"Get dressed and stand in the opposite corner with your hands on your head." Mr. Ridgeway put the canes away and went back to his desk where he relit his pipe and got out the punishment book. He filled it in and then said, "Brown come and sign this entry."
Tim went across the study with his hands still on his head until he got to the desk and then he removed his right hand only from his head and took the proffered pen and signed his name. "Thank you Sir," he said shaking Mr. Ridgeway by the hand.
"You may go Brown. Johns come here and sign this entry."
Bryan walked over to the desk with both hands on his head the way he had seen Tim do it and took the pen from the Housemaster after he had got to the desk. He looked at the thick book laying open on the end of the desk where a few minutes earlier he had bent to receive his caning. In neat writing at the top of the page was his name. Johns Bryan. On the next line down there were columns neatly ruled down the page headed Date, Offence, Punishment, Masters Name, Students Name. The next line down was 4/4/60 Swearing in showers 6 across underpants N Ridgeway and a blank space for Bryan to fill in with his signature which he did with a shaking hand. His bum felt like a million hornets had attacked yet he still had to politely shake Mr. Ridgeway's hand and thank him.
"Thank you Sir."
"I hope I don't see you here again for punishment Johns. You may go."
Bryan turned and left the study. As he got to the corner of the corridor he found Tim waiting.
"Come on Bryan, lets go and examine our trophies." They made their way to the toilets on the same floor. "These toilets will be deserted at this time because most of the guys are upstairs getting assignments done for tomorrow."
They went into the toilet and turned on the lights as it was starting to get dark. Bryan was not sure about Tim yet. He shared a room with him and two other boys, Phillip Jones and Mark Shuster. In the toilets there was the usual fittings a row of urinals, stalls and a row of hand basins with a long mirror above them. Bryan went over to the basins and started to pull his shorts down and then his underpants. He turned and looked in the mirror over his shoulder. There was a sold dark red line about two and half inches thick across both buttocks about two inches above where his buttocks joined his thighs... Tim did the same and his bum looked even worse.
"At Te Awamutu Coll they used to spread them about so they covered the whole area and you could see how many you'd got."
"Old Nathan will do that if you are going to get more than six."
"_s_h_i_t_ I don't want to go back in a hurry."
"Careful, or you'll be back quicker than you think. Swearing is really frowned upon here."
Bryan started to pull up his pants and shorts. He could feel his _c_o_c_k_ start to rise and he didn't want Tim to see. Tim was pulling up his own clothes and he had just finished when Mr. Ridgeway walked into the toilet.
"What are you two doing here?"
"Washing our hands Sir," said Tim.
"Well don't play about. No doubt you have assignments to do for tomorrow and so you had better get them done or you will be in more trouble."
The two left the toilet and went upstairs to their room where beside each bed there was a desk combination wardrobe where they could work and study if they wished. Most of the boys at the school seemed to work quite hard. Bryan found he could cope with the work. Now as he pulled out his books and sat down he found it very uncomfortable to sit. He was wondering about using his pillow to sit on when he looked across the room at Tim. Tim had his pants and jockeys down again and was frantically rubbing his bum. The other two guys were amused.
"You two get a bum warming?" asked Phillip.
"Looking at Tim's bum it looks as though Nathan hasn't lost his touch," added Mark. "Come on Bryan show us yours."
Bryan stood up glad to get off the chair that was suddenly so uncomfortable and pulled down his shorts and underpants. He tuned backside on to the others in the room and half bent over. Stood up and pulled up his pants and shorts and said, "Okay guys time to work," and settled carefully onto the chair to do his assignments and after that to bone up on history getting ready for a forthcoming test. He was glad he hadn't rubbed his bum the way Tim had. His _c_o_c_k_ was rearing in his pants. After working at his books for an hour and a half he said, "Time to hit the shower," and grabbing his soap and towel left the room and went along the corridor to the toilets and shower room.
The showers were deserted. While there were stalls, they didn't have curtains or doors. Bryan got under the hot water and started stroking his rearing _c_o_c_k_. He had just cum in a spurtting climax when the door to the shower room was opened and Tim, Phillip and Mark came into the room laughing. Bryan turned to face the rear of the stall willing his _c_o_c_k_ to go down quickly.
"Hey Johns, don't hog all the hot water," Phillip said.
"There's plenty for you and everybody else," replied Bryan as he turned off the water and grabbed his towel. He dried off and going over to the bench on the far side of the room grabbed his PJs and put them on. Grabbing his day clothes he went through the door and back along the corridor to his room. He was just climbing into bed when the other boys came back from their showers.
"Hey Bryan, come out and play. We're going to sneak out and go to Newmarket and go to a late session at the movies. Do you want to come?" said Mark.
"No guys, I'm beat. Tomorrow I'm going with my cousins to my Uncle's home, then at Easter I'll be going home to my parents so I'd better stay in. I'll go with you after Easter though."
"Fair enough," said Phillip.
The three boys dressed in casual shirts and jeans with dark jerseys and quietly left the room. Bryan read for about 15 minutes and turned the light off and drifted off to sleep.
"Johns," someone was shaking his shoulder. "Johns." Bryan woke up. The room was brightly lit and their housemaster was standing there in his dressing gown and Pjs with slippers on his feet. He looked over at the other beds, they were still neatly made except for Phillip's which was rumpled from where he had laid on top of it reading before going to the showers.
"Johns, come with me to my study." Mr. Ridgeway went to the door and waited while Bryan got out of bed and got his dressing gown on and put slippers on.
"Come on Johns, you are trying my patience and it is pretty thin already." Bryan followed his Housemaster out the door along the corridor down stairs and along another corridor to his study. When they got there the room was brightly lit, Bryan's three room mates were there along with a young policeman. Bryan looked at his room mates who looked very worried. Tim especially seemed very pale.
Mr. Ridgeway said, "I found Johns sound asleep, in fact I had to shake him several times to wake him." Turning to Bryan, "Have you been out of the house this evening?"
"No Sir."
Mr. Ridgeway turned to the others, "Who was the fourth boy with you?" There was no reply. "Come on I haven't got all night." He turned to the policeman, I will deal with these three severely you can be assured of that. If I find out who the fourth boy was I will telephone you. Thank you for bringing these three back to the school. Johns, show the officer to the front door and get back here smartly."
Bryan took the policeman down the stairs to the front door. As Bryan was unlocking the door the policeman said, "I think that you are a lucky fellow."
"Why?"
"Those guys are going to have very sore bums before very long. I used to go to school here and Nat Ridgeway can really lay it on."
"I know I got six earlier today and it still sore."
"Well take care, and if you do a duck don't do something stupid so that we get called out."" With a goodnight he got into the patrol car and went down the drive. Bryan closed and locked the door. Just as he started to go up the stairs he heard a soft noise behind him. He turned and saw his cousin Robert there dressed in casual day clothes. He must have slipped into the house while Bryan was talking to the policeman by the car.
"What are you doing dressed like that,?" asked Bryan quietly.
"I went out to Newmarket with your room mates. Actually I followed them out and then they let me tag along."
"You'd better get upstairs to your room quietly and don't get caught." Bryan went back to the housemaster's study wondering why Mr. Ridgeway wanted him. He knocked on the door and went in.
"Ah Johns you are back at last, what took so long?"
"I talked with the policeman Sir, he told me that he was an old boy."
"He was. We have been waiting to find out your part in this affair."
"My part, I have been in the house all night Sir."
"I know that, but did you know these boys were going to go out?"
"Yes Sir."
"Did you try to stop them in any way?"
"No Sir."
"That was foolish Johns. You have been implicated in a very foolish prank which has gone wrong and it has brought disgrace on the school. We will be lucky if it doesn't get into the papers. If it does these three boys will be expelled as well as getting a thrashing. Sit over there and keep quiet. Bryan went over to the corner of the study and sat in a large armchair near a bookcase.
"Well Brown you were in my study just nine hours ago for a caning. Obviously it wasn't hard enough because you got brought back to the school at 3.00am in the morning by the police after being caught trying to get into a club under age. And it was only the intervention by a passing patrol that stopped the three of you being beaten up by the club's bouncers. Is that correct?"
"Yes Sir."
"Don't you have anything to say in mitigation?"
"No Sir. We went out to a late session at the movies and then followed some young people to the club for a party, but we weren't allowed in."
"And instead of leaving quietly like a sensible adult which no doubt you are trying to be, you created a fuss and so got caught."
"Yes Sir."
Mr. Ridgeway put down his pipe which he had been smoking ever since Bryan had come back to the study and stood up. He went to the cupboard in the corner and got out the two canes that Bryan had seen earlier. Put one on his desk and flexed the other.
"Right Johns get out of that chair and drag it over to my desk. Face the seat to my desk and then go and stand by the bookcase." Bryan did as he asked.
"Step over here Brown, take down those jeans you are wearing and bend over the back of my chair. I want your head well down. You will get eight and if you get up or try to protect yourself before I have finished you will get the whole twelve."
Tim went even paler than he was already and made his way to the chair undoing his belt and then unzipping his jeans. When he was up against the back of the chair he pushed his jeans down to his knees and bent over the back of the chair. After his shower earlier he had changed into clean underpants that were getting old and worn. You could just about see through them. Bryan could see the heavy welt from their previous caning through the thin material.
"Down tighter Brown and get those legs further apart." Tim did as he was asked. Mr. Ridgeway went and stood behind Tim's left side and raised the cane. He brought it down with a almighty swish and CRACK. Tim just about leaped out of the chair. He got down again before Mr. Ridgeway could say anything. Three more strokes fell. By the way Tim moved between each stroke Bryan knew he was in pain. He could hear Tim panting as though he was running. Mr. Ridgeway was working his way down Tim's buttocks this time, not just concentrating on one area.
When the sixth stroke fell Tim let out a loud, "Ouch." His buttocks flexing frantically trying to stop the pain. The last two landed right on the crease where thigh meets buttocks with Tim crying out quietly.
"Get up and get dressed and go and stand by Johns with your hands on your head.
Tim came over and stood next to Bryan with tears streaming down his face. He had stopped sobbing, but it was very close as he tried to gain control of himself and his feelings.
Right Shuster, you know the drill, loose those jeans and bend over the chair as Brown did. You'll get ten strokes."
Mark went over to the chair he was running one hand over his buttocks as he loosened his belt with the other. He half bent over as instructed, then pushed his jeans down to his knees before bending right down. Again the cane went to work. After eight strokes Mark was in considerable pain. Again Mr. Ridgeway had worked his way down the buttocks with the last three landing just above the thighs. The last two were right on the crease. Mark jumped up as soon as he was given the command and quickly pulled up his jeans and came to stand next to Tim and Bryan with his hands on his head. He hadn't cried out, but he had tears coursing down his cheeks.
"Right Jones, as the eldest boy in the room you should have stopped the others. You'll have twelve, go to the chair.
Phillip went to the chair and like Mark half bent over before pushing his jeans down and then bending over further.
"Further down Jones I want those buttocks tighter."
Phillip did as he was told and once again the study was filled with the swish and crack of the cane as it met it's target. After the sixth stroke Bryan noticed that Phillip seemed to sink into the chair with the stroke and as the cane started to swish through the air on its downward path he pushed his bum out to meet it. The second group of six landed on target and again the last two were placed right on the crease.
"Get up Jones, get dressed and go and stand with your fellow miscreants. Johns come here. Get the dressing gown off and bend over. I am caning you because you should have stopped these fools from going out and if you couldn't you should have got me or Biglow. Bryan with his heart pounding took his gown off, went to the chair and bent over as the others had done. Swish and a moment later crack then the burning pain. It was right on the crease. Another swish and whack and again it landed on the crease.
"Get up Johns, put your gown on and stand with the others.
The boys had to sign the entries in the punishment book. Bryan noticed on his entry, 2 on seat of pajamas with the date being one day different the only difference from the entry above it.
"Right boys to bed I'll be up in 10 minutes to make sure you are all in bed with the lights out and no talking, am I understood?"
"Yes Sir."
They left the study all of them rubbing their behinds as they climbed the stairs to their room. In their room they quickly undressed and got into bed just as Mr. Ridgeway put his head around the door.
"You have three hours before the morning bell goes. I suggest you sleep well. Apart from Johns I want the other three to report to me after breakfast. I have some work for you to do." He went out shutting the door and the room was in darkness.
The boys waited a few minutes then started talking about their night out and the caning that had followed. Bryan lay in bed his _c_o_c_k_ straining to get out of his Pjs. It had been a very erotic sight to see his three room mates caned so hard. He started to stroke his swollen member slowly. He intended to only come to the brink of cuming and then stopping as he didn't want his room mates to hear him.
"Tim said in a loud whisper, "How's your bum Bryan."
"A bit tender, what about yours Phillip?, you got twelve."
"It feels as though it's been roasted. I'm laying on my stomach.
"I've got some cream in my kit which will take the sting away. I'll get it and you guys can look after yourselves or each other whatever you want." Bryan reached into his wardrobe and got the jar of cream and handed across the aisle to Mark who slept next to him. Mark got out of bed and went over to Phillip. He turned on the small light on Phillip's study desk and went to work peeling down Phillip's Pjs and massaging the cream into Phillip's bum.
"Okay your done, come and do mine." The process was repeated until all four had had their bums rubbed with the soothing cream, all of them getting back into their beds and sighing as they lay on their tender backsides.
"I'm going to sleep on my stomach," said Phillip.
Next morning Bryan went to his Uncle's home with Robert and Benjamin. He was surprised when they got there as his Mother and his brother Tom came out of the house to greet him.....
"I know we'll see you next weekend at Easter," she said, "but Tom had to go to the eye specialist yesterday and so we stayed over. We're going back home on the afternoon railcar as far as Hamilton and then your father will meet us there. How have you been son? School must agree with you, you are looking well." She rattled on not really giving Bryan a chance to reply.
Later just after lunch Uncle Peter took him his mother and Tom to the station to catch the railcar..
"We will see you next weekend. Don't bring anything home. Dad or I will meet you at the station because if the train is on time you should get arrive in enough time for him to bring you home before he goes to work." She hugged Bryan and grabbing Tom got onto the railcar just as the guard blew his whistle. The railcar sounded it hooter and slowly moved out of the station. Bryan went back to the car where Uncle Peter was patiently waiting and they went back to the house.
After dinner Benjamin took Bryan aside and quietly thanked him for not telling on Robert. He also gave him a couple of packets of Durex. "I got these for you as you asked while I was out last week. Seventh form and above were allowed 'out of gates' to go into town to the library or the museum. Bryan handed over the five shillings he owed Benjamin. Benjamin smiled, "I suppose after Easter you'll come back a man of the world." Bryan just smiled back at Benjamin..........................