Peter Dickens looks gloomily at the clock – it has only moved two minutes since his last look. Its last lesson on Friday afternoon on a warm summers day and its Latin – to a high-spirited not very academic 12-year-old its torture! As Frankie drones on about ablatives Peter makes a decision. While appearing to be listening intently he sends his right hand to the fly of his shorts and undoes the zip. He feels a slight stiffening in his loins just at the thought of what hes going to do. Frankie almost never gets out of his seat on Friday afternoon, and if he does Peter will have time to shove it back into place. It cant go wrong!
He pulls the cotton of his underpants to one side and slips out his penis. Half stiff already it juts up nicely. Peter cautiously pauses, having accomplished Stage One of Operation Fiddle. He notes that Ricky in the adjoining desk has spotted whats going on and has got his right hand in his pocket – hes going to play pocket billiards (its played with a rod and two balls, if you havent met the expression before). Ricky is biting his lip to keep a straight face.
Still looking intently at Frankies portly figure Peter closes his fist round his _c_o_c_k_ and squeezes. God, it feels fantastic! Its an endless source of wonder to Peter that he has been provided with an organ that delivers such pleasure at no cost – its a bit like getting free ice-cream! With a few deft fist movements he gets himself fully erect then allows himself a brief downward glance. He starts to rustle his foreskin between the tips of his thumb and forefinger, then allows those fingertips to stimulate the glans beneath the skin. Theres a scratchy movement with his fingernails that just feels so good!
What the devil are you playing with, you hound? Somehow, against all the laws of science, Frankie has got to his desk in zero time – the elegant plan of deftly replacing the organ has fallen apart through lack of time and a considerable reluctance of that stiff little rod of flesh to be hurried back whence it came.
Peter feels the blood rush to his face with embarrassment as he fumbles hopelessly. For a moment even Frankie looks nonplussed as he sees the answer to his own question – he had imagined Peter had a toy or was writing a secret note! He grabs the boy by the collar of his blazer and drags him unceremoniously to the nearby changing room, his little pink penis still poking out. Peter hears then a muffled giggle, then another, then universal mirth from the room he has just left.
The enormity of his offence suddenly comes home to him. Maybe hell be expelled? Whatll his Dad say? Whatll his Dad DO? The smell of the old leather armchair where he is thrashed at home suddenly fills his nostrils. Maybe Frankie will just cane him? Please Frankie just give me six with the cane, dont expel me. Or give me twelve.
Peters heart is beating wildly and he can feel tears pricking his eyes. Hes shaking and his mouth is so dry he couldnt speak if he wanted to.
Then an amazing thing happens. Frankie ruffles his hair, and says Calm down, you frightened little rabbit – youre not in bad trouble. Im just going to smack your bum for inattentiveness. Now Peter wants to cry with relief. Hell never understand grown-ups: you do almost nothing and they go beserk, then you do something really dreadful like play with yourself in Latin, and they dont seem to care.
Blazer off! Shorts and pants down. Never has Peter felt so pleased to bare his bottom for punishment. Go and get your gym shoe. Frank watches the little boy shuffle awkwardly to his peg, admiring the slender but beautifully rounded buttocks he will soon have over his knee. Peter returns holding his gym shoe. Frank takes it and pulls the boy across his knee – the silly little boy has spent so much time in this position over the last two years that Frank privately wonders if his own leg and Peters midriff have maybe gradually modified their shapes to accommodate each other. Certainly Peter fits wonderfully snugly in the spanking position.
Frank slides his spanking hand up the silky thigh and runs it over Peters very familiar bottom. Four strokes for not paying attention in class, he announces. Peters gym shoe is quite small so he decides to give each buttock two spanks, low but hard. He cant spread the boys legs as much as he would ideally like because of the shorts and pants, but never mind – its going to be a short, sharp, vigorous spanking. If he spends too long over it therell be a riot in the classroom – looking on the bright side this might offer another opportunity to beat another bottom!
Frank lays the gym shoe on the lowest part of Peters nearer buttock then cracks it down on the flesh. Theres a little grunt from the recipient. He repeats the blow symmetrically on the other bottom cheek. Concentrating the pain on this part of the boys bottom will make sitting down quite an ordeal for an hour or so! Frank pauses to take in the red patches he has inflicted and to let the pain sink in before continuing. He makes the red patches his new targets, knowing that the second spank on already thrashed skin will severely exacerbate the pain. For the fourth stroke he uses the full power of his right arm and Peter emits a squeal.
Up you get. Back to class pronto. Frank stops at the door to watch the little boy rubbing his bottom then creeps to the classroom – its a matter of wonder to boys that someone so large as Frank can move so swiftly and silently! When he throws open the door he finds that little fool Lucas sprawling in Peters desk and – how can I put it in family reading matter such as this without risking offence? – lewdly and exaggeratedly imitating Peters earlier actions. He crooks his finger to beckon the boy to the front of the class, meanwhile clearing his desk.
Drop your shorts!
I was only....
Keep quiet unless you want more trouble. Get those shorts down, boy
Lucas quickly obeys and his small blue corduroy shorts slide to the floor. Frank bends the boy over his desk, bottom facing the class, and peels down the small white briefs, leaving them around the boys knees. He pulls Lucass blazer and shirt as high as he can. Casting around for implements he decides in the end to give Lucass small white bottom a taste of the palm of his hand.
Six, he announces laconically. Seconds later he lands his his first smack. Lucas, as so often, reacts instinctively and squeals and jerks up. Frank modifies his position so he can place his left hand firmly on the boys bare back to hold him down, yet still deliver a good hard spank with his right hand. He alternates between buttocks – with three smacks to each side he should be able to redden the entire backside
Peter re-enters the room to see Lucass bottom take its last couple of spanks – hes pleased he wont be the only one to play cricket with a sore bum that afternoon. As he sits down gingerly he finds a note in the unmistakable spidery handwriting of Robin:
Peter had a wank The he got the spank From Frank!