Keynham Hall part 3 The rest of my first week passed uneventfully enough until Friday when I was on caning duty.
During my free period that morning, I had been to the village shop to buy a few canes in preparation for my evening duty. The shop-keeper was very helpful and explained that he always kept quite a variety of canes in stock as they were much in demand up at the Hall. He proudly showed me three drawers full of canes each of a different size and weight. I naturally asked Chris to be my witness and at the appointed hour we strode majestically past the line of boys in their dressing gowns waiting for the attention of one of the brand new canes I was carrying under my arm. Once in the gym we rapidly placed a vaulting horse in the centre of the large room ready for the evenings action.
I had decided that I would call all the boys in together so that they would be forced to watch what was coming to them as each boy was punished. The boys filed into the room in orderly fashion and I told them to line up to one side of the horse facing me ... so that they would get a good view of my action and the devastation I intended to wreak on their backsides. Now that were all ready would you be so kind as to pass me the first punishment slip, Mr Bowles? I politely asked Chris who dipped his hand into the little red box, pulled out the first slip and passed it over to me.
Miller! I rapped out. Nine strokes requested by matron for throwing nine rolls of lavatory paper out of the west tower window! There seems to be a deal of poetic justice in her request! Have you anything to say for yourself, Miller?
No, Sir. mumbled a large fourteenyear old.
Then take off your dressing gown and give it to the boy next to you and come over here and bend well over the end of the horse with your legs apart parallel to its sides. The boy reluctantly obeyed.
You are to be the first boy to receive a caning from me.... so I am going to make it one that will establish my reputation in the school as a master who can wield a cane as efficiently as any of my colleagues
So saying I chose a medium weight cane from my collection and took up position a few paces behind the pale goose-pimpled bum presented to me. I could sense the excitement and expectation of all present, and I was determined to put on a good show. I swished the cane a couple of times to get the feel of its weight and make Miller more apprehensive. Then with a short run up I raised the cane up and back and slashed it down across the target area. On contact there was a loud crack and the whole of the boys bum seemed to change shape as the shock wave of the stroke took effect. The watching boys gasped, Im not sure whether in horror, excitement or appreciation, while Miller threw back his head with a most satisfying yelp of pain. A livid stripe wrapping right round both cheeks rapidly began to swell and become purple as it filled with blood just under the skin. His muscles twitched spasmodically, rather like those of a freshly shot rabbit.
Mr, Bowles, would you like to keep count of the strokes as, I don't want to give less than requested!
With the greatest of pleasure, Mr. Whikham, it is always a privilege to be of help on occasions such as the present. I took plenty of time preparing for the next stroke, as I wanted Miller to reap the full benefits of my handy-work. When I thought the pain must be beginning to subside, I delivered a second stroke with all the strength I could muster. The reaction of both the boy and his bum was much the same as after the first stroke although I thought I denoted a slightly louder and longer yelp, than before.
Two! boomed Chris, adjusting his manhood which was obviously giving him trouble!
The watching boys were white with terror at what would soon be coming to them.... but at the same time they couldnt take their eyes of the welted bum in front of them!
I slowly carried out the rest of the caning and Millers yelps could be described as full throated yells by the last three strokes.
Nine! Well done, lad, you took that remarkably well! said Chris after the ninth stroke.
Get up and retrieve your dressing gown and now you can either go back to your dormitory or stay and watch the rest of the punishments I said smiling at the chastised Miller.
Thank you, Sir .... Ill stay and watch. Miller managed to stutter.
Good for you, Miller! Youll certainly enjoy the rest of the show more than the opening scene!
You can say that again, Sir muttered Miller smiling weakly through his scarcely held-back tears.
Whos next then, Mr. Bowles? I asked.
Johnston! called out Chris unwrapping the next slip. Twelve, requested by Mr. Trimdale for answering back when reprimanded during Divinity.'
Johnston was a big eighteen-year-old and as such would be receiving his punishment with the heaviest cane available, with an extra three-strokes as he was also a school prefect and supposed to be setting an example. I actually felt quite sympathetic towards him as he was a cheerful, good-natured boy, and I too had always detested Divinity lessons.
He took off his dressing gown and gave it to Miller to hold. He was really a full-grown man and sported the beginnings of what promised to be a fine hairy chest. I also noticed that he was sporting, quite unashamedly, an impressive hard-on.
Good, I thought to myself. That means he will probably even get some enjoyment out of his thrashing!
Bend over, Johnstone! As a school prefect you know of course that you automatically receive an extra three strokes ... which makes a total of fifteen. I shall also be using the heaviest and longest senior cane and hope to make this the most severe caning you will ever experience. Are you ready?
Yes, Sir. came the firm reply as the handsome young man bent over the end of the horse, leaving enough room in front of his legs to accommodate his rampant erection.
I took several extra paces back to prepare myself for what I intended to make a really spectacular caning. I was determined to make Johnston voice his appreciation of his punishment so that it would be heard even in the school dormitory block which was a good fifty yards away on the other side of the main building. I thought to myself.. perhaps the first six or eight strokes should build up to full force so as to hopefully bring the lad to an orgasm before I really laid into him for the last strokes when he would not even have _s_e_x_ual arousal to help him deal with the pain.
The first stroke with such a vicious cane was devastating and produced a loud grunt from my victim, but I was going to increase the force of each stroke gradually. The second , third and fourth strokes produced louder grunts, but I could see from the way the lad pushed his bum out towards me after every stroke that he was still actually enjoying his agony. I could also tell by the way Chris was counting that even he was having difficulty in keeping his excitement under control. After the sixth stroke I thought I could discern a thin thread of pre-come hanging down between the handsome muscular legs in front of me. I decide that the time had come to speed up the rate of strokes, to bring him to a full orgasm, so I laid on strokes seven, eight and nine in ever quickening succession. Johnstons grunts were getting higher pitched and more frenetic and as I laid into him with the tenth stroke at full force.... I was rewarded with a series of uncontrollable grunts as his buttocks convulsed and he shot spurt after spurt of his man-juice all over the end of the vaulting horse! This was what I had been waiting for.... I smashed the eleventh stroke across the devastated twitching buttocks before hed finished coming.... to increase his extasy...then I left a long pause until all twitching had stopped and his grunting and groaning had subsided to a whimper. Then I really let him have it. The twelfth stroke drew a half strangled scream... Thats a good sign! I thought.
The thirteenth, had him writhing and sobbing almost out of control. The fourteenth got a full throated yell.... and the fifteenth might have wakened the dead in Keynham churchyard! I was really proud of myself, and was certain that my reputation as a caner to be reckoned with was now assured.
Thats all, you can get up now I said, as soon as hed stopped whimpering and I think youd better go straight to sickbay and get some dressing put on your stripes to stop the bleeding!
Thank you, Sir, but Ive got a towel in my dressing gown pocket which will dry off the blood and Id prefer to stay and watch the other punishments if I may ... and Sir, Im sorry about the mess! he said indicating the sperm splattered horse. but I couldnt help myself. And to be honest, Sir, if it was allowed, Id rather go to the school photo lab for a souvenir... as Ive never been caned like that before... and probably never will be again. For which I sincerely thank you, Sir. and he held out his hand and shook mine with a firm masculine grip.
I was genuinely touched by his spirit and courage and thought to myself that it was actually a pity I couldnt get his bum photographed as a souvenir!!
The rest of the evenings canings were more routine affairs, but fully appreciated by the recipients who eventually returned to show off their trophies in their dormitories and spend the first of several nights lying on their backs!!
As soon as they boys had left, Chris said:
This calls for some kind of a celebration! The way you caned Johnston bringing him to an orgasm like that before youd used up all your strokes was the work of a genius!! And talking of orgasms I desperately need to get my rocks off ... and I bet you do too!
Well, yes how about a quick mutual blow job before going down to the pub.... Ill get out one of the gym mats while you strip off.
Great idea, and afterwards we must fix a date for our mutual session, after what Ive seen today I cant wait!
We lay down head to tail and as soon as we had each others _c_o_c_k_s in our mouths came together with long luscious spurts of pent up sperm. Before we got dressed again we inspected our fading stripes from the beginning of term canings and decided that by Wednesday of the following week wed be ready for a serious caning session of our own.
(But thats another story!!)