The new boys are thirteen. They look so young and always smart in their new uniforms. As I remember my first day five years ago and I can tell that they will be very nervous but struggle to conceal this from their fellows and from us.
Our school is an elite one, parents push their sons to gain entry and the house has a reputation for being one of the best so we usually get a good group, all bright and good at sport. They need to be quite fit as standards academically and in sport are very high. Without stregth of character and body you do not make it.
Harry and I were the new head and deputy head of house. We would be choosing our fags and getting to know the other new boys.
After my introductory speech and welcome to the new boys the serious business of selecting our fags began.
I had agreed with Harry that we would interview each of the nine new boarders with the other prefects in our home room. It was Harry's idea about how to conduct the interview and we all agreed to follow it.
The first new boy knocked on the door and was invited in. The expression on his face!
These boys all came fom good prep schools. They would have been so _c_o_c_k_y there, all confidence, but here the first one looked typically ill at ease.
''Come in and put your blazer on the floor neatly behind you'' I ordered. The boy turned around and bending to do as I had requseted we all studied his backside.
It was a boy called Stephen who I chose. He was number seven. His backside was absolutley perfect, not large but shapely and with just enough flesh that I was convinced he would produce the correct bounce in resonse to my rattan prefect cane. He had a cute face, his skin smooth and clear and a cheecky expression. I reckoned that he was a confident enough boy and I would enjoy having him in my study claening it whilst I looked on, running errands for me and generally carrying out my instructions. I looked forward to the rest of the day.
Harry congratulated me on my choice ''I was going to choose Stephen if you hadn't Toby'', he announced to me quietly as we led our new fags down the corridor towards our studies.
Once inside my study with my new boy I closed the door, went to my closet and took out the cane. I held it in my right hand and looking down I asked Stephen if he had ever been caned. I knew his prep school, it had been mine , so I susoected that he would have been very lcky to have escaped a beating at some point. Stephen admitted that he had been caned 'once or twice'. and also sometimes at home from his father.
I was not surprised and thought that if I had a son with a body like this boy I would probably be beating his bottom every day.
I told Stephen that if his fags were not properly completed or if I was not satisfied with his efforts he would be caned. He looked quite miserable.
I told him to take his jacket off and asked him to unpack two large boxes of books my father had sent to school and to put them on my bookcase in author order.
I sat in my longe chair and watched the boy as he began his work. His school tousers streched seductively across his shapely bottom each time he bent over to pick up a new book. The curves excited me and I hoped that Stephen would mis-file a book, giving me an excuse to deliver a couple of scorchers across his pert buttocks.
TBC