The Headmaster glanced at his watch as he strode briskly along the corridor to his office, the morning assembly had over run and he was five minutes late for his appointment with Mrs. Butler. As he reached the school secretaries office he popped his head in the door and asked whether Mrs. Butler had arrived.
"Yes Headmaster, she's in your office.......I gave her a cup of tea"
"Thankyou Miss Harris, by the way Hanson of 1B and Cotteridge of 5C are due to report to me, would you keep an ear out for them and stop them disturbing me, tell them to wait outside the door until I call them in!"
The middle aged secretary jotted down the boys names and smiled,
"Of course Headmaster"
Mr. Kent straightened his already perfect tie and entered his room.
"I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting Mrs. Butler!"
The woman gave a weak smile and shook her head,
"Not at all Mr. Kent"
with shaking fingers she placed the cup she was holding in the saucer on the desk. The Headmaster could see that the woman was nervous and indeed she looked half exhausted.
"What can I do for you Mrs. Butler?, is it Robert?"
The woman nodded her head and lowered her eyes.
"Oh Mr. Kent, I'm at my wits end! since his Father died last year he's become so difficult, he's rude, lazy, he talks to me as though I'm a servant, I never see him do any homework.........I, I..........."
She shrugged her shoulders and left the sentence unfinished.
The Headmaster nodded sympathetically. He knew Robert Butler very well, or at least he knew the sight of his backside, during the past year he had applied his cane to it enough times!
" I rather thought there were ah, problems........has the boy told you that I've had cause to punish him several times?"
"No Mr. Kent, he hasn't.......has he been like it at school as well?"
"I'm afraid so, we all had great sympathy for you both at the loss of your husband, all of the staff gave Robert a great deal of leeway with regards to his homework etc. but I'm afraid even our patience ran out after a couple of months. Considering what a good pupil he used to be we are all saddened by this change in him"
Mrs. Butler gave a deep sigh.
"Robert misses he Father, he thought the world of him, but my husband used to be very firm with the boy, he always checked his homework and school books, Robert knew that if he hadn't done his best his Dad would give him a slippering"
"That is obviously a large part of the problem Mrs. Butler......have you not considered disciplining the boy yourself?"
"I tried once, about a month after Edward had gone.......I told him to bend over but he just laughed at me, snatched the slipper from my hand and threw it behind the sofa......you know how big he is Mr. Kent, I just can't punish him!"
The Headmaster leaned back in his chair and pressed the tips of his fingers together as if in thought. Robert was a big lad for his age, just fifteen, he could well believe that the boy would make a mockery of his Mothers attempt to punish him.
"Mrs. Butler, have you ever considered taking a lodger?"
The woman shook her head.
"No, I have no need to, my husband left me comfortably off"
"I was just thinking, one of my masters is very unhappy in his present lodgings, he knows Robert, I just thought that if you took him as a paying guest he could perhaps continue the discipline of the boy at home as well as at school........Robert would hardly refuse punishment from one of his teachers!"
"Do you think this man would be prepared to take that responsibility?"
"I'm sure he would Mrs. Butler"
The Head' knew very well that he would, of his large staff, Mr. Kent was aware of the three other masters who shared his own enjoyment of thrashing boys backsides.
"Shall I fetch him and put the idea forward, and you can meet of course!"
Mrs. Butler nodded eagerly, already the idea of a man in the house who could control Robert was very appealing. The Headmaster excused himself and left the room. Outside he found the two boys waiting.
"I'm busy at the moment, run along back to your classrooms!"
The two boys swiftly made an exit. The Head' allowed them to reach the far end of the corridor before shouting,
"That doesn't mean you get out of your canings, report back to me after school!"
He then made his way to the metalwork shop. Mr. Barber the metalwork teacher was surprised to see the Headmaster enter the room, he never came into the workshop. The Headmaster gestured him aside and whispered.
"BOYS!......I have to leave the room for a few minutes......do NOT use any machines while I'm gone and behave sensibly, Mr. Bowers next door will be keeping an ear out for you so be warned, any nonsence and, well, you know what!"
Walking back to the office the Headmaster explained the situation, Mr. Barber was delighted at the prospect of getting decent lodgings and the opportunity to 'keep an eye' on Robert Butler! He had cracked the steel engineering rule across the boys backside several times and greatly enjoyed it!
Mrs. Butler was slightly surprised when she was introduced. The man was far younger than she had imagined, she guessed he was in his early thirties and besides which he was rather good looking! After a brief conversation it was agreed that Mr. Barber would move in as a lodger at the weekend and that with his new landladies full approval, he had authority to discipline Robert as he saw fit. The two shook hands and Mr. Barber returned to his class.
"I think you will find the situation greatly improved once Mr. Barber takes up residence, Robert knows him already and will think twice about pushing his luck too far!........just one more thing though, I firmly believe that Robert has got it into his head that he is beyond your control, I think a lesson in humility would be in order........did you ever witness the boys slipperings when his Father was alive?"
Mrs. Butler shook her head,
"No, my husband used to say it was a Father and son thing, I used to go into another room"
"Well with your permission I'd like to send for Robert and give him a lesson he won't forget for a while and I'd like you to be present, I believe that will bring the boy down to earth with a jolt!"
Mrs. Butler nodded her approval. Mr. Kent opened the door into the secretaries office and asked her to fetch Robert. She checked the timetable and bustled off to collect the boy. Five minutes later there was a knock on the door and Robert entered. When he saw his Mother sitting by the desk he reddened in the face.
"Mum......what are you......."
"BE QUIET BOY!"
Robert flushed even more, feeling very silly to be shouted at in front of his Mum. Sulkily he stood still and lowered his eyes. The Headmaster stood up.
"Butler, run along to Mr. Harker and request a loan of gym kit, shorts, vest and plimsolls only. then back here at double quick time!.......NOW!"
The boy looked at his Mother and the Head' then quickly left the room. He made his way to the changing room and had to go into the gym' to speak to the games master. He had taken just three steps when the games master noticed him. He blew his whistle and the first year class stopped what they were doing and stood still. The masters voice echoed loudly through the gymnasium.
"HOW DARE YOU COME IN HERE IN SHOES!"
Striding across to Robert he withdrew a large plimsoll from his track suit trousers pocket,
"BEND OVER!"
Robert didn't hesitate to obey, blushing for the second time he touched his toes, aware that the eleven year olds were watching intently as the 'big boy' bent over.
The games master swung the slipper down onto the fifteen year olds bottom with tremendous force, a loud ''THWACK' echoed in the gym', then as Robert gasped at the incredible sting, a second whack almost knocked him off his feet.
"UP!.......what do you want boy?"
Robert repeated the Headmasters instructions and the games master led Robert back into the changing room, he produced a vest, a thin pair of cotton shorts and a pair of plimsolls from his office, then stood and watched as the boy stripped off and changed into the kit. The games master grinned, he knew that the lad was in for a caned backside and he smiled at the tought that he had just pre warmed the boys sturdy buttocks with his slipper!
Robert walked quickly back to the office, extremely sore and aware that because he was not wearing underpants his dick was clearly outlined in the tight shorts. To his horror when he walked back into the room the Headmaster was talking to his Mother but was holding a cane in his hand.
"Butler, your Mother has voiced her concerns at your behaviour and I am not happy with your attitude boy, therefor I'm going to cane you"
He pointed to the middle of the room with the cane.
"Bend over!"
Robert couldn't believe he was going to be caned with his Mother in the room.
"Sir, please Sir......Mum, can you go out now!"
"No Butler, your Mother cannot go out now......do as you are told BEND OVER!"
Miserably the boy touched his toes. He could hardly bear to think that he was about to be caned on his already slippered bottom!
Mr. Kent who had already noticed from the front that Robert was indeed a 'big boy' now, looked down onto the bottom presented before him. The shorts Mr. Harker had provided were extremely tight fitting, the boys buttocks were clearly discernable and the thin cotton shorts rose up as the boy bent over exposing the lower cheeks. Robert was a boy who nature had been kind to, his hormones were in 'overdrive' and he was physically almost as big as the Headmaster. His bottom was firm and perfectly shaped and his legs were sturdy and already hair covered. Mr. Kent hoped that his excitement was not visible to the boys Mother!
The Headmaster caned the boy severely, each stroke of the cane landing with absolute accuracy, the Headmaster was a well practiced caner......Robert might be a 'big boy' but at the hands of the Head' he was soon reduced to a snivelling, yelping schoolboy. Mrs. Butler watched impassively as her son was soundly beaten, she had suffered for almost a year now at the hands of her son, so much so that she set her face and relished each and every stroke of the cane. The eighth whack landed on the bare flesh just at the tops of the thighs, the boy squealled.
Mr. Kent stepped back and placed the cane on his desk.
"Very well Butler........get up"
Robert rose slowly, the pain in his maturing bottom almost indescribeable. Both Mrs. Butler and Mr. Kent were gratified to see tears streaming down the boys cheeks. Mrs. Butler who had almost allowed herself to belive that her son was nearly a man realised that he was just a big schoolboy and all it had taken was the strength of a grown man to make that fact clear. She understood now why her late husband had insisted on giving the boy a slippering so frequently.
"Go and get changed then get back to class.......I'll be keeping an eye on you boy as from today, I hope there will be no need for a repeat of this mornings occurence!"
Robert wiped his face with his hand and not able to look at his Mother, left the room. When he got back to the changing room he found the first year boys in the process of undressing and headng into the hissing showers. He watched the familiar sight as they rushed to reach the big tiled shower area, after four years at the school he knew the routine of the games master well enough. Sure enough Mr. Harker stood at the entrance to the shower area, slipper in hand. The last boy attempted to dash past but was grabbed by the shoulder.
"What happens to the last boy ready lad!?"
"Slipper Sir"
"OVER!"
The eleven year old bent over and the muscular games master landed two hefty whacks to the boys bare bottom with the gymshoe. The lad stood up and dashed into the streamng water, the two sole marks of the slipper clearly visible on his bottom. As Robert stripped off the vest the master approached him. He could see by the boys red eyes that he had shed a few tears. He smiled grimly.
"You've wasted my time lad.......bend over!"
"SIR!....please Sir, I've just had the cane from the Head' Sir!"
"Not my problem boy......OVER!"
Robert touched his toes yet again.
Mr. Harker stared down onto the bottom, the weal of the cane visible below the shorts, he loved the idea that there were several vivid stripes hidden. Raising the gymshoe he swung it down hard onto the youths backside, apart from the hissing of the showers the changing room was silent so the 'THWACK' echoed loudly through the tiled room. 'THWACK!' 'THWACK!' 'THWACK!'. Mr. Harker gave him four strokes, he knew the pain, on top of the caning, let alone the earlier slippering must be intense but he cared not at all. The slippering brought on the boys tears afresh. As he peeled down the shorts he gave his bottom a gentle rub, but he couldn't bear to touch too hard. Slowly he dressed and so severe was the throbbing in his own backside that he barely took in the sound of a further slippering taking place as the 'last boy' left the showers.
For the rest of the day Robert could hardly sit still. Finally as the last bell rang he packed up his belongings and made his way home. He dreaded looking his Mother in the face, he had never felt so humiliated in his life.
At the tea table Mrs. Butler passed her son a cup of tea. Robert took it without a word of thanks.
"I've a surprise for you dear"
Robert looked totally uninterested.
"We're going to have a lodger..........Mr. Barber from your school......a very nice man!"
Robert banged the cup down onto the saucer, a look of horror crossing his face.
"No Mum!........not him, he's .........I don't like him!"
He didn't either, the masters steel rule snapping down onto his bottom on several occasions were unpleasant memories he prefered to forget!
"Nonsence dear, I'm sure it will be nice for you to have someone you know"
Then, with a grim expression she added the final words of revenge,
"He's also going to be responsible for keeping an eye on you......we've agreed that he will deal with you when you are a naughty boy!"
Smiling, she collected up the tea things and went into the kitchen.
Robert went very pale.............................