"Now, boys, I will demonstrate what can happen if you misbehave here. Come out to the front, Paul."
It was the new class, the thirteen year old boys, with the Principal, Mr Jones.
Paul was in his new school uniform. Grey blazer, shirt, long trousers and socks. Silver and blue tie. Black leather shoes. He had short light brown hair, blue eyes, smooth complexion, was average height for his age, slender but quite muscular. He came to the front and climbed the two steps to the dais.
Mr Jones went to a cupboard and removed his crook handled cane. "Ever been caned Paul?" he asked.
"No Sir," Paul almost whispered.
"Speak up, boy!"
"No, Sir," he repeated, a shake in his voice.
"We don't just cane, here," Mr Jones said. "We embarrass shy young boys like you. Take off your blazer."
Still not knowing what was coming, Paul removed his blazer and, as instructed, put it over the principal's desk.
"Take off your shoes."
Paul stooped and removed them. He felt a little flustered now. Why did he have to take off his shoes?
"Stand here." Mr Jones propelled him by the shoulders to the front of the dais. "Hands on head, like this." He clasped Paul's hands on his head, then reached round from behind him and unknotted his tie, pulling it off. Paul was blushing a little.
"I turn naughty boys back into little boys," Mr Jones said to the class, unbuttoning Paul's shirt to his belt. "Little boys don't know how to undress." He reached round and undid Paul's trouser belt.
The class was very quiet.
He undid Paul's trouser buttons and zip fly. Paul's trousers dropped to his ankles.
There was a little titter from the class. Paul was red now.
Mr Jones undid the rest of Paul's shirt, put his arms by his side and removed it.
There was a gasp from the class. He was just in bright white briefs and bright white cotton vest, obviously both brand new.
"Take off the trousers."
Paul wanted to argue but he didn't dare. He took off his trousers and handed them over.
"Very well boys, you may sit on the tables at the front".
The boys moved forward, much closer to Paul. He felt himself begin to sweat.
Mr Jones untucked his vest and pulled it off. Now he was just in briefs and short grey socks.
"Hands on head."
Bare chested, flushed, he obeyed.
"This is how I embarrass boys. Let it be an example to you." Mr Jones pulled Paul's briefs to his ankles. There was a louder titter as his soft circumcised _c_o_c_k_ and well developed balls, all hairless, came into view.
"Who will look after Paul's briefs for him?" the principal asked.
"I will Sir."
A grinning boy came up and took Paul's underpants after he had stepped out of them.
The Head manoeuvred a wooden desk to the front of the dais. "Bend over this."
He had Paul bend over it, legs well spread, his bottom facing the class.
He lay his cane on Paul's naked cheeks and smiled at the class. Drawing it back, he brought it down. Paul yelled. Mr Jones held one hand down on Paul's back and struck again three more times before letting him up to dance and rub his reddened bottom.
"Very well, back to your seats. You can keep your clothes off, Paul, for the rest of today's lessons..."