Glastonbury part 2

by Prince Brat <princebrat@hotmail.com>

Chapter Two

Glastonbury led his two new fags to his study. He sat down in his leather armchair, like a master with his two servants in front of him, which, after all, is what Macfarlane and Gallagher were. He eyed his new possessions and smiled with satisfaction.

"You two have the privilege of fagging for me this year. I hope you won't let me down. You have extra privileges as my fags, for instance you are allowed to do your prep and quiet reading in this study if you wish. Also, no other senior is allowed to beat you. However..." he paused for dramatic effect "if I receive any complaints from other seniors about you, take my word for it when I tell you I will deal with you severely. Other fagmasters can only slipper, and only with shorts on. You can expect to be slippered, strapped or caned, and you can expect your shorts and pants to come down."

Gallagher looked clearly shocked at this news, but Macfarlane just smiled. He had only been caned on the bare bum a few times at prep school, and he quite liked the warm tingling sensation once the pain had gone. Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Come"

A fifth former opened the door. "Sorry Glastonbury, but I was told that Gallagher was one of yours".

"He is. Why?"

Gallagher looked aghast. The fifth former smiled at him with more than a hint of schadenfreude. "It's just that he's left his trunk right in the middle of the staircase. It took us ages to get it upstairs. Just thought you'd want to know."

"Thank you Smithers. Hope your leg's better. Need you for the rugger tomorrow." And with that he bade farewell to the younger boy, who, unknown to Macfarlane and Gallagher, had been Glastonbury's sometime plaything.

"Well now, Gallagher, it seems you couldn't wait to get in the way of everyone. What did you expect, huh, a portering service? Normally I would do this in private, but Macfarlane, you might as well see for yourself what happens. Gallagher, come here." The boy sidled forward. "As this is your first offence I shall only slipper you. Go and fetch my slipper, Macfarlane, it's over there on the shelf. Gallagher, take off your blazer."

The other boy scurried over to fetch the implement. He was already getting horny at the sight of his fagmate about to be whacked. He brought the slipper to his master willingly.

"Now I can't be bothered to get up, so I'll punish you over my knees." Gallagher moved forward to place himself over Glastonbury's lap. He had been spanked at prep school many times like this.

"Not so fast, young man. We'll have those shorts and pants down, I think." He undid the clasp of the boy's shorts, and tugged them down. Soon the white underpants were peeled down two, leaving the boy naked from the waist down to the grey stockings which sheathed his calves snugly. Macfarlane's eyes widened. Glastonbury motioned Gallagher to assume the position, so he gingerly leant forward until he was lying outstretched in Glassers' lap, his feet suspended above the floor with his pants and shorts dangling around his ankles.

Glastonbury ran his hand over the smooth white bum in front of him. Looking up, he caught Macfarlane's eye, and gave him a wink.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP. Five heavy strokes rained down on a reddening pair of buttocks. Gallagher let out a stifled gasp.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP. Five more scattered around the boy's throbbing seat.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP . Now the top of his thighs received the attention, until they were glowing red. Gallagher was fighting back the tears.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP . The final five were the hardest, given slowly and deliberately. Now the boy was crying without restraint. Glastonbury pulled him up by the waist, and went to his desk, leaving the child standing there in the middle of the study, shorts and pants at his feet, rubbing his sore bottom.

Gallagher was then sent to his dormitory, and Glastonbury motioned Macfarlane over to him. Both could see that the other had a massive erection, though Glastonbury's was understandably larger-looking. Without saying a word, Glassers undid his fly and let his _c_o_c_k_ hang out. Macfarlane knelt down beside the desk, and buried his head in his master's crotch, taking the full lengh of the penis in his mouth...

to be continued...


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