An early self-thrashing remembered.
As the bell rang for the last lesson of the day I wandered slowly across the school courtyard. As soon as it was deserted I strolled casually to the corner of the building. One last furtive glance behind me to check I was not being observed, then a quick sprint across the corner of the playing fields into the safety of the woods behind. I was free! The last place a fourteen-year-old boy wants to be on a warm summer afternoon is at school. I was no exception, however the purpose for my truant was a little unusual.
After a few minutes I could hear sounds of distant shouting from the playing field as the PE lesson that I should have been attending got underway. Turning away, I headed for the densest part of the wood, some distance from the footpath, where the foliage was thickest. Reaching a suitable clearing I stopped to listen. When I was sure I was completely alone I removed a small penknife from my blazer pocket, and began to examine the edges of the thicket. Selecting a thin straight branch I cut a length about 36 inches and removed the leaves. I was ready to start. A little work on my semi-erect dick and it was soon pointing skywards. I looked down at it, almost completely bald it looked like it should belong to a ten year old, not a boy of fourteen. Several weeks ago, after months of successfully hiding in corners or avoiding the school showers completely, my inadequacy had finally been noticed in the school changing rooms. Since then I had been the target of every joker and tease in the school that felt the urge to publicly divest me of my underpants. Only last week I had been ambushed on the way home and had my trousers and underwear thrown over a fence. I had to spend several humiliating minutes trying to recover them.
Lying face down on the warm musty ground I spread my legs slightly. Holding my breath, I stroked the switch slowly and gently across my smooth cheeks. The fear, excitement and anticipation caused me to shiver violently. Then without further delay, and with as much force as I could muster I brought the freshly cut switch crashing painfully down across my pale buttocks. The shock of the first stroke made me gasp and wince, but undeterred I continued to bring the stick down as hard as I could on my bare behind until it was really stinging. My dick shrivelled rapidly as if emphasizing my inadequacy, but this just made me beat my behind with even more vigour. With a loud swish and a crack the stick continued to exact punishment on my tender behind.
Every now and then I would pause briefly to regain my composure, then begin all over again. I writhed and groaned as the pain became unbearable. Eventually I could take no more and thrust a hand down between my legs and began to yank frantically at my limp dick. With one final sustained and painful assault on my backside, the inevitable happened. Despite, or maybe because of the intense pain in my behind, my dick began to stiffen again. Suddenly, in that unique mixture of pain, ecstasy and relief I came.
Having squeezed a few pitiful drops of semen from my rapidly shrinking dick I lay there panting and exhausted, completely unable to move. When my breathing finally returned to somewhere near normal I stood slowly and shakily and retrieved my clothes. Dressing as quickly as I could I headed for home, anxious to find a mirror in which to view my handiwork! As I rounded the top corner of the sports field the bell signalled the end of school. Soon after I heard the excited shouting of children as they poured out of the school. not looking back, I walked a little quicker. If anyone attempted to remove my underwear this afternoon they might see much more than just my bald dick!
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