Growing up as a small boy, one could say Ryan Fenton lives a shelter life. His parents are an upper-middle class bourgeoisie busy with their careers and keeping the appearance that everything is well and proper. What could the boy possibly complain about? His parents provide arrangements such as schooling, clothing, shelter, and the occasional weekends with Mum, Dad, and Sis Anna. Barnaby Fenton himself attended the prestigious Harrow School as a boy. He studies History at Oxford and went on to receive an MBA from Cambridge. Evelyn Ashworth-Keates attended Moira House South of Eastbourne. Evelyn was a forensic scientist-turned novelist with best sellers such as The Secret Opponent, O'reailly's Weekend Retreat, and Torpids' Oath. The couple have met at a company brunch, as Barnaby hosted a seminar for upper management at Ruther Mills, a conglomerate aggressively expanding in southeast Asia. They courted for some time and really enjoyed each others company. They both enjoyed the cosmopolitan lifestyle and felt their background and interests are very similar. At times, the young couple wouldn't see each other for months. They either played phone tag or corresponded letters of endearment. Barnaby has his travel arrangements with the firm working long hours. It didn't bother him, he was young and away from family and friends. Work just seemed like a natural course of progression. Evelyn has hectic book tours and engagements with her publisher. While dating, Evelyn was living in a comfortable flat on the outskirt of London. Two years after their courtship, while Evelyn visited Hong Kong for a week. Barnaby proposed under the inky velvet sky while lights reflected off the bay like precious diamonds shimmering all its glories. Years went by and the Fentons comfortably settled in Hong Kong. Anna is almost grown and she is looking forward to attending her father's alma mater at Cambridge. The elder Fentons had placed Ryan in boys boarding school because that's the way boys are supposed to be brought up. The school helps youngster reach maturity. It gives the boy a sense of community and loyalty. They felt the boy was unfocused and needed much discipline whom the parents weren't able to provide due to their busy lifestyle. Ryan spends most weeks at the prestigious Royal Walden Bury Boys Academy. The school is high above Lion Mountain over looking the magnificent Hong Kong Bay. Although, Ryan has made friends at the Academy, he prefers spending weekends with his family. He felt the school is stifling at times with its monotonous activities, and every moment of his waking hours are planned like a travel itinerary. Having been his third year at the school, he simply grew tired of the never-ending commotions. At 5:30 A. M., the boys are up tidying their beds and washing up in preparation for physical training. After PT ends at 7 A. M., the boys grab a quick bite inside the cafeteria before returning to the dorm dressing for class. The boys donned the traditional uniform: such as a white shirt, the matching vest and blazer with the school's crest displayed proudly on the front pocket, grey short, long grey knee-high socks with a blue and red stripes at the top, cap, and tie for the day's lesson. At noon, the boys break for half an hour for lunch, and attend chores for their prefects before returning to afternoon lessons. 3 O'clock allows most kids an hour to goof off before attending organized sports of their choosing. Most boys prefer rugby, swimming, or a game of cricket to vent off their feelings, or at least enjoy the masculine competitiveness. Dinner begins at 6 P. M. and study-hour lasts for two hours. Lights out at 9:30 P. M. for underclassmen, while prefects can stay up an additional hour.
Willis Chaisty age 17 is four years Ryan's senior. The upperclassman is a good student who excels in every topic and gets along well with the faculty and classmates. Besides swimming, cricket is his favorite sport. He is a First Lieutenant at the school's Junior Naval Corp. and plans to fly for the Royal Navy after receiving an Engineering Degree from Oxford. The lad takes his study seriously and prides his attention to details as a sign of excellence. He first met Ryan a year earlier, when Ryan was only 12, entering the Elmfield House which provides dormitory style housing for 50 boys. Willis thought the 4' 9" small framed, freckled, blond hair lad was cute. Over the year, he concluded that the lad was intellectually capable in school works, but lacked motivation to give his all. Ryan's aloofness galvanizes Willis Chaisty's desire to mold the lad. The only way to have Ryan's attention was to become his prefect. Before the Lent Half was out, Chaisty submitted, Mr. Nolan the Headmaster, a request to have Fenton as his new charge. Several weeks prior to summer recess, Chaisty received the confirmation. The headmaster applauded Chaisty's concerns for an underclassman's welfare, and agreed that young Fenton needs extra discipline and guidance to become an exceptional young man. Chaisty knew the new school year would bring about new changes in Fenton's life. The new year is also a time to unleash Chaisty's long held sadistic flair upon the new charge.
First day of school is very hectic, moving personal belonging back to the dorm, and saying goodbyes to Mum and Dad. The elder Fentons assured Ryan that exciting things will happen in the new year. They emphasized Ryan's need to improve his grades to visit Tokyo the following summer. Moving back to the old dorm seemed oddly comforting. Ryan was anxious to find out what Eddie, Zach, and Preston did for the month off. Although, he doesn't have many friends, the guys have always been there for him. They do all the dumb things like throwing water balloons on an unsuspecting passerby, or Zach occasionally sneaks a Playboy magazine from his frequent weekend home visits. After lunch, the gang got together to catch up. Eddie has been assigned to Dunwell and he wasn't happy about it. Preston was relieved to fag for Bebington since he has a warm pleasant personality. Everyone seems to like Bebington because he tries to befriend lower class men, and makes himself available. Zach will fag for Prunier, a slightly melancholic lad that can be a rascal occasionally. Ryan told the gang that he isn't sure who to fag, since no one has told him the big mystery yet. He was hoping maybe Naylor or Squire might be his new prefect. He doubted that he would be lucky enough to get a slacker. Ryan just wants to get through school and moved to America and enjoy being himself without the British upper lip non senses. As luck would have it, Chaisty with a slight smirk enters the dorm and headed toward the boys.
"Ah just the lad I wanted to see! Fenton, I am Willis Chaisty and I am your new prefect. I live down the hall, won't you please stop by my room at one?"
"Sure" Ryan said indifferently. He already has a knot in his stomach. After Chaisty left, the boys began to speculate Ryan's fate. Being his first year as a prefect, they could only wonder what kind of prefect he will be. The boys knew that Chaisty is an overachiever, but whether he will go easy on Fenton is another matter.
Ryan knocks on Chaisty's door at 1PM sharp and didn't hear a response. Palms sweaty he knocks on the door again. This time Chaisty answers by telling Ryan to enter. Ryan enters the room, looking around the spacious quarter. The 15' X 12' room was bigger than any other room he had seen afforded to prefects. It certainly does allow privacy and stretching room. Next to the bed is a nice collection of books. A chair and a desk sit in one corner of the room. There are two doors to the side of the room.
Presumably, one is a private bath and the other leads to a closet. The place seems immaculate, everything seems in place. Ryan stands by the desk in front of his new prefect.
"Fenton, I am pleased to have you as my fag. I assure you it will be a learning experience. Good lord knows, I've fagged for two years and it does some good. It builds character, a little discipline is good for the soul. Wouldn't you agree?"
"I, I . . . um, wouldn't know" Fenton acknowledges.
"Speak up young man, and address me as Sir, is that understood?"
"Um yes Sir, I am sorry Sir" Ryan has a feeling this next year will be a challenge.
Chaisty reached into a draw, and hands Fenton a booklet. "This is your handbook, which you will become very intimate of. It details how I expect you to conduct yourself accordingly. If you slip up, there will be consequences and I have imaginative ways to punish my fag. I suggest you make efforts to follow my rules, is that understood?"
"Ye yes Sir" Fenton answered warily.
"Good! Believe it or not, I've been keeping an eye on you and you need lots of improvements. Your grades are a disgrace. You will make straight A's in all your course work from now on. Anything less, will be paid by your bottom. You will spend most of your free time in my room doing chores, studying, or performing corrective training. Now, we need an inspection." Chaisty walked behind Fenton and barked "stand up straight boy. Eyes front, with your palms straight to your side. Much better lad." Chaisty begins to look the young charge up and down with his shrewd eyes. "When did you last get a hair cut?"
"Sir, it has been a few weeks"
"I expect your hair clear above your eyebrows and ears! Why aren't your long knee socks pulled upward as it should?"
"I, I am not sure"
"Forgetting something?"
"Oh, ah I am sorry Sir"
"Don't worry Fenton, you will remember after this session. I see scuff marks on your shoes, must have been busy."
"Sir, I have been busy, moving all the stuff back into the dorm. I, I . . . Geez"
"Quiet Fenton, I haven't given you permission to speak yet lad. Yes, yes, you need a lot of work on I see. Have you been caned before?"
"Uh yes Sir, several times by Mr. Nolan and during study hours."
"Well you are about to be caned again young man." Chaisty opens his closet and produced a lithe 3-foot Jr. cane. Chaisty is enjoying the introductory session. He flexed the cane several times menacingly producing a whoosh. "I think Six of the Best will suffice for now." He can see Fenton is beginning to tremble a little, nervously wiping his sweaty palms on the sides of the short. "Assume the position!" declared Chaisty. Fenton nervously lowered himself and grabbed the front edge of the desk. Chaisty laughed sarcastically, "ha ha, no no Fenton. You get it bare, every single time, otherwise it's a waste of my time. Remove your clothing and place them on my bed neatly, then reassume the position. The position you were in is position #1, it would be wise of you to remember it. As I do have many positions for different whims." Chaisty is enjoying the sight of Fenton's pale bubble posterior. Fenton reassume the position with his feet slightly apart. Chaisty placed the cane under the boy's belly to encourage the boy to stick out his butt. "Your body needs to be in a 90-degree angle during the entire time, any deviation from it will result with an extra cut, is that understood?" Fenton about in tears sobbed "Yes Sir." Chaisty continues, "You will count aloud each strokes, failing to do so will incur an additional stroke. Punishment about to begin, get ready Fenton!" Chaisty took two steps backward, raised the cane above his shoulder, and brought it down with all his weight. Whoosh! The cane landed just below the upper part with a whack.
I held my breath for a second, the pain was stingingly hot. "One Sir"
Another stinging blow landed just below the first one, I gasped and called "Two Sir"
Chaisty must have good marksmanship. His strokes are forceful and solid. He landed another sharp stingers with the tip hugging my right side and I lurched forward. Slowly, I resumed my position and tears began to flow. This had to have been the worst day and I really hate Chaisty. I have no idea, why this bloke chooses me as his fag. Chaisty asked me if I had forgotten something? "I am sorry Sir. Three Sir!" Chaisty mockingly utters "What a pity that one doesn't count and an extra cut for moving. I suspect that you will get better at it." For crying out loud, what did I ever do to this bloke? He drove another stroke directly on top of the previous cut.
I fervently counted aloud, hoping the pain would go away quickly "Three Sir." Chaisty must be enjoying this session, he responded "Indeed it is."
He drove another stingers on my lower butt, "Aw, aw, four Sir. Sir, please may I please get up?"
"You are kidding right? In time, you will be an obedient little boy. Your past attitudes are unacceptable and you will put forth effort in your school work." Chaisty drove another wicked stroke landing on both bottom clefts.
"O, o, aw Five Sir" I don't think I can take any more of this. He placed another cut diagonally across previous six. I screamed, "Six Sir." This bloke placed the last mighty cut directly under my cleft again. I woefully called out aloud "Seven Sir." I slumped downward with relief as my bottom and face were burning with intense heat. I knew now, the next eleven months will be hellish for me.
Chaisty waited several minutes, admiring his skillful arm swing. The boy has some beautiful welts on his posterior and he is looking forward to the next session. Chaisty told the lad to get up and face the wall behind him to the left. Fenton touched his nose on the wall and stared at the wall blankly. Chaisty placed an orange round sticker 3 1 2 inches above his nose on the wall. He told Fenton to place his nose directly in front of the orange dot. The boy was standing on his tip toes to keep his nose on the dot. "This is your corner time with your nose on that dot. Place your palms facing outward behind your back over one and another. Take this time to think about progresses you should achieve this year. There will be lots of changes in your life. Get use to it." Chaisty returned to his desk, enjoying the view and thinking of ways to torment the kid.
"I can't wait to tell Mum and Dad about this bloke. This is stupid, fagging for someone, so they could torment me. O God, what if Mum and Dad will not listen to me? I have got to get out of here. O please God, please help me get out of this mess.
Ryan's molten inferno has subsided to a pleasing warmth. His feet are aching for a rest, Chaisty's gave him several sharp slaps because he wasn't able to maintain the odd position. He was finally relieved of his torment. The better part of the afternoon was spent cleaning Chaisty's cadet uniform. The prefect went over the handbook discussing his long tiresome edict. Among his trivialities includes standing by the tyrant as he entertains his friends, and weekly summation of offenses went unpunished. The lad was forewarned about types of chastisements due for each offense. Chaisty orders the youngster to write a page accomplishments the lad wishes to achieve. Prefect Chaisty admonished Fenton for misspellings, and grammatical errors. Poor lad was order back to the center of the room for a dozen slashes across the palms. Chaisty retrieved a leather paddle from his closet. The instrument appears it could pack a wallop. Chaisty refers the 16 inches by 1 2 deep cowhide his "persuader."
"Alright lad your right palms" the older boy used the persuader to guide the little fellows palms up to his shoulder height. "Keep it straight Lad." Without a warning, the cowhide landed squarely on his palm with a loud PAP.
"Uh, One Sir" my palm is stinging with a vengeance. Chaisty placed another well-placed stinger and I maintained my position "Two Sir."
"I suggest you pay closer attention to your spellings from this moment forward." PAP! "Three Sir" I began to hug my wounded palm under my armpit. I took several moments to console the palm like a dear old friend. "Enough of that" I raised my palm's upward looking at my tormentor pleadingly. SWOOSH, PAP. I instinctively retrieved both palms and placed it under my crotch and rubbing them furiously "Uuuh, O, o, four sir" I wasn't able to compose myself any longer, tears began to flow like hot lava overflowing from a raging volcano. "I am sorry Sir, I will be mindful of my spelling."
"Glad to hear that, left palm up" I obediently comply, relieve to give it a break. Another mighty blow, I called out "Five Sir."
"Your grammar use is abhorrent. You should brush up your subject and verb agreement." Evidently, he was very agitated for he gave a maddening blow to my hand. "O, O, Ah Six Sir." I gripped the palms together under my crotch for a few moments and began blowing on the poor creature. "Stick it back out." I repeatedly endure his assaults, casionally plead for my life or so it seemed. "Seven Sir, Eight Sir.....Twelve Sir. Finally the onslaught is over as quickly as it had begun. "Gather up your things and return after breakfast tomorrow." I went about it as quickly and quietly as I could, without saying a word, I left his room rather dejected.
to be continue...