WHAT 'it' IS REALLY LIKE..... IF
4.3 YOU ARE THE OWNER AND HEADMASTER OF A SMALL BUT
PRESTIGIOUS BOYS' SCHOOL THAT 'CANES' -
ONE OF THE PERKS....
(CHAPTER 3 - AND ANOTHER ONE!)
Then young Machado levered his lithe, naked body stiffly and cautiously off the chair and carefully lowered his bare feet to the floor, obviously doing his best to avoid moving his buttocks more than abso- lutely necessary in the process. His face, screwed up from both the effort and the pain in his rump, was, in spite of himself, tear-streaked, from which I could see that he had been and probably still was, in serious pain. Released from any constraints, the sturdy, almost full-grown young man began to perform the time-honoured jig of the flogged schoolboy, his long, limp penis and full scrotum swinging lewdly in time to his movements.
It was really no laughing matter, but the overall effect was so comical that both Haversham and I had to laugh; it was, however, friend- ly, congratulatory laughter, in which the brave youngster himself soon joined, only then placing his hands on his smarting tail, finding that they did not assist his cause, wrinkling his nose in distaste at the sight of the smears of blood on them and then again hopping rather stiffly from foot to foot in another effort at relieving some of the heat and sting that was still being generated in his well-whipped rump.
However, there was still unfinished business to attend to and, of the two boys, I was far angrier with Donovan, who, I felt sure, had been the prime mover in the escapade. I had such high hopes of and for him, both for his own sake and for his father's; He had been virtually assured of being a College Prefect, if not the Head Boy, in his final year and now the wretched lad had put everything at risk, for what sort of role model could be made of a boy who, during the previous year had received a sound bare tailed thrashing from the Headmaster for a serious breach of College Rules?
No sooner had that thought crossed my mind, however, than it was followed by the wry reflection that, in the eyes of the 'rabble', his prestige and authority would be greatly enhanced by his having shown a propensity for mischief himself and that, provided he survived the next few minutes without disgracing himself, he would emerge from my study with the entire student body, as well as a blazing bottom, behind him.
So it came as no surprise when it was Donovan, himself, who said, quiet- ly and almost apologeticly, "Would it be possible to get on with mine please, Sir?" I actually felt quite bad about having left the poor boy in suspense like that, especially as he had had such a close-up preview of what was in store for his own backside and so I tried to lighten the moment by asking Machado if he felt up to acting as Donovan's 'second' in his duel with the cane and was rewarded by a slightly tremulous grin and a silent nod of acceptance, as the pain in his nether cheeks must have peaked by then, to judge from the very hesitant way in which he moved his legs, on his way to the other side of the thrashing chair and which would have made casual speech a little difficult.
Being so much the taller of the two, Donovan was not only able to bend over the back of the chair easily, but also to keep his feet on the ground by merely standing on his toes, which gave him the advantage of being able to brace them and, thus, his legs, against the sting of his caning. However, I had the feeling that the next few moments would find him with both legs in the air, much like Morrie's, as the combin- ation of the lithe, wet cane and his bare backside sharply taught him the error of his ways. I noticed that he was again solidly erect and that he arranged his rampant genitals with some care when positioning himself for his hiding, a luxury which had been denied his shorter predecessor.
The view then presented to me was similar to, but yet totally different from, that which had been offered by the younger boy's naked rump. Whereas young Machado had a strong, short back and a full, well-rounded and prominent pair of buttocks, Donovan displayed a classical sprinter's physique, with broad, square shoulders, a deep chest and a long back which tapered smoothly and evenly down to those narrow hips and the trim and muscular, but relatively flat tail, which suddenly seemed pathetically small and vulnerable in relation to the three-foot stick with which I proposed to thrash it. Bent over sharply at the waist and with his long, bare thighs forming an inverted 'V', leading down to his firmly planted toes, the boy's rear view offered everything necessary for me to inflict a copy-book thrashing on his bare and helplessly exposed bottom, from the taut, dimpled and goose-bumped cheeks themselves, to the darker, soft-looking band of skin which marked his stretched-open crease area and the widely spread curves of his underbum, which was to provide me with a target for a few deliberately hard cuts, virtually amounting to a separate thrashing on their own, as the pain which they would cause and leave would not only transcend, but far outlive, that of any strokes which might land higher up on the firm, muscular cheeks themselves.
Whereas Machado was paying his first visit to my study for punishment, Haversham had found himself bent over that same chair on a few previous occasions, admittedly some years earlier but, I recalled, also bare- tailed on two of them. So, although he had no precedent for a thrash- ing of the severity which he was about to receive, he was no stranger to the feel of a fast-moving cane's impact on his naked flesh and, I felt sure, he was steeling hiself accordingly. With 10 strokes at my disposal this time, there was no reason why I should not whip the pert, upturned bottom soundly and from hip to thigh in the first seven cuts, reserving the eighth for a scorcher right in the crease and numbers 9 and 10 for a pair of diagonals which would put the younger boy's to shame and leave my current victim with a backside which would bear its scars, whether proudly or not, for some time to come.
I recalled vividly how uncomfortable and embarrassed the boy, then about 9 years old, had been during his admission interview, when his father, something of a rough diamond, had said, bluntly, "Howells, he's a good lad, but very wilful and headstrong. I know you will treat him fairly but firmly and will bring out the best in him and I want you to know and I am saying it in front of him, so that HE will also know, that you have my permission and I in fact expect you to thrash every strip of skin off his arse if he deserves it; there will be no reproaches from his mother or from me over ANY corporal punishment which he may have to receive while here."
It now looked as though those words were to be put to the test, but I realised that I would have to be careful that, in my irritation with him, I did not flog him more severely, given his extra cuts, than I had his younger accomplice.
Even at that stage, I had to allow myself a moment to admire the slim body which was bent, in all its naked beauty, over the back of the chair, its tense, smooth buttocks, their translucent, veined skin giving them a marble-like apearance, upthrust to form the apex of a perfectly positioned pair of legs, which were, again, spread widely enough to reveal, but not expose to danger, the boy's pulsing anus and retracted scrotum behind the distended root of his obviously still erect penis.
I laid my cane lightly but firmly across the centre of both cheeks and felt the flesh quivering through the rod. Bending my knees slightly as I pivoted, so as to be able to put maximum force into the stroke, I took the cane well back, mentally confirmed my aim and brought it for- ward with a sizzling hiss, to land squarely across its target, into which I forced it firmly, maximising its burn and bite as it crashed into both naked buttocks, its tip actually slamming home while its entire body was still in contact with about 12 inches of bare skin.
I doubt if young Donovan, or any other boy at College, had ever pre- viously felt a stroke of such intensity and even I was surprised at the results of such, possibly flukey, perfect timing. The creamy skin turned milk white in the vicinity of the cane, as all the blood was forced out of the area, but it came surging back, even before the cane was clear of the dent it had made. As I drew it back for the next stroke, a thick, livid weal seemed to spring up and out of both bare cheeks, a perfect 'tramline' with a white centre, stretching the boy's skin tightly as it lifted, finger-thick, above the surrounding flesh, to form an angry welt right across the middle of both cheeks and seeming to divide his entire body in two.
So severe was that first stroke that I was quite prepared for young Don- ovan to leap up, or, at least, lose his position, while grappling with its results and to forgive him for doing so, but, apart from an involun- tary 'ouch', he made neither sound nor movement, although I saw his knuckles whiten as he clung on to the arms of the chair and Machado's body tense slightly, as if it was taking some effort to hold his friend in place.
I then deliberately set about giving my errant senior the hiding of his young life. Steadily and methodically the cane hissed and snapped across its naked target, each cut raising a fresh, livid stripe to go with those already decorating the swollen, writhing bottom, as the teenager fought his way uncompromisingly through what must have been the most severe thrashing I had ever given ANY boy, let alone a bare-tailed one, until the 7th stroke landed, with a vicious snap across the lower part of both buttocks, about an inch above his crease. By then his legs were, as I had expected, flailing wildly as the suc- cessive waves of pain surged through them and I think he already knew what was coming next, because I heard what was almost a groan and saw his entire body go rigid as he steeled himself for the absolute agony of 'getting it in the crease', which was exactly where the 8th cut landed a few seconds later, wringing a lusty howl and a sob of agony from the unfortunate youngster, who was unable to prevent his wildly bucking hips from coming perilously close to sliding off the chair. However, a combined effort by both boys avoided this disaster and a few seconds later, Donovan had settled down again, with his crimson and purple and spectacularly welted backside ready for the rest of its thrashing, which HE probably still expected to consist of at least four cuts.
Two to go. These were, again, to form a cross, but this time I had to contend with a huge and not too clearly defined blood blister on the upper curve of his right cheek. I had no doubt but that, if I hit into it, we would have a blood-bath and so I carefully shortened the length of the 'business end' of my cane, before swinging it, as hard, but with less 'dwell' than before, on the slant, from low left to upper right, across both welted, naked cheeks, the resultant weal slicing into all those which it crossed but missing the blood blister by a clear inch; it did, however, force the strong young body into a leap of pure agony, which lifted it completely clear of the back of the chair, on to which the other boy's firm grip then guided it back with what must have been quite a painful thump.
I am sure that by then my well thrashed boys both realised that the 10th cut would be the last of Donovan's hiding and all three of us in- stinctively braced ourselves for that final stroke, which descended, from left hip to right crease, but without leaving the fleshy part of the boy's right buttock at all, with a snapping crack which assured me that the uncontrolable writhe and leap with which the naked body again bounded off the chair, was not simulated and that the blazing agony that was tearing through those very well-whipped haunches would still be throbbing in and gnawing at his loins for hours to come.
Once again, I rested my hand soothingly on the boy's naked, sweat-slick- ed back, told him it was over and, this time, helped him to his feet. To my surprise, he was still partially erect, but I tactfully ignored that detail and put the cane away while he did his little dance and Morrie put the chair back in its corner.
While Donovan's back was towards me I saw that any visual pleasure which might have been lost to me because of Morrie's darker skin, was more than adequately made up for by the truly spectacular results of an admittedly very sound thrashing on young Donovan's fair-skinned and, for practical purposes, virgin tail. The two, formerly smooth and white, but now swollen and heavily corrugated, buttocks were crossed by ten livid, crimson welts, each one bearing the twin purple, almost black, edges which are characteristic of a cane stripe. Between them, where the rod had not fallen, angry bruises were spreading, to complete the discolouration of a very soundly beaten young backside which, I felt sure, would force its owner to sleep on his stomach for a few nights.
I was hard put to it not to reach out to touch those throbbing weals and was restrained from doing so solely by not wishing to embarrass the boy or to possibly hurt him with even the lightest touch.
Then something occurred which took me so completely by surprise that I must attribute my handling of it to divine guidance only. Standing next to Donovan and while both of them were still cautiously massaging their smarting rumps, Morrie said, in a voice that was, however, some- what hesitant, "Sir, This was all my idea, not Don's, so I think that, to be fair, you have to give me two more cuts and I'd be grateful if I could have them now and get it over."
Haversham, as shocked as I, was staring fixedly in front of him, avoid- ing eye contact with me, from which I gathered that, although he was not prepared to contribute to his friend's downfall, what been said was probably the truth and that the two of them should have been treated the same.
Both boys were standing almost sideways on to me, so I was able, in a quick glance, to take in the angry, livid welting and bruising which already virtually covered Morrie's right buttock and could see that any further thrashing there, several minutes after the original whipping, would not only cause excruciating pain, but would also do considerable damage as, having lost both the position for and the rhythm of the earlier strokes, I would be hard put to it to avoid striking already caned flesh, with disastrous results.
However, as I said, guidance was at hand and, without missing a beat, I heard myself say, "Oh no, Machado. I assumed all along that you had been the prime mover in this jaunt and I beat you accordingly. Hav- ersham, however, received six cuts for going to St. Joan's and a further four for not only failing to exercise his authority in preventing the escapade, but actually aiding and abetting it. So, let there be no more talk of equal treatment or extra strokes, or I'll have you both back over that chair, just as you are, for another six each, for insolence.
The almost visible relaxation that followed made it clear that both boys accepted my verdict and that honour was satisfied all round.
Then, suddenly, it was all over. Both boys offered a handshake, which I returned firmly and with admiration and I was then intrigued to see them prepare to leave my study just as they were, stark naked and with their soundly thrashed tails unashamedly exposed. In reply to my query, Donovan, always the spokesman, volunteered that putting their speedos on again 'would hurt too much and anyway, we're going to have to take them off to show everyone, so why bother', a logic with which I couldn't argue, so a moment later, the door closed behind a pair of the most comprehensively welted and swollen bottoms that I had ever seen and left me wondering if I had not, perhaps, been too hard on the boys, whose conduct was, in general, exemplary.
I positioned myself close to the window, so as to be able to observe, unobserved, the reaction of the again hushed crowd of boys to the emergence of the pair of naked delinquents, but, as the minutes stretched on, it became obvious that they had decided against toughing it out, to that extent at any rate and had probably gone, via the back door, to their own house where, I had no doubt, they would attend to each others, as well as their own, injuries, both mental and physical.
(TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 4 - THE AFTERMATH)