Mr. Wilkins, one of the Housemasters at Grange Court School was relaxing in his favourite armchair in the quiet of the staff room. He was roused from his reverie by a loud knock at the window. Jumping up he automatically assumed some daring boy was messing about. He strode across to the window and was surprised to see Deakin, the groundsman, gesticulating. Pushing up the sash the Housemaster enquired what was happening. The groundsman, a taciturn Scot of middle age, grunted.
"Mr. Wilkins, Ive just spied two laddies sneakin' into one o' the potting sheds...........ye had better come and see for yourself!"
The Housemaster angrily nodded, his peace disturbed, and lowered the sash. Striding from the staffroom he grabbed up a large old gym shoe from the top of the cupboard by the door. Joining the groundsman they made their way across the lawns to the back of the building where the kitchen garden was situated and threading their way through a maze of narrow pathways they finally arrived at a group of sheds. This area was strictly out of bounds to the boys.
"Which shed Deakin?"
The groundsman pointed to the middle of the three. The Housemaster approached the structure, then with a swift movement he tugged at the door. To his surprise it didn't open. Banging loudly he shouted,
"Whoever is inside.........open this door immediately!"
He listened carefully and could discerne a huried shuffling. After a lapse of several seconds the door opened. The Housemaster stepped into the large shed followed closely by the groundsman. Two thirteen year old boys stood sheepishly to one side.
"What are you boys doing in here?!"
The two blushed and looked at the floor but remained silent.
"I asked a question.........why are you both out of bounds?"
One of the boys, Robbins, spoke up.
"Sorry Sir..........we, well, we were just talking Sir, somewhere private Sir!"
The Housemaster reached forward and took a firm grip on the boys ear. Squeezing hard he tugged down so that the boy was forced to lower his head to one side.
"The Headmaster has seen fit to provide you boys with a comfortable common room AND a well furnished library........you DO NOT NEED TO SIT IN A SHED IN ORDER TO HOLD A CONVERSATION!"
Robbins was squirming as his ear got hotter in the masters grip.
"Owwww Sir.....pleeeease Sirrrrrrr!!!!"
"I will ask again, why are you boys in here.......were you smoking?!"
"Sir, no Sir, we wouldn't Sir!" said Jenkins, the other boy.
At the same moment, Deakin the groundsman who had been furtively inspecting his domain announced triumphantly,
"Ha!......here is what the laddies had Sir!"
He held out a magazine. The Housemaster glanced at the lurid cover and grimaced.
"Since when have you boys been interested in 'Health and Efficiency' he enquired sarcastically.
Both boys went beetroot red in the face.
"Sir, please Sir.........we, we......well Sir, its........."
Releasing his grip on the boys ear the Housemaster took the magazine from deakin and flung it onto the workbench.
"Don't bother to explain boy......I know very well what it's use was, it also explains the length of time it took for you to open the door!.......you know the Headmasters views on this matter..........."
He trailed off, not finishing his sentence. Both boys knew very well the Headmasters almost pathological abhorence of what he termed 'self abuse'. So strong were the middle aged Headmasters views on the whole matter of masturbation, that he had, many years ago ordered that all doors and partitions between lavatory pans were to be removed so that there was nowhere a boy could 'abscond to' in order to 'violate himself'. It was one of the more bizarre aspects of Grange Courts School that new boys found a little disturbing. Finding themselves required to defecate in full view of others! The Headmaster also regularly reminded the boys in morning assembly that 'self abuse'was punishable with a bare bottom caning of the upmost severity.
Deakin the groundsman grinned to himself. One of the pleasanter aspects of his job in his view, was the fact that he frequently witnessed masters thrashing boys, albeit through a window or from a distance. He also took great pleasure in applying his own belt to the backside of the slow witted fifteen year old 'gardeners boy' who worked under his instruction. He immediately determined to position himself near the Headmasters study window when the boys were present. However, to his surprise he was delighted to hear the Housemaster continue,
"I will of course report this matter to the Headmaster as soon as we return to the school building. In the meantime I am going to slipper you both for breaking bounds AND wasting mine and Mr. Deakins time!.......Robbins you first......blazer off, shirt out and bend!"
The boy quickly removed his blazer, tugged at his shirt and pulled it free from the back of his short trousers. He bent over.
"Right down boy!.......I want that bottom right out!"
Robbins touched his toes and thrust his backside out. Deakin who was leaning against the workbench quickly put his hand in his pocket as he surveyed the bending boy, his young bottom clearly defined as the short trousers stretched tightly across the buttocks. The Hosemaster reached down and flipped the boys shirt back exposing the boys backside. Pulling the plimsol from his jacket pocket Mr. Wilkins raised it high and then with great ferocity swung it down onto the boys protruding bottom. There was a tremendous 'THWACK!' as the rubber sole made contact.
The boy clenched his teeth as the the biting sting of the slipper turned to a deep burning throb. The Housemaster expertly slippered the bending boy. He used a routine which never varied. First stroke to the middle of the boys bottom, second to the right cheek, third to the left cheek, fourth to the right cheek again but lower down, fifth to the left cheek again lower, then the sixth stroke to the middle of the bottom again. Such a 'technique' ensured that as much of the bottom was soundly beaten as possible. If more than 'six' was applied the routine was just repeated. In his experience as a Teacher no boy had ever managed to go past the third stroke without crying which was not surprising...........thirteen stone of healthy man behind the swing of a rubber soled gym shoe was no light punishment!
After Robbins had recieved his 'six of the best' he was instructed to get up and 'dress'. With tears streaming the boy gingerly attempted to tuck his shirt back in. Stiffly he pulled his blazer on and stood still, desparate to rub his throbbing, burning bottom, but not daring to in front of the Housemaster. Deakin, watching intently, was almost beside himself with pleasure, it was the closest he had been to a thrashing.
"Jenkins!.......bend!"
Jenkins, already having difficulty in holding back his tears, miserably removed his blazer and pulled his shirt free. Sniffing, and with trembling knees he bent over. However, he didn't bend to the Housemasters satisfaction and was rewarded with a tremendously hard slap to his bottom from the Housemasters hand.
"TOUCH YOUR TOES BOY!"
Then followed 'six of the best' administered with great expertise and no little enthusiasm on the part of Mr. Wilkins. The sound of the rubber sole landing on the boys bottom echoed loudly in the confines of the shed and the vocal response to each stroke left no doubt as to the fact that Mr. Wilkins slipper was making its mark!
Deakin, watching the Housemaster swing the slipper down stroke after stroke could hardly contain himself, his left hand, buried deep in his pocket, was firmly pressing down on his swollen memer in order that there should be no visible evidence of his state! Then, at the fifth stroke of Jenkins slippering, something happened that had never occured before to the man........he felt himself ejaculating into his underpants!........to the sound of the final 'whack' of the plimsol he let out a deep breath as a great burst of semen soaked into the cotton of his underwear. With great effort he controlled his features and very gently squeezed the last drops of cum from his slowly softening penis.
"Very well.......get up Jenkins!"
The boy, sobbing, slowly rose to a standing position. He gently stuffed his shirt back into his shorts and picked up his blazer. The Housemaster returned the gym shoe to his pocket then placed a large hand on the back of each boys neck and herded them out of the shed. At the door he turned and addressed the groundsman who was now standing with his back to the door.
"Thankyou for your assistance Deakin"
"Not at all Sir, only doin' ma duty!"
As the master guided the boys back towards the school building both attempted to diminish the pain in their bottoms by thinking of other things, unfortunately, the only image either of them could conjour up was that of their impending interview with the Head'........both knew a severe caning was inevitable, and it was known that the Headmaster caned with cold detachment twinned with an expertise gathered through long years of practise. Each stroke of the cane was meticulously applied to a bare bottom as the boy, shorts and underpants lowered to his ankles, was bent across the arm of the Headmasters sofa. For their 'crime' it was a mandatory 'twelve of the best', and, what made the punishment for 'self abuse' even worse was the fact that it was decreed that every night for one week following the caning, the boy was slippered, through pyjamas, by a Housemaster immediately before getting into bed. The Headmasters logic being that a 'sore bottom' would give the boy something else to concentrate on as he lie there.
Five minutes later they were standing outside the Head's study as they listened to the rumble of voices within. Mr. Wilkins was no doubt giving the Head' a graphic account of their misdeed.
Still red eyed, Robbins whispered to his friend,
"Why is it called 'six of the BEST'?"
Having experienced numerous painful slipperings and a few canings neither could imagine why it wasn't termed 'six of the WORST!'
The study door opened and Mr. Wilkins appeared.
"In you go boys!............................"