In "The Tawse and Another Caning" I told you of how Lynch, Brooke and myself had been caught smuggling a small amount of booze into school for a celebration of the end on term. This was way back in the 1950s when discipline was sterner and even a small amount of alcohol in school was almost a capital offence. I told you how Brooke and I had been caned and that Lynch had refused to take it and had been told that the only alternative was expulsion.
When I got home that evening, I was in for a surprise. Mr Horne, the deputy headmaster who had caned us, had said that he wouldn't be telling Mum.
As I went in, she greeted me with, "What have you been up to, John?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know quite well. I had a telephone call with Mr Horne."
I said, "Sorry, Mum. There were three of us and we took a bit of beer into school for a celebration. I know it was wrong and we've had the whack for it, but you don't have to worry about me taking too much. We only had a pint each and it was confiscated. I didn't want you worried and I thought Mr Horne wasn't going to tell you."
"He didn't. I've had Mrs Lynch on the phone. After that, I rang him. Now, tell me honestly, do you think it deserved a caning?"
"Of course it did. Apart from the school rules, we were breaking the law buying it at all and it doesn't do the school's name any good when we do that in uniform. I'm glad it was Mr Horne who caught us and that the headmaster was off. At least it was a proper punishment and I can leave it behind me. What did Mrs Lynch want?"
"In the first place, she wanted to know what you and your other friend thought of it and whether you thought you should be caned."
I said, "I'm glad we were. They don't give sixth formers lines or essays or detentions. If it hadn't been a caning, then it would have been expulsion. There isn't anything else serious enough to deal with it."
"Would you be prepared to say that to David Lynch?"
"Brooke and I both told him what we thought. It won't make any difference to him, but I'll do it if you want me to."
She asked, "What do you think you would expect if you'd walked out like he did, and then went back and asked for it to be dealt with by caning?"
I shrugged. "I've no idea what Mr Horne would do. He's been really decent about it. I suppose he might say that he'd got himself steamed up and just be pleased that he was seeing sense. If he did, it would be the same as we'd got but I expect it would be a few more."
That evening, I was dragged off by Mum to Lynch's house. It was a sort of Council of War. There was Lynch with both his parents, Brooke with his and me with Mum.
Mr Lynch said, "I gather that you three were rather stupid today?"
Lynch said, "Ok, we were stupid, but not expelling or even caning stupid."
He looked at Brooke and asked, "Do you agree?"
Brooke said, "No. I thought Mr Horne was being really decent about it. It's obvious that we had to be punished and caning was the only thing he could do for something that serious except expelling us. As well as that, he was really decent about it and set it up so that we could have it without anybody else knowing."
Lynch said, "That was only so that he could give you more than he'd have dared to if there's been a risk of somebody else knowing."
I chipped in. "Don't be stupid, Lynch. We aren't third formers now and they could get six of the best. I wouldn't have complained if it had been twelve and we only had nine each. Besides, if he was giving us more than was right, there's the evidence on our bottoms and we could have gone to the doctor and got a report."
Mr Lynch said, "So you both feel that you were fairly treated?"
Brooke said, "Yes. We've both said so."
My mother said, "John said that if David went to Mr Horne and told him that he was sorry about being stupid he might even keep it down to the same as the other two had."
I said, "Actually, I'd forgotten but I think it would probably be a bit more because he fibbed about it as well, and Mr Horne found out because Mrs Lynch told him that they don't have alcohol in their house."
Mr Lynch said, "Would it be fair if he didn't get much more than you?"
Brooke said, "Yes. It could be. Lynch got himself so steamed up about being caned. He was just being stupid. I wouldn't complain if he had the same as us, even though he could get extra for fibbing."
Mr Lynch said, "What would you expect to happen if you'd done as David did?"
Brooke replied, "Dad would have sent me straight back to school to say I was sorry and to ask for the caning I was due for. If I'd been caught telling a fib and saying that we got it from home when we hadn't, I'd have expected at least a dozen now that I know it was nine without the fib. I don't know how far Mr Horne goes in one go, but I might have had to have two sessions. Dad's fair as well, like Mr Horne is. He'd have given my bottom a few days to recover and then he'd have given me belting. At least, I expect he would."
His father said, "I hope we've got past the stage where I have to do it, but he's right. He'd have got a belting from me for the sheer stupidity in not accepting with good grace a perfectly fair punishment in school."
Mr Lynch turned to me and said, "And what would you expect?"
"Mum would have sent me straight back to school, just like Mr Brooke would have done. I haven't got a Dad, but Mum and the school know that I could go to a master in school. I would have gone to get a leathering as well, because Mr Horne wouldn't have given me all I deserved. It would be like Brooke getting more from his Dad."
Mr Lynch said, "If David were to ask him, do you think this master would do the same for him?"
I replied. "I don't know. It's different because I could see that wallopings, if they are done properly, are to help us. Brooke and I both thought Mr Horne was really decent about the canings we had. Lynch doesn't look at them like that. Besides he's got a father at home and I haven't."
Mr Lynch said, "That's part of the problem. I'm fit enough to work in an office and keep the family but I've had arthritis for years and I couldn't operate a cane or strap properly. I think that'll be part of why he's been a pain at school. I haven't been able to discipline him."
This conversation was going on as though Lynch wasn't there. I decided to try to get him involved again. I turned to him and said, "Look, Lynch, you can see that we were wrong to get that stuff weren't we?"
"I suppose so."
"You heard us say that Mr Horne was really decent about it. He didn't whack us for getting ready to drink it or because we could have drunk it if we hadn't been caught. It was just for what we'd actually done - buying it and bringing it into school. We told him that we'd bought it. He already knew and he'd have given us extra if we'd carried on pretending that we hadn't, and that would have been fair as well. Can't you see that?"
"I suppose so."
"Well, if you deserve to be punished, what's better? A sore backside - ok, it was pretty bad while it was happening, but it's soon over - or muck all your future up being thrown out of school?"
"I suppose it's the whacking. I was stupid, wasn't I?"
"You were a bit."
"Did you really mean that, if you'd done what I did and then saw sense afterwards, you'd have had what Mr Horne would have given you and then got another doing?"
"I can't be sure but I think I would. I don't think Mr Horne would have given me a walloping for letting Mum down and getting her worried about me not being able to finish at school would have got her worried. Actually, I was going to talk with her about whether I ought to have a leathering, anyway. I have to think extra about things with not having a Dad."
Mr Brooke said, "If it's any help in deciding, I wondered whether I ought to give this idiot one but I decided that it's not needed."
Mr Lynch said, "Well, David. Have you seen sense? There's still a chance. Mr Horne said that he would be in school tomorrow."
"I suppose so, Dad. I'll have to go to see Mr Horne, tell him that I'm sorry I was defiant and rude and take the caning. The others are right. It'll be better than mucking all my future up."
His father said, "I'd prefer you to see it in a more positive light, as something to help you, rather than simply accepting it because you've got no option."
"Sorry. I was sort of thinking that. In fact, I was sort of wondering whether I ought to ask if you can ask the master who helps Johnson to give me a leathering as well. I was lying about you and I was being really stupid."
My Mum said, "Mr Horne knows about him. You could discuss it with him. He offered to help John, with his not having a father around. I can't break the confidence and tell you who he is."
Mr Lynch said, "I'll talk with Mr Horne about it. I've got to phone him tonight and let him know what's happening."
Lynch looked at Brooke and me and said, "Do you two want to come into school and see me get it?"
Brooke said, "If it's tomorrow, I can't. We're all going away to my Gran's."
I said, "Do you want me to?"
"If you don't mind, Johnson. I might chicken again. Besides, I want to try to think about it like you do. You seem to be able to make sense of things, even when you're in trouble."
This was something that I had not expected. Next morning, Lynch and I made our way into school. The front door was the only one which was open. Normally we weren't allowed to go in that way but that day was different. Inside, we called at the office to tell the secretary we were in. She said that Mr Horne knew we were coming and we should go to him when we were ready. We went to the changing rooms and Lynch started to change.
When he was standing in his shirt tails, he said, "Should I put my jockstrap on?"
I replied, "I don't know about you, but it gave me a really great hard. It'll be a bit obvious if you haven't got some extra support. Besides, if Mr Horne decides you ought to have it on the bare, you can have a bare bum and still be decent, can't you?"
A few minutes later, he was ready.
We approached the headmaster's study and he said, "Here goes."
Inside, we faced Mr Horne.
Lynch said, "I've come to say I'm really sorry about being so stupid yesterday, sir. Johnson and Brooke have got me to see that you were being more than fair in offering us a caning. I know I'm due for more than they got as well. As well as buying it and bringing it into school, I lied to you and I was very rude. Dad told me that you had said that the offer of a caning instead of expulsion is still there. I'd be grateful if you'd cane me. There's something else as well, sir, and I might not feel like talking after you've given me my caning. Dad said he's explained this as well, sir, but I've got to ask. Johnson can go to a master for a walloping if he feels that he's been stupid or wrong. If you could ask that master if he'd be prepared to do the same for me, I'd be grateful sir."
It was quite a speech for Lynch. He was more given to action. It was a speech that he knew was going to give him a very sore behind as well.
Mr Horne said, "Do I need to explain what was wrong?"
"I don't think so, sir. Not now. The other two and I were talking last night. It would have been even worse if a policeman had picked us up in the shop when we were getting the stuff. I am sorry, now, sir, and it's not just because I've been caught. I deserve a bigger whacking than you will give me."
"Very well. I knew you were going to make the other request as well. I've spoken to Mr Hunt. He's the master Johnson could have gone to. He will be available for you in the gym one afternoon. You'll have a few days to get over this session and he'll let you know when it can be arranged."
I said, "If it saves having the school opened, sir, he can come to our house. If it's on the right day, Mum will be out at work so we can be private."
"I'll mention that to him."
"Can Johnson stay while I get it from you, sir, please? He's so much better than I am that I'd like his encouragement."
I cringed when he said that about me being better than him, but I hadn't expected actually to be watching a whacking.
Mr Horne said, "If that's what you want. Of course."
He stood up and I saw him move the chair against the desk as he had for us.
I said, "It's a different position for the whacking, Lynch. It's a good idea. It's easier to stay in place like this."
Lynch watched the cushions going into place as I said, "You kneel on the chair and reach forward as far as you can go. I should hang onto the edge of the desk, if I were you. That's what I did."
Lynch approached the chair and said, "Do you want my shorts off, sir?"
"No thank you. I promise you that you will feel it but the little protection even your thin shorts give you will reduce the risk of your being cut and I prefer not to draw blood, even on a boy your age or older."
Lynch knelt on the chair and reached over the desk, holding on to the far side. I moved to one side of the study, giving myself clear view of the whole procedure. He lay there, the two, round cheeks of his bum really held tight by his shorts. I watched Mr Horne aim carefully.
He said to me, "If you are ever using a cane, Johnson, you must always be careful to have the end of the cane over this part of the boy's anatomy. If it's much further round, the speed can be transferred along the cane and the end can rip the victim's flank open. That should never happen."
I watched him take the cane back and twist his body round. Then I could see why each stroke had hurt so much. His whole body was like a powerful spring which was suddenly released. The combined power of almost every muscle in his body drove that cane into Lynch's firm backside. It might have been firm, but the cane seemed almost temporarily to bury itself in its target. Then it bounced out and was taken away.
I knew what it felt like to be beaten like that. It had been my fate on the previous day. I saw his body jump as he felt the tremendous power and as the pain surged through his being.
I had already had a hard. Watching that whack produced a surge in my groin as well, a surge which I thought the deputy headmaster would have noticed and then I realised that he was concentrating on his task. There was a pause, just as I had had on the previous day. I could see how he could estimate the right time. Lynch relaxed slightly after he had reacted to the shock of that impact. Then the cane was taken back again.
Thwacckk!
Another tremendous blow and once again, Lynch's head bounced back as the pain flooded through his entire body.
Suddenly, a different thought occurred to me. Schoolboys forget that schoolmasters are also human. I found myself wondering whether Mr Horne had a hard as well. I gave the relevant area a glance but there was nothing obviously visible.
Thwacckk!
Another blow fell as I realised that, if he did have such experiences, he would probably arrange to have supporting underclothes and have his willy in the right position to expand before he started on a caning.
Thwacckk!
Another. The sight of this operation fascinated me. That fascination was increased by the memories of having been in the same situation myself only the day before. I wondered whether I would be a schoolmaster myself, and able to wield a cane in the same way as the deputy headmaster was doing.
Thwacckk!
After the customary pause another.
Thwacckk!
That was six. I did not know how many Lynch would be getting, but guessed that it would be twelve.
Then another thought occurred. If I had a hard, as I undoubtedly did, and Lynch got one as well, could we wank each other instead of doing it for ourselves? The idea had never occurred to me before. Boys in those days were exposed to much less information about _s_e_x_ than their equivalents today. We only discovered how straight _s_e_x_ operated by "dirty books" surreptitiously passed from boy to boy or by quietly whispered confidences between boy and boy. _s_e_x_ education was something which was to be for the future.
Thwacckk!
Thwacckk!
Thwacckk! Three more. Lynch had had the same as we had received.
Mr Horne paused for longer, giving him every chance to recover. Then he said, "I'm afraid there's got to be more, Lynch. Would you prefer to have it postponed?"
Lynch replied, "I know it's got to be more, sir. I'd prefer to try to get it over now, if you don't mind."
Once again, Mr Horne drew the cane back and once again I watched it being driven into Lynch's rump. By now, the darker stripes were showing through the tight, thin, white material of his shorts.
Thwacckk!
And then another.
Thwacckk!
That was eleven. Suddenly, I remembered that there might be a clue about the last whack. I watched carefully and there it was. Mr Horne was aiming carefully again, but this time it was just at the top of Lynch's legs.
Thwacckk!
Lynch had been good but this time he failed.
"Argghh!" he gasped.
Mr Horne said, "That's it, Lynch. You can get up and rub your bottom.
Lynch put his hands round and gently massaged the damage. Then he released to use his hands to force himself up. He stood and held his seat again.
Mr Horne said, "Well done, Lynch. You took a much more serious beating this time far better than your last one."
As he massaged the damage, he said, "I think that's because I accepted that I deserved it this time. I really do mean it, sir. Thank you for being so decent about this business."
"Right. Off you go. As far as I'm concerned and the school's concerned, the matter's closed. Anything arranged with Mr Hunt is a family matter. It's private, nothing to do with us."
We went out and back to the changing rooms. I said, "I've really got to go to the bogs. I'm bursting."
Lynch replied, "So am I."
In separate cubicles, I suspect that we were each masturbating ourselves to a full climax.
Later, in the changing room, I saw the raised weals across his seat and he let me feel them. It was enough to give me another hard.
As we cleared the school buildings after Lynch had dressed, I said, "When we were in there, I was wondering whether it did the same thing for you as it does for me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, does it help to say that when I said I'd got to go to the bogs because I was bursting, I didn't mean that I needed a pee."
In surprise, Lynch said, "Does it do that to you as well? I thought it was just me."
I replied, "Dopey! Why do you think I told you to put your jockstrap on? How do you think I knew? I think I've always assumed that it happens for everybody, or at least most people."
"Well, it happens to me."
I said, "Actually, in there I was wondering whether it gave Horne a hard as well."
"I suppose it might have done. You don't really think of schoolmasters having hards, do you?"
I decided to take my courage in both hands.
"When he was whacking you, I was wondering something else as well."
"What's that?"
"You won't get upset or be offended, will you?"
"I can't if you don't tell me. Come on. Spit it out."
"Well, I went to the bogs to have a wank and you went to have a wank as well. I was sort of wondering..."
I stopped and he said, "Do you mean that it would have been more fun if we could have been together and wanked each other?"
I nodded.
"Well, if Hunt doesn't stay after I've had that other whacking, and he lets you be there, I'm game for us to try it. You hear about blokes picking up kids or other men in public bogs. I suppose that's the sort of thing they do. The difference is that we both want to try. It's not like a dirty bloke having a kid. It just means that we'll have to keep dead quiet about it. What do you say?"
"I'm game as well. You're right, though. We'll have to keep quiet."
There was one more development before Lynch had his walloping. To be more accurate, there were two. The first arose out of a conversation with Mr Hunt at home. Since he had offered to help me, he had come to the occasional meal or evening at home and had become a family friend as well as someone I could turn to as a confidant or for punishment if that were merited.
It was on an occasion like that, between Christmas and the New Year, that he was talking about his childhood. It was Mum who started it.
She said, "He hardly ever needs it, but I'm glad John isn't at one of those trendy schools that think caning is wrong."
I said, "I agree, Mum. It's not just that it helps you to learn what's right and wrong. It helps you to put something bad behind you as well. At least, it does for me."
Mr Hunt said, "That's providing two things a right. One is that it is done fairly, to teach the boy rather than to gratify the master and the other is that it is not done to excess."
I said, "There's something else as well. I don't think the headmaster does it to gratify himself. He'd do it more often if he did, but he doesn't bother about being fair and he can't even bother to cane you properly when he does. Did they use the cane when you were at school, sir?"
"Too true they did. It was far too much and you could tell by the look in some of their eyes that they enjoyed every minute of it."
I said, "Actually, if I was a master and was caning a boy, I think I'd enjoy it, but I'd want to be extra careful about being fair because I know that."
Mr Hunt said, "That's how I feel. My father put a lot of effort into getting me to understand that. He didn't approve of the goings on in that school, but there wasn't another grammar school for miles and so I had to go there."
"If it's not rude to ask, sir, did your father use a cane as well?"
"No. He used a tawse. In actual fact, it's the one I've got now. He was very careful to make sure that I understood why he was doing it as well as being sure I deserved it. He always did it just before I went to bed. I didn't realise at the time, but I learned later that his thought was that I might want to cry and I could get that over in private."
I thought that if it had been me, I would have appreciated it happening like that for a different reason but I couldn't mention that to Mr Hunt, even if Mum hadn't been there. In actual fact, I didn't have to say anything for the conversation to continue.
He mused, "I still remember how he did it. He had a strong wooden box. He'd put that on the bed and put a pillow or two and a blanket over it. I had to lie over it with my legs going down on one side and my back on the other. It put my bottom right in the air waiting for him. He used that tawse well, I can tell you."
I said, "It sounds a sensible way to go for it. You could probably use the tawse even better than you did for me. I expect you could get even more power because you could bring the tawse straight down."
He replied, "It's all very well for you to say that. If your arrangement with me resulted in a request, would you regret saying that?"
"I think I'd prefer it."
Just then, Mum said, "Well if you two are going to discuss wallopings, I'll go and knock up some supper."
So it happened that one development that I hadn't expected was set up. A different way to have the walloping. Mum's going out was deliberate. She knew that I wanted to discuss something with Mr Hunt. As soon as she closed the door, I said, "There's something I've got to talk about with you, sir."
"What's that?"
"I think I'm due for a walloping. Mum knows I'm going to mention it and she agrees that if I'd actually had a Dad at home, I'd have had one."
"What happened?"
"It was on Boxing Day, sir. We went over to my aunt's and uncle's place. There was a fair amount of wine around and I drank too much. I wasn't sloshed, but it was too much and I said too much as well."
"In what way?"
"Well, sir, the whole family knows that my uncle has what they normally call a bit on the side. Sometimes there are several at the same time. Well, he started going on at Mum about it not being fair to me for her not to have a bloke around. I was polite to start with and told him that, as far as I knew, she didn't have men friends like that, if you know what I mean, but that she'd got several friends who were men and as well as that, there was a master in school I could talk to. Well, he said I didn't want to be messing about with school masters and I told him I wasn't messing about. It was all above board and the school knew and Mum did as well. After that he had another go, and I asked him if he wanted Mum to have a string of men like he had a string of women."
Mr Hunt asked, "What happened then?"
"Another uncle told him that he'd asked for it, but I could tell that Mum was upset and it as good as finished the party. We packed up and went home soon after."
"I think I agree with your mother. It wouldn't have happened precisely like that, of course, if your father had been alive, but if I try to imagine the parallel sort of thing, I can imagine that I'd have got a belting for it."
Just then Mum came back into the room. She asked, "Have you explained?" I said I had and she told me to go and make the coffee when the kettle boiled. I expected she'd do that because I knew she wanted to have a word with him as well as me.
After the meal, Mr Hunt told me that he'd had a chat with Mum and she'd said that I was entitled to my privacy and it could happen when she was out. Well, I said it wasn't fair to Mr Hunt for him to keep coming over and what about him doing me when he saw Lynch. It would still be private from Mum and he was getting it, like I was in place of a Dad who couldn't do it.
I said there were two developments. That's them. One was the different way of being for it and the other was that I was going to get it at the same time as Lynch.
The day ended with the next afternoon being designated for both my leathering and Lynch's. I had to tell Lynch and get him round to our place and we were both to be in gym kit when he arrived at two. He wouldn't be able to stay too long as he was going on to his parents but he would have time for us and if it wasn't then it would be almost the start of term before he got back.
Lynch came round early. We had a coffee and then we changed into gym kit. We both knew that this would be bare backside, but it would be quicker to get out of gym shorts and our jockstraps would reduce the risk of exposing erections too blatantly.
Exactly at the appointed hour, Mr Hunt arrived. I opened the front door and he said, "You two can collect the box from my boot, as it's for your use."
It was a box, but of an unusual shape. It had a rectangular base, about eighteen inches by two feet and its longer sides sloped inwards. The hinged lid was three-dimensional and a partial cylinder, with its radius somewhere about the base of the entire box, and running parallel to the longer side. Its use was obvious. It was the box Mr Hunt's father had had him lying over many years earlier.
We carried it upstairs and into my bedroom. Mr Hunt followed, carrying a case. At his instructions, the box was placed in the centre of my bed, arranged so that the sloping sides faced the top and bottom and the curved top reached across the bed. From his case, Mr Hunt took two large pillars. These went across the curved top and a blanket was used to cover them. It was ready for use.
I said, "We knew that it was going to be on bare bottoms, sir, but we thought it would save you waiting if we dressed like this."
"Good. I take it that you're both prepared to accept what I consider right?"
Lynch said, "You're doing it because Dad can't, sir. I wouldn't have any choice if he was going to do it, just like lads whose dads can wallop them don't have any choice."
"Fair enough. Are you satisfied that you deserve a thrashing?"
"Yes, sir. It's obvious that I do. Mr Horne caned me like he did the others and the extra was for lying. There's still being rude to him and refusing to take my punishment when it was obviously fair. It would be due even if Dad hadn't said I ought to have it."
He turned to me and said, "And you, Johnson?"
"It's obvious that it's due and it's got to be a lot for being as rude as that to my uncle."
"I disagree. You ought to control your intake so that you don't slip over the top, but it was quite understandable that you did so. You were defending your mother against interference and prying. You just went too far. Ok?"
"If you say so, sir. I still feel as though I let Mum down by saying that to him. It would look as though she hasn't brought me up properly."
"Fair enough. I'll keep that in mind. Now, Johnson, you're due for less than Lynch. Wait on the landing, please."
I went out of the bedroom and closed the door. I could imagine Lynch lying over that box with his bottom in the air and the tawse ready to bash into him. I counted the whacks and, as I did, I could feel my willy getting bigger and stiffer. By the time he finished, he had given Lynch twenty five whacks and they sounded really good ones.
Soon after that, I had gone in. I took my shorts off, moved onto my bed, knelt in the obvious place and lay over the box. My Hunt's father had invented the exact thing for the job, if he had invented it. I was there with my bare bottom stuck right up in the air, my body going down on one side and my legs on the other. If it had been for a caning, my trousers would have been pulled really tight. As I was, it was by bottom which was dead tense and giving a really good target for Mr Hunt. As well as that, draped over the box, even without being held down, it was difficult to get up and that helped you to stay there.
I looked sideways. Mr Hunt had the tawse ready and then he brought it straight down, dead square on my poor bottom. He knew what he was doing and my bottom knew as well. He took it away and I stopped watching. It was enough when it came without seeing him drive the tawse down.
Sppllatt!
He hit a second time. I knew my seat must have already been going bright red. As well as that, I was glad that I had my jockstrap on. I had already got a fair hard before he started to wallop me. With my willy held in my jockstrap, at least it was in the right place to get bigger and harder. It was really throbbing, but my main concern was my rear end.
Sppllatt!
Another swipe landed and I gasped. Then there was another pause before the next.
Sppllatt!
That was four. He had hardly started and I knew that I deserved it all.
Sppllatt!
Sppllatt! We had got as far as six. It was twice that before he stopped.
"That's it, Johnson. You can get up now."
I clambered off the box, rubbed my hands over my bum. Believe me, he had really got it hot. Then I put my shorts on again and I was in for a shock.
In school, we lads usually called each other by our surnames and the masters always did. I knew something was funny as soon as he spoke.
"John, how would you react if I was always around to deal with you if you step out of line?"
"It would suit me, sir. I don't think you'd be very busy. I'm not all that bad, although I admit that I'm not like most lads. I seem to be getting whacked more often as I get older. Most kids go through a silly stage earlier."
"That's probably because you put extra effort into behaving to help your mother when you were younger and you're old enough to be relaxing now. I'll take it a stage further. How would you react if I took up residence here?"
"It wouldn't worry me, sir. Not now. Lower down in the school, it might have been a bit difficult to have a master in the house. You know, sir. I'd have been ragged. I don't think that would be a trouble now. Why, sir? Are you thinking of lodging with us?"
"Not exactly. Your mother and I are thinking of getting married but she thought I could find out better than she could how you would feel about it."
I said, "That's absolutely great, sir! She needs somebody and I know I could respect you as a father and I think you'd be good for her and she would be good for you as well. When are you getting married?"
"We haven't fixed that. If you hadn't been happy about it, we would have waited until you left school."
I said, "I am happy, sir, honestly."
"I'm pleased. I'll tell you something else. We got to know each other through our concern for you."
Soon afterwards, we took his box and other stuff down to his car and went back into the house. I didn't tell Lynch my news but we had something else on our minds. By then, our erections had both subsided a bit.
I said, "Look, it turns us on to be whacked. I bet it'll turn us on to do the whacking as well. You've already had twice what I had. What about both getting undressed and then you giving me a few with my gym shoe?"
No sooner the word than the blow. People who were in boarding schools may not understand how much of a discovery what we were doing was. Even more the next stage as we lay on my bed with a towel between us, both stimulating the other until we came. Looking back on it, it was quite an achievement to have accomplished simultaneous ejaculations.
Lynch and I had a new area of our bodies to explore. I had also to get used to the fact that Mr Hunt would soon be my Dad.