Colinger's £100 canings! (Part one) by nikolaige@yahoo. com
I attended a very old-fashioned English minor public school in the early sixties when corporal punishment was considered a perfectly legitimate and normal way of keeping discipline in schools. Hardly a day went by without the sound of a cane in action echoing round the old Victorian mansion which housed the school. All the masters were entitled to use the cane even for perfectly insignificant offences and the prefects could cane any boy with prior permission from his form master....which needless to say was nearly always granted. A prefect could only give a maximum of six strokes and was not allowed to cane bare although evening pygiama beatings were permitted and even encouraged by the headmaster Mr Rakham who believed that regular caning made boys into strong courageous men. The masters on the other hand were allowed to cane bare and to give a maximum of twelve strokes which could be increased to eighteen if there was any sign of resistance on behalf of the boy to be caned. Mr Rakham himself always caned bare and usually gave eighteen devastating strokes taking as long as ten minutes to complete the operation. But the school's maximum punishment was reserved for the school groundsman who was an ex-Sergent -Major in his late forties who had been army champion in several different sports and was 6ft. 4, heavily built with the most powerful arms I've ever seen. It was due his abnormal physical strength that Mr Rakham had decided to use him for the most severe canings. These consisted of twenty four strokes bare while held in position by the assistant gym master who was also ex-army and pretty strong too. The grounsman was known as Ape-man to us boys and his canings were the terror of the school. Ape-man's canings were always carried out in front of the whole school specially assembled for the occasion, whilst the masters could attend if they wished.....most naturally did so. On average there were two or three Ape-man canings a term but no boy had ever been known to receive more than one such experience in any one term.......that is until my last term when I broke the record for a bet with the rest of my form......all twenty of them had to cough up a fiver and £100 in 1963 was a lot of money......but was it worth it? Perhaps not...but in spite of this really rather terrible experience or perhaps because of it....I still like to get my arse soundly caned from time to time!!!
We'd talked about the bet at the end of the previous term and all during the holidays I tried to screw up my courage to accept the challenge. I was caned pretty frequently by most of the masters and had been to Mr Rakham several times and in fact I quite enjoyed putting my physical courage to the test by enduring severe canings. Then the idea of being held down by the butch assistant gym master and thrashed in front of everyone excited me considerably in spite of the fact I'd witnessed the writhing and screaming of other boys during Ape-mans canings and seen the blood oozing from their ravaged backsides.
I decided to get myself caned as early in the term as possible so as to be able to recover sufficiently for the second dose and win my bet. There was one crime that automatically led to an Ape-man caning and that was being caught drunk in any of the local town pubs.....drinking meant eighteen from Mr Rakham but being pissed meant the Ape-man after two days in which the victim could contemplate the coming ordeal while a notice was posted on the school notice board announcing a school assembly to witness a caning at the hands of Sergeant -Major Jones. The day before the caning the boy had to go and ask Ape-man for a cane which he then had take to the staff- bathroom and place to soak in a bath for the twenty four hours prior to the event so that it would be heavier and more flexible so as to inflictthe maximum possible damage. This of course was intended to increase the boy's terror.
On the first Saturday of my last term I went to the "Green Man" which I knew was frequented by several of the masters after supper.....and ordered a double whiskey.....I then continued with several pints of Guiness and began to feel deliciously high and more and more excited....the landlord who was a pleasant fellow warned me to stop and go back to school before I was caught as Mr Browning and Mr Davis were sure to be in any minute. I just giggled and before I had quite recovered from my merriment in walked the two Masters..... "Colinger.....what are you doing here? You know pubs are out of bounds during term time!" barked Mr Davis. I just carried on giggling fatuously...... "Get back to school at once and report yourself to Mr Rakham!!" Still giggling I staggered out of the pub and set off up the hill to the school. A few minutes later I was knocking at the door Mr Rakhams private apartment... "Come in." was the irritated reply.....and I opened the door. "Colinger.....Mr Davis has just phoned me from "The Green Man" so you needn't bother me with any excuses......you can take this and pin it on the school noticeboard and then go straight to bed and meditate on your disgraceful behaviour". With that he gave me a typed sheet of paper and pushed me out closing the door. I read the notice it said: For the attention of the whole school
N. Colinger was observed by Mr Davis and Mr Browning in an advanced state of inebriation in "The Green Man" on Saturday evening. Notice is hereby given of an extra school assembly on Tuesday at mid-day in the big school-room to witness twenty four strokes of the cane to be delivered by Sergeant-Major Jones across the naked buttocks of N. Colinger while he is held in position by Mr Woodage. Any boy absent without permission will receive a caning from me at the first available opportunity.
Cedric Rakham (Headmaster)
The ridiculous formality of the notice set me off giggling drunkenly again as I made my way to the notice board. The news spread round the school the following morning and I became a hero although I didn't altogether feel like one as I had quite a hangover! Sunday evening after chapel I was ordered to go and see the Sergeant-Major. He lived in cottage at the edge of the school grounds and I was soon knocking at the door...Ape-man opened it....his head almost touching the cross-beam.....he was certainly a big man!! "Come in Colinger," he said with his slight north-country accent "I gather you've come to fetch a cane for our appointment on Tuesday." "Yes Mr Jones," I said as jauntily as possible so as not to give the idea of being particularly disturbed by the fact. " I don't think you'll be so cheerful on Tuesday lad....but I want you to know I'm only doing my duty....even if I don't mind admitting I enjoy it....so lets shake hands and no hard feelings" and he thrust his massive hairy right paw towards me......I shook it and felt a thrill of anticipation at the touch of his huge hard hand and I smiled and looked him straight in his dark brown twinkling eyes... "No hard feelings Mr Jones.....just a bloody sore arse I expect." "I'm afraid so ,lad." he smiled back his white teeth contrasting sharply with the dark stubbly growth of his unshaven beard. "Come in and we'll choose a cane from my selection. As I rather like you Colinger I'll let you choose. There they are." He said indicating a tall basket containing a dozen or so long heavy canes with crooked handles. "They're all much the same really.....the light coloured one hasn't been used yet the others have all done sterling service......so which'll it be?" "I'll inaugurate the new one." I said pulling out the light coloured cane, It was about 4ft. long and half an inch thick , heavy and flexible. "This is going to make one hell of a mess of my arse!" I thought to myself. "O. K. lad...now go and put it to soak in the staff bathroom and I'll see you in the big school room on Tuesday morning." As I made my way across the school grounds I swished the cane through the air as viciously as I could, it made a very alarming swooshing sound and I felt my buttocks twitch and my _c_o_c_k_ stir. When I got to the staff bathroom I knocked on the door and Mr Browning's deep bass voice said . "Come in. I'm in the bath....but there are still two free." I entered cane in hand delighted at the opportunity of seeing Mr Browning lying nude in the bath as he was quite a hunk. Tall, hairy, muscular, blonde with blue eyes..... I had been caned by him several times.....twelve bare and I had often fantasised about him as I wanked in bed. "Excuse me sir, I've got to put this cane to soak for my punishment on Tuesday" I said taking a good look at Mr Brownings manhood which was as I had hoped remarkably large. "Oh, carry on Colinger." purred the butch blonde making no attempt to conceal the object of my intense gaze. "I read the noticeboard this morning.....and I would't miss seeing Jones lay into your arse for all the tea in China! In all my experience of caning I've never seen anyone wield a cane to such devastating effect. I wouldn't like to be in your shoes.....but then my days of being caned are over, now I can enjoy watching others getting it or better still use a cane myself." I turned on the tap of the other bath ready to put the cane to soak. "By the way when did I last get to cane you Colinger?" "Last term, sir. For talking during hall.....twelve bare.....quite an experience ,sir," "Glad you remember it, Colinger but after Tuesday twelve bare from me will seem like slap and tickle!!!" I put the cane in the now half full bath and turned towards Mr Browning - he was just getting out of the bath and was sporting a huge erection!! I felt myself blushing.... "No need to feel embarrassed, Colinger we're all men you know, and we all get erections!!Just as we all wank and some of us do other things as well! All this talk of caning has got me quite excited.....you would't by any chance like me to give you a foretaste of that cane would you?" I didn't know what to say.... " I mean it's not really fair to get a chap into a state like this and then leave him in the lurch, now is it?" "I suppose not, sir." I mumbled realising that my _c_o_c_k_ too was now pushing hard against my trousers. "Well then lock the door and get undressed....I'll just give you six for being provocative." I locked the door and undressed revealing my erection and making it as evident as possible. The big hairy blond looked admiringly at my fully matured _c_o_c_k_ while fondling his own. "Fetch the cane!" He ordered and I obeyed. "Right now bend over the washbasin with your legs apart!" I obeyed feeling the cold enamel on my stomach and chest as Mr Browning took up position to my left....he laid the wet cane gently across my naked arse to tale aim drew it back and laid into me with all his force. "Ow....!!" I yelped as the first stroke registered itself across my buttocks. Mr Browning smiled and prepared himself for the second stroke leaving a long pause so that I could appreciate the first to the full.....and just as the fire began to subside he smashed the second stroke into my quivering backside just below the first one. "Uffffff!!!" I grunted. It hurt like hell but it was also very exciting to be beaten by a naked man . Again a long pause and Mr Browning started to stroke his huge member which was beginning to glisten with pre-come. Then SSSSSTTTTT craaacckkk the third stroke re-lit the fires across my arse.... "Oh Sir!" I gasped......." Think of Tuesday, Colinger!" SSSSSSSTTTTTT CRAAAKKK "_f_u_c_k_ me!" I yelled.... "Were you swearing....or was that a request?" Laughed Browning. "I'll take it as being the second!" and so saying he ran his figers over the welts on my arse and then slipped his large forefinger into my hole gently working ti so as to induce relaxation....I responded by thrusting my arse back onto the invading finger. "Ever done anything like this before?" asked Browning. "Yes, sir . I was _f_u_c_k_ed by a lorry driver who gave me a lift last summer." "Did you like it?" "Yes, although it hurt a bit at first." "Would you like me to _f_u_c_k_ you before or after the last two strokes?" "After, please, sir. Give me the last two strokes now please." "Here we go then" SSSSSTTTTT CCCRRAAAACCCKKK!! "Fffffffffttttttaaaaahhhhhh!" "Last but not least" and Browning using all the force of his tennis forehand smash whacked the cane into my buttocks for the sixth stroke. "Uuuuhhhhhaaaaaaooooooo!!!" was approximately the sound that escaped my lips. Then before I knew what was happening Browning rammed his enormous _c_o_c_k_ up my tight hole which surprisingly accepted the invasion without pain or protest in fact I began to come almost as soon as I felt Brownings hairy chest pressed against my back and when he felt the contractions of my hole he too began pumping his load with great thrusts into my guts reawakening the burning stripes on my arse with each thrust.....but it was fabulous!! "O. K. now go and fart out my come and then go to bed and think of how much worse Tuesday is going to be!!! But if you like you can come and see me Tuesday evening and I'll see if I can do something to cheer you up a bit! Eh?" "Thank you sir." I said "For everything!" " Its been a pleasure old boy. Oh don't forget to put he cane back in the bath to soak!". I obeyed and went to bed with a sore arse and a stretched hole......wondering what Tuesday would really be like. During the night I woke up through the throbbing of my stripes and found myself again with a huge hard on.....I settled things with a wank reliving the excitement of the previous evening before falling sound asleep. Monday passed without incident although I found myself constantly dwelling on my Tuesday morning appointment with Ape-man. At last Tuesday arrived and at 11.45 a fag knocked on the door of our Latin class and told Mr Browning that I was to go up to the staff bathroom and fetch the soaked cane and then change into gym-kit and go and wait in the front row of the big school room. Mr Browning smiled knowingly at me as he relayed the instructions saying "It won't be long now Colinger....and my offer for this evening is still open if you need some comforting!" I made my way up to the staff bathroom and retrieved the cane....it now weighed about twice as much as before and was much more flexible......however in spite of my growing misgivings about the whole bet idea I was still quite excited. I quickly ran down to the changing rooms and slipped on my gym-kit...a white tee-shirt and a pair of white cotton shorts which I put on without underpants as I knew I would have to pull them down in any case. When I got to the big school room, which was really a sort of theatre, it was still empty, although the janitor had put out two rows of chairs on the stage facing the rows of the auditorium where the boys would be sitting, for those of the masters who chose to attend my punishment and as usual there was a vaulting horse in the middle of the stage raised to waist hight over which I would be unceremoniously bent by Mr Woodage the assistant gym master. I sat down in the middle of the front row with the damp cane across my knees just as the bell rang for the end of morning lessons. Within seconds boys of all ages began pouring through the door to my left to take their seats whilst masters began entering directly from the stage door and taking their seats on stage behind the vaulting horse. Nobody spoke and very few people even looked at me. When the whole school was assembled and most of the masters....Mr Rakham strode onto the stage followed by Sergeant -Major Jones in a green track suit and Mr Woodage in gym-kit like me. The two executioners stood on either side of the horse while Mr Rakham stood in front of it and started to lecture the school on my heinous crime. I hardly heard what he was saying in an agony of excited and fearful anticipation and I couldn't take my eyes off the enormous figure of Ape-man who was rolling his shoulders in preparation for his task. At Last I heard Mr Rakham say: "Now Colinger, come up on stage and give the cane to Sergeant-Major Jones." I obeyed passing the heavy cane to Ape man who immediately began flexing it and getting the feel of its weight. The Head master took up his position on raised dais behind the horse and slightly in front of the rest of the masters. "Carry on Sergeant -Major!" he barked. "At once ,Sir!" replied Ape-man. "Colinger, Mr Woodage will help you to bend over the horse and keep you in position throughout your punishment, Woodage hold this a minute whilst I get myself ready." and so saying he passed the cane to Mr Woodage so that he could strip off the top of his track suit displaying his magnificent hairy torso and massive biceps. " Bend over Colinger and push your shorts down to your knees." I complied and there was a gasp from the boys when they saw the six still purple stripes that Mr Browning had applied to my bottom two days earlier which of course would make the coming ordeal even more painful . "Woodage pull his shirt up well clear of the target area and grab his arms to hold him still" Mr Woodage, who was standing at my head pulled my tee-shirt up almost to my shoulders and grabbed my wrists pulling them down towards him as he sat cross legged facing me .thus pulling me tightly across the simil-leather top of the vaulting horse. Mr Woodage was also a big good-looking guy and I gazed at his hairy thighs and bulging crotch trying to take my mind off the terrible moment which was almost upon me. "Open your legs as far as you can Colinger." continued Ape-man "Thats fine. Now I'm going to take up position for my run up....and I want you to ask me to begin your punishment. I shall be giving you twenty-four strokes as hard as I can lay them on and I shall be leaving a good long gap between each to allow you to savour their full force. After six strokes you may ask for a longer pause if you wish as after twelve and eighteen. You must count each stroke out loud." This was the familiar formula which we had all heard before but this was the first time I'd heard it bent over ready to ask Ape-man to begin. I heard the big man take his usual six paces back from his target and then a deathly hush fell on all present. I could almost hear my own heart pounding and I could certainly feel my _c_o_c_k_ growing rigid against the horse. The strong warm hands gripping my wrists also excited me more than I can say. "This is it!" I thought to myself and taking a deep breath I said as loudly and clearly as possible: "Please begin my beating Sergeant-Major!" I heard the heavy thuds of Ape-mans gym-shoes in a quickening crescendo followed on the sixth thump by an amazing swoooooosh! and a report that sounded like a gun going off as the damp flexible heavy cane literally wrapped itself round and into both my waiting buttocks......I managed not to scream but the pain was unlike anything I had ever experienced....and I felt myself pulling at Mr Woodage's strong grasp and thrusting my body hard against the horse in a desperate attempt to escape the unbelievable stipe of liquid fire which seemed to be ricocheting from my arse to my brain and back in a wave upon wave of sheer agony. Most boys yelled at the first stroke and few got passed the third without voicing their sufferings more or less full throatedly. It was known that the masters used to bet on when Ape-man would obtain the first full throated cry. I was determined to surpass all previous limits so that no-one would win anything ....but it was clearly going to be very difficult. "One!" I croaked. Ape-man stood and admired the vicious red stripe that his handiwork had caused and watched it rapidly swelling and turning purple as blood began to fill the under layers of skin. Then I could hear him casually walking back to his starting point jauntily swishing the cane as he did so. The masters were muttering amongst themselves doubtless admiring Ape-mans caning prowess and wondering who would win the screaming bet. I looked into Mr Woodage's green eyes and muttered "Hold onto me really tightly, please Sir, it'll give me more courage to feel I'm not entirely alone in this." Woodage just flashed a rather _s_e_x_y smile in reply but said nothing . I noticed that his crotch was seething and it looked as if his cotton shorts were in danger of splitting asunder. Again I heard the approaching footsteps and the loud Swooooooosh!!!followed by an even louder crack than before and the second stroke fell just above the first one.....I gasped and let out a kind of snort but no real sound....again I found myself in a haze of pain but I tried to think how much I'd enjoyed watching other boys in my position in the past and to imagine the enjoyment of the butch giant who was doing this to me. "Two" I spluttered. "Only twenty-two to go!" mocked Ape-man. That remark made me so angry that I felt I could now take fifty strokes just to spite him! Many years later Ape-man told me that he deliberately tried to anger the boys he had to cane because the angrier they were the less the felt the pain......so he wasn't really a sadist after all. In fact the third stroke although delivered with the same devastating force did somehow seem to be more bearable even though it fell exactly where the first had fallen and split the surface skin causing the trickle of blood. I managed to remain more or less composed and let no untoward sound escape my lips. It seemed as though I'd already been held down and thrashed for hours although no more than two minutes could have actually passed. I almost forgot to call out "Three!" in my tortured musings. And thus succeeded in prolonging the wait for the fourth stroke longer than the first three. Ape-man began his run-up for the fourth and put all his considerable weight and force behind it......the swoooooosh and the following craaaaack!!! were almost deafening and the sensation defies description but I still managed not to cry out although I wriggled furiously and gazed tearfully at the manly Woodage hoping that the sight of him would somehow help me to stay at least silent. The fourth stroke fell a good deal lower than the first three wrecking new havoc on my poor bum, but without drawing further blood. "Four !" I shouted almost defiantly. Ape-man seemed incensed by my tone and ran up eve faster for the fifth stroke which again broke the surface skin causing a second oozing of blood. I knew however that by the end of my beating I would need a sponge to soak up the blood which would be flowing quite freely.......I'd seen the effects of Ape-mans cane on several bums before mine. "Five!" I called even more loudly....in fact to cover up a desperate need to yell out loud! I was in fact doing remarkably well...no-one had ever reached the sixth stoke without yelling......the master's were all already loosing their bets! The sixth stroke which heralded a pause during which the victim was allowed to get up from the horse and massage his buttocks a bit before the continuation was longer in coming than the others......perhaps just to make the longed for pause seem even further away but a t last it came and in spite of the deliberate five barred gate positioning and the tremendous force of the blow I managed to stay quite and just wriggle furiously fighting back my tears. Of course this sixth stroke also drew blood in several places but still only the odd drop. "Six!" I cried with some relief and not a little curiosity as I could't wait to touch my bruises....not so much to rub them but to feel their extent and consistency. "Woodage! Let him get up for a bit now." Said Ape-man. And the kindly Mr Woodage helped me onto my feet after having adjusted his shorts so as to conceal as much as possible the hyper-activity within. I now had nothing to conceal as my erection had subsided after the first couple of strokes. I wiped the odd tear from the corner of my eye before looking towards the masters....who were obviously enjoying themselves enormously and then towards the boys who were mostly ashen faced with terror and numbed into a still silence. Then I gingerly touched my bottom. There were five hard long swollen welts with blood in several places. I looked at Ape-man who was rubbing the sweat off his magnificent torso with the top of his track suit and he flashed me a smile showing his straight white teeth in contrast to the dark stubble of a week old beard. "You're doing very well Lad!" he half whispered to me. "I'll speed up the next six a bit....I don't think anyone but us'll notice:" Then he added loudly. "O. K. Colinger, your pause is over...get yourself in position for the next six. Woodage help him please." Mr Woodage gently stretched me over horse again adjusting both my shorts and my tee-shirt before grabbing my wrists as before. Ape-man tossed his track-suit top onto an empty chair in the master's front row and retrieved the cane which he had lent against the same chair. "Have you anything to say to me Colinger?" said the butch Sergeant-Major. "Yes, Sir. Please will you continue with my beating, Sir." I said as clearly and as calmly as I could. "With the greatest of pleasure, Colinger are you ready?" "Yes ,Sir!" I replied. Ape-man started his run-up and drove the first stroke of the next six into my devastated backside. Of course the pause had hardly made any difference to the agony but even so I was hardly prepared for the molten lava effect of this seventh stoke.....I think it was the first that really seriously split the skin . This time there was no stopping me.... I yelled and spluttered unable to say "seven" whilst the masters whispered their approval that at last the boy was reacting properly. When I managed to gasp "Seven!" Ape-man immediately smashed another stroke onto his target......there was no point in restraining my cries any longer so I gave free reign to my vocal protests, and tears began to flow quite freely."Eight!" I managed to yell but this time Ape-man had started his run-up before I spoke and so the ninth stroke fell immediately and I howled in agony.....my bum must have already been in a ghastly state and we weren't even half way yet!! "Nine!" I sobbed. I was now lying limply across the horse and didn't even have the force to wriggle.....only to yell! The tenth stroke arrived quite quickly and I passed from a yell to a strange scream I hardly recognised......I was beginning to doubt I'd ever win my bet by going through with all this again before the end of term!!!! "Ten!" I gurgled and tried to brace myself at least mentally for the next stroke....I wondered if Ape-man would tire a bit and loose some of his power but the eleventh stroke soon told me that for the moment this was not the case. Again I screamed....I was going to have a sore throat as well as a arch-sore bum!!! "Eleven!" "Only one more to the halfway mark" I thought trying to rally a little resistance. I could hear that Ape-man had already started his run-up and then Swooooooshhhh.....crrrraaaaaackkkkk!!!!! the twelfth stroke landed crisscrosing all the others and causing copious bleeding. I yelled again louder and longer and lay limply across the horse drawn tight only by Mr Woodages strong grasp. "Halfway....time for another rest if required." Boomed Mr Rakham. That did it....I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me begging for mercy and so I said. "No, Sergeant-Major....please continue with my caning! No more pauses thank you!" The remaining twelve were delivered with regular twenty second gaps and with devastating accuracy....by the twenty-fourth stroke my arse was mostly raw flesh and I could feel rivulets of blood running down my legs and even into my shoes. I thought I was about to pass out as I gasped "Twenty four!" but somehow I didn't. Me Woodage helped me to my feet and I pulled my shorts over the bleeding mass that was my bum. Then still trembling I think with the beginnings of shock symptoms I shook Ape-mans big hairy paw and thanked him for caning me so thoroughly. Then I was accompanied to the sick-bay for some basic first aid treatment and the school was dismissed and everything went back to normal. That night I was of course bound to sleep on my stomach but Matron also gave me a kind of cage which kept even the sheets off my atrocious wounds. I now knew I'd never win my bet.......but I did in spite of my decision to throw in the sponge......and all thanks to Mr Browning......(to be continued) (nikolaige @yahoo. com) comments welcome.