"The beauty of the plan is that it is so simple". James Gardiner was sitting on the table in the study (Marlborough Study) he shared with three other fourteen year old boys. They were sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of him.
"All we need to do", he continued, "is to make sure that one of us leaves something in the girls' common room after tomorrow's social evening. Then, when everyone else has left he suddenly remembers, goes back, undoes the window latch, collects the thing he has forgotten and joins the rest of us on the way back to the boys' block."
"OK, that bit may be simple", this was Robin Sanders, "but we've then got to get out of our dorm, downstairs, in here and out of the window all without getting caught by a prefect or a master. Then we've got to walk across a floodlit courtyard to the girls' block, climb into their common room through the window, find our way to the right dorm, have our midnight feast, try to get a few snogs without making them squeal and make the whole journey back. Wouldn't it be easier just to go to Burkham and ask him to swish us now?"
"Don't be so bloody wet Sanders", James snapped back, "we all know it's risky, but if you didn't take risks in this place you'd die of boredom. If we get caught before we get to the girls' block we just say we were going to have a midnight picnic in the grounds. I reckon we'd get four for that. OK, so four from Burkham isn't exactly painless, but we've all had it before and no lasting damage was done. I agree that if we're caught in the girls' block things will be rather worse. In fact, there's no way we'd escape six. But we've all got the best chance we'll get all term to snog the girls we particularly fancy when all they'll be wearing is nighties or pyjamas. Are you really saying that that isn't worth six of Burkham's best?".
"I'd have double that and more to be able to snog Miranda in her nightie, but how can you be sure we won't be expelled?".
"When was the last time anyone was expelled from this school? I can tell you, never. They need the fees. They're not going to expel a boy in a month of Sundays if they can get away with swishing him. I mean, they haven't even expelled a girl for about twenty years and they can't swish them. The worst a girl ever gets is being suspended for a week, with no refund of fees."
"I suppose you're right. OK, so let's get on with the plans."
The midnight feast had actually been the idea of the girls. Fourth form girls, as with the boys, shared four to a study. The same four also shared a small dormitory. Miranda Syon, Lucy Trecks, Samantha Leinster and Julia Ramer had been sharing for the best part of a year. They were firm friends. All were fourteen. They were in the same class, enjoyed the same sports and hobbies and, amazingly, had each fallen for the charms of a different boy in Marlborough Study. Who knows what troubles there may have been for their relationships with each other if two or more had fallen for the same boy. But it had not happened.
Miranda thought that Robin Sanders was the most attractive boy of her age she had ever seen. He was slightly taller than her, exceptionally sporty with the longest and most beautifully proportioned legs that you could imagine. So besotted was she that, however appalling the weather, she never missed one of his rugby matches. The sight of Robin in his tight games shorts was one she would not miss for the world. Once, during a mixed gym class, she had seen him being given four with a plimsoll by the PT master. She had been desperately upset at the thought of the pain it must have caused him, but she had also been highly excited by seeing him bend over and present his gorgeously pert bottom (as she described it to her girlfriends later), covered only by the briefest of gym shorts, for the whacking. Shortly after his punishment she had found herself standing behind him in a queue of boys and girls waiting to perform some gymnastic feat. She had edged forward and allowed her hand, "accidentally", to touch the seat of his shorts. He had turned his head, saw it was her and smiled. Her heart had leapt at the thought that he might be enjoying the touch of her hand and she got braver. She allowed the flat of her hand gently to caress and stroke his bottom. She could feel the warmth created by the stinging blows with the plimsoll. She pressed slightly harder and felt how firm his bottom was. He had not pulled away, but had turned slightly more towards her and given her the most wonderful wink she had ever seen. He had then had to run forward and jump over some piece of equipment. She had followed and, when she had joined him on the other side, she had noticed a slight bulging at the front of his shorts. The thought that she had given the boy of her dreams the beginnings of an erection had been almost too much for her. That had been the start of their relationship. Nothing desperately exciting had happened since then because the school authorities did their utmost to prevent too much intimacy be! tween girls and boys, but there had been the occasional innocent kiss, snatched in secret moments, and a couple of fumbling, but wonderful, embraces.
Lucy and James Gardiner had first set eyes on each other on their first day in the school at the age of thirteen. Each had known, with absolute certainty, that fate had brought together a boy and a girl who were made for each other. James had seen a tall, slim, blonde, with just the beginnings of a few well placed curves, whose smile had made his heart beat twice as fast as normal. Lucy had almost swooned (or so she later claimed) when the tall, slim, handsome, dark-haired boy had entered the class. When he spoke, in a soft but low voice (indicating that puberty had arrived) she made a secret resolution that, come what may, he would be her boyfriend. In fact, it had been James who had made the first move. The new boys and girls had been divided up for their introductory talks on discipline from the head boy (Burkham's predecessor) and the head girl. The boys had been given a detailed run down of the school rules and of the penalties that would be vigorously enforced when the rules were broken. Having spelt out a rule, the head boy, in each case, would say something like "if my memory serves me right, the punishment for breaking that rule is a caning from me". His listeners had not been deceived by his apparent uncertainty. They had all reckoned that he must have been looking forward to exercising his right to cane them with as much pleasure as the dread that they felt. While this talk had been proceeding, Lucy and the other girls had been listening to the head girl. The same rules had been explained, but the punishments were different. Girls who misbehaved would be given detentions and, in extreme cases, suspended.
In the evening of the first day, after the talks on discipline, the new boys and girls had had their first "social". They had met in the boys' common room and had been allowed to mingle, under the close eye of two prefects, for half an hour. In fact, most of the boys had stayed on one side of the room and most of the girls on the other, but James was no coward. He had been determined that no other boy would claim his prize. He had walked nonchalantly over to where she was standing and introduced himself.
"Hi, my name's Gardiner, but I wouldn't mind if you called me James."
"Hi, I'm Lucy. Looks like we're going to be classmates."
"Yeah, that should be fun."
They had gradually started moving away from the other girls and were soon sitting together on a small sofa in a corner of the room. James had had little experience of trying to "chat up" girls and his technique was certainly not yet perfected, but Lucy didn't mind.
"We had a talk from Pearsall" (the head boy) "about punishments. It sounds as though this place is pretty strict on boys. It seems as though the only punishment they know about is the cane."
"One of the girls in my study said she thought that boys got the whack here, but I didn't realise they actually used the cane. Who gives it, is it Mr Spencer?". He was the boys' housemaster.
"Oh no, they like to make sure it is someone really fit and strong so Pearsall will be dishing it out."
"Wow, he looks really tough. I hope you don't get it from him, cos I bet your hands would hurt for ages."
"We won't be getting it on our hands. It's our bums that'll be on the wrong end of the stick. Still, I don't mind. I got whacked at my prep school quite a lot and it didn't do me any harm. I suppose they don't whack girls cos they're not used to it like boys are."
"I wish you'd tell that to my dad. He's started using a hairbrush on me and I can tell you it's pretty painful."
"Do you know, as soon as I saw you I thought 'that girl is a cut above the rest', I bet it's cos you've had the same sort of punishments as boys. I've never had the hairbrush, but my dad is free and easy with the slipper when he gets rattled. I bet the hairbrush is almost as hard. Except, what with you being a girl, you get the advantage of not getting home whackings on your bare bum like I do."
"I wish. First thing my dad does when he starts telling me off is to take my knickers down."
The conversation, to James's inexperienced mind, was going in exactly the right direction. If you could get a girl talking about bare bottom spankings, you were really made. Fortunately for him, he did not say what was going through his mind; that he would give almost anything to be able to see Lucy's no doubt wonderfully attractive bottom being turned a delightful shade of red. Although, if truth be told, Lucy herself was not completely unmoved by the thought of James's bottom being exposed for a slippering. Anyway, this rather unromantic conversation had got the two of them where they wanted to be. The whole third form knew, from that day on, that James and Lucy were "an item".
George Laxton realised he was becoming attracted to Samantha about half way through their first term. He had been somewhat jealous of James's and Robin's success with the girls and had been looking around for one of his own. For some reason, it had not occurred to him to try for one of the two free girls in Miranda's and Lucy's study. But then, during a swimming lesson, he had suddenly noticed Samantha in her bikini. She was standing just in front of him, by the pool side, with her back to him, and he saw two of the most perfect long legs rising to a fantastically proportioned slim round bottom. In an instant he knew that Samantha was the one. I am afraid that his technique was even more uncivilised than James's. His reasoning was straight forward. If a boy sees another boy, who is a friend of his, standing right by a swimming pool his natural reaction is to push. Everyone knew that and, if a boy put himself in that position, he must want a bit of horseplay. Surely the same must apply to girls. But George decided to add a refinement. Instead of just pushing, he decided to grab Samantha round the waist, pick her up and jump in with her.
The attack did come as something of a surprise to Samantha and her immediate reaction was not entirely friendly. But, when she saw who her assailant was, she changed her tune. The truth was that Samantha had been keen on George for some time, but she had been too timid to make a move. This was a perfect opportunity. She started splashing him, giggling all the time to show she didn't really mind what he had done. He waded towards the steps and started climbing out. She followed without hesitation. As he was halfway up, she swung her right hand hard at his undeniably smackable bottom. He screeched "ouch" at the shock of the smack, but laughed as helplessly as her. Soon they were again by the pool side, play fighting happily. George was over the moon. He even got in a nice smack of his own at her firm young buttocks, and she had not minded at all. The little adventure, inevitably, had not been allowed to last more than a few seconds. The master taking the swimming lesson soon broke them up and marched George into the changing rooms for a quick four strokes with a plimsoll. But he would have taken the punishment ten times over for the pleasure he had got from his first physical contact with Samantha.
That left Michael Nixon and Julia. They actually fancied each other from an early stage, but neither had done a thing about it. It was Robin who finally got things moving. He told Miranda that Michael was keen on Julia. Miranda said that Julia was keen on Michael. They both agreed that something had got to be done to overcome their shyness. Eventually Robin had a brainwave. Just before one of the regular socials Michael had been given three strokes of the cane by Pearsall. His bottom was still stinging, as Robin realised it would be, when they went to the social. Robin dashed straight to Miranda and whispered his advice.
"Michael's just had the swish and his bum is really sore. Go and tell Julia about how you stroked my bum after that slippering and how it made me feel so much better and tell her she really must do the same for Michael."
Miranda got her friend into a corner and told her what to do. Julia did not hide her eagerness to undertake the task, but she was terrified that Michael would ridicule her. Miranda used all her powers of persuasion and, eventually, Julia gave in. She walked shyly up to Michael, who was standing alone at the other end of the room.
"Hi Julia, how's things?"
"Great Michael, except I've just heard about your swishing. Does it hurt a lot?"
"It's still a bit sore, but don't worry about me."
She stood beside him and slipped her left hand behind him. She gently raised his jacket tails and placed her hand on the firm round buttocks.
"You poor boy, I'm so sorry, does this help?"
Michael gulped, "you bet it does Julia, my bum feels better already".
They stayed side by side for several minutes, her hand on his bottom and both in heaven. It couldn't go on too long, of course, because it was having an effect on Michael that would soon be apparent to anyone who looked at the front of his trousers. Julia did, in fact, notice the start of a tent there. She whispered into his ear.
"I suppose I'd better stop before we both get too excited".
At last, all four boys and girls were matched. In view of what was to happen later, it was, perhaps, appropriate that corporal punishment had played its part in the beginnings of each relationship.
As I mentioned, it had been the girls' idea to ask the boys to their dormitory for a midnight feast. Although it was subtly made clear that no one was to go beyond kissing and cuddling, it was equally clear that there would be plenty of that, if it was wanted. And it certainly was!
The boys continued their military style plans for the break in to the girls' dorm. When all was clear in their minds, they discussed the delights that awaited them.
"I wonder whether Julia will be wearing a nighty or pyjamas", Michael said. "I can't work out which I'd like best. I mean a really short nighty would obviously be fantastic, but is a long nighty better than slim fit pyjamas?"
"We can have fun fantasising about what the girls are going to wear", said Robin, "but we can't do much to affect the outcome of that. What about what we wear?"
James looked perplexed, "we'll be in our pyjamas of course."
"And what do you say to Julia when your dick jumps through your flies and stands to attention the second you start snogging her?"
"Oh yeah, I see your point. It does get rather out of control when Julia's about. Still, it would be a bit unfair on the girls if we expected them to be wearing skimpy nightclothes and we turned up in baggy trousers. I know, why don't we wear jock straps under our pyjamas? They ought to keep our erections under control. I realise they'll still bulge quite a bit, but the girls know we get erections when we're with them, so they're not exactly going to be surprised".
"I think that's a great idea", this was Michael again, "Julia likes it when I get an erection cos of her, but it might be a bit of a shock to her if it actually popped out of my flies."
And so the plans were made. When the boys wet up to their dormitory that night each took a jock strap with him and secreted it in his bedside cupboard. They changed quickly into their pyjamas and were already in bed when the house tutor came to say goodnight. Once the lights were out, a conversation started.
"Hey boys", George whispered, "I'm so excited about tonight that I've already got an erection."
"Me too", this was Robin, "but whatever we do we mustn't wank them off before we've had our fun with the girls. I'm planning the best wank of my life when we get back from the girls' block."
"You bet, so am I", James was also having difficulty keeping his hands away from his crotch, "I keep trying to think of nasty things to get my dick under control. I started thinking about what happens if we end up getting swished for this, but that just seemed to make it go harder still. I expect it's cos getting swished makes me think of Miranda's bare bum getting whacked when she's naughty at home."
"It's funny you saying that", Michael whispered across the room, "I sometimes get a hard on when I'm thinking about swishings. I'd never understood why, but I reckon you must be right. Julia told me that she gets spanked by her dad at home. I suppose swishings must make me think of that. I mean, I'd hate her to be in pain, but I have to admit that the thought of smacking her bare bum really turns me on."
The boys chatted on. They were all determined not to fall asleep before midnight. That was the earliest time, on their reckoning, at which they could reasonably safely assume that masters and prefects would be asleep.
Meanwhile, in the girls' dormitory the excitement was just as great. The boys, assuming they would arrive, would be pleased to know that all four of the girls had chosen exceptionally skimpy nighties for their special night. They, too, were conducting whispered conversations.
"If they don't wank about us already, they certainly will after tonight", said Julia.
"Well, I don't know about the others, but I only have to let Robin give me the slightest pat on the bum for his thingy to start behaving like a jack-in-the-box." Miranda chuckled as she said this. "I wouldn't be surprised if he wanked every night and I'd be pretty cross if he was thinking of anyone other than me."
"There was a great story in one of those teen mags the other day", this was Lucy, "it said that a recent survey revealed that 99% of fourteen year old boys masturbated regularly and 1% gave untruthful answers. But actually, I know that James wanks about me cos he told me at last week's social. You know how they always like us to rub their bums for them after they've had a whacking? Well, James had been given six with a plimsoll for swearing during cricket that afternoon, so when we got together in the corner at the social I managed to get my hand between him and the wall and started to stroke his bum. If you remember, they were all wearing shorts that evening and his were particularly tight. Well, he had to put his hands in front of them cos he was getting a massive erection. No one else saw, but I did and I asked whether I was turning him on. That's when he said it. He said that after every social ever since the very first one we ever had, you remember, on our first day here, he had always had to have a wank afterwards cos of how I'd turned him on. I couldn't see how I'd turned him on the first time, when all we'd done was to introduce ourselves and have a normal conversation. So I asked him what he'd thought about when he wanked that night and he said, cos I'd told him that my dad sometimes whacked me on the bare bum when I was naughty at home, that he'd thought about that, except he'd imagined that it was him doing the whacking, not my dad and that he was just using his hand, not a hairbrush, and not really hurting me, just making my bum turn pink. I didn't tell him, but that's when I remembered that it was that first evening when he'd told me that his dad sometimes gave him the slipper on the bare bum for being naughty and imagining that had got me pretty excited as well. So I gave his bum a sharp smack and said 'you naughty boy, I've a good mind to pull your shorts down and put you over my knee for a good spanking'. That really got his _c_o_c_k_ going, I can tell you. It was pushing so ha! rd on his shorts that I could see its shape absolutely clearly."
Samantha interrupted. "But last week's social was the one when James rushed out early. We'd all thought you'd had a row."
"Quite the opposite. James had to leave early cos, as he put it, 'if I don't go know I'm going to erupt inside my shorts'. When you saw me trying to block his way that wasn't cos we were having a fight, it was cos I wanted to feel his _c_o_c_k_ through his shorts. I managed to get my hand round it. It was amazing. It was throbbing like an engine. He told me afterwards that he had to push me out of his way and dash for the door because he could feel that his climax was coming. Apparently it came just as he got out of the door, so he ran back to the boys' block with a great wet patch on the front of his shorts. Fortunately he got to his dorm without anyone seeing and changed into his pyjamas early. Then he said he pulled his pyjama trousers down and looked at the plimsoll marks on his bum and started imagining that I'd given him the whacking with him across my knee and his shorts and pants down and he said he started getting another erection all over again and had to get into bed and 'wank it off'."
Samantha sighed. "I'd love to be able to do that to George. I mean, I know that when I stroke his bum after a whacking it always gives him an erection, but I've never been able to feel his _c_o_c_k_ and he's certainly never had to run away from me because his climax is about to come."
"You just wait till you've got him in here later tonight in nothing but his pyjamas", Lucy interjected. "It's quite clear that all four of them get turned on by the thought of bum whackings. They all seem to be expert at getting every conversation round to the subject. Last hols I asked my brother about what turns boys on and he said that he remembered when he was about thirteen or fourteen that there was nothing that got the bed springs squeaking more in a boys' dorm than when one of them had had the cane and showed off his stripes before lights out. I reckon that a brilliant way to get any of them going would be for us to find an excuse to give them a spanking. That's definitely what I'm going to do with James. I can just picture it now, me sitting on my bed and him lying across my knee, pyjama trousers round his ankles and me smacking the _s_e_x_iest bum in town."
"I must say, I wouldn't mind doing that to George", said Samantha, "but theyre far stronger than us, we'd never get them over our knees."
"But you're missing the whole point", Julia was a little exasperated, "they're hardly going to put up a struggle when getting their bare bums smacked by us would probably be one of their best fantasies. For goodness sake, if they get erections from seeing their friends bums after swishings, their _c_o_c_k_s are practically going to take off if their own bums are smacked by their girlfriends. I think Lucy's idea is brilliant and I'm going to have a go with Michael."
Miranda wasn't so sure. "I'm sure you're right that spanking their bare bums would get them highly excited, but isn't there a risk that they'll get too excited? I mean it would be awful if we got them so worked up that they couldn't help trying to ... well, you know, um ...."
"Have _s_e_x_ with us you mean", Julia finished the sentence. "I know they'd love to, but they know perfectly well that they can't. Anyway, with all four of us here we could stop anything like that happening."
While the girls were fantasising in their dormitory, the boys had been doing their utmost to talk about anything but the excitements that lay ahead. Any thoughts along those lines led to extreme temptations and they were all determined to preserve themselves for later in the evening.
At last the school clock could be heard chiming midnight. The boys quietly climbed out of bed, took their torches from under their mattresses, where they had hidden them, removed their pyjama trousers, put on their jock straps and replaced their trousers. Then, using extra pillows secreted in the clothes cupboard, they made dummies to put in their beds to fool any passing master or prefect. Once all was set, they crept out of the room, along the corridor and down the stairs. Once on the ground floor they stood still and silent for a good two minutes while they listened to see if there was any sign of life. They heard nothing and set off for Marlborough Study. Once safely inside, Robin went to open the window. It squeaked horribly and they held their breaths for a minute or two. No one seemed to have heard and, one by one, they climbed out and into the floodlit courtyard. They had agreed earlier that the best plan would be for each in turn to run across the yard to the girls' block. Michael went first. The run only took ten seconds, but it seemed to him to be an age. He made it across and the others each set off in turn. All got across without mishap. They waited another few seconds before creeping along the side of the building to the girls' common room window. They were greatly relieved to see that it was still ajar. George pulled it wide open and they all climbed in.
The boys made their way to the common room door. James put his ear to it and listened. All was quiet. He gently opened the door and they slipped into the corridor. They tiptoed to the staircase end. They were now in new territory. Boys were not allowed beyond the ground floor. They would have to rely on the accuracy of the directions the girls had given them earlier. They softly climbed the stairs. At the top, they turned left and counted the doors along the right of the corridor. When they got to the fourth, they stopped and listened. Yes, they could hear Miranda's voice. Robin eased open the door and they slipped in.
The girls had not been convinced that the boys would make it. They were overjoyed when they saw the door open. They jumped out of their beds and ran for their respective boyfriends. The boys torches were now on and they could clearly see the delightfully brief baby doll nighties. Brief hugs were exchanged and then each one stood back and admired his or her partner. Then the girls took the boys' hands and pulled them gently towards the beds. Each couple sat side by side and the hugging and kissing started in earnest.
Samantha, despite her earlier reservations, was the first to put the spanking plan into action. Her hand had brushed the front of George's pyjamas and felt a hard object. She whispered into his ear.
"You naughty boy, you've got an erection. I am afraid I'm going to have to smack your bottom for you."
As she spoke she gently undid the cord on his pyjama trousers and started to pull him across her knee. His immediate reaction was to resist, but only in a half-hearted way. He put up a pretend fight and allowed her to win it. She slipped the trousers down. His slim, round and firm bottom was all she had ever imagined. She was about to deliver the first smack when she noticed the jock strap.
"Oh, so you thought you would be able to hide your erection from me and escape punishment did you? Well, we'll see about that." And she put her fingers under the strap and pulled it down. As she did so, she felt the pressure of his penis on her thigh as it sprang free from its constraint. Then she grabbed his torch, placed it on the bed and ensured that the beam was directed onto his bottom. She raised her hand and brought it down sharply on her target. He wriggled, delightedly as he felt the slap. She watched his buttocks turn a gentle pick colour, raised her hand again and again brought it down, slightly harder, on the same spot.
At the first smack the other boys looked up to see what was happening. James was feeling pleased with himself for having, so far, kept himself under reasonable control, but when he saw his friend's naked bottom being smacked vigorously by Samantha, he felt the familiar stirrings increase. Lucy smiled to herself as she recognised the validity of all that the girls had been saying about the effect on the boys of corporal punishment.
"Looks as though George has been a naughty boy. I hope you haven't as well?"
"Oh Lucy, I can't lie to you. I know I deserve a spanking, but please don't make it too hard."
It was a matter of seconds before James was across Samantha's knee, pyjama trousers round his ankles and jock strap removed. She sighed deeply as, at last, she had a clear view of that beautiful smooth, firm and slim bottom. Then she, too, began to deliver her smacks.
Soon the other two boys were also having their bottoms smacked. All four were now in an advanced state of excitement. After six smacks each, they were released and each managed to pull his girl down onto her bed. The boys let their hands roam all over the girls' bodies. It is no surprise that the final resting position of each boy's right hand was around the still slim buttocks of his girlfriend. The nighties had risen up in the embraces and each boy, for the first time in his life, was caressing the bare flesh of a girl's bottom.
Julia was the first girl to make the next move. She could feel Michael's now bone hard penis pressing against her thigh. Gently, she eased her hand between them and started stroking. He moaned with desire. She whispered into his ear.
"Oh, Michael, will you let me wank you?"
"Oh Julia, please, please, I can't bear it any more. Please make me come."
He turned so his back was on the bed. She turned towards him. She felt his hand again on her bottom. She firmly gripped his penis and started a slow pumping. He moved his bottom up and down to try to speed it up, but she continued to take it slowly. His moaning was becoming louder. But she would not speed up until at last he told her it was coming. Then she pumped with a new found energy. She gripped tight and felt the throbs start. In a second it was spurting over her nighty. He collapsed in ecstasy. She felt his erection begin to subside and fell back beside him.
Not surprisingly, as soon as the others saw Julia and Michael doing it, they started as well. At one point all four girls were pumping their boys' organs. And they loved it.
James was the last to come. When he fell back onto the bed in relief, the room was silent for a moment. That was when they heard the voice. From somewhere at the other end of the corridor came the unmistakable, though hushed, tones of Burkham. What on earth was he doing there? Then they heard Sally Trimpton's voice. She was the head girl. Things became clear. Burkham had had a secret assignation with his opposite number. But two wrongs did not make a right. The boys knew perfectly well that Burkham would not allow his own misdemeanour to let the boys off if they were caught. As one, they jumped from the beds and crawled underneath. The girls got under the bed clothes and faked sleep. They heard Burkham's footsteps, fortunately, going down the stairs. Then they heard Sally's coming towards their dormitory. They held their breaths. The door opened.
"I know you're not asleep girls. There's too much noise coming from here. If I hear another word you'll all be in detention. Goodnight."
And she closed the door and walked back to her room.
The boys waited for a good five minutes, to give Burkham the chance to get back. Then, with a quick but silent kiss, each set off on the perilous journey back. They made it, without mishap, to Marlborough Study's window. Each silently climbed in. When all were in, and breathing more easily, the light went on. There was Burkham, standing calmly by the light switch.
"I thought you'd never get back. Go to your dorm. We'll talk about this in my study at 8.30 in the morning."
Then he turned and left.
It was with heavy hearts that the boys trudged back to their dormitory. Once in, and safely back in their beds, they started the inevitable speculation.
George was first. "We're for it now. How many do you think we'll get?"
"Bound to be six I reckon", said Michael, "but come on boys, it was worth it, surely."
"Obviously", said Robin, "but it would have been nicer if the only whackings that came out of it had been the ones the girls gave us."
The talk continued for a few minutes, but then, as each remembered what had happened earlier and thought about the canings ahead, they found themselves being roused again. Soon their beds were gently squeaking as they relieved the pressure once again.
The meeting in Burkham's study was not a comfortable one for the four boys. He started the discussion.
"Right, I haven't informed Sally about the girls yet. I wanted to find out from you first whose idea this was?"
"What girls?", asked James innocently, "we were just out for a midnight walk. There were no girls there."
"I know quite well where you were and there isn't a boy in this school who could not name your four girlfriends. Whose idea was it."
"It was ours", this was George, "they didn't even know we were coming and they told us to go as soon as we got there."
"I'm sorry, that won't wash. I heard you arriving and I was in your study when you got back. You were there for the best part of an hour. The girls were obviously playing their full part. Well, I will just have to leave it to Sally to talk to them."
"You can't tell on the girls", said Robin, "we know what you were doing".
"Are you threatening me? I can't stop you telling anyone you want about what I was doing last night, but if you think you'll avoid punishment by blackmailing me you've got another think coming."
"No, Burkham, we know we've got to be punished", Robin continued, "and we certainly wouldn't sneak on you just because you're going to swish us, but it would be different if you told on the girls, that's all I'm saying."
"Well, I'm sorry, but that's my duty. As for you, I am prepared to be exceptionally lenient, understanding as I do the temptations which drew you to the girls' block. I will give you each four strokes of the cane after the last lesson today. Report to the gym."
He was dismissing them, but Michael would have none of it. "Give us six and let the girls off, please Burkham".
Burkham appeared to waver. But then he stood firm.
"Look, I'm sorry boys, but I can't do it for you."
George had seen the slight hesitation. He jumped in. "OK Burkham, how about giving us six each on our bare bums?"
Burkham paused. If there was one thing he had always dreamt of it was caning a boy on his bare bottom. And if there were four boys in the whole school whom he would most want to do it to, they were these four. He had often seen them in the showers, particularly after he had caned them in the past, and there was no doubt that they had, between them, eight of the most wonderful buttocks he had ever seen. The prospect was too good to be missed.
"OK, just this once. I won't tell Sally. You will get six each on your bare bottoms. But no one is to be told. As far as everyone else is concerned, you are getting six in the normal way."
"Thank you Burkham", they all spoke at once.
"Off you go then. I'll see you this afternoon."
Word soon got around that the boys had been caught and were to get six from Burkham. The girls were terrified that they would also be in trouble. They would be bound to be suspended and that would undoubtedly lead to painful sessions with their fathers. But the boys soon reassured them. Burkham did not know about them. As far as he was concerned, they had just been for a midnight walk.
During mid-morning break the girls huddled together. They knew that there was a very large cupboard in the gym with a long crack in its door at eye level. Several boys, they knew, had used it for secretly watching their friends being caned. It had been Samantha's idea. Why not, she had suggested, rush to the gym after the last lesson and hide in the cupboard. They had all seen boys being slippered, but none had seen the cane in action. This was the perfect opportunity. They decided to take it.
The girls ran as fast as they could to the gym. They got there with minutes to spare. They lined up inside the cupboard and peered out. First, Burkham came in, swishing his long cane through the air as he did so. Then the four boys followed. Burkham had his back to the cupboard. The four victims were in a line against the far wall, facing it. Burkham spoke.
"Right lads. You have one chance to go back to the original punishment I intended to give you. You can remain in your trousers and pants and only have four and Sally will be told about the girls. You have ten seconds to change your minds."
James spoke for them. "No Burkham, we've made our minds up. The girls will be left out of this."
"Very well. You will now take your trousers and pants off, fold them on the floor by your side and each step forward for your beatings in turn. Sanders first, Gardiner next, then Laxton and finally Nixon. Once you have been beaten you will stand to my right and remain there until I have left the room. You may then retrieve your clothes and get dressed again."
The girls were horrified at what they had heard. Each thought of pushing open the door and begging to be reported to Sally, but each quickly realised that that would be unlikely to make any difference. The stood silently watching their boyfriends undress. Then Robin stepped forward. He went to the chalk marks on the floor with which he was fully familiar. He turned and bent over. His feet were about six inches apart. His long legs were perfectly straight as his hands gripped his ankles. His bottom was unmarked, slim, round and clearly firm. Burkham was delighted. Despite her concerns for Robin, Miranda was also pleased with the sight of his naked bottom awaiting punishment. She held her breath as Burkham stepped forward to take aim. He patted Robin's bottom with the cane about five times. Then he took three steps back, raised the cane behind his shoulder and leapt forward, covering the ground in two large strides. There was a swishing sound as the cane bit through the air. Then the whole gym echoed to a resounding crack as cane hit flesh. Miranda shut her eyes as the stroke connected, but she quickly opened them. There was Robin, bending absolutely firmly in place, with a thin red line across the middle of his bottom. Burkham was also looking at the mark. He waited. The line became a deeper red. He stepped back again and launched himself once more at the small unprotected bottom. The second stripe was higher than the first. There was the same wait. The first line was now faintly raised and deep scarlet. The second was getting redder. Then the third, fourth, fifth and sixth. All evenly placed so that, at the end, there were six separate and clear stripes.
Robin had had his eyes tightly shut throughout the beating. It was agony of a sort he had not endured before. He had been caned several times and each punishment had been desperately painful, but this was in a different category altogether. So bad was it that, towards the end, he had feared he might cry. But of course he didn't. As he stood, he clutched his bottom with both hands and jumped up and down. Then he turned towards Burkham's right and took his position to watch his friends being punished. Miranda and the other girls could now see him in a "fully frontal" position. His hands were still rubbing his throbbing bottom. His penis was limp but, to Miranda's mind, the most manly that could be imagined.
James stepped forward. He bent over without any instruction. Lucy felt incredibly proud of him. His, she was sure, was the most attractive boy's bottom ever. Even if it was about to be lacerated with Burkham's cane, it would remain for her the best. And he looked so brave, so far as one could tell from this rear view, as he awaited the onslaught. Burkham found it hard to decide whether Robin's or James's bottom was the most swishable. Both were wonderful. He set about his pleasant task once again.
After the third stroke, Miranda glanced back at Robin. He must be getting over it, she thought, as she noticed the penis visibly growing in size as he watched James's caning. She managed a small smile.
James had also never had such a painful beating in his life. Just as Robin had done, he clutched his bottom in agony as he rose at the end. Just like Robin, he had remained dry eyed and silent. He walked over to join his watching friend (who now had both hands in front of his crotch in his attempts to hide his excitement).
George nonchalantly walked forwards and cooly bent over. Samantha thought him the bravest of the lot, and was quite convinced that his bottom was far _s_e_x_ier than the others'. Burkham, again, could not decide where it ranked. How, he wondered, could four boys with such perfect buttocks have ended up in the same study? He set about the beating with relish. As he did so, James's penis started to imitate Robin's. The watching girls chuckled in appreciation.
George even managed not to clutch his bottom at the end. It took all his willpower, but he did not want to gratify Burkham any more than was necessary. By the time Burkham was admiring Michael's bottom, however, George was madly rubbing his own. Julia now had to endure watching her boy being thrashed. She winced with each stroke. But, like her friends before her, she also managed a swelling feeling of pride as she confirmed her opinion that Michael was the best of a very good lot. She thought back to the previous night and couldn't believe she had really been lucky enough to fondle that stupendously beautiful bottom with her own hands. She was incredibly proud when, after the final stroke, he calmly stayed in place for a full ten seconds before slowly rising and almost swaggering over to his friends. Perhaps because he had watched three other beatings before getting his, he was already semi-erect as he joined them. As Burkham slowly walked to the door, Michael's penis continued to swell. By the time Burkham left, all four were standing quite firmly to attention.
James spoke. "Blimey boys that was a swishing and a half. Every time I looked at your bums I kept thinking of Lucy's. Looks like you lot were having similar thoughts to mine. Look, no one's going to come here for at least an hour. Let's lock the door and wank these erections off."
It was at that point that the cupboard door opened. The boys looked up in amazement as their girlfriends emerged one by one.
Lucy was the first to speak.
"No James, you're not going to wank it off. I'm going to do it for you, but not till you've given me six of the hardest smacks I've ever had. You boys are just amazing getting us off like that, but we deserve to be punished for it just as much as you." As she spoke she undid her skirt and let it fall to the ground. She stepped out of it and pulled her knickers off as well. The other girls, taking their cue from her, followed suit. The boys were looking opened mouthed at this wonderful sight. Robin suddenly remembered the door and rushed to lock it.
There were some mild protests from the boys, but all had imagined spanking these girls before and, in their present state of arousal, they were not going to give up this opportunity. There was one chair in the room (a couple of masters liked boys to bend over a chair for the slipper). James pulled it forward and sat down. Lucy walked towards him and laid herself across his knee. All the boys' eyes were on her adorably pert little bottom. James took a deep breath, raised his right hand to about neck height and brought it down fairly sharply. But it was not hard. Lucy spoke.
"That doesn't count James. You've got to do it as hard as you can".
He didn't need to be told a second time. The first proper smack was delivered with maximum force. Lucy wriggled in pain, but was determined not to cry. There was a wonderful pink splodge on her bottom. After the second, it was red. After all six, it was the deepest scarlet. Lucy did succeed in remaining silent, but her eyes were very wet at the end. She blinked away the tears. James helped her up and they embraced each other with passion. When all four girls had been soundly spanked, the couples each went to a separate corner of the gym and the girls expertly "wanked off" the erections.
The boys had to play cricket. They went to the changing rooms and gave immense pleasure to their friends by taking time between removing their underpants and slipping on their whites. All were agreed that none had ever seen such brilliant stripes before. After the game, everyone seemed to want to stay in the showers for as long as possible, and the four boys were happy to oblige.
That night, for the fourth time in twenty four hours, our four heroes yet again found themselves having to "wank off" erections. But they were not the only ones. At least twenty other fourteen year old boys (not to mention Burkham) pumped themselves to sleep with thoughts of four striped bottoms.
Everyone was happy.