The Home 3


by Anonymous

HOUSEMASTER

During the day I completed routine administration work. I telephoned Simon's school and spoke with the Headmaster, introducing myself and requesting that regular feed back on the boys progress be fed back to me, adding that any misdemenours at school should also be reported.

I found the Grange's Headmaster's supply of canes...very extensive, and selected two rather thin but very pliant canes which I took back to my office. School canes should be hung, not left standing, so I hung them on a hook on the wall. I admired the sight and knew the effect that they would have on the boys in the house.

I took a call from Social Services informing me that Simon's mum was now very ill but they advised me not to let the boy know until they had more news. They were contacting other adult relatives but it seemed that there were few blood relatives, the closest being an uncle of the boy who lived in New Zealand.

I passed the rest of the day thinking about Simon. I would be moving him to a room nearer my office which was currently vacant. I would place another boy in with Dave. He seemed a good boy.

As a drifted off into my mid-afternoon rest. It was a wonderful time before the rush and noise of eighteen lively boys (excluding the few who were often kept at school in detention) would crash into the house. Teenagers were always starving hungry it seemed so a huge supply of bread and jam awaited them in the kitchen as usual. Cook was never there to supervise and it was always left to the younger ones to clean up.

I came to just as the boys arrived. The knock at my door reminded me of the appointment Simon had with me. I glanced at the white gym shorts I had placed on the sofa in the corner of the office. They would be tight but I thought they would fit the eleven year old nicely.

SIMON

My bottom hurt until lunchtime. The school chairs are hard and I could feel the skin for ages.

I could not really concentrate in the morning and two teachers told me off.

As I walked back with the others I told Dave that I had to go and see MR Bobbins again for homework. He was very sympathetic but just told me to do my best. He told me that if I did everything I was told the Housemaster would probably not be too hard on me. I knew that.

I knocked on the door and was told to enter. I smiled at Mr Bobbins in a friendly way and he smiled back.

''I have some things which will help us with your schoolwork Simon, '' he said and pointed to the wall.

I saw the canes and wanted to run away, then I wanted to cry. Why was this man being so horrible to me?

''Take off you trousers and underpants and fold them carefully then place them neatly on the sofa Simon'', Mr Bobbins asked ''You will remove your shoes as well please'' he added

I did as I was told.

Mr Bobbins handed me a pair of white shorts and told me to put them on and then come to him.

I was nervous because I thought he was going to smack me again.

I walked across to the man wearing the shorts, which were tight (but I did not say anything), my grey socks, my white schhol shirt and red and blue tie. Mr Bobbins reached for the knot of my tie and pulled it tighter then he straigtened it.

He rached into his pocket and pulled out a comb, then he started combing my hair.

''You will work on that table by the window Simon'', Mr Bobbins explained.''I have put two cookies and a glass of milk there for you.''

''Thank you sir,'' I said very politely, ''but I don't really like milk very much''.

''Oh well....in that case whilst you are learning your spellings I will go and fetch you some then'' Mr Bobbins said.

I hoped that he was not mad at me for saying that I did not like the milk and I smiled again.

HOUSEMASTER

When Simon smiles his little dimples show. His face is quite pretty and his cheekbones are high. His hair is a little on the long side, but I like that in boys his age.

But it is not his face that interests me. I wonder how marked his bottom is from this morning's session with the clothes brush. I can't wait to apply the cane. Those shorts will pull his buttocks together well and make my target even smaller than if he were bare bottomed.

I think I will bare his bottom for a hand spanking at bed time again, that will be three spankings today. His bottom is ideal for spanking.

I think he should get all his spellings correct to avoid six strokes. Yes that is fair, perfectly fair.

I love the innocent look of apprehension in the boys eyes.


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