As we left the pair in the last chapter, they had both been caned. Roger had got six while Robert had got four. After racing through the locker room they ran for the showers.
In the showers they quickly got under the hot water. Robert started to wash himself, not really feeling what he was doing. The fire was raging on the surface of his bum, so he was just automatically carrying out the motions of getting washed. He looked over at Roger.
Under his shower, there was no pretence of washing, Roger was unashamedly jerking furiously on his _c_o_c_k_. Seeing this Robert started stroking his own _c_o_c_k_ with his soapy hand. His _c_o_c_k_ stood harder than it had before and he had only stroked it a few times when it errupted in one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever had. Robert looked back over at Roger and saw him shudder as he orgasmed, his spunk shooting out the end of his dick to splatter on the wall befor him.
"Hey Bob, what's my bum like?"
"Well,..........its got six lines across it. Even under the water it looks as though it is sore."
"It is bloody sore, turn yours a bit to me so I can see yours better...... Yours copped it all lower down near your thighs. You are going to feel those every time you sit for a few days mate. Come on we'ed better get out of here or Sloan will be here seeing what we are up to." They turned the water off and grabbed their towels from the hook and drying themselves went back to the locker room.
Mr Sloan had just managed to get back to his office as the two boys got to the locker room. Again the front of his track pants stood out as he slumped into the chair behind his desk.
In the locker room Robert found that he felt very tender as he dried his behind.
"Roger you're right, even drying my arse hurts." He carefully pulled on his underpants keeping the elasticated waist band away from his still flaming bottom. Dropping his shirt over his shoulders he started doing up the buttons, thinking about what had happened. Even though he had just had one of the most powerful orgasms he could remember, his _c_o_c_k_ was making its presence felt. "Roger even though I just jerked off I'm hard as hell again now."
"Sssh. Sloan may hear. Lets get out of here." Pulling on their shorts, socks and shoes they grabbed their bags and left the gym. At the bikeshed they put their bags over their shoulders and pushed the bikes to the gate. Outside the school grounds they got on the bikes and started cycling towards home.
Roger was right again thought Robert. It does hurt to sit down. Every time he pushed the pedal down it made the muscles in that side of his bum hurt. At least his _c_o_c_k_ had subsided a bit with riding, it wasn't pushing out the front of his shorts so much. For a while he was worried that every one would see his stiffy as he rode home, but looking down at himself it was hardly noticeable.
"Look out dreamer," yelled Roger.
Robert looked up, just in enough time to slap on the brakes and skid to a stop before riding into a car that had stopped at a pedestrian crossing.
They got to the corner where they parted, both saying at the same time that they would see the other tomorrow, then Robert rode on alone for the last 500 metres or so. Once inside the house, he went to his room and shutting the door carefully put his uniform away. As it was warm he decided to wear summer shorts instead of jeans and after putting them on was rather glad that he did not have his tight jeans pressing against his tender backside. Rubbing his bum carefully through his shorts with one hand he got his homework out of his bag with the other and put it on his desk. He sat down only to get up again and then sat more carefully. He looked across at the bed wondering whether to get a pillow, then thought better not in case his mother came into the room.
He heard his mother and sister come home and carried on with his homework. There was a tap on his door and his sister poked her head around it.
"Hey, can you help with some math homework?"
"Yeah, I'll be through here in half an hour, then I'll help. OK?"
"Thanks." The door shut. Robert carried on with his homework. When he had finished he went to where his sister was working on the dinningroom table and helped her with her math. His mother was marking books on the other side of the table.
"Robert you do that well, you should be a teacher."
"I haven't decided yet Mum, but I thought that if I do alright I'd like to be a doctor or a lawyer."
"Well as long as you don't waste money, there should be enough in your fund for all the courses at university. But you must keep working at school."
Robert wondered if his mother knew that he had been caned that day for fooling around. If she did, she said nothing. After dinner he went and had a shower and then watched TV. It was not his turn to do the dishes that evening. There was a comedy on TV that he enjoyed and it was just finishing as his mother and sister came into the room. He switched channels as they were going to watch a current affair programme together. After it had finshed he went to bed after bidding his mother and sister goodnight.
In his room as he stripped off to get into bed he looked in the mirror at the four lines across his bum. He touched the welts gently, they were still quite sore to touch. As he was climbing into bed he heard the phone go and his mother's voice as she talked to the caller. Robert drifted off to sleep without having his usual nightly play with his _c_o_c_k_. He didn't hear the door to his room open or see his mother looking at him..........
In the morning at breakfast his mother said, "I had a call from your gym teacher last night."
"Yes, did he tell you that he had given me the cane?"
"Yes Robert and I was disappointed to hear that. At your last school you had an exemplary record both in studies and discipline. I hope that the 'Smith' boy is not a bad influence on you.
"Mum, he is the first friend I've made at that school, and we were just fooling about to wind up Sloan."
"That may well be the case, but I do not want to hear any more from your teachers about you fooling around, specially if you want to be a doctor or a lawyer. You have got to start acting responsibly now, not at some date in the future. Am I making myself clear?"
"Yes Mum."
"As I said last night I was very impressed with the way that you helped your sister with her math. You certainly have more talent for teaching than some of the teachers at school, but don't you tell anybody else that I told you that."
"Ok, and....thanks Mum."
"Well you had better get ready for school, and try and stay out of trouble," the last was said with a little smile.
Robert went to his room and got ready for school, grabbing his bag and making sure that all of his homework was in it, he went to his mother's room and wished her goodbye. At the corner he met Roger and they rode to school together. When they arrived they made their way to their lockers.
"Say Bob, we have 20 minutes before the bell. How's your bum this morning?"
"Still a bit tender, what about yours?"
"Bloody sore, that bastard Sloan rang my father and he laid into me with his belt, this morning. He must have given me at least 20 on the seat of my underpants. He caught me as I was running back to my room after my shower."
"Yeah, he rang Mum too. She jawed a bit and told me to stay out of trouble." All this talk of punishment was making itself felt. It felt as though his _c_o_c_k_ was trying to push its way through his underpants and shorts. At the moment he was thankful that at least briefs gave a bit more support in that area than boxers did.
"Come to the toilets there'll be no one there at the moment and you can rub some cold cream on my bum to cool it down a bit. They made their way to the toilet block and shortly Robert was able to see Roger's bum, which was bright red from the thrashing he had got that morning from his father. The six lines made by the cane were still prominent and were dark purple. Roger handed Robert the jar of cream. "Here's the cream. Be gentle for Gods sake."
Robert gently rubbed in the cream. "There you go all done," giving the fiery buttocks a gentle pat.
Roger pulled up his underpants and shorts and they went to assembly.
Two weeks later.
It was the end of October and the school had just changed into their summer uniforms of light cotton shirts with short sleeves, cotton drill shorts with sandals on the feet.
Robert was talking to Roger on the phone. "That'll be the day, you can get _f_u_c_k_ed......_f_u_c_k_ you too......There was a crash as the receiver was put forcibly into its cradle. His mother came into the passage where the phone was.
"Who were you talking to Robert? Was it that boy that led you astray at school? She was looking at Robert with spots of red in her cheeks. "Just as well Alison is not at home and did not hear that terrible language. Go to your room, I will be there shortly young man."
Robert turned to his room, he'd only just got inside and was about to shut the door when his mother came along the passage with her school belt in her hand. She gestured him to go into the room.
"I am really disappointed in you Robert. You were warned about using bad language in this house and obviously you need a reminder. Drop your jeans and bend over the end of your bed.
There was a pause as he pushed down his jeans and got over the end of the bed, wondering how many he'd get.
The belt landed hard. After five strokes he winced, but his mother kept belting him. After the eighth stroke he yelped, his bum completely on fire. The last two landed low on the tops of his thighs where there was no protection from his underpants. To Robert they seemed harder than the rest and he yelled at each hit.
From a distance he heard his mother say something about next time it would be on the bare bottom as she left the room. He crawled up his bed and slumped face down on pillow, his jeans still between his knees and ankles. Just wait until he got Roger at school tomorrow....
At school the following day he said, "Its your turn to rub my bum with cream you bastard."
"Why?"
"My bloody Mother heard me swearing at you on the phone and she thrashed my arse with her school belt."
"_f_u_c_k_ you Williams. You're just a wimp, whining about getting a few whacks on the arse from a woman. You should get a real hiding from a man and then you'd have something to whine about.
Robert felt his temper rising. "Take that back."
"_f_u_c_k_ you."
Robert dropped his bag on the floor of the corridor on the way to where their lockers were, and sprang on Roger knocking him to the ground. He had got a few punches in when he was hauled to his feet by a hand on his collar. When he was standing on his feet a voice barked in his ear. It was Mr Williams the Assistant Head.
"Stand there don't move."
Roger was then hauled to his feet.
"Pick up your gear and follow me." They followed. They were led to an office which had 'Assistant Headmaster' on the door. He gestured for them to stand in the front of the desk while he went around the behind it and sank into the chair.
"Now tell me what it is all about."
Roger started, "Well Sir, we were having a discussion...."
"Rubbish, you were having a fight and using foul language both of you. There are no excuses as both are expressly forbidden and are against the school rules. You both will be punished this afternoon after school. See me here at 3.35pm sharp. Now get out and go to assembly."
"Now see what you've done," said Roger as they made their way to assembly, dropping their bags at their lockers on the way. "If you thought Sloan could hit, wait till you get it from Williams. He can hit. Man we're going to be sore."
"Have you had it from him then?"
"No, but Tom Riley got it last term for smoking and when we saw his bum in the showers next day it was a mess. He was just about bleeding and he said that there was blood on his underpants the previous night."
They got to assembly on time and then to the first lesson of the day. Somehow Robert got through the day. Durring the afternoon he just about got caned for not paying attention, but got a detention instead. Then at the end of school he and Roger made their way to the Mr William's office.
Robert knocked on the door.
The door opened and Mr Williams stood there. "I want you to wait in the passage quietly as I am dealing with another matter." The door closed again and they waited. After what seemed like hours, but in fact was 5 minutes the door opened again. By now Robert felt queasy and he was wondering if he was going to be sick.
"Smith, get in here." The door shut.
Robert could hear voices murmering through the door. There was a pause........then a high pitched crack as a cane met a tightened backside. The crack was repeated at fifteen second intervals until six had sounded. Then the voice murmered a couple of times and the door opened.
Roger stood there and Robert looked at him in amazement. He had tears streaming down his cheeks. With a choke in his voice he said, "Go in Bob," and slumped, leaning against against the wall on his shoulder, rubbing at his buttocks furiously.
If Mr Williams reduced Roger to that, what was he going to do to me, thought Robert as with a sinking feeling he entered the office and closed the door behind him.
Mr Williams was standing behind his desk. A cane was laying on the desk along with what looked like a record book of some sort. He gestured Robert to stand where he had that morning in front of the desk.
"Williams, I am ashamed to have the same name as you. You have only been in this school since the beginning of the term and already you are in front of me to get a thrashing for out and out hooliganism. Using profane language and fighting. Before I thrash you what have you got to say for yourself."
"Is there any point Sir. You have already decided to cane me."
"I have talked to your mother and she tells me that you want to be a lawyer or a doctor. You won't get far if you are going to carry on like what you were doing this morning."
"Well Sir, I'll admit that I was fighting and swearing."
"I see. Your friend Smith told me that 'you had been provoked by him.' What do you say now?"
"Sir, I have nothing to add."
"Very well. Mr Williams picked up the cane and flexed it. "I want you to come to the side of my desk, bend over the back of the chair putting your hands down on the front legs as low as you can reach. You can keep your feet together, but I want your legs straight."
Numbly Robert did as he was told. After he had bent over into the requested position he felt a couple of light taps against the tightened seat of his shorts. He heard the high pitched swish and heard the crack, then suddenly white hot line of fire/pain errupted across both buttocks. He sucked in his breath sharply. Fifteen seconds later another swish and crack announced the arrival of stroke two followed fifteen seconds later by stroke three. Robert felt tears straining through the gaps from his tightly closed eyes and tightened his grip on the chair legs, biting down to keep from crying out.
Strokes four, five and six followed, Mr Williams working his way gradually down his buttocks with number six landing on the crease between thighs and buttocks. Robert seemed to wait an age before he heard the command to stand. Through the mist of tears he saw Mr Williams looking at him.
"You are a plucky lad Williams. I hope next time I have you in here it is not so unpleasent for you or me. You may go."
"Thankyou Sir, in a voice choked up as much as Rogers was a few minutes before. In a daze he found himself back in the corridor where he grabbed for his buttocks, cupping them in a squeeze rather than rubbing them. The pain seemed worse.
From a distance he heard a voice, "Come on mate, lets go and wash our faces before facing the world." Looking up he saw Roger still massaging his rear end, not quite so frantically as he had before Robert entered the office. They had just started to walk towards the toilets when Roberts mother came towards them along the corridor.
"I will see you when you get home Robert," as she passed them.
Robert looked after her, nowhe was in real trouble............
This is the end of the Bob series. Please drop me a line and let me know what you think. Ted