As we left Robert last time, he was laying on his bed in his mother's house ruefully rubbing his nether cheeks as what seemed like a fire which wouldn't go out raged on. The fire was caused by the fierce application of a two tailed belt that his mother normally used on her students at school. In less than a fortnight he, Robert, would be going to the same school and if his mothers belt could cause so much pain and burning, what would the cane from a man do to his poor bum, which he continued to rub slowly trying to rub the pain and the burning sting away.
_d_a_m_n_, he was getting a hardon again. He looked at his watch, it was 11.25, 'I'd better get ready for lunch he thought.' He got up off the bed and arranged his half 'hardon' more comfortably in his shorts and went to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face. Going to the kitchen he was greeted with an appetising smell.
"Can I help Mum?"
His mother looked at him. "Take three dinner and three bread and butter plates to the table, then come back and get knives and forks. I've made your favourite 'Welsh Raebit' (I'm not sure of the spelling) for lunch."
"Thanks Mum." At least the dinning table chairs were padded. He went back to the kitchen.
"Call your sister Robert, lunch is almost ready, and thanks for the help." He called his sister and before she came to the dinning nook.....
"I'm sorry about this morning Mum."
"It's forgotten about Robert, lets go and eat before this gets cold. Carry the plate of toast for me please."
At lunch his sister didn't say anything about his belting and he wondered if his mother had told her to say nothing.
For the rest of the holidays he managed to control his language and he helped around the house and kept his room reasonably neat....................
School started. Robert found that he was at the same level as the students in his class. It was an all boys class and had it about twice as many students as his previous school. The only thing about the new school was wearing those beasly grey shorts. He still hated them. He also had to cycle to school instead of going by bus. The mornings were still very cold and by the time he got to school his legs from halfway down his thighs where his shorts stopped to just below his knees, where his socks came up to, was blue with cold.
The other thing about the new school was, was that punishment was dished out more readily. He had heard several teachers award detentions with the threat of 'the cane' to follow if behaviour or work was not up to the required standard. But so far, he had seen no evidence. That was to change. In his second week he went to the gym for physical education and as it was the last period of the day, took his books and homework with him, so that after the shower following class could head straight home. So far he had made no real friends, so he had no reason to hang about after school.
He entered the changing room at one end of the gym. He found an empty locker and put his bag into it, and then started to strip off to change into sports shorts and singlet. Just as he was pulling up his shorts two boys came into the locker room naked except for towells over their shoulders. As they had wet hair, he presumed that they had just come out from the showers. As they past him, Robert noticed that they both had four deep red lines across both cheeks of their backsides. They disappeared around the lockers. The rest of the class by now was leaving the changing room and heading for the gym so Robert followed.
He was quite good at sports at his old school had played socer in winter and softball in summer as well as swimming all year round. He got through the lesson with some praise from the gym teacher. However another boy was not so lucky. The unlucky boy, Roger Smith was warned once for fooling about and then the second time, he was caught when he started to throw a medicine ball about instead of doing pushups. The gym teacher, Lawrence Sloan, blew his whistle and the class stopped what they were doing.
"Smith, I have already warned you about fooling in here. Both today and if I remember right I caned you last term for the same. Am I right?"
"Yes Sir."
"Very well you know what to do." Smith went over to the horse at the side of the room and drapped himself over it. His white shorts were tight over his backside and it was possible to see the outline of his underpants. "Smith are you wearing underpants boy?"
"Yes Sir."
"You know you should be wearing a supporter in here." Mr Sloan now looking angrier turned to rest of the class. "Is anyone else here wearing underpants?"
"I am Sir," said Robert.
"Come over here then Williams."
Robert went over and joined Smith by the horse. He wondered if he was going to be caned or belted.
"Williams, at your previous school what was the required kit in gym class?"
"Shorts, a tshirt and gym shoes Sir."
"What about under your shorts?"
"We could wear either underpants or a supporter Sir."
"Well, Williams at this school you must wear a supporter for all gym classes and all sports."
"I see Sir."
"Yes, you will see in a minute what happens to boys that don't obey instructions. He dismissed the rest of the class to the showers. Turning back to the two remaining boys, Wait here." Mr Sloan marched off to his small office at the side of the gym and came back holding a cane in his hand. "We will change the drill somewhat." Smith I want you to bend over and put your head between William's legs. You Williams will lean over and hold Smith down so he can't straighten up."
Robert waited until the boy he hardly knew had bent over in front of him and placed his head between his legs. He then lent over the top of the bending boy and placed his hands on Smith's shoulders. He looked at the teacher, but the teacher had his eyes on the target in front of him. Smith's backside in the tight white shorts were a sight to behold. Tight and well rounded. Robert could feel him trembling slightly. Mr Sloan tapped the target with the cane a couple of times, made a slight adjustment to his stance and then tapped the target again before drawing the cane up and bringing it forward in a scything movment to land with a sharp crack. He felt Smith move slightly.
As the second stroke fell, Robert had his eyes on the buttocks, he saw the cane flexing as it landed and quickly moulding itself to the contours of the buttocks before being lifted away. Again he felt Smith move and pressed a little more firmly on his shoulders. When the third stroke landed with its by now familiar high pitched crack, Smith just about came upright, nearly toppling Robert, but both managed to get back into the position required and Robert looking up, saw Mr Sloan smile slightly as he lined up the fourth stroke.
After that had landed he said, "Williams, you see what happens to boys that don't follow instructions. I expect you to be properly dressed from now on. As for you Smith, next time it will be six. You may get up."
Robert stepped back releasing Smith's head, keeping his hands in front of him to hide his growing erection, while Smith stood and put a hand on each nether cheek and started to rub them gently.
They were dismissed to the showers. Robert and Smith walked towards the showers together. He said, "Hell that must of hurt, I could see the cane wrapping around your bum. I'm Robert."
"Roger, and yes it hurts like hell, but in a few minutes I'll feel terriffic."
"What doyou mean?" Robert was wondering if the cane gave your bum the same warm feeling as his Mother's belt.
"Well after the first wild sting goes away, this wonderful warmth seems to envelope me. Do you want to see the damage?
"Yes."
"Okay, well dawdle getting out of your gear and by then most of the gang will be through in the showers and then after our shower they'll be gone and you can inspect more closely."
So they strolled to the locker room and found it empty. The noise coming from the showers told them that the rest of the class was occupied, they slowly stripped off. Roger's locker was just down from Robert and as Roger took down his shorts and then his underpants, Robert could see the same deep red lines on what he hoped was to be his new friend's bum, that he had seen on the two boys just after entering the locker room before the lesson. Roger wrapped his towell around his middle looked around to see what Robert was doing. He motioned with his hand for Robert to follow him.
They entered the shower room, which was just a long room with shower heads hanging from the far wall, with benches opposite. There were several spare showers and as they walked over to them, Roger told Robert quietly, to put his towell on the bench opposite the showere he was going to use. Robert was a little shy at first because at his last school while every one showered together, at least there were stalls that came up to your chest.
He did as he was told and went over to the shower and turned on the water. While he and Roger were showering, the rest of the boys left the room leaving them to themselves. Robert turned to look at Roger to his surprise Roger had a hardon, and was stroking it vigorously.
He winked at Robert, "I always get like this after a hiding, and this is the only way I know to get rid of it."
Robert didn't know whether to keep looking or not. He judged that Roger's penis erect was about the same size as his. He watched as Roger shot his load then asked, "Did you get the cane on purpose?"
"Yes. There is something that I cant describe, but at the time it hurts like hell then after a while I get a warm glow from my bum and it makes me feel randy so I've got to jerk off.
They got out from under the water and grabbing their towells dried off.
"I say Bob, do you want to feel my bum?"
Robert looked around expecting to see someone else in the shower room with them.
"Yeah, you Bob."
"I'm never called Bob, always Robert."
"Well to me you're Bob and Bob is what you'll stay as far as I'm concerned."
Robert could feel his _c_o_c_k_ harden. It was already half hard from watching Roger jerk off.
"Ok." He moved over to Roger and ran his fingers lightly over Roger's bum. He could feel the raised ridges on the otherwise smooth white flesh and even after the shower they radiated heat.
Little did the two know that there was someone watching them.........