I was only about 16 but still at school a private place in leafy surry . I had done my prep and decided to have a hair cut . The long blonde curls had a to go and my image had to change ,the rebel in me had arisen . I was still in my school blazer , long grey trousers , white shirt and school tie when I got to the local barber. Really nervous as I entered the barber's door and waited while 2 other guys took there turn . The barber was a young guy tight jeans white T shirt and really long hair .
I then heard him say , " Right next" my turn , " right what do you want ?"
I murmered nervously " bare clippers , all over and shave my head "?
" Are you really sure about that , what will your school say ?" The young long barber ,replied .
"Bollocks to the school , I have had enough this uniform is going ," I replied .
The barber switched on the clippers with no guard as my head was clipperd bald . The barber then lathered my scalp and proceeded to shave my scalp bald and shiny . It just looked great , what was all my mates going to think let alone the staff at school ? Next stop was the local guys clothes shop , I bought myself a pair of tight fitting levi, s olive green coloured Sta-prest that had a shiny look to them . I needed a Ben Sherman check , blu-white short sleeve shirt , pair of narrow red braces and finally a pair of 14 hole ,cherry red doc martin boots . I wore the new uniform and the new me down the street and binned the school uniform . Everyone avoided me fearing trouble . The next stop was the tatooist and here I had some nice celtic eagles done on both arms it hurt and a swallow on my neck .
Fearing nothing or the consequences of my actions I returned to school the house master, Mr. Burgess challenged me in the school grounds .
" Watson , The head's office now ! " he screamed . With that I was frogmarched by Mr. Burgess and Mr. Simms to the headmaster's office . The head kept me waiting for 10 minutes and then I was escorted into his office to be informed that I was forthwith suspended for2 months and if I wished to continue with my A level studies at this school to accept 12 strokes of the cane in front of the whole school .
The next day was the day when I had to return to my parents and be caned in front of the whole school. No school uniform just my skinhead uniform . The cloth of the tight sta-prest pressed against my throbbing _c_o_c_k_ ,in anticipation of a sore arse . I had polished my boots the previous night . My shaven head shone with sweat and perspiration .
The caning was to take place on the school stage in front of the whole school and there was a desk all ready . The head read out my , name and warned that any boy dressed the same as Anthony Thompsett would receive the same punishment . The head and 2 masters lead me to the stage and the head was weilding a senior cane , " Bend over lad " . The bulge in my sta-prest was visible to all .
Craak , Craak the first 2 strokes took my breath away , my bulging _c_o_c_k_ was in more torment than the pain of the caning . I felt the emotion of anger and the need to be relived of all the jism in my bollocks. The 6th stroke there was a wet patch which oozed out from the tight fitting trousers onto the desk . I was in agony but ecstasy . But being a real thug and not wanting the rest of the school see me break I took my punishment like a real man and walked off that stage and never to return to that school . My father went ballistic when I got home and that is another story .