned and walked over, without covering herself. I was amazed! Then, I recalled I had to remove my pants, and made a beeline to do so. All too soon, the door opened, and the second boy came out, holding his butt, and crying in a kind of "whooping" way. The only difference I saw was that he walked in without an erection, and walked out with one! The girl went inside, and I walked over, and removed my underpants. I was so embarassed at my erection, I tried to hide it, but I know it was obvious. I stood at the door, and could hear the first stroke inside, followed by a loud moan. The next strokes caused her to scream. I found myself rubbing my penis in fear, I suppose, as the door opened and she came out. Her hair was all discheveled, and she was crying and hic-cupping at the same time, as she too held her butt cheeks. I looked over my shoulder as I entered, and froze in my tracks as she bent over to retrieve her panties. Her butt had actual welts on it! I couldn't take my eyes off of her. (big mistake)

The Head cleared his throat, and said that whenever I was through watching whatever was so fascinating, would I be so kind as to shut the door, and climb over the stool to receive my 6 strokes, and additional 6 for delay! Tears ran down my face as I tried to apologize, but it was to no avail. He simply pointed to the whipping stool with his cane, which looked especially nasty. The stool was made of heavy wood, and was padded at the top. There was a wide brace like thing on the floor, and you had to place your feet on each side of it (which effectively caused your butt to be open, as you bent over). Then, you had to grasp the lower bar on the front, the whole thing kind of sloped down toward the front, so the highest part of you was your butt. He told me to grasp the bar with all my might, because if I let go of it, he would start over!

I felt the cool air in the room on my exposed hole, and felt my balls tighten up in anticipation. I closed my eyes and waited. I heard the noise, and felt no pain for a milisecond. Then, my butt caught fire. He had hit the middle of my butt, and it felt like my right cheek had been cut in half! I screamed, and cried, and tried to tighten my butt cheeks, but all too soon the next one hit, higher yet. It too caused me to scream out in pain. Number three was a doozy, landing at the top of my butt, and leaving a mark that would last for 10 days. With number 4, he hit lower, on the middle, number 5 was lower yet, and number 6 was right in the crease. I thought I would die!

He then moved to the other side, and started over, retracing his efforts, but causing more pain on my left cheek. He seemed to be hitting between the previous spots, until he got to the middle, then he just laid the last three low and hard, with the final two being given right at the crease again. (again, a 10 day period before the welt went down and bruise went away.)

He told me to get up, and I really had a difficult time of it. When I stood, the skin on my butt went from being stretched, to somewhat relaxed, and it caused 12 shock waves to flow up and down my spine. I can't describe the feeling. It is like having a burning pan touch your bottom. As I opened the door, the next boy in line was already crying, and holding himself. I heard the rest gasp as I turned for my underpants. I dressed, and slowly walked back to my dorm, and Ray and his strap!

He was waiting for me, and just pointed to his office. He whistled as he saw my butt for the first time, and ran his hands over the welts. He asked what I had done to get 12, and I told him I had been late getting into the office. He said that that was a really, really stupid thing to do. He said he bet my butt hurt. (At this point, I had a glimmer of hope that he would not strap me, saying something like I had been punished enough, or something). Instead, he pulled out his strap. He complained how difficult it was going to be to find a spot that wasn't already red our purple. I bent over his desk, and he gave me 5 licks with the strap. It really didn't hurt all that much. I am not sure if it was because the strap did not have the same bite as a cane, or if my butt was imune to pain. He told me that that way was just not working, and told me to stand up. (Thank heaven, I thought, he is going to let me off!)

Ray told me to follow him. When I reached for my pants, he stopped me. He told me to leave them there. My heart froze. I followed him out to the family room where all the boys were. Of course, they had all been watching me "get it" as Ray always left the door open. There were some gasps and whispers as my butt came into view. (In a way, I was kind of proud of it.) Ray turned around, grabbed me under the shoulders, and lifted me up onto the pool table, on my back. He then moved my legs wide apart and back, and told me to hold them there, that he was going to finish on the only unmarked area he could find. I had had this before, and knew how terrible it was. I held my ankles apart, and looked at him as he raised the strap over his shoulder, and brought it down over my butt crack. The first stroke hit in my perineum area, just below my balls. The second hit right into my hole, and the next 5 alternated those spots.

When he was finished, he just walked away. I laid there, in terrible pain, totally exposed to twenty pairs of eyes. I was in too much pain to move, at first. When I opened my eyes, I could see the boys staring closely at me. A few even ran fingers over my welts, and little Eric kind of lightly rubbed his finger over my hole.

I finally got down, and went in and laid on my bed on my stomach, as I would have to lay for the next week.

I think that was the worst day of my whole 9 years!


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