Bryan 3
It is January 1960. Bryan is waiting for School Certificate results to be released.
Chapter 1
Bryan was quietly listening to the radio on Thursday morning in the middle of January. His father had arrived home from work at 9am having had to work extra time because of people being away sick and was in a cranky mood. Bryan didn't want another hiding like he had got in October last year when he and his younger brother Tom, had been fighting and woken their father up. Tom had got 6 across his underpants while he, Bryan had got 12 on the bare bum. Geeze it had stung specially on top of the stripes and bruises from the caning he'd got from old Cronin the day before. Besides in June he would be 16 years old and 16 years old was too old for hidings he thought. All the same he was playing the radio softly just in case. Tom was away with friends of the family for a couple of weeks.
Bryan had learnt to drive and had got his license just before school had broken up the previous December. He was going to take his Mother to town shopping just after 10am and then the rest of the day was his to do as he liked. He had done all his set chores around the place for the week and as long as he was quiet he was free. Thinking about Debbie he day dreamed that he might soon be able to get into her pants. They had had some pretty hot petting sessions with him just managing not to come in his pants the last time. She had given him a couple of playful smacks on the bum and told him he was a naughty boy and deserved to be punished properly. His math was pretty good now and he felt confident that he had done well in the exams.
The time signal sounded on the radio and the announcer said, This is the news at 10 O'clock." Bryan listened with half his attention, still thinking about getting into Debbie's pants. Then he heard, "The Education Department has announced today that the School Certificate Examination results will be posted out later today and most candidates will have their results by Saturday." Bryan turned off the radio as he heard his Mother calling him softly from the kitchen.
He went to the kitchen where his mother was just going through her bag.
"Bryan are you ready to take me to town?"
"Yes Mum."
"Okay off we go then, now remember no showing off if you see your friends."
They went outside to the garage and got into the car. It was a highly polished 1955 Vauxhall Velox, his father's pride and joy. Bryan started the motor and waited for it to run smoothly before putting the car into reverse and backing out of the garage and along the drive to the road. As he drove his mother into town he said, "Hey Mum School Cert results are coming out later today and the radio said we should get them by Saturday."
"Is that right. Your Dad and I have been worried because you have been working so hard the last term, you've had hardly no time for play. Most weekends you've been studying with Debbie. Your school reports were pretty good up to August so we were confident that you would pass School Certificate anyway. Bryan, I am pleased that you are trying so hard to improve yourself."
Bryan sat in the car listening to the radio while his mother went shopping. He saw his friend Sel pass in front of the car and tooted the horn. Sel looked over and saw Bryan and came over.
"Hey School C is coming out today. I wonder how I got on. My dad said he would take the skin off my backside if I fail."
They rehashed the exams and caught up on happenings around them.
Bryan saw his mum coming back to the car loaded with shopping so he said to Sel, "I've gotta go help mum so I'll see you later......After I take mum home and had lunch shall I come over to your house? We can talk and look at magazines, muck about or go swimming."
"Okay see you later then."
Bryan drove his mother home and after lunch he biked over to Sel's house. Sel's mother was out and his father was at work.
"Come on up to my room for a while and later we'll go to the pool. Did you bring your togs?"
"No, let's go down to the creek and muck about. I bet no one is there cause most of the guys will still be away on holiday."
"Okay."
They got on their bikes and cycled three miles out of town to where a creek ran under some trees. It was actually on private property, but the owner didn't mind as long as the boys shut the gate and made sure it was properly secured.
"Geeze, it's hot let's hit the water," said Bryan starting to strip off.
Sel started also, "The last one in is a cissy."
They hit the water together creating a huge splash. Both of them were good swimmers and Sel was on the school's swimming team. Bryan was just as good, but he wasn't interested in competition swimming. They raced along in the water and then back to where their clothes were on the bank. As they dragged themselves out onto the bank they laid back to let the sun dry them off.
"How's it going with Debbie?"
"Okay and before you ask anything else, the answer is no and that is all I'm going to say." Laying there thinking about Debbie Bryan started to feel his _c_o_c_k_ stirring. He tried to will it to be calm, but the more he did that the more he got excited. He was wondering about going back into the water to hide it when Sel looked over and saw him.
"Say you want to jack off or what?"
"Nah, I'll get rid of it by getting back into the cold water." Bryan stood up getting ready to hop back into the water. He looked across at Sel. Sel was excited too. Sel rolled onto his side and then stood up. They looked at each others erect _c_o_c_k_s and then turned and jumped back into the water. After swimming for another 15 minutes or so they started to feel chilled so they got out of the water and stood in the sun to dry off. Getting dressed they got on their bikes and cycled home.
Saturday came. Bryan watched the gate for the postie. At 11.20am he heard the postie's whistle down the street. Rushing out to the letter box at the gate he got there at the same time as the Postman.
"Gidday young Johns. I know what you're waiting for and here they are." He gave Bryan several letters and a rolled up magazine. The letter on top was a brown buff window envelope with Education Dept Private Bag Wellington on the bottom right hand corner. In the window Bryan could see that the letter was addressed to him. With his hand shaking he went inside and gave his mother the other mail and sat at the kitchen table and opened his letter.
He scanned down the page and near the bottom found passing mark 75%. For math he had scored 89%, English 92%, Science 85%, History 63% and Geography a subject he didn't like he'd got 58%. He was just going to let out a yell of relief when his mother came into the kitchen.
"Well don't keep us in suspense, how did you get on?"
"75%, the worse mark was geography and that was 58."
"Congratulations son. I'll tell your father when he wakes up. We'll have lunch then you can go and see how Sel and Willie got on. After lunch Bryan went over to Sel's home. Sel's father answered the door. When he saw Bryan he scowled.
"If you want Selwyn he is not allowed out today. You can see him at church tomorrow," as he shut the door. Bryan stood looking at the door for a moment then turned and went back to the lawn and picked up his bike. He hoped Sel was not in too much trouble as his parents were really strict. His father used to teach at Auckland Boys Grammar School before he had bought his business in Te Awamutu. He was just about at the gate when he heard Mr. Richards call to him.
"How did you get on?"
Bryan turned and looked. Mr. Richards was standing at Sel's bedroom window and he had a cane in his hand.
"I got 75%."
"Congratulations, now get away home. Selwyn will see you tomorrow."
Bryan got on his bike and headed off to Willies place. He hoped that Sel wouldn't get it too hard. Willie had passed School Cert. His passing mark was 65% and his parents were really happy. After hearing Bryan's good news they suggested that they would take Bryan and Willie out for dinner and then on to a movie.
"Thanks Mr. and Mrs. Baldwin, but my Dad was still asleep when I left home and he may want to see me before I arrange something. He doesn't know yet that I passed."
"Well the invitation is still open until 4.30pm so why don't you head off home and see him."
"I'll phone you and let you know. Thank you." Bryan got his bike and went home.
He had just got home when the phone rang. His mother answered it and said, "Bryan Debbie is on the phone."
"Thanks Mum," picking up the receiver, "Hi Debbie how's things with you?"
"Okay I'll check with Mum, hang on. Hey Mum can I go over to Debbie's for a while I'll be back for dinner."
"Be home by 4. Your Father will be getting up then."
"Deb I'll see you in 5 minutes okay?" See you bye."
Bryan rushed off to the bathroom brushed his teeth, washed his hands and combed his hair carefully. Saying bye to his Mother he walked along the road to Debbie's.
Debbie let him in after he had knocked at the door and led him along the passage to her room.
"How did you get on?"
"I got 75% overall. Thanks to you I got 89 for maths and my worse mark was 58 for geography. English was my best mark with 92%."
"Congratulations. I don't know whether to reward you or punish you for the bad geography mark.....come here. Bryan moved closer his heart starting to pound in his ears. Debbie kissed him. Bryan kissed her back his _c_o_c_k_ jumping to attention in his shorts. After a few seconds that seemed like hours to Bryan she moved her arms from his shoulders and started to rub his back. Bryan moved his arms down Debbie's back her to buttocks and started to stroke them with his hands....he knew Debbie liked that. Her breasts were digging into his chest and it felt really good. He moved one hand from her bottom and started to gently stroke her right breast.
"Bryan you behave yourself. My Dad is at home." Bryan put both hands on his head smiling at Debbie. "And stop flaunting yourself."
"What does flaunting mean?"
"You know what it means you wretch. You deserve to be punished bend over. I'm going to give you six."
Bryan bent over putting his hands on his knees, his _c_o_c_k_ just about boring through his shorts. Debbie gave his buttocks six light smacks, three on each buttock where his shorts were the tightest. Bryan swung around grabbing her and they fell in a heap onto her bed kissing.
All to soon it was time for Bryan to go back home as his father was due to wake up.
"I'll see you tomorrow afternoon okay,?" he said as they walked to the door. "We could go out to the pond and go for a swim."
"Okay see you," giving him a small kiss on his cheek as he opened the door to the passage.
When Bryan got home his father was waiting for him. He gave him a big hug and said, "Son, I'm really proud of you. You will be better qualified than me and be able to get a better job." As you know we don't have all that much spare cash, but I think we can spring a dinner out in Hamilton tonight as I've organised a day off tomorrow. Specially because young Tom is still away with friends. What do you say to that?"
"Thanks Dad, I'd like that. I'll just ring the Baldwins and tell them that I cant go with them."
"We will leave about 5 then and be in Hamilton by 6, have dinner and then go to a new movie or something. Make a real night out of it."
Te Awamutu being a small town got movies when they were about a year old. (It was a year before TV hit NZ and decades before multiplex cinemas) The family enjoyed the night out.
Next day Bryan went to church where he met Sel. After bible class they went to sit and talk in a nearby park. Sel was limping a bit as he walked.
"How did you get on yesterday?"
"I got 48% and 12 on the bare backside. I've never seen my old man so angry. I swear he must have cut my bum to ribbons because there was blood after he had finished and all he said was that it would teach me a lesson and I had to work harder next year."
"Lets go over behind those trees and you can show me the damage." They walked over to the trees and were soon out of sight to the few people that were walking on the main pathways through the park. Sel peeled down his trousers and started to ease down his jockeys turning away from Bryan as he did so.
"Geeze, your bum is a mess. That must of hurt. If you brought some cream I'll rub on for you if you like."
Sel's buttocks were covered in deep purple bruises from about halfway down his crack to the top of his thighs. Bryan could see where the skin was broken in several places. Sel bent over wincing slightly and got a small jar from his pants pocket.
"Go and lean against that tree over there and I'll rub this in." ...... Bryan gently rubbed the cream into Sel's trembling buttocks thinking he was glad his father had only used his belt on him last September, that was bad enough. Getting six at school with a cane over shorts and underpants was worse still so goodness only knows what 12 on the bare bum with a cane would be like.
When he had finished rubbing in the cream Sel turned to him his _c_o_c_k_ was standing at attention, "Bryan thank you for being a friend. Last night I even thought that I'd go and hang myself out in the garage. My old man seems to think that just because he is so highly qualified I should follow in his footsteps." While he was talking he was pulling his jockeys and pants up. "I studied just as hard as you, but in the exam my memory just went blank. I don't know what to do. How did Willie get on?"
"Willie got 65%. Church will be out soon so we had better be outside when your parents come out or you'll be in more trouble." They walked back to the front of the church and got there just as people started streaming out the doors. "I'll see you next Wednesday as I have chores early in the week and I like to get them done first then I can muck about for the rest of the week.
Chapter 2
It was Tuesday evening, the following week. There was a call for Bryan's mother from Uncle Peter, her brother. When she got off the phone she said to Bryan, Well there is good and bad news." Bryan looked at her. "The bad news is that St Matts main teaching block caught on fire today, they think it was an electrical fault, so you won't be going there next term. However your uncle said that he is sending Benjamin and Robert to St Pauls in Kohi as boarders for a term and you can go there too. You will have to decide by tomorrow as he has got to arrange your place."
"What do you think Mum?"
"Well I went to boarding school as you know and life there can be tough, you can get bullied, but if you work hard and I'm sure you will, you'll get along alright. It's a great chance you are getting and one that your father and I cant afford to give you so it is your decision son."
"Okay, Mum you can phone him back now and tell him I'll take his offer thanks. And tell him I'll write and thank him personally tomorrow."
Bryan's mother phoned her brother and told him what Bryan had said. When she got off the phone this time she looked happy. "Your uncle said don't bother writing, but he thanks you for your thought and he said that I and Tommy can stay with them at mid term so that we can see you. Your dad can look after himself for a couple of days."
The next morning there was an other call from Auckland. This time it was from the Registrar of St Pauls. He told Bryan's mother what he needed to know to ensure that Bryan was placed in the right class and what records he required from Te Awamutu College. He also covered enrolment procedure and said that Bryan had to be at school on 3rd of February, a day before school started as he was a new student. Bryan had two more weeks of freedom before school.
Bryan's mother said, "You don't need a new uniform as you are only going to be there a term unless the repairs at St Matts are not completed. But you'll need some new long trousers for church on Sundays so we'll pop into town today and get you some gray flannel trousers. During the week you'll wear gray shorts the same as you do here. Apparently wearing longs becomes optional after you turn 16. Your college blazer is okay as it is green and your socks are the same, gray with the green band. Shirts are gray and your uncle is arranging ties for you and your cousins.
The two weeks passed in a blur and all to soon Bryan was on the train to Auckland. On the four hour journey he had a book to read. He was remembering the previous Sunday when he and Debbie had cycled out to the creek for a swim. They had got really hot and he had shot cum all over her leg, she wouldn't let him stick it in her as she was frightened of having a baby, she had told Bryan if he had a 'frenchie', (a condom), she would let him go all the way. Of course there was no way Bryan could buy condoms as he was under 16 and all the chemists asked if they suspected you to be underage. He was wondering if he could get Benjamin to get him some before he came back to Te Awamutu for the term break. He had got on the train at 4am and his uncle was going to meet him at Auckland Central at 8am with Benjamin and Robert and take them to St Pauls.
The train steamed into Auckland right on time and as Bryan got off the train he saw Benjamin waiting for him on the platform.
"Hi Ben, how's it going?"
"Hello, you look well. It's going good, but come on don't keep Dad waiting or he'll get shirty again. My bum is still recovering from the last lot I got for being caught playing the fool in Mum's car with some friends. I'll tell you about it later. Is this all your luggage?"
"No, my big suitcase is in the van, let's get it."
They collected Bryan's case and walked out to the parking area in front of the station where Robert and Uncle Peter were waiting by the Rover.
"Come on you two, shake a leg. I've got an appointment at 10am and I cant be late. Here give me the case it can go in the boot but you will have to carry your other bag as the boot is full of Benjamin and Robert's gear." Belatedly, "It's good to see you Bryan and congratulations on your School Certificate marks. Young Robert better get as good this year or he'll be in hot water," grinning at his younger son.
"Gidday Bryan," said Robert.
"Come on you lot get in the car."
The car was a new Rover 105. As it pulled away from the station Bryan watched his uncle drive marveling at the near silence after his father's Velox. Soon they were leaving the down town area of warehouses and shabby shops behind as the car climbed Parnell Rise and headed through Newmarket.
"This is not the shortest way to school, but it is quicker as we wont be fighting traffic all along the waterfront," Uncle Peter explained.
Soon they were rolling through back streets and down a steep gully only to climb the other side. Bryan looking out through the side window could see big stately looking homes half concealed behind tall fences.
Uncle Peter said, "Here we are as they turned into the gates. They drove along a long driveway with trees and shrubs on each side. Through the trees they could see the school playing fields. They drew up at the front entrance. There was a master standing at the doorway dressed in a summer weight suit with a gown over his shoulders and behind him was an elderly lady. As they got out of the car he came to greet them carrying a clipboard. Asking their names he checked them off his clipboard and then ushered them into the entrance way of the school.
"My name is Browne with an e. If you'll follow me I'll take you to your housemater. His name is Mr. Ridgeway and his study is on the first floor. This way." He led the way along the highly polished corridor and up a flight of stairs along another corridor and tapped on a door about halfway alone it. On the door was Nathan Ridgeway.
"A voice called, "Come." Mr. Browne led the way into the study and introduced the boys and Uncle Peter to a tall man standing behind the desk. "This is Mr. Peter Gray, Benjamin major and Robert minor, and Bryan Johns. And this is Nathan Ridgeway who will be the boys housemaster. I must go now to see if there are any further arrivals." He let himself out of the study shutting the door behind him. The housemaster came from behind the desk and shook hands with Uncle Peter and then the boys.
"Well Mr. Gray These are your sons and your nephew correct?" After seeing Uncle Peter nod he said, "Well we will start with Benjamin." He opened a folder on his desk. I see by your records from St Matthews that you would be in the 7th form this year so you will be here as well. Are you going for bursary this year?"
"Yes Sir."
"Your form master will be Mr. Bledisloe."
"Right Bryan, you did well in School Certificate, so you will go into the 6th form under Mr. Browne the Master you met on the way here."
"Yes Sir."
"So that leaves you Robert. I see from your records at St. Matthews that you have hopes of going for School Certificate this year. You will have to work hard. We have high standards here. You will be in the 5th form under Mr. Roberts."
"Yes Sir."
"Right Mr. Gray, I know you are a busy man so now you have seen the boys get settled you can leave them in our care. Because they are local boys they are allowed to telephone you once a week on Saturday evening. Other times in emergencies only. I'll have Graeme Biglow, the head house prefect show you out and then he'll come back here and start showing your boys the ropes." He came around the desk again and shook hands with Uncle Peter.
Peter Gray shook hands with the boys telling them to work hard and behave and then was ushered to the door by Mr. Ridgeway who as he opened the door, a tall young man appeared.
"Biglow, show Mr. Gray out and then come back here and take these boys under your wing and explain things to them." Coming back to his desk and sitting in the chair he grabbed a pipe that was resting in an ashtray and putting it in his mouth lit it and started drawing on it. "You will find life here good if you work hard at your studies and games. Not so good if you slack. Discipline is maintained even in the upper forms and all masters are authorized to administer it. You can have detentions, but that is not used much, usually you get lines or corporal punishment. If you are sent to me for punishment it will be severe. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir," the three replied one after the other as the housemaster looked at each in turn.
There was knock at the door.
"Come, good Biglow take these fellows and show them around and get them settled in. I've got some work waiting for me."
"Right chaps come with me," and leading them from the study he took them to a large room with tables and chairs and big comfortable easy chairs scattered around the edges of the room. "This is the prefects and 7th form common room. We will talk in here. My name is Biglow, Graeme Biglow." He shook hands with each of the boys and learnt their names. He gave them each a copy of the school handbook which showed all the staff and what they taught. He explained also a few of the rules and showed them in the handbook where the rules were listed. "Right I'll show you to your sleeping quarters and let you get squared away." Before we go, any questions?"
"Yes," said Bryan. "What happens when you get sent to Mr. Ridgeway for punishment?
"You are still 15, then you will get up to eight across your underpants. Once you have turned 16 you can get 12 and I promise you that you wont feel like sitting down afterwards. All other masters cane across your shorts or trousers except the Gym master who'll whack you on whatever you are wearing at the time. Even I can get the cane from Mr. Ridgeway if he thinks that I've stepped over the line."
For the first few weeks there was no problems, Benjamin, Bryan and Robert settled down in what was at first strange surroundings and then slowly it became familiar. They got together in their free periods on Saturday just before they called their home on the phone. The rest of the time they made new friends in their own classes. Bryan writing once a week to his parents and to Debbie, and once a fortnight to his friend Sel.
The cane was not used much in Bryan's class but when it was he noticed it was always six, and usually with what seemed to be the senior cane. So far he had escaped punishment and was starting to feel that maybe he would get through the term without it. However this was not to be.
It was Friday a week before Easter and it started raining as they played the last half of the first game of rugby for the season. After the game which they had lost by 12 to 6, Bryan was in the shower and someone flicked him with a towel as he was getting dried. Bryan spun around with a yell, "Who the _f_u_c_k_ was that?" He saw his team mate Tim Brown laughing at him. "Was it you, you _f_u_c_k_ing _s_h_i_t_house?" Before Tim could answer Gaeme Biglow came through the door.
"Johns was that you swearing?"
"Yes Biglow."
"Right after dinner you will report to Mr. Ridgeway at 6.30pm."
"Yes Biglow."
"Say Biglow, it was my fault also," said Tim. "I flicked Bryan with a towel."
"Very well you can go with Johns to see Mr Ridgeway also." Biglow left the changing room.
"What happens now?" asked Bryan.
"You'll get caned for swearing, they frown on that here. I'm sorry."
"What about you?"
"I'll probably get lines or at worst the cane, but not as many as you. By the way don't try to make up a story, he'll only go harder on you as Biglow will have filled him in."
They spent a miserable two hours waiting for dinner and when Bryan spoke to his Uncle just prior to dinner he didn't mention the trouble he was in. Benjamin had heard that Bryan was to see Mr Ridgeway and made swishing movements with his right arm and then rubbed his own backside going ow ow ow.
After dinner they made their way along the corridor to Mr. Ridgeway's study and knocked on the door.
"Come."
The two boys entered the study.
"Sit on those chairs there," said their Housemaster pointing to the two chairs in front of his desk. He picked up a pipe and started to stuff it with an aromatic tobacco called 'Erinmore' from a round tin. "Well Biglow tells me that you two are in a spot of bother. Do you want to tell me about it?" He lit his pipe and puffed on it to get it going properly. "We'll start with you Brown."
"Sir, I was in the shower room drying off and I flicked Johns with a towel."
"I see. Had Johns done anything to you to warrant such an act?"
"No sir, it was just a bit of fun."
"Well Johns what is your side of the story?"
"It was as Tim, I mean Brown said sir. I was drying off and suddenly I got stung by a towel and I yelled out."
"I don't mind the yelling out, it was what you yelled out that I object to." He puffed on his pipe. "Right Brown you were here last term for a similar incident as I recall, am I correct."
"Yes Sir."
"What happened last time?"
"You gave me lines Sir."
"We will see if lines of a different nature can cure you of fooling about in the shower room. Johns stay where you are. Brown drop your trousers and bend over the end of my desk. You know the drill you've been here before."
Tim looking miserable undid his belt and undoing buttons made his way to the side of the desk. Pushing his pants down to his knees he bent over. While he was doing this Mr. Ridgeway had gone to a cupboard in the corner of his study and got out a couple of canes. He swished first one then the other through the air a couple of times and then laying one of them on his desk he flexed the other. Bryan noticed that it was very supple and slightly bent at one end. He approached Tim and pulled Tim's shirt clear of his buttocks. Bryan had a perfect view of his team mates bum in tight white jockeys.
"You are going to get six. Stay down until I have finished or you will get extra. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir," the muffled reply came from Tim with his head buried in his arms, his bottom twitched slightly as he was waiting for the first strike.
Mr. Ridgeway laid on the six with about ten second pauses between each stroke. Tim didn't move apart from an occasional flexing of his buttocks between the strokes. Bryan could see that the cane seemed to sink into Tim's bottom and stay before being pulled away. As far as he could tell all strokes appeared to land in the same area a small two inches, not spread out the way it used to be done at Te Awamutu College.
"Okay Mr. Brown get dressed and stand in the corner facing this way with your hands on your head. Right Johns, you were warned the first day here that if you were sent to me for punishment, the punishment would be severe. As it is your first offence, but in my view a serious one you will be caned. You will have six the same as Brown, so drop your shorts and bend over the end of my desk as Brown did.
Bryan did as he was told. He felt Mr Ridgeway pull his shirt clear of his bum and then the swish followed by the crack followed by a burning stripe right across his rear end. At ten second intervals five more strokes landed each heaping more pain upon pain as Mr. Ridgeway landed them all in the same area as he had done with Tim. By the time the sixth had landed Bryan knew he was hurt. It took a great effort not to cry out as the last stroke landed.