You need a good hard spanking, Jake. I pause and observe the quiver of excitement that ripples through the room before continuing: And thats just what youre going to get. Report to me in games kit straight after lunch. (Boys change into their kit after the meal, then read for half an hour before going to the field.)
Its the beginning of the new school year and the boys I am addressing are the Form 3 boys: they have just come up to my House from the Junior House. On the first day I had spoken to them about rules and expectations and, as always, had found myself wondering which little bottom would be the first to feel my wrath. Jake had been one of the names that came to mind: there was a slightly defiant look on his face, a curl of the lip an indefinable Im a naughty little boy quality to him.
I had left the classroom for a couple of minutes and on my return had found him hurling a crumpled up piece of paper at another boy. He will pay the price after lunch!
Im sitting at my desk when the knock comes. Barely looking up from my work I order the child to take off his shorts and jersey. Im annoyed to observe he has his underpants on: this is against school rules.
Finally I put down my pen and peer at him over my half-moon glasses. Im struck by the dazzling contrast between the whiteness of his small briefs and the deep tan of his skin.
Pants off. You know thats against school rules Ill add a few spanks for that. I note the tight defiant little mouth and the coldness of his look, and think to myself with a silent chuckle Ive thrashed that sort of attitude out of bigger boys than you, my lad.
The boy complies, adding his briefs to the small pile of clothing on the floor.
Ill beat you when Im ready. Hands on your head. A little waiting is quite salutary, in my opinion. I finish the letter Im writing, then busy myself with making a cup of coffee, apparently oblivious to the naked 10-year-old in the middle of my carpet. In fact Im observing him closely. The boy will be a natural for my Athletics Team, its clear: his body is lean and graceful with well-developed pectorals. He needs a haircut too Im not a stickler for the short-back-and-sides, but his mane of black hair is trailing down his neck. Hed be a handsome little fellow if he could lose that arrogant, insolent look Ill work on it via his backside!
From my tiny kitchen area I observe the child from behind, running my eyes over the small white buttocks I am going to inflict a good deal of pain on in due course. Then I drink my coffee and pull a chair into the centre of the room.
Come here, Jake. He approaches, looking worried now the brave faηade is melting a little I think. He stops about a yard from me and I lean over and move him where I want him, right at my side ready to go over my knee. I lay my hand on the little bottom I will soon be spanking, getting the feel of the flesh. Its firm and muscular and will offer an enjoyable few minutes spanking. In the position he is in I cant help noticing that his boyhood organ is surprisingly long for a child of his age.
Over my knee, you naughty little boy, I command, and note the tearful, indignant look on his face. I decide to put him across both my knees initially. Once a boy is in position I am in no great hurry to start inflicting punishment. While rubbing and patting his buttocks I ask Jake if he has ever had a good hard bare-bottom spanking before, knowing my colleague in the Junior House is not a believer in corporal punishment (never mind I make up for it later!).
No, Sir.
Your father doesnt spank you when you misbehave.
No.
Mores the pity, I murmur.
And where did you get your suntan?
At Cannes.
(I believe the boys refer to these pleasant little conversations as Frankie dragging it out!.)
Finally I warn Jake I am going to start, and I feel his little body quiver with anticipation, the buttock muscles twitching. I lay a heavy spank on the lower part of both buttocks, and theres a squeal of pain. Simultaneously his body jackknifes and two hands fly up to soothe and protect the stinging skin. Patiently (for its the little chaps first real beating) I explain that when I am thrashing a boy I want him to keep still and quiet. Then I land another spank in the dead centre of the small bottom. He responds the same way.
Wearily I stand him up, allowing him the luxury of a good bottom-rub. I fetch a strap from my drawer. If you cant control yourself Ill fetch a couple of Form 5 boys to hold you down and Ill take the strap to your naughty little backside. Is that what you want? Two of the big boys seeing you getting your bottom strapped?
No, Sir, please. I cant help it. It hurts, he gabbles. I resist the temptation to remark witheringly that that is precisely the purpose a good spanking experience suggests that frightened small boys with sore bottoms are not particularly receptive the nuances of English usage.
Bend over again, I say more gently, ready to give him another chance. This time I put him over my left knee and clamp his bottom in place with my right leg, leaning down to grasp the childs neck, effectively locking him in place. Hold on to the chair leg and keep your mouth tightly shut this is your last chance.
My next spank catches the boys lower buttock area, and though I feel his body squirm he keeps in place. A little moan is the only noise. Thats better, I say. I now move around the little bottom expertly clearing it of white skin. When the entire area is nice is nicely reddened I work over it again. Finally I announce: These last two are for wearing your pants under your shorts. With that I give each bottom cheek a final full-strength spank.
Jake leaps up rubbing his bottom with one hand, grabbing his clothes with the other and flashing me a look of fierce indignation. He attempts to race for the door, but Im too quick for him and grasp him by the shoulder. I turn him round and take an arm in each hand, feeling the tension and resistance in his body. I kneel to bring myself closer to the angry tear-stained face of the boy I have just thrashed. There are a few more things you need to know about being spanked, young man. When Ive finished spanking your backside, I decide when you get up and I decide when you leave the room. Understood? He nods. I lead him over to my desk and place him in front of it, with his back to me. I start correcting a homework, glancing up from time to time at a thoroughly well spanked 10-year-old bottom!