Mike tapped nervously on the Headmaster's door. A well grown fifteen year old, his body was snugly dressed in well-fitting grey flannels which accentuated the curve of his young buttocks, and suggested a bulge at his crotch larger than his years demanded.
He was properly nervous, however, as a summons to the Headmaster's study usually had dire consequences. He cast his mind back for a possible explanation. His last visit to town....breaking bounds....had anyone noticed him? He rubbed his hands cautiously over his bottom; he could imagine only too well what might happen. He obeyed the call to enter.
The Headmaster, with a stern face, beckoned him forward. Mike noticed, with dismay, the long slender cane which was laying on the table. He was new to the school, but had already heard many stories of the punishments which could be handed out. He had come from a very quiet prep school, and had never yet been caned. He very much dreaded the thought of having to bend over the table for a sound beating. Did it hurt very much, he wondered?
One of his friends had recently been summoned on a very minor charge, and had received six cuts. They had examined the marks in the dorm afterwards, when his friend had dropped his trousers, and they had both seen the purple marks. Mike had been very excited to see the lovely smooth pink mounds which his still sobbing friend was showing him, and when he reached out to touch them gently, he felt more excited still. Even at this moment, he felt a curiously pleasant sensation in his groin, a kind of anticipation.
"Well, Michael , I expect you know why I have sent for you?" Mike cast his eyes to the ground, not knowing what to say. The tone of voice implied that something terrible was going to happen.
"You realise, of course, that you are here for punishment. You were seen breaking bounds, you know, and for that the usual punishment is six cuts of the cane. Do you accept that?"
His smile was not friendly, and Mike nodded dumbly. Six of the cane, he thought. Would he be able to stand that? Once again, he remembered his friend showing him the terrible marks on his arse.
"But, that is not all, is it, Michael? You were seen going into a public lavatory." Mike gave a start."Yes, you may well be surprised. You were seen in there playing with yourself, and what is more, you allowed a man to touch you. I trust that this is the first time this has happened?" Mike mumbled something.
"Very well, I shall assume that you are not a hardened sinner. Otherwise I should have insisted on a public flogging, followed by expulsion. As it is, I intend to give you a beating you will not forget. In addition to the six I have already promised you, I suggest the following. Six more with your trousers down for playing with yourself, and six more with your underwear down - on your naked buttocks - for allowing someone to play with you."
He looked grimly at Mike, who stared back with a terrified expression. Eighteen cuts in all! and having to strip down and expose his bare arse to the Head! He did not know which was the worse- the pain of the beating or the embarassment of being naked. Especially as he felt that his _c_o_c_k_ was definitely swelling under his trousers.
What would happen if he was still in this condition when he had to drop his trousers, and then his underpants? But no, he thought, by that time he would be in such pain that he wouldn't have to worry about that.
"Please, sir," he whispered,"I'm very sorry sir. I shant do it again. Punish me if you must, but don't be so hard on me. I'll take the eighteen if I have to, but, please sir, let me keep my trousers on."
The Head picked up the cane and flexed it, before whipping it lightly through the air. He smiled sardonically.
"I have used this on eighteen year old boys, and invariably they go away crying. This is the first time you have come under my hand, and I intend that you will not forget it. I think that it would be a great pity to cut your trousers to ribbons, so it will be better if you remove them. A boy is much better behaved when he is whipped on his bare buttocks. Shall we begin? Bend over that table."
Mike's feelings were indescribable as he obeyed. He went to the table, and bent over it. He felt his muscles tighten, and was aware that his bum presented a very obvious target. He held his breath for the first stroke. Swish! it came down like a hot iron, cutting and hot, yet at the same time, warming. He gave a little gasp, and a wriggle of his bottom.
At that moment he remembered seeeing the purple mark on his friend's arse. Was there a similar mark across his own now? He had no time to think before the next stroke came. He gave another groan and wriggled some more. Then the third, and the fourth.
But how many more to come? he was counting them in his mind as they descended. Then five. The pain increased, but so did the warmth. It spread from his bum to his balls and _c_o_c_k_. He was beginning to become aware of something that was not exactly pleasure, but was a little bit more than the terrible pain. Six. That bit was over. What now?
"Right," said the Head."That is the first part. Now the punishment for playing with yourself. Drop your trousers, and get ready for another six."
Mike stood up. He hadn't cried yet, nor even made much of a sound. He knew that boys of his age didn't. He wondered how long he could hold out. He undid the clip of his trousers, then the zip. His trousers slid to his ankles and he stood there in his shirt tails.
He bent forward in his previous position, and was aware of having his shirt pulled up over his back. He knew that he was only covered by his briefs, leaving a lot of the bare flesh of his arse exposed. He might as well be entirely naked now! but he was glad that he was still wearing something, as it concealed the swelling bulge of his _c_o_c_k_. Surely the next dose of punishment would put an end to that!
Swish! came the first cut of the next six. God, he did not realise how much protection he had had from his trousers. This one really cut hard. His whimper turned into a moan, and he wriggled even more. The Head gripped him round the waist to hold him in place. But, there was something exciting about feeling a hand on his naked flesh. He gave a sigh, just as the second stroke landed.
The curious warmth increased, and he moaned louder. Another cut. Then another. He wriggled his arse still more, and felt a tightening grip around his waist. The grip was firm, and yet curiously friendly. The fingers seemed to play around his navel. A fifth stroke. He squirmed, but the grip held him. He relaxed, to enjoy the feel of the strong arm which gripped him.
Just as the sixth stroke was about to descend, he felt the Headmaster's fingers stroking his navel gently, and about to come down lower, towards his pubic hair. He caught his breath, emotionally undecided about the pain he was about to feel, and the pain he thought he might feel. For the last time, the cane descended and landed with great impact - surely harder than the previous cuts- on young Mike's arse. He gave a cry, almost weeping with the pain, and arched his bottom into the air.
At the same time, he was aware of a grasp around his body which was lower and more intimate than before. He was terribly conscious now that his _c_o_c_k_ was straining within his briefs, and that the restraining hand was practically touching it. The pain in his arse was turning into a warmth spreading into his balls and further..What would happen next?
The Headmaster, within a hairsbreadth of touching that powerful young _c_o_c_k_, withdrew his grip, and the next thing Mike knew his briefs were being pulled off him. He could feel the cool air playing against the cheeks of his bum, but there was a delay as the briefs were held by his now rampant _c_o_c_k_. The Head put his hand between Mike's legs to pull them right down, and met the resistance of the _c_o_c_k_. The hand lightly touched the stiff flesh- gently, at first, as if by accident, slipping under the briefs to test its presence. Then he withdrew.
"Stand up, Michael," was the order.
Mike got up and faced him, blushing furiously. His briefs were down at the back, exposing his two firm globes, but in front they were still quite firmly held in place by a very hard _c_o_c_k_. With a firm gesture, the Head disengaged them, pushing them down to join the trousers.
"Step right out of them, and then remove your shirt."
Mike was now completely naked, his _c_o_c_k_, pulsing red, pushing proudly forward. He was terrified at the thought of what might happen next, but, at the same time, he noticed that the Head was looking very bright in the face, and seemed to be putting a hand n his pocket. Could it be that he was rearranging a bulge there?
"You now have to take a final six as your punishment for allowing yourself to be touched by a stranger. You may count yourself lucky that this is not a public flogging. Have you thought how you might feel if you were stripped naked, like you are now, in front of all the other boys? Be grateful that we are in private and only I am here."
He stretched out a hand and touched Mikes throbbing _c_o_c_k_.
"Boys who come before me in that condition receive an extra cut. You will now receive seven cuts. Bend over."
Mike bent back over the table, his _c_o_c_k_ resting on the polished surface. Oh! the first stroke. He gave a yell, and his arse bounded into the air. At once he felt a strong grasp around his body, rather lower than his waist. Once again, he relaxed into that powerful grip as the cane descended through the air. He could not resist another cry, and another wriggle of his body, to his by now almost bursting _c_o_c_k_.
It was throbbing with little jerks, sometimes pulsing forward to brush against the hand which was holding him in position. The feeling was indescribable. First, the terrible burning pain in his arse, then the warmth that was spreading all over his body, particularly over his groin, his balls and his _c_o_c_k_. Then, his _c_o_c_k_ itself, being almost gently caressed with every throb it gave, or every time he wriggled his bum in a vain attempt to escape the cruel cane. The next stroke fell, and he felt himself beginning to sob.
As the fourth stroke landed, he wriggled forward, and the holding hand seemed to relax momentarily, and Mike's _c_o_c_k_ slid into a warm palm. As it closed on his _c_o_c_k_, Mike felt that he could take the rest of the beating.
The cane landed again..hard. Obviously the Head was not letting him off easily, but the pain was almost balanced by the caressing hand.Mike sobbed more as the cane landed twice more in quick succession.
Still caressing his _c_o_c_k_, the Head pulled Mike upright and led him across to a large armchair."There now, Michael. It is all over now. You have taken your punishment well." And sitting down he pulled Mike over his knee.
Although he was now in the traditional small boy punishment position it was not a hand that Mike felt.It was the soothing property of some cream that the Head was applying to his bum. His very stiff _c_o_c_k_, aching for relief, was between the Head's legs, and rubbing against the soft material of his trousers.
He felt the fingers gently rubbing his bum, and wondered if this was the same person who had just thrashed him. The fingers were now delving into his crack and as the cream worked his way in he arched his bum, to make it more available.
"Your punishment was for being seen with a strange man as I told you," said the Head, as his finger explored he entrance to Mikes hidden treasure Mike thought he would explode!"If you feel any further need to experiment, then come and see me any evening. Mind you, any further badness will be dealt with the same way, you understand?"
Mike knew. And he also knew that he would not have to misbehave to be here again before long. With a little trepidation he put back a hand to touch the Head.He found the zip was open, and sliding a hand inside, he felt a stiff _c_o_c_k_ inside briefs.
"I think that you had better get dressed now, Michael, as it will soon be supper time.When you have had your supper, come along to my flat and we will have a little chat."
Michel put on his clothes, less the briefs, as he could not get them over his sore bum and stiff _c_o_c_k_.He left and later returned. But that is another story.