From about midday on the following day the boys began to arrive in groups as the various ferry crossings from the mainland railway station brought them across to the island.
They looked a cheerful lot on the whole and there was very little sign of homesickness or unhappiness at their return to Keynham.
That evening at precisely seven o' clock there was a school assembly with all boys and masters present. 'Bendy' welcomed the boys back for the Spring term and presented me to them as the new head of Geography. He also briefly explained how the punishment system worked for the benefit of the new boys, who were the only ones to look a bit apprehensive. He told them that at Keynham there were no detentions or writing of lines or other kinds of pointless punishment and that the only punishment used was the cane which was effective and not time-wasting or boring. Then with a final warning that any boy caught talking in the dormitories after lights out would be immediately placed on the caning list for the following day the assembly was dismissed.
After assembly we masters were free to spend the rest of the evening as we liked and Mr. Bowles, the handsome muscular sports master who had been standing next to me during the assembly suggested that he and I should walk down to the village pub for a pint or two so as to get to know each other better, adding that at least at the pub we could have a sandwich standing at the bar instead of sitting down on the hard chairs round 'Bendy's staff supper table which would undoubtedly have been ... to say the least... uncomfortable after the events of the previous evening.
We met up ten minutes later without our school gowns after Bowles had informed the housekeeper that we'd not be in to supper, and set off together towards the village.
"We must of course be on first name terms.... I'm Chris and you?" asked Bowles as soon as we set off.
"My name's Keith but my friends call me Kit" I replied.
Chris laughed ... "If the boys get to know you'll probably be known as 'bag' or 'baggy' ... you know ... kit bag! So perhaps we should stick to Keith."
"That's fine by me, Chris." I said, looking more attentively at my companion. He was a very good-looking chap with blue eyes and sandy hair.... when I say sandy I mean that colour which is not red but not blonde or light brown but a very becoming really 'sandy' colour. He was a good bit taller than me I should say about six foot four and I thought must be a terrific caner.
" Well, Keith, what did you think of our Spring caning session? I bet you never expected anything like that when you applied for the post of Geography master, Eh? I actually rather enjoy it, both watching my colleagues getting soundly thrashed and receiving a severe caning myself and I must say old 'Bendy' always sets us a good example by taking more than us and setting the ball rolling. You clearly found the experience very exciting to judge by the souvenir you left on my best vaulting horse!! Were you often caned at school?" Chris had started our acquaintance with the subject that had never been far from my mind since my first meeting with 'Bendy' ; Caning!!
"Well yes, I was caned pretty frequently at school but nothing like as severely as yesterday! But I have to admit that as each of Jim McTaverty's devastating strokes lit up my arse I felt more and more excited and would actually have liked him to continue thrashing me. At school though I took my canings as a matter of course and never found them particularly exciting."
"I have to agree that Jim does make a caning memorable in more ways than one ... perhaps because he's such a powerful looking guy.... know what I mean?"
Indeed I did, I could have done more things for Jim McTaverty than just let him cane me, but I couldn't really admit to that on my first day here and to fellow I hardly knew. I must have blushed, because Chris laughed again, and said.
"Don't be embarrassed by the thoughts which are obviously crossing your mind. This is a very lonely spot and girls are few and far between and usually engaged to one of the locals, so 'Bendy' actually prefers master's that get their satisfaction amongst themselves or with the help of Jim McTaverty. The important thing for him, and for the school is that no-one should mess around in any way with the boys."
"I see, well that's a relief ! Is this the pub ? " We had in fact reached a rather nondescript cottage with a rusty sign outside indicating that it was 'The Keynham Arms'.
"Yes , this is it.... Not much of a place ... but the beer and of course the whiskey are excellent. What'll you have?"
"A pint, please."
When we had got our pints we walked over to a quite corner where we could stand and carry on our interesting conversation.
"Some of us masters find that the beginning of term canings are not sufficient and we get together for the odd refresher course sometimes privately and sometimes in groups with the help of McTaverty. I personally prefer to have my fun on a one to one basis and I was wondering if you would like to join me for some fun sometimes?" asked Chris smiling and giving my tenderised bum a smart tap which made me wince and my _c_o_c_k_ stir.
"Well, Chris, I think I should very much like that ... but not for e few days at least, my bum needs a bit of time to recover from McTaverty's attentions .. but then sure I'd love to. But where?"
"Oh, that's no problem, I have the keys to the Gym, and the shower area has no ground level windows and the mats we use for groundwork with the boys are surprisingly comfortable for other kinds of exercise too. Then of course wet canes and wet flesh are also a surprisingly effective combination! How about if we fix a date for next week? Say Saturday.... most of the other masters come down here of a Saturday so there is less chance of being disturbed. The boy's light's out is at 9 o'clock so if we meet outside the Gym at about half ten no-one'll see us and as the shower area is the furthest away from the dormitory area there is no danger of any prying boys about and in any case the skylight windows are of heavy frosted glass so no-one could see what is going inside anyway."
"It's a deal .... I only wish it could be sooner but that is unfortunately out of the question." I said with genuine enthusiasm.
After that we changed the subject and talked about more or less normal school subjects, for a while before returning to our school quarters.
This job was proving to be a lot more exciting than i could possibly have imagined when I sent off my reply to the advert in the Times educational column!!
The next day the normal school routine started and I had my first series of lessons. I didn't actually teach anything as I had to explain the Syllabus and begin to get to know the boys. However during the morning lessons I gave one boy, a sixteen year old who said his name was Briggs a caning slip .... which meant that he would be caned that evening before bedtime, only six strokes though as I did not feel the need to request more. He seemed suitably impressed by my severity and stopped playing the fool from that moment on.
As we all gathered in the Staff room, just before lunch 'Bendy' arrived with the weeks caning rota. That evening the duty fell to Chris Bowles who asked me if I would like to come along and witness for him (It was usual to have at least one other master present at the evening canings so as to avoid any charges of brutality or _s_e_x_ual assault from any of the more crafty boys). Of course I said I'd be delighted to do this little favour for him, adding that I had already supplied him with one client. To which he added that he had already issued six slips, as the boys were often rowdy at the beginning of a new term especially during gym lessons. I wondered which of the masters was considered to be the best caner by the boys and resolved to ask whoever was sitting next tome at lunchtime, if the opportunity arose.
The opportunity did arise as i found myself sitting at the head of a table next to Briggs the boy I had put down for a caning, and as all the boys knew that the masters would now know who was on caning duty for that week .... he asked me rather sheepishly who he'd be meeting in the Gym that evening. When I told him It would be Mr. Bowles, he grinned wryly and muttered.
"Just my luck to be thrashed by ' Brawnbowl' ... sorry Sir, I mean Mr. Bowles on the first day of term."
"Why? Is Mr. Bowles famed for his canings?" I asked as innocently as possible.
"You can say that again, Sir. Last time he caned me I couldn't sit down for a fortnight!! With most of the others the effects wear off after a couple of days! Are you a good caner , Sir?"
"Well, you'll just have to wait and see won't you? I've not been assigned to caning duty yet so my prowess will have to remain a mystery for at least another week. How many times were you caned last term, Briggs?" I asked the rough looking lad.
" Oh, I don't know, about ten I should think..... I don't keep count. I've never been caned by 'Bendy' in front of the whole school though, and I hope I never will be because it means you've upset your mates and they want you to cop it ..... I'd be ever so ashamed of that."
After lunch there were two more lessons before games, and I gave out two more slips on which I recommended twelve strokes for fighting in the classroom.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully and I was now looking forward to being witness at Chris's caning session in the gym that evening. At exactly 8.45, wearing our academic gowns the two of us strode over to the Gym, Chris with a couple of long canes, slightly bent from repeated use, under his right arm. We passed an orderly queue of a dozen or so boys in dressing gowns waiting in the corridor outside the main entrance to the gym. I held the little red box which contained the day's caning slips from which we would randomly draw them to decide the order of the punishments. Once inside the gym, Chris closed the door and asked me to help him place the vaulting horse in front of the large wall mirror 'So that the miscreants could see their own reactions to their canings', he explained. Then he removed his gown, jacket and shirt, remaining in only a 'V' necked gym vest which gave a fascinating glimpse of his profuse chest hair which I had already secretly admired at the master's Spring caning, and leaving his muscular hairy arms free for maximum effect.
"Fish out the first slip, Keith and call in the boy concerned would you?"
The first slip was a boy called Sharpe who was a second former and had been sent for six for talking in class.
I passed the slip to Chris and went over to the door and opening it called out in a loud authoritative voice: "Sharpe!"
A fourteen year old boy shuffled forward into the gym. Chris Bowles had put the two canes top of the horse and was now scrutinising Sharpe's caning slip.
"Well, welcome back Sharpe .... I see you've decided to start your term with a bang! Mr. Davis requests me to give you six for talking in class. As you are still in the second form I shall use a junior cane but from next year you will be getting to feel the senior cane, so I think you'd better be a little more careful of your behaviour .. don't you?"
"Yes, Sir." said the boy with surprising resilience.
"Now, you know the procedure .... take off your dressing gown and lay it over the far end of the horse next to the canes then come round here and bend over this end of the horse with your legs apart."
As the boy obeyed, Chris picked up the thinner of the two canes and gave it a couple of trial swishes through the air.
"Bend over, boy .... now this is really going to hurt but if you get up before your six strokes are over I'll have to start all over again. Are you ready?"
"Yes, Sir." came the remarkably firm reply.
Chris took up position about four paces to the left of the bottom stretched tightly across the vaulting horse and with a little run and jump smashed a first really hard stroke onto the target area. The crack of cane on flesh ricocheted round the large gym and Sharpe threw his head back and gasped in agony gripping onto the sides of the horse for all he was worth. A curved white tram line rapidly rose into a dark reddish purple welt reaching right across both cheeks and curling neatly round their sides too ... Chris's angle of attack was perfect.
"I'm in no hurry to finish your caning so you just lie there and let the pain soak into your backside and just as it's beginning to seem a little less I'll be laying into you with the second stroke." The boy was breathing heavily in an attempt to accept the agony in his backside without crying. After about thirty seconds Chris swung the cane onto its target a second time, and Sharpe gave a little yelp but remained reasonably still.
I was getting very aroused and was glad to be wearing my academic gown which hid any untoward bulge from prying eyes. Chris on the other hand simply adjusted himself while walking back to his starting point. I wondered what the boys on the other side of the door must be going through as they listened to such a slow and remarkably severe beating.
The third stroke elicited a full throated yell and much wriggling from the unfortunate (or fortunate) Sharpe. Then Chris changed rhythm and laid on the last three strokes in quick succession causing Sharpe to really yell loudly. After the sixth stroke the formerly pale bum was marked with six really vicious welts and seemed to be swelling visibly although there was no liquid blood visible.
"There that's all for today." said Chris sounding rather like a dentist who has finished with the drill. "You can get up and go now."
Sharpe eased himself off the horse and still naked and trembling a little held out his hand to Chris and looking him straight in the eye, said:
"Thank you, Sir." and Chris shook his hand smiled and gently patting his striped bottom said:
"My pleasure, Sharpe."
The boy then put on his dressing gown and walked gingerly to the door, while I took the next slip from the punishment box. It was Smith senior, one of the boys I had recommended for twelve strokes for fighting.
"Smith senior!!" I called out as before.
Smith senior was a large eighteen year old who should have been at least a house prefect but was such a lout he had never been made one. He ambled in with an insolent air which I imagined would shortly be changed for a more humble one, albeit forcibly.
"Right, Smith dressing gown off and over the horse with you!! It's twelve of the very best with the senior cane for you my lad and if you don't wipe that stupid grin off your face forthwith it'll be the full eighteen! Now Bend Over!!" Still with the shadow of a grin Smith obeyed, and Chris with the senior cane which he was flexing as if with impatience took up position eight paces to the left of his victim. Then with a sprinting run up he delivered the hardest stroke imaginable to the wretched Smith making even McTaverty's efforts of the previous day pale into insignificance. The boy howled unashamedly and writhed in agony... all trace of his defiance vanished at this first stroke.
"That's what I like to see .. a lad who really appreciates his punishment. Now I want you to thank me after each stroke and ask me politely to give you the next one even harder, is that clear, Smith."
"Yes, Sir." gasped the cane-shocked Smith. " Thank you, Sir. Please will you give me the next stroke even harder, Sir."
"I'll certainly do my best, lad." said Chris as he took up position ten paces away from his target and turned flexing the cane in preparation and allowing the boy to recover at any rate partially from the shock of the first tremendous stroke. Then with the same little jump he'd used with Sharpe he ran forward with a sprinters spurt and whacked the heavy cane into the waiting already heavily marked backside. The swoosh and crack of the blow were impressive but nothing compared to the scream that issued from Smith's throat. What a good thing there are no houses near the school, because if some nosey outsider heard these screams there could be trouble, I thought. Smith's legs kicked backwards and he shook his buttocks as if to try and shake off the agony his face twisted in a terrible grimace. A speck of blood began to ooze from one of the two welts... and there were still ten to go !!! Chris carried on the thrashing with relentless force and after each stroke, the sniveling Smith, as soon as he had got his breath back from his howling, managed to thank his chastiser and ask for the next stroke to be applied still harder. After the full twelve strokes his bum was a mass of swollen purple welts with blood dribbling from them in several places.... However he managed to straighten himself up and shaking Chris firmly by the hand thank him again for his caning. Chris smiled and said.
"Well, Smith I know you've always thought of yourself as a tough guy, but I bet you didn't think you were tough enough to endure a caning as severe as that eh? So to our mutual surprise we've discovered just how tough you really are. Well done lad! Now you'd better go and have a shower to wash the blood off your bum before going back to your dormitory to show your trophies to your mates."
"Thank you, Sir, I'll do as you say and it'll be the first time I really appreciate a cold shower!" Smith said with a weak grin very different from the one he had on his face when he had entered the gym.
I was amazed that the Smith clearly felt no bitterness about his beating and was even able to joke with his tormentor. Chris seemed to be reading my thoughts.
"You know, Keith, it's quite usual for boys to feel affection for a master who canes them really hard. I expect 'Bendy' told you about our old boy reunions when old boys come back asking to be caned? Well nearly all the boys who have been caned by me, return and ask for more two of three times a year. I think it makes them feel young and alive and several write to me saying they wish they could get up here more often and give my right arm some extra training! So when it comes to your turn for caning duty I strongly recommend that you use the maximum force at your disposal to enhance your reputation with the boys."
The rest of the waiting boys were all caned with similar severity and the gym rang with the swish and crack of the cane biting into naked flesh and the screams, yells and groans of the beaten boys for a good forty minutes. After the last boy had been beaten Chris was sweating profusely and so he said.
"I'm going to have a shower. Why don't you join me then we could go down to the pub."
"That sounds like fun." I said " And I certainly need to do something to ease my overexcited _c_o_c_k_!"
The shower block was now empty, as the boys who had needed to clean up their massacred backsides had already gone back to their dormitories where they were no doubt, proudly showing off their stripes to their friends. We went in and Chris locked the door behind us.
"Just to be on the safe side, you know!" he said smiling.
We stripped off. Both of our bums were decorated with swollen stripes of a magnificent variety of colours ranging from dark violet through mauve to brown crimson, yellow and red. Chris was really _s_e_x_y and sporting a massive hard-on too.
"Maybe we should deflate our rods of iron first." suggested Chris "I'll start as a gesture of thanks for your witnessing my efforts this evening:" and so saying he knelt down in front of me and cupping my welted buttocks in his big warm hands pulled my pelvis towards his face taking my _c_o_c_k_ into his large moist mouth. I was already so excited by the canings I had witnessed, that the pleasant pain caused by the large hands pressing my bruised backside and the soft warmth of Chris's eager mouth made me come copiously almost immediately and Chris swallowed my offering greedily with grunts of lustful pleasure.
"Oh, that was good, Chris." I said as I withdrew my wilting member from his reluctant mouth. "How do you want to come? Mouth or arse?"
"I'd love to explore your arsehole if I may, but as you can see I'm pretty big and as you've already spent your load it may be rather painful you know."
"If you let me lick your hairy tits and feel your welted arse I'll be ready to be _f_u_c_k_ed in no time." I said quite truthfully.... in fact as I spoke I felt my _c_o_c_k_ stirring back into life and when I filled my mouth with hot hairy tit I felt almost ready to shoot a second load. I ran my fingers across Chris's corrugated bum and then turned round pressing my back against his broad hairy chest and guided his monster towards its goal. It was already drooling pre-come and so it slipped into my waiting hole more easily than expected and the pain was covered by that caused by the pressure of his groin on my sore buttocks, but I loved it and began to rhythmically impale myself on his huge rod. Chris gripped me by the hips and started to ram himself further and harder into me. My bruised bum made the sensation even more ecstatic. Then he came with a series of really violent thrusts that made my arse really burn again with newly awakened fire and I felt hot spurts of sperm pumping into my rectum. I moaned with pleasure and with a little help from my right hand came again myself shooting a spurt of weak second orgasm sperm about a yard across the shower room floor!!!
After that we showered and went to the pub both thoroughly satisfied and happy in each other's company. That evening in bed, (still lying rigorously on my stomach!) I fell asleep thinking of my new friend and our own one to one caning session to be held the following week ... I had a sneaking suspicion that a caning from Chris was going to surpass even the experience provided by McTaverty the previous evening!!
(to be continued) Comments welcome