Adrian Turnbull was desperate to find a job. It was late June. He was coming to the end of his last term at school. If, and no one had any real doubts on the point, he had done well in his A levels, he would be going up to Cambridge in September of the following year. He was only just seventeen. His potential had been recognised early in his scholastic career, with the result that he had been put in a class a year above his age. Sensibly, he had decided to take a year off before going up to the university. While he would have liked to travel during that time, he was very conscious of how poor his parents were. He knew they would somehow find the money to fund a trip to somewhere like Australia if he asked, but he felt strongly that they had already sacrificed enough for him by sending him to a private school. He had announced very firmly that he wanted to get a job.
He was sitting in the prefects common room leafing through the Times Educational Supplement when a small advertisement caught his eye.
"Male sports coach required to work at small independent boys' boarding school for one year from September. The post would suit a recent school leaver taking a gap year before university. Applicants must be fit with proven success in rugby and cricket and must also demonstrate an ability to keep order. The successful applicant will be employed by the parents' association, not the school, but will be provided with a flat (funded by the parents) on the school premises. Terms will be generous. Although the time to be spent on sports coaching will not be long, the successful applicant will be required to be on the premises to undertake other limited duties every evening. He will report to the parents' association committee, not to the headmaster."
Adrian was a first class sportsman. He had been in the First XI at cricket and the First XV at rugby. He was a school prefect and was widely respected by the junior boys. He was keen to save as much as he could and the prospect of having to work in the evenings was not one which would cause him any concerns. He was a little wary of the strange insistence in the advertisement that the coach was not to be employed by the school, but he expected that there would be a good reason for it. He decided to apply for the job.
Only three days after submitting his application, Adrian was summoned to an interview at Rusholt Boys School. He did some research on it. He discovered that the school took boys between the ages of 11 and 16, when they moved on to a sixth form college. There were just over three hundred boys on the roll. Academic results were reasonable, without being remarkable. The prospectus put particular emphasis on the "ethos of discipline" in the school. He allowed himself a smile at that. He could be pretty confident that, however strict Rusholt might be, it would not compare with his own school. His confidence arose from the fact that Parliament had just banned corporal punishment in private schools and the vigorous use of the cane with which he had been so familiar was now a thing of the past.
The interview was conducted by three members of the parents' association committee. They were all men. The first few questions were about Adrian's competence on the sports field. His answers were clearly satisfactory and the chairman moved on to the subject of Adrians ability to control boys.
"I see you were a prefect at school. Did you have any disciplinary duties in that role?"
"Yes, indeed sir. The prefects were responsible for all day to day disciplinary matters."
"Did that mean that you had to punish junior boys?"
"Yes sir".
"If you will forgive me asking, what punishments were you required to administer?"
"Oh, just normal ones sir. Boys could be given lines, they could be made to do press ups and runs and they could be sent to the head boy to be caned."
"Did you ever have to send a boy to be caned?"
"Yes sir, corporal punishment was used quite a lot."
"But you never beat a boy yourself?"
"Well, actually sir I did. The head boy was ill for a few weeks last term and the headmaster asked me to stand in for him. I think I gave about ten canings".
"Did that upset you?"
"No sir. I had had the cane a few times when I was younger and it never did me any harm. I actually think it is a pretty good punishment, although I realise, of course, that it can't be used any more."
The chairman then asked Adrian to wait outside while he and his colleagues discussed him. Ten minutes later, he was called back in. The chairman, again, was the only one to speak.
"Well Adrian, we have decided to offer you the job. But, before you say whether you will accept it, I ought to explain something of the unusual nature of your role. As you know, you will be employed by the parents, not the school. That is for a very good reason. One of your main jobs will be to discipline the boys on behalf of their parents. We all feel strongly that boys benefit from corporal punishment. Unfortunately, the new law means that no member of the school staff is any longer permitted to use it. But parents, of course, still can. We did consider trying to arrange for a father always to be available to beat boys when required. But that was never going to be a practical proposition. That is when we struck on the idea of the parents employing someone directly to punish their sons.
"From next term on, the staff will be able to send any recalcitrant boy to you (if you to take the job) so that you can punish him on our behalf. Every evening, from 6.30 p. m. to 10.00 p. m. there will be a member of our committee available on the telephone (you will be given a rota) and he will be able to give you direct authority, on behalf of the boys' parents, to administer corporal punishment. As a general rule, you should be prepared to use a plimsoll on 11 and 12 year old boys and the cane on older ones. In bad cases, however, younger boys can also be caned. The number of strokes should be between three and six. I am confident that the number you recommend in each case will be sanctioned by the duty parent. In order to avoid the possibility of boys using padding, we think that you should insist that they change into gym shorts for their punishments.
"You will, of course, also have sports coaching duties for no more than a couple of hours each afternoon. When doing that you will also be doing so as the parents' representative. We have decided to give you a general authority to use the plimsoll for minor misdemeanours on the games pitch. That means that you will not have to telephone the duty parent before beating a boy during games. If any boy commits a serious offence which you consider merits a caning you will have to telephone first to get authority.
"One problem we have foreseen is that you might get rather bored in this job. Most of the masters are considerably older than you. In fact, the closest people to you in age will be the senior boys. It would only be natural for you to make friends with some of them. We did consider whether we ought to warn you not to do that, so as to preserve your authority over them, but in the end we thought that would be too hard on you. Do you think that making friends with some of the sixteen year old boys would make it difficult for you if you had to punish them?"
"Oh no sir, not at all. The very first caning I had to give at school was to a friend of mine. I knew I had a job to do and so did he. So I just got on and did it and we were just as good friends afterwards as before."
The chairman seemed satisfied with that answer. "Excellent. Now, as to what the boys and staff will call you. If you don't mind my saying so, I think you might be a little young to be called sir by the boys, or at least the older ones. What we suggest is that they should address you by your surname. The staff will address you as Adrian and you will address them as Mr Smith or Jones or whatever. Are you happy with that?"
"Yes sir, that seems very sensible."
"Finally, just so we all know where we stand, I think we ought to make it clear to you that it would not be a good example to the boys if you had girls staying the night with you in your flat". Adrian couldn't help blushing at these words. "We are not going to get all Victorian about this. If you want to entertain any girlfriends to supper, that is fine. But I hope you will understand that we would not be at all happy if anything improper happened."
"Yes I quite understand sir. Anyway, I don't know any girls around here, so there shouldn't be any problem."
"Well, I don't know whether I really ought to mention this, but you are bound to notice pretty quickly, one of the housemasters, Mr Richardson, does have a particularly attractive sixteen year old daughter, Alice. Of course, you and she may not hit it off, but you would be a very odd young man if you weren't affected by her charms and, from what I have seen of you today, I would be surprised if she did not want to spend a fair amount of time with you. All I will say is that we would be most grateful if you did not allow any relationship you may form with her to get out of hand.
"Now, after that explanation, do you think you might be interested in the job?"
Adrian did not have to think long. His duties would not be quite what he had expected, but they did not sound arduous. The pay and perks were good. He had no objections to wielding the cane occasionally. Indeed, if the truth were known, he had found that he got a degree of professional pleasure from carrying out a well executed caning on a deserving boy. In addition, it sounded as though there might be some prospect of a little harmless fun with a pretty girl. He immediately accepted.
On the first day of term the headmaster, Mr Thewson, explained how the unusual punishment system would operate. All members of staff would be issued with forms which they would fill in if they ever had to send a boy to Adrian for chastisement. He was shown a blank form. This is what was printed on it.
"To ......................... (name of boy). You are required to take this form to Adrian Turnbull at ..........(time) on ................ (date). You should change into gym kit (no underpants) before doing so.
"Name of boy....................... Age of boy........................ has committed the following offence
"I do not consider that my powers of punishment are sufficient to deal with the offence and would therefore be grateful if the boy's parents, acting through the parents' association committee, would arrange a suitable punishment.
"Signed.....................................
"I, Adrian Turnbull, parents' association's resident representative, confirm that I have today obtained the association's instructions in relation to the above-named boy. In accordance with those instructions, I have given the boy ..... strokes of the cane plimsoll OR I have not punished the boy and therefore request that he be given a suitable school punishment.
"Signed...................................."
Mr Thewson then gave Adrian three school canes which he said had seen good service in the period up to "Parliament's foolish decision to abolish the sensible punishment of boys in schools". He asked whether Adrian had a plimsoll for less severe punishments. Adrian had, in fact, spent considerable time in selecting a suitable shoe. Eventually he had consulted Mr Latimer, the headmaster of his old prep school (who had been something of an expert in the use of the plimsoll on naughty boys). He had immediately offered Adrian his own favourite gym shoe ("sadly I have no further use of it here"). The sight of the large, supple shoe brought back several painful memories to Adrian. He was sure it would be perfect for the job.
During his first week at the school Adrian concentrated on his coaching duties and on getting to know the boys. On his second day he first met Alice Richardson. First impressions were highly favourable. She was a blonde with blue eyes and a delightfully mischievous grin. Her figure, to Adrian's eyes, was perfect. It was slightly rounded in the right places, but the general impression she gave was of being a wonderfully slim and fit girl who would be fun to get to know.
There were about fifty boys of each age in the school. Adrian decided that he would set about entertaining all of them in his large and comfortable flat. He reckoned he could manage ten at a time. Each afternoon, between games and high tea, he invited ten boys to the flat for cocoa cola and a chat. He started with the sixteen year olds. Some of them, he suspected, might be a little put out at the appointment of someone so young for his particular job. He was eager to get on good terms with them. He started with the distinct advantage of being highly impressive on the rugby pitch. He quickly settled down, in his afternoon sessions, to demonstrating that, while he would take his duties seriously, he was also "one of the lads".
In the first afternoon session there were two boys who particularly impressed him. Lakin was just sixteen. He was tall, slim and a first class rugby player. Baxter was a month older, not quite as tall, but just as slim and fit. Both were delightfully frank, open and at ease with Adrian.
Once the cokes had been distributed there was a moment of embarrassed silence. Then Lakin spoke.
"It's a wicked job you've landed yourself isn't it Turnbull? I mean just teaching us sports and giving the odd swishing must be a dream for someone whose just left school himself."
"Yeah, it's pretty cool. I love rugby and cricket, so I've no complaints on that front. As for the swishing part, well I did a bit of that in my last term at school and, even though I say it myself, I reckon I'm not bad with the cane."
Baxter then chipped in. "Having seen you on the games pitch, I'm not looking forward to the day you have to use those muscles to swish me."
"I don't imagine that I'll have to swish many senior boys, so maybe you'll escape."
Baxter laughed. "You don't know me. I am afraid I just can't keep out of trouble. There's no way I'm not going to be bending over in this flat before long. Still, I'm sure I'll deserve it. Were you ever swished yourself?"
"Is the Pope a Catholic? I held the record in my year for the most swishings, and at my school that meant one hell of a lot of swishings."
The other boys then started joining in. One asked to see the canes and Adrian happily obliged. They wanted to know which room he would use for the beatings, and he showed them the large unfurnished room which he had identified as having just the right amount of swinging space. Then someone mentioned Alice, and asked whether he had met her yet. He said he had done so that afternoon.
Lakin gave a dramatic sigh. "There isn't a boy in our year who doesn't fancy her, but she is mega out of bounds to us. Still, they can't stop you having a go. Good luck to you is what I say."
Adrian only had to wait eight days before carrying out his first disciplinary duty. He was supervising a group of twelve year olds at rugby. One, a remarkably athletic lad called Stourton, had got the ball and run more than half the pitch in his attempt to score a try. But he was tackled at the last moment. He could not help himself in his frustration. He swore loudly and profanely as he hit the ground. Adrian could not pretend that he had not heard.
"That wasn't very clever was it Stourton?"
"No Turnbull. I'm sorry, it wasn't very sportsmanlike."
"Well, at least you'll be able to boast that you were the first boy in the school to be beaten by me. Up you get. Nicholls, run to the Pavilion and get my whacking shoe."
Nicholls ran off and returned with the shoe.
"Right, clear a space lads. Stourton, touch your toes."
Stourton's games shorts were very tight around his slim, round bottom. Adrian thought him a perfect target. He didn't hang about. He swung the shoe hard at the middle of the waiting bottom, paused only a second, and swung again. The pause between second and third was only marginally longer. The whole thing was over in seconds. Stourton jumped up, grabbed his bottom and grimaced.
"Blimey Turnbull, you're a wicked whacker. I'm not looking forward to getting the cane off you."
When the rugby practice was over the boys all headed for the changing rooms. Adrian followed and was pleased to see that Stourton's scarlet bottom was the centre of attention in the showers. One group of boys, at least, now had cause to respect Adrian's ability as a punisher.
In his third week Adrian summoned up the courage to ask Alice to supper in his flat. He was amazed and delighted when she accepted. He was even more pleased when she arrived. She was wearing the tightest jeans he had ever seen on a girl. Her slim, gently rounded bottom was incredibly arousing. The conversation was a little stilted to begin with, but by the time he was serving up his attempt at spaghetti bolognaise, they both found something to laugh at. As they bravely ate the dish, she told him a little about her father.
"He was really put out about not being able to cane anymore. The boys used to say he was the hardest swisher in the school. But he's very pleased about you being given this job. 'At least there's a chance the school won't break down into anarchy' he said. Have you whacked anyone yet?"
"Only a youngster called Stourton. And that was just a quick three with a plimsoll on the rugby pitch."
"Oh, he's real trouble. You'll be seeing a lot of his bum. Won't it be rather odd when you have to cane the older boys? I mean some of them are only a few months younger than you."
"I did a bit of swishing at school when I was a prefect and I once had to swish one of my best friends from home. I was a year ahead of my age and he was exactly the same age as me, even though he was a year below. I was a bit worried before I did it, but we both knew I had to and I just concentrated on doing a good job. It worked out fine. He even congratulated me on how hard it was."
At that moment there was a knock at the door. Adrian went out to the hall to open it. He found Lakin standing there in gym kit with a piece of paper in his hand.
"Oh no, not you first Lakin. What have you been up to?"
"You'll see. Here's the form."
"To Lakin (name of boy). You are required to take this form to Adrian Turnbull at 8.00 p. m. (time) on 15th September (date). You should change into gym kit (no underpants) before doing so.
"Name of boy Lakin Age of boy 16 has committed the following offence
"Caught with a pint of beer in a town pub.
"I do not consider that my powers of punishment are sufficient to deal with the offence and would therefore be grateful if the boy's parents, acting through the parents' association committee, would arrange a suitable punishment.
"Signed.....................................
"I, Adrian Turnbull, parents' association's resident representative, confirm that I have today obtained the association's instructions in relation to the above-named boy. In accordance with those instructions, I have given the boy ..... strokes of the cane plimsoll OR I have not punished the boy and therefore request that he be given a suitable school punishment.
"Signed....................................
Adrian read the form.
"You do realise I'll have to recommend swishing to the duty parent?"
"Of course, don't worry I knew the risk I was running."
"I suppose I could try suggesting only four strokes."
"Come on, you know I'll have to have six."
"Yeah, I'm afraid you're right. Look, I'll have to ring the duty parent first. You're welcome to wait in the living room, but you might not want to. Alice is there and I'd quite understand if you were a bit embarrassed about why you're here."
"That's fine. She's seen me waiting to be swished by her dad often enough. Anyway, it'll cheer me up to see a pretty girl."
So Adrian ushered Lakin into the living room and went to the study to find his rota of parents and make his telephone call. He rang the number. Gave the story and said he had to recommend six. Approval was immediate. He picked up a cane and went back into the living room.
"Sorry Lakin, but we'd better get on with."
"That's fine by me. By the way, whose dad was it?"
"Baxter's."
"That's a laugh. He's my best friend. I stayed with them last hols and his dad kept going on about the abolition of the cane as though it was the end of the world."
Adrian opened the door into the beating room and waved Lakin ahead of him. He noticed that the boy's shorts looked about a size too small. His firm, slim bottom could almost have been bare.
When they were in the room, Adrian pointed to the far end and Lakin walked straight there and bent over, clutching his ankles without bending his knees. He was obviously highly experienced.
"OK Turnbull, I'm ready for your worst."
Adrian admired his victim's slim and athletic physique. He secretly admitted to himself that this was going to be quite fun. He walked slowly forward and took aim. Then he turned his whole body to his right, raised the cane above his shoulder and swung back as hard as he could. The cane swished through the air and produced a very satisfactory loud crack as it connected. Lakin dug his nails into his ankles as he felt the first blow. As with Stourton, Adrian did not indulge in long pauses. He kept the strokes raining down on the small bottom with hardly a second between them. Despite the rapidity of the caning, the aim was perfect. Adrian could see the stripes through the thin cotton. All six were as close together as possible, without overlapping. A very good job done, he thought to himself as he told Lakin it was over.
Lakin did not mind showing Adrian how much it had hurt. He clutched his bottom with both hands and jumped up and down three times.
"By God that was hard Turnbull. Well done."
Adrian gave him a couple of minutes to compose himself and then opened the door back to the living room. As the two boys walked in, they noticed Alice was smiling.
"Sorry Lakin", she immediately said, "I wasn't smiling because of your pain. I was just thinking that it sounded to me as hard as Dad's swishings used to and how pleased he will be."
"If anything, Turnbull's harder than your dad. Is he missing being able to thrash all those bums?"
"He certainly is. Still, he hasn't given up using his hairbrush on me yet."
Both boys found this statement (or the picture it created in their minds) highly arousing. In fact, Adrian was already in a state of some excitement as a result of the caning he had just administered. The idea of this beautiful girl's bottom also being walloped merely speeded things up. He quickly changed the subject, before anything should become too noticeable. He asked Lakin if he would like some coke.
"I'd like to offer you some wine, but it might be a bit hypocritical after what I've just done to you."
Lakin gladly accepted. Normally, he would have liked to make a quick get away to examine his wounds, but he hoped that Alice might say something else of interest. Although Adrian drew up a chair for him, he thought it might be less painful to stand. Adrian, who was still determined to get the conversation round to something else, started to talk about that afternoon's rugby.
"Oh come off it Adrian," said Alice, "Lakin doesn't want to talk about rugby at a time like this."
As she spoke she stood up and walked towards the boy.
"Come on, let me stroke you better."
She gently rubbed his throbbing bottom with her right hand. Now it was Lakin's turn to need to change the subject. He was getting harder by the second, and he was only wearing gym shorts. He gulped down his coke and said that he really had to dash. He turned to the door and escaped into the hall. Adrian ran after him with the completed punishment form. When they were in the hall alone Lakin spoke.
"Blimey Turnbull, if you ever have to swish me again, make sure Alice is here won't you?"
"You lucky bastard Lakin. I reckon it must be worth getting six of the best to get your bum stroked by Alice."
Lakin went back to his boarding house, wondering whether he could hold off until bed time. Adrian returned to Alice. It has to be said that he was not overjoyed by what she had done.
"You shouldn't have done that Alice. You've got him much too excited."
"Don't be jealous Adrian. What's the harm in giving a boy something to dream about when he's in bed? Anyway, I couldn't help noticing that you were not exactly unmoved when I said that about Dad whacking me. You rather like the idea of me being walloped on the bare bum, dont you?"
"Don't be silly Alice. It's just that you shouldn't be encouraging the boys. They'd get into awful trouble if things ever went too far."
"No need to worry Adrian. I know how far I can go. If it's any consolation to you, even though Lakin does have a really _s_e_x_y bum, I think your's is much better."
Adrian quickly got over his fit of pique. They settled down to enjoy the rest of the evening. When it was time for her to go, he risked a peck on her cheek. He was rewarded. She pulled him closer with her left hand on his back and he felt the gentlest of stroking with her right hand on his buttocks.
"Now who's getting over excited?" she said as she felt the hardness between his legs. Then she gently pulled away and was gone.
Adrian went straight to bed. The washing up could wait for the morning. He started the second he was between the sheets. This would have happened anyway, he thought, as a result of caning Lakin. But now there was even more to dream about.
Lakin knew he would have to wait for bed time. He desperately tried to think of other things as he changed back into his school uniform. Although, of course, he had to have a close look in the mirror to admire his newly acquired stripes. That, I am afraid, did not make it any easier to calm down. But eventually he succeeded and headed off to the common room to show off his bottom to his waiting friends. At last bed time came. He normally waited a good half hour after lights out. But that would be impossible in the circumstances. He had told the other boys in his dormitory about what Alice had done. They were not in the least bit surprised to hear his bed beginning to squeak within moments of darkness descending on the room. Neither was it long before several others followed suit.
Word quickly spread around the school that Turnbull was, indeed, a "wicked swisher". The boys already respected him. Now they were in awe of him.
It was only two days later that Stourton, the cheeky but delightful twelve year old, presented himself at Adrian's door dressed in gym kit and carrying a dreaded form.
"To Stourton (name of boy). You are required to take this form to Adrian Turnbull at 7.00 p. m. (time) on 17th September (date). You should change into gym kit (no underpants) before doing so.
"Name of boy Stourton Age of boy 12 has committed the following offence
"Caught after midnight in school kitchens trying to steal food for midnight feast.
"I do not consider that my powers of punishment are sufficient to deal with the offence and would therefore be grateful if the boy's parents, acting through the parents' association committee, would arrange a suitable punishment.
"Signed.....................................
"I, Adrian Turnbull, parents' association's resident representative, confirm that I have today obtained the association's instructions in relation to the above-named boy. In accordance with those instructions, I have given the boy ..... strokes of the cane plimsoll OR I have not punished the boy and therefore request that he be given a suitable school punishment.
"Signed...................................."
Adrian was alone this time. He took Stourton through to the study to make the arrangements.
"Well Stourton, I can't make up my mind between six with the plimsoll or three with the cane. Perhaps I should leave the decision to the duty parent."
"Whose dad is it tonight?" The boy asked.
Adrian opened the draw and took out the rota.
"Oh, it's yours.
"In that case, don't even bother trying to suggest the plimsoll. He'll think that three with the cane is too lenient. I bet I end up getting four or five."
Adrian rang the number. Sure enough, Mr Stourton did think three with the cane was not enough. But Adrian convinced him that three from him would be a very real punishment for a twelve year old. He collected the cane and they went into the beating room.
"Have the bruises from that slippering I gave you the other day gone yet?"
"Just about. In fact, I was waiting for them to go before I risked a midnight feast."
"I'm glad to hear that because the caning I'm about to give you is going to be very painful and it would be even worse on a bruised bum. Stand at the end of the room and bend over."
Stourton's long, bare, slim legs rose to an excellent slightly round, but still slim and firm bottom. The shorts were again magnificently tight. Adrian sighed to himself as he looked at the highly attractive sight. Then, with a deep breath first, he set about the thrashing. Once more, the delivery was exceptionally rapid and the aim perfect. Stourton jumped a little as each stroke crashed into his bottom, but he kept silent. At the end, like Lakin, he held both cheeks of his bottom tightly with his hands and leapt up and down. When the immediate pain wore off he smiled and spoke to Adrian.
"Pity Alice isn't here to stroke my bum. It really needs it."
"You cheeky boy", Adrian smiled back, "You deserve another three for that, but I'm far too kind. I'll just remember to give you a really hard caning next time." He filled in the form, gave it back to Stourton and spoke again. "Be off with you. I daresay there are several boys waiting for a view." He opened the door and gave Stourton's bottom a gentle slap as the boy headed off to his boarding house.
Half an hour later Alice turned up. He wasn't expecting her, but was still delighted to see her. When he looked more closely, he saw that she seemed to have been crying.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing really. Come on, give me some of that wine and tell me what you've been up to."
He poured a glass of wine and handed it to her.
"Nothing very exciting's happened. It's been a normal day. Rugby with the fourteen year olds and ten thirteen year olds round for cocoa cola. Oh, and I've just caned Stourton."
"Now there's a boy whose bum is going to be really _s_e_x_y one of these days. Did you enjoy it?"
"What on earth do you mean?"
"Come on Adrian, a girl can't spend her life in a boys' boarding school without noticing how normal it is for them to get excited by whackings. I'm not suggesting your gay or anything."
Adrian coughed in embarrassment. "What about your day?"
"All perfectly normal till Dad found out I hadn't done my homework before having supper with you the other night."
"Did he give you a hard time?"
"Not too bad really, just four with the hairbrush on my bare bum."
"You poor girl. I'm so sorry." He wasn't actually lying. He was indeed sorry for her, but he was also aroused. This time, she was wearing a short skirt. Her long slim legs were bare. She was incredibly attractive, but a part of him wished she was again in tight jeans, so that he could see the contours of her youthful bottom and imagine it being reddened by a hairbrush. She put her glass down and moved towards him. With her left hand she took hold of his right and placed it on her thigh, then she gently pushed it up, beneath her skirt and onto her warm bottom.
"Crikey Alice, you haven't got any knickers on."
"I didn't stop to put them on after my whacking. Anyway, it's much more soothing for me like this."
As his courage increased he allowed his hand to stroke her bottom. He pressed slightly and was delighted with how firm it was. It could have been the bottom of an athletic sixteen year old boy. Then he felt her hand pressing his own bottom. They were very close together now. He was bone hard. He knew she must be able to feel it, but she didn't withdraw. Then her other hand slipped between their bodies and started stroking the outline of the erection. He knew he ought to stop her, but he couldn't. Even as he felt the zip coming down he could say nothing. Then he felt her left hand slipping between his boxer shorts and the flesh of his bottom. The boxer shorts and trousers were being pulled down. Now her right hand was tightly gripping his erection. She pushed him slightly back and looked down.
"I never knew they could get that big" she whispered into his ear. She pulled him down to the floor. Her skirt had risen and he caught a sight of a very red bottom before she was in his arms again and she was pumping him with her right hand. The climax came all too quickly for him and he lay back in exhaustion. After a couple of minutes there was a knock at the outer door.
"Oh no, that's all I need". He jumped up, pulled his boxers and trousers around his still erect member and painfully did up the zip. Alice straightened her skirt and headed for the kitchen.
"You go to the door and keep whoever it is chatting in the hall while I mop up your manliness from the carpet".
He took a quick look in the mirror to check he was not too dishevelled. Then he went into the hall. He couldn't immediately remember the boy's name. But there could be no doubt why he was there. He was wearing gym kit and had a piece of paper in his hand.
"To Crichton (name of boy). You are required to take this form to Adrian Turnbull at 7.30 p. m. (time) on 17th September (date). You should change into gym kit (no underpants) before doing so.
"Name of boy Crichton Age of boy 14 has committed the following offence
"Missed prep tonight..
"I do not consider that my powers of punishment are sufficient to deal with the offence and would therefore be grateful if the boy's parents, acting through the parents' association committee, would arrange a suitable punishment.
"Signed.....................................
"I, Adrian Turnbull, parents' association's resident representative, confirm that I have today obtained the association's instructions in relation to the above-named boy. In accordance with those instructions, I have given the boy ..... strokes of the cane plimsoll OR I have not punished the boy and therefore request that he be given a suitable school punishment.
"Signed...................................."
Adrian stayed in the hall as he read the form. Now he remembered Crichton. He was a very useful member of the Colts team with a remarkable ability to be just cheeky enough to impress his friends without going quite far enough to end up bending over for Adrian's plimsoll.
"Any excuses you want me to consider Crichton?"
"No. Just plain old fashioned naughtiness I'm afraid."
"Well, I fear I will have to make a recommendation to the duty parent. Does three with the cane sound about right to you?"
"It's what I expected."
Adrian then explained that Alice was in the living room and asked whether Crichton would prefer not to be seen by her. He was not surprised by the cheeky grin and quick response to the effect that he had no objections to being seen by Alice. They walked into the living room. Alice had removed all signs of the recent passion and was sitting demurely on the sofa reading a magazine.
"Oh hello Crichton, you here for a swishing?"
"Yeah, fraid so"
"Bad luck, I gather he's pretty hard."
"Never mind, I'm sure it'll do me good."
Adrian went into the study, made the call, collected the cane and returned.
"OK Crichton, three it is. Let's get it over with."
Crichton went first. Adrian was no longer aroused, but he was nonetheless impressed by the tightly clad bottom he was about to beat. He noticed that the boy was casually stroking it as he walked to the far end of the room and bent over. It was amazing, thought Adrian, how quickly news travelled. Every boy in the school must now know where he liked them to bend over for canings.
For the second time that evening Adrian was presented with the pleasant sight of a fit young boy bending over for his punishment. He sighed again, stepped forward and rained down the three rapid strokes. Crichton did the usual war dance while clutching his bottom and they returned to the living room. Alice was standing by the window.
"That sounded pretty professional" she said.
"It certainly was. That was a swishing and a half I can tell you." The boy moved closer towards Alice. Adrian knew exactly what was going through his mind.
"OK Crichton, off you go and keep out of trouble."
"I was just going to say goodbye to Alice."
"Well, now you've said it. Scram."
Crichton gave a last longing look at the girl and then, rather ostentatiously, stroked his bottom with his own hand and left the room.
"You're really mean Adrian. All Crichton wanted was a gentle feminine stroke on his very sore bottom."
"I have a feeling that Crichton might well have wanted rather more than that, and after what you did to me a few minutes ago, I can't really blame him."
Crichton's failure to get the Lakin treatment did not stop him telling his friends that he had. It didn't really matter. No one believed him. But they were not so convinced that he was lying when he told them about the obvious bulge in Turnbull's trousers when he had come to the door. Speculation was rife that night in the dorm about what Crichton had interrupted. As the fourteen year old boys imagined the scene in the living room before Crichton's arrival and recalled the first class stripes across his bottom (which had been shown off proudly), yet more beds started squeaking.
Alice had, reluctantly, had to go back home before 8.00 p. m., or risk another thrashing. She had kissed Adrian on the lips this time.
"If you do it again in bed tonight, will you think of me or of Crichton?"
He gave her bottom an affectionate smack. "It'll only be you from now on. Come and see me soon."
And he did do it again. And he did think of her. But he also had time to think a little about Stourton and Crichton. He was enjoying this job.