Two weeks into term the weather had changed for the better and the boys were busy learning rugby, cross coutry and a range of other outsied interests.
Inside the house that evening Cuthbert was finishing his test. It was almost 9.15. Mr Jacks told him that 'time was up' and the twelve year old took his work in silence to his masters desk and presented it.
''Off to get ready for bed then lad'' Jacks said as he went to pick up the paper.
''yes sir, see you soon then sir''
The man did not reply. He noticed already that the boy had not answered all his questions. He adjusted himself in his chair and went to change his underwear , for the third time that day.
Upstairs the other boys in Cuthberts dorm were busy undressing. It was a rule in the house that they undress and put clothes away before going to the communal bathroom to wash and clean their teeth, before returning naked to their dorm to put on their pyjamas.
Cuthbert hurried knowing that Mr Jacks would be up any moment.
He was the last into the batroom but made it in time. Jacks looked at the boys as they cleanded their teeteh. The marks on Cuthberts bottom were quite faint now.
''Cuthbert and Marks...inot the shower please''
Each boy hated to shower because Mr Jacks always watched them. Both lads walked into the shower, which as it was only designed for one, meant that they bumped into each other and their young bodies met the others at times. Jacks was finally satisfied so issued his usual order
'' alright boys.... pull back for me''
Cuthbert and Marks stood facing the housemaster and duly held their willies, pulling back the foreskin for inspection.
''Alright fine'', Jacks remarked after a good inspection, and both boys hurried to get the towel. Jacks found this amusing. All the boys were used to the routine he introduced when they were ten years old but he knew hos embarrased they were showing him their tiny little private parts.
Leaving the seven final year boys to prepare for bed in silence Jacks went to see the first year boys. He opened the door quietly so as not to disturb them. The soft sound of sobbing could be heard, he could not tell from which boy. Perhaps Jamie again. He had, after all, given the young boy a pretty hard smacking on his bare bottom only an hour before. It always took the youngsters at least six weeks to stop their blubbering. Hard academic work, a rigorous sports schedule and all the rules they had to learn quickly to avoid the 'sting' of correction, kept their minds occupied.
Jacks went to see his twelve year old to turn out the lights. Cuthberts bed was empty. He would be on his way back to the study, Jacks thought.
Sure enough the obedient boy was in the corner of the mans study, facing the wall and wearing only his pyjama shirt. The shirt revealed all that interested Jacks. A fine boy, he tought, slim waist, pert bottom and nicely shaped thighs.
Saying nothing as usual Jacks sat in his chair and stared at the boy for a fewminutes before quickly scanning the test paper he had set the boy earlier. Cuthbert's father had asked Jacks two years before this to give extra tuition to the boy to ensure he passed into to his old school. Unfortunately for Cuthbert his father was not afraid to give the boy a hiding for a bad report and had told Jacks that he believed in punishing his son for poor work. Knowing this Jacks was encouraged in his harsh treatment of the boy.
Jacks did not need to spend much time on the paper. he wouild simply administer the usual six strokes with the whippy cane. He fkexed the springy weapion in his hands and told Cuthbert to place himslf over the chair. The boy obliged and Jacks instructed him to ''put your body over further boy..why must I always have to tell you this?''
Cuthbert reached further over the back of the chair and Jacks enjoyed the sideways view of the uncomfortable child adjusting himself so that his feet were now barely on the floor, his young buttocks stretched tightly and his shirt falling down the smooth back and onto his head. The housemaster thought how perfect the boy looked and picked up the cane. He marched across to Cuthbert who now felt the stick tapping his bottom gently again.
Jacks stopped tapping and, holding the stick in his left hand he gently rubbed the boys left buttock, up and down, up and down then he placed his hand on the right buttock and repeated the process. The flesh was smooth and clear, only the faint lines of the caning he had given the boy three days before were visible. Jacks loved stroking the boys firm bottom but he now decided that it was time to pnish the naughty bottom and hard.
He took the cane in his right hand and swished it into the boys bottom. Cuthbert screeched in agony as the stick bit into his soft bottom,, the pain was intense but he knew he had to lye still and not move. He knew that, although Jacks did not mind him screaming when the cane bit him (in fact Jacks encouraged this as he enjoyed it greatly), the boy could not move. The sconed whack was applied on the tender yong bottom with good effect. A second screech emerged from the boys mouth and he struggled to keep position.
After the additional four whacks with the cane the boys bottom was marked with the six red stripes. The boy kept in position though his bottom stung horribly. The last two whacks had been very hard and as he lay there streched over the chair he was sure he had felt his botton twitch. The boy did not know why but he hoped that Mr Jacks had not noticed his bottom twitch though he could do nothing to prevent it at the time. Some times when he was standing in the corner of the study waiting for the man, he felt the same thing and was embarrased by it. He thought Mr Jacks would not notice. Jacks thought to himself how he never tired of the pleasure he gained from disciplining Cuthbert and how the other masters envied him the priviledge.
Well they should do what he did. They should select the boys for their house more on physical fitness and good looks rather than on academic ability. After all, as he was proving all the time, the academic abilty could be worked on. And it was enjoyable work too.