That evening, the boys all in bed, Jack's went to the common room for an evening of drinking with his feellow housemasters. There were three of them, each had received about 6 new boys that day and they met to discuss events. Each had welcomed a boy earler. Jacks began.
''Mine is a pretty little blond with a nice body, great little bottom, narrow and nicely pert. When he's a little older it will bounce well. I'll have it twitching then....just like young Cuthbert's''.
The other masters smiled knowingly, each had selected their firts lad for a private welcome earlier and the three ast amd compared notes. They secretly envied Jacks having Cuthbert. he was one of the finest specimins of boyhood in the scholl. A thin waist, athletic and with a bottom hat stood out prominently from his body, especially noticeable in his swioimming truncks.
Jacks was also the boldest of the three young men. He was quite happy to confiscate new clothes that the boys arrived in at the start of each year and provide his own from his stock of secondhand clothing and assorted lost property. If boys trousers disappeard in the night there was no alternative but to put them into a pair of older (and usually much tighter fitting) ones. Of course Cuthbert had spent almost all his time at The Grange in old trousers a good size too small for him.
Day 2 saw the annual first years race. It was a wet September morning. The prefects had the first year boys, including a shivering Jamie lined up outside at the front of the house. They wore regulation white shorts, teeshirt, sock and trainers and looked a picture. It had started to rain and the eight year olds looked forlorn.
Cuthbert addressed each new boy in turn. The reputation of the house is at stake now boys so work hard, do your best, do not get lost and I expect this house to win the cup. Jamie was a fit boy and had spent many hors out of doors at his grandparents house whilst his parents were oversees so he new he could do well.
The housemasters emerged from the school holding unbrellas to fend off the wet and they watched as the new boys were encouraged by the prefects. Cuthbert was now soaked, along with the new boys. His shirt clung to his body so that his skin wsa visible. This and the fact that his tight trousers stretched across his bottom, excited the three men. They looked at the boys and Jacks blew the whistle for the race to begin.
A house prefect led ther way and the boys struggled to keep up. After the first lap throught the woods they came past the school and the oher boys, the masters had gone in for tea, clapped and cheered. Jamie found himself the leader at this point and felt confident. Cuthbert and Jacks would be pleased with him and the others would look up to him. He smiled at Cuthbert who returned the smile and off he wents at spedd, chasing the prefect.
Disaster struck as the emerged from the woods, Jamie slipped on the wet grass and fell head long into a muddy puddle. The boys following him wanted to stop and help but the were nervous about what this might mean. They had all been reminded of the 'battings' which awaited the last to finish. Jamie was in depair. he struggled to his feet, his shorts and shirt soaked through, the rain contuned harder now, lashing his face and the wind turning it red. he was now some distance behind the others but did his best to catch up.
That evening, washed and cosy in his bed reading Jamie watched Cuthbert enter the room. He remembered that it was time for another boy to go and see Mr Jacks.
Instead of going to the next boy Cuthbert marched up to the side of Jamies bed and told him to get up and follow him.
''Why'' jamie asked innocently. Now he was worried again.
''Just do as I say or it will be worse for you Jamie'' Cuthbert answered coldly.
Inside Mr Jacks study for the second night running Jamie was asked to explain his laziness in the race. He was reminded that he had been told to do his best but he had been foolish and clumsy and let the house down badly, he would be punished firmly, he was told. Jamie was not asked for an explanation and so he looked dejectedly at the carpet.
Mr Jacks told him to come over to the chair in which he sat. He was instructed to bend over the mans lap with his hands on the floor and legs in the air. Mr Jacks gently uncovered his bottonm, enjoying the sight of the bare young flech, smooth and firm. He rubbed gently and Jamie wriggled. A hard slap followed and Jamie emitted a little 'ow'. The housemaster smiled to himself and reached across to the nearby side table on which his small thin cane rested. The boy moved but could not see anything.
''Keep still Jamie or I will punish you harder....do you understand?''
''yes sir'', Jamie snivelled.
Jacks lifted the eigth year old further over his lap to make sure that the young bottom was in a perfect position, and that he, Jacks, was comfortable. He liked the way the young boy started to sob quietly.
He raised the thin cane and slashed it down right in the center of the boys bottom. He had to hold the boy in place firmly and had anticipated the scream and way the boy flexed his upper body, responding to the painful stroke. He was well practised at giving the fist stroke to a boy.
Jamie howled as the painful red mark raised to the surface of his bottom. The stinging line was agony for his and much worse that his fathers slipper. He wanted his mother and as he thougth of her, his head fell back towards the floor, why had they done this to him?
Jacks liked the way Jamie jumped at the stroke and then fell back and submitted, the young bottom, bearing a single nice red line, but otherwise flawless and the youngster limp across his knee excited him. He raised the small cane again and marvelled at how such a thin piece of malacca could deliver such a stinging pain.
A second stroke was applied further down on the boys bottom and Jamie screamed again and raised his head and shoulders in response to the pain. Jacks smiled to homslf, he was enjoying the boys pain and submission. He delivered the usual four more strokes, each one raising a nice line and tender stripe of pain on the boys pretty little bottom. Jamie was crying loudly and was pleading for the nman to stop.
Jacks looked again at the bottom and placed the cane back on the side table.
Jamie heard his housemaster quietly saying ''that's all right...all over now... daddy will rub his little boy better.''
Jamie was confused but right now the sting in his bottom was all he could think about. Jacks continued to rub the little buttocks gently in his hand, loving the warmth and softness and the red lines which he would be able to admire with the other housemasters when they supervised communal showering after games the next day.
He was going to like having Jamie in his house. Cuthbert led a sobbing Jamie up to bed. Jamie rubbed his bottom carefully but it did not seem to help much. It hurt.