Note: Although at the end of Bob 04 I wrote that it was the end of the Bob series, I have had several requests for more of Bob, so he shall appear in this new story, as the main character.
Robert Williams had been given six of the best at school after beiing caught fighting and swearing by the Assistant Head. His mother was also a teacher at the same school, she had taken her school strap to him a couple of times for uncouth behaviour at home. His father had been killed in a car accident earlier in the year. (If you want more details, read Bob 01- 04).
When he got home from school Robert went to his room. He was not interested in doing homework all he wanted to do was rub his flaming bum. Roger, his friend had advised him to rub some of his mother's cold cream on it to take out the sting, but Robert had some 'Solarcaine' that he was going to use. Once in his bedroom he pushed down his shorts and then started to push down his underpants. The pain was terrible. Turning his back to his mirror he could see blood had soaked through his underpants in several places.
Wincing he went into the bathroom and got a wash cloth and wet it. He soaked the back of his underpants gently and carefully eased them down. Drying his bum gently with a soft towell, he picked up the dirty underpants and threw them into the laundry hamper in the bathroom before rushing back to his room. His mother knew he had been caned and when she had seen him in the corridor at school just after the caning she had looked very angry. He looked in the mirror. There were six lines evenly spaced horizontally across his bottom all very angry looking red. The skin had broken in several places. Still looking in the mirror he got the Solarcaine and rubbed it gently over his bum. The cooling effect was fantastic and he started to feel better straight away. Up until then he had forgotten all about the effect that whacking his bum usually had on him, but now a warm glow started and gradually his _c_o_c_k_ thickend and stretched without him touching it.
He looked at the clock at his bedside and saw that it was nearly 4.30pm and that his mother would be home with his sister shortly. He got out some clean underpants and put them on pulling the waistband out at the back to avoid it rubbing the sore area. He had just pulled his shorts up when he heard his mother's car arrive. He went into the passage and started towards the kitchen intending to get a couple biscuits and a glass of milk. The door opened and his mother and sister were on the step.
When they came inside his sister looked at him, said hi softly and went straight to her room. His mother looked at him for a while.
"Robert, I am very disappointed. You and I will have a very serious talk after dinner." She also went into her room and shut the door.
He went onto the kitchen wondering if that meant that his backside would be lit up again with her belt after dinner. Grabbing a glass of milk and a couple of biscuits he went back to his room and taking his pillow sat very gently at his desk and started his homework. Every so often he raised himself and gently rubbed his bum.
Around 6pm his sister told him through the door that dinner was ready. It was a silent meal with nothing much being said by anyone and after dinner Robert washed and dryed the dishes as it was his turn, while his mother and sister watched TV in the lounge. When he had finshed the dishes and put everything away he went to the lounge and said, "I've finshed."
His mother looked up, Go to your room. I will be along shortly."
As he went miserably back along the passage to his room Robert was just about ready to cry. Sure he told himself, I was breaking the rules, but no one seems to be interested in my side. Now I suppose, I'm going to get another hiding. He went into his room and shut the door quietly.
About fifteen minutes later he heard the closing music for the news and then a short time later his mothers footsteps coming along to his room. She knocked and without waiting for him to say anything came into the room. To his relief he did not see the belt in her hand, but a booklet.
"Robert I want you to listen to me carefully.
"Ok Mum."
"A few weeks ago you told me that you want to be a lawyer or a doctor and I am very happy to help you any way that I can. But you are going to ruin your chances if you carry on the way you are doing. Therefore, after talking with Mr Williams, I am going to enrol you at a Weekend School called Lester House. I have the prospectus here and I want you to read it through. I will come back in thirty minutes and answer any questions. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mum."
She handed him the book and turned and left the room.
He looked at the cover of the booklet. A buff colour with blue fancy script on it Lester House and under that, J. L. Northrop MA Hons Dip Ed.
Opening the booklet to the first page he started reading. The first page explained where the school was and gave broad outlines of the staff of three and what it hoped to achieve with the students sent there. It went on to say that a maximun of eight students were enroled at any one time. Turning the page Robert started to read about the rules.
The first one was listed
1. Attendance: Students once they are enroled shall report for school no later than 5pm on Friday. School will be until 5pm on Sunday. Lateness will not be tolerated.
2 Uniform: Students will report in their current school uniform. If long trousers are worn, they are to be changed to shorts. They will also bring with them clean gym gear. The student will be neat and tidy at all times.
3. Sports: All students are expected to play sports and there is a fully trained physical education teacher on the staff. If the weather is inclement, there is an indoor fully equipt gym complete with a full size swimming pool.
4. Lessons: All subjects are taught. We work in consultation with the students school and see where they need the most assistance.
5. Discipline: Weekend School believes in firm traditional style discipline, giving the student clear guidelines. Corporal punishment is used.
6. Holidays: School holidays are also catered for if necessary. This is by private arrangement.
Robert sat there wondering what on earth he had done to merit getting sent to such a place. He helped around the house, mowed the lawns and helped in the garden all without complaining, and now this. It just wasn't fair. He may as well be in prison.
When his mother came back to his room, seeing him looking so sad, she just about relented, then thought if I do he'll get away with everything. She came into the room and sat on his bed.
"Well Robert?"
"I don't know Mum. Surely I haven't done something bad enough tobe sent away to this place every weekend."
"No son you haven't, but I am at my wits end and I don't want you turning into a hooligan like the Smith boy. Look it is eight weeks to the end of term, if you don't play up at school and behave yourself around the house during the week, I will talk with you and we will make a decision then, on whether or not you will continue to attend Lester House."
"Ok Mum."
"Good son. You will start at Lester House this coming Friday. Now if you want to, you can come and watch TV."
"No thanks Mum, I'm going to have a shower and go to bed early. I'm rather tired."
"Ok Robert," she got up and left the room.
Robert got up and went to his drawers and got clean underwear then went to the bathroom to have a shower. Climbing under the hot shower he yelped when the hot water struck his bottom. Quickly he adjusted the water till it was tempid and then quickly washed himself all thoughts of having a leisurely wank under the shower forgotton. After drying himself he peeked around the bathroom door and seeing the coast was clear scampered back to his room without putting on his underwear. Once in his room he gently rubbed another application of Solarcaine on his still sore bum and got into bed nude. Laying on his side he slowly rubbed his now stiff _c_o_c_k_ until he was just about ready to come. Grabbing a small hand towell he covered the end of his _c_o_c_k_ before stroking himself again until he came in giant spurts.
He had just cleaned up and covered himself with blankets, turned out the light when his mother opened the door softly and seeing him in darkness, shut it again.
Next day at school when he met Roger they talked as they went to assembly together.
"Bob, sorry about yesterday. I didn't know that you would get so angry that you would start a fight."
"I'm sorry too. How is your behind this morning?
"Very sore. As usual as soon as my dad heard that I had been in trouble he laid into with his strap. That on top of six of the best soon had me yelling, but that didn't stop him. How's yours?"
"I am sitting very carefully at the moment. My Mum has gone off at the deep end though and I've got to go to a weekend school, called Lester House."
"Jeez man, that's worse than going to reform school. My brother's friend that is 18 months older than me went there and he told some pretty wild tales of the life there."
"Well, if I behave myself it is only till the end of term so here's hoping." They went into assembly.
For the rest of the week they behaved themselves. Robert hoping that his mother would relent, but that was not to be.
On Thursday evening she said to him, "Robert I want you to pack your weekend bag with all you will require. You have read what is required. If you leave anything out, you will face the consequences."
"Yes Mum." Going to his room, he finshed his homework and then went to the lounge to watch a current events program. After that finished he packed up his bag. He left it open so that he could pack his toothbrush the following morning.
On the way to school his mother said, "All you need from school is your homework plus pens and pencils, they have everything else you will need. I will meet you at the gate at 3.45pm, don't be late."
"Yes Mum." At school he got out of the car and went into assembly. School dragged through the day and he kept up with the lessons, keeping out of trouble trying to be a model student. All to soon 3.45pm came around and at the due time he met his mother and they drove to Lester House.
After driving for nearly three quarters of an hour they had left the suburbs behind and went into rolling country side where the green fields made a nice change from the usual cityscape the Robert knew. If he hadn't been going to what he now thought was 'Weekend Prison' instead of school, he might have enjoyed the drive. But at exactly one hour after leaving school, Robert's mother swung the car left between two brick pillars, one of which had Lester House on it. The car rolled up a driveway lined with trees on one side and a playing field on the other. Once past the playing field the drive swung left there stood an imposing house of three stories.
Stopping in the area at the front of the house they got out of the car. Robert grabbed his bag from the back seat, plus his school satchel and followed his mother to the door. A sign on the door told them to enter and ring the bell at the reception desk if no one was there. They did. After waiting a minute a tall woman dressed in a dark dress came out of a room and stood behind the desk.
"Mrs Williams and Robert?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Mr Northrop will be with you shortly. If you will follow me please." She led the way down the passage to a door on the left about halfway along, opened it and motioned for them to go in. "Please take a seat." She left them and went back to the desk.
After waiting several more minutes the door opened again and a man stood there. He was over six feet tall and looked fit with a short sleeved shirt, open at the throat, dark hair neatly cut. Like the lady that had greeted them at the door, he said, "Mrs Williams and Robert?"
"Yes."
"I am John Northrop. I have your letter and a copy of Roberts scholastic achievements so far. I understand that he will be with us for the next eight weeks, and then the position will be reviewed. Is that correct?"
"Yes," said Roberts mother.
"Very good. I can see that he is not doing so well with History and Geography and I think we can help him there. We will give him assignments to do during the week, and that will keep him busy as he will be expected to do that as well as his homework."
"Mr Northrop, Robert is not a hooligan roaming the streets," said his mother. "He needs some assistance in self discipline, not to be led by others easily into trouble. I wrote about the reasons in my letter."
"Quite Mrs Williams. The assignments will be designed to keep Robert's mind focused on what he wants to achieve. Now I will show you to room, Robert, that will be your home away from home for the next eight weekends. You come too Mrs Williams." He led the way out of the office and through a door way and up some narrow stairs to the second floor. On this floor are the students rooms and the two main class rooms. Each can hold five students. Further along this passage is the bedrooms each boy has his own, which is his solely, while he comes here and at the end is Mr Heslip's quarters. He is the physical education expert and he keeps a weather eye on the boys after hours so to speak. He opened a door with Robert's name already displayed in the slot, on it. The door opened into a room just about the same size as the one at his mother's home. It had a small desk and chair with a light on the desk, a bed and a small cabinet alongside the bed.
"Robert, stack you gear in the cabinet while your mother and I go over the paper work downstairs and when you have finished that knock on Mr Heslip's door and tell him who you are. Understood?"
"Yes Sir."
"Very well. I can see that you and I are going to get on well together. Giving a small smile he turned and left the room waiting for Roberts mother to follow.
"Robert I will be here just after 5 on Sunday. Try to enjoy yourself and learn what you can."
"Yes Mum." He wasn't to sure what would be here to enjoy. Sometimes parents say the most stupid things he thought.
"Well son, goodbye."
"Goodbye Mum."
His mother left with Mr Northrop and Robert unpacked his bag and stacked the contents in the cabinet. He went along the passage to the door at the end and knocked. After a moment the door was opened by a young man about ten years older than Robert.
"Yes?"
"I'm Williams, Robert Williams." There was a pause. "Sir."
"Well Williams, you got the sir in just in time. Lets go to your room and see if everything is shipshape and tidy." They went back to Robert's room and once there Mr Heslip motioned for Robert to open the cabinet which he did. "Not too bad Williams. Keep it like that. In the morning before breakfast the room will be inspected and it will be expected to be as it is now, is that clear?"
"Yes Sir."
"Now Robert, this place is not all doom and gloom. Normally if the weather is good, and it supposed to be this weekend, you have two hours inside at lessons in the morning followed by an hour outside playing sport or swimming. Then an other hour of lessons. Wakeup is 6.30am and first lesson starts at eight. We aim to keep you busy all weekend." While they were talking the sounds of voices started coming along the passage. "Ah the boys have arrived. Now as I was saying. After lunch there is 30 minutes free time for you to study or relax, then more lessons for two hours then another break on the field so you don't get too brain dead. You will find the lessons quite intensive. Dinner is around 6pm and after dinner there is the days work to review, plus any homeworkthat you didn't complete on Friday following your arrival. So after dinner you come back here and work on your homework from school. Any questions?"
"No Sir."
"Fine, Around 8pm on Friday and Saturday there is usually a gooduplifting movie shown in the lounge downstairs which is next to the dinningroom. Tonight it is the latest version of David Copperfield." Going to the door he called, "Gooder."
An other note: This is the first saga of Weekend School. Hope you all enjoyed it. While there was no whacking in this one, Bob is still getting over the last one he had.