This is based on a true story but first you need to understand something abput the two men who are the principal characters. Chris is 45 now and Jack is 32.
Character One
Chris had a traditional British upper class childhood. Although his father was only a middle ranking officer, he was a keen sportsman and popular officer. For this reason he won an excellent posting in the Far East when Chris was only 6. Chris lived with his mother and a maid , a quiet life in the small village. He attended the local village school. Life was happy.
At the age of seven all this changed when his mother was to join his father and Chris was sent to a boarding prep school that would be paid for by the army. Chris would stay with an uncle for the short holidays and fly to be with his parents during Easter and Christmas. Whilst Chris's mother would return occasionally to the UK, there would be little opportunity for visits to see Chris.
Chris and the other six first years cried as they said goodbye to their parents, Chris saw his mother crying when she drove off down he school drive and however much Matron hugged and attempted to distract the new boys, it was to no avail.
The new housmaster seemed nice and spoke softly to the seven new boys lined up in his study. The boys enjoyed a glass of orange squash and all ate the biscuits eagerly, trying to avoid the crumbs falling on their new master's carpet. Matron smiled kindly at the boys and Chris started to feel a little less sad. he was desperately apprehensive and his tummy hurt.
Bath time was strange for Chris. All the boys were made to undress as Matron watched, the boys were shoen where to put their socks and pants and told to fold their oher clothes neatly and place them on the chairs at the side of their beds. They all marched in a line to the bathrooms. Chris was last in the line and Matron followed along behind. There were three old white baths so the boys took it in turns to wash.
Each took the large white towels from Matron, dried and then placed their towels on a hanger. Each hanger had a number and Chris was number 7. As there were ten wash basins in the bathroom and only 7 boys, each stood and brushed their teeth , all at the same time. The boy next to Chris stopped brushing and so did Chris but Matron repremanded both boys, not harshly, and told them that she would announce when two minutes had elapsed.
Matron followed the 7 naked washed little boys back to their dorm and each boy puled on his pyjamas and knelt as Matron said prayers. Matron tucked each boy in his new freshly laundered sheets and said goodnight to each in turn, giving each child a kiss on his forehead.
Chris sobbed gently along with the others, not one pillow remained dry. Each boy thought of his mother. Chris and his new schoolmates hugged their teddies.
Chris fell asleep.
It was dark and Chris could feel an arm on his, gently rocking him. He half woke up. He was half asleep and half awake. It was matron with a glass of warm milk. Matron held Chris's back to stop him fallng back on his pillow and Chris drank the milk as Matron told him what a good boy he was.
Chris awoke again as Matron gently eased him out of bed. Chris was half asleep. He felt a warm and wet feeling in between his legs. Matron lifted Chris out of bed, supporting the 7 yearl old as she led him along the corridor.
Sir, The housemaster, sat back in the arm chair, he asked matron to fetch him a towel, Chris was undressed and stood in front of Sir as the man held him around the waist. Sir asked Chris if he would like a biscuit. Chris did not want to appear imploite and said thathe would. Matron smiled and left the room.
Sir said something to Chris and gently pulled the boy over his lap. Chris felt the man stroking his back and then his bottom and then his bottom started to hurt. The pain was intense. Sir slapped harder than Chris had ever felt in his life before and within a minute he could not hold the tears any longer. Sir slapped hard and Chris bellowed. Sir was delightd with Chris. he had eagerly awaited this moment since first interviewng the boy with his parents.
Chris father had signed all the necssary consents and now Sir would have his fun.
Matron walked ack inot the room and smiled at Sir. She loved her housemaster and the fact that this naughty young boy had wet his bed was cause enough for a little smacked bottom. Matron could see a smile of appreciation in Sir's eyes and that was reward enough for her.
Matron decided to give the little boy a large glass of warm milk every night at bedtime.
Five years passed.......
Sir sat in his favourite armchair. hris entered the study at the appointed hour. Sir smiled and Chris smiled nervously back at Sir.
''Had a good holiday Chris''
''Yes sir and you''
''Yes indeed...number two please''
Chris quickly untied his pyjama trouser cords. He did this himslef now. He slowly unbuttoned his pyjama jacket and placed the bed clothes on Sir's desk. He went to the cupboard to fetch number two and walked across to Sir, handed the man the thin cane and turned around, placing his hands on his head and moving his feet about a foot apart.
Sir admired the 12 year old. He had develoed well during the hols. The cleft between the two peaks was a little deeper and the buttocks still pert and the white untanned skin was noce and tight. Chris had always been the best.
''Over you go'' Sir spoke softly and Chris walked to the chair and bent over, offering his housemaster the enjoyable view he had missed over the past two months. Sir took his time, admiring the unblemished bottom. Three sharp strokes were given, three loud ouch's cried out and three thin red lines admired. Chris never cried now at less than six. The man had trained him to avaoid struggling and tears when he was still only seven years old.
Sir took Chris by the arm, Chris laid himself out across Sir's lap and felt Sir arrange himself and then Chris, to the man's satisfaction.
Chris felt the man's hand soothing his stinging bottom.
Matron entered and smile at Sir.
Chris sat on Sir's right thigh as usual and Matron handed the boy his cup of hot milk and a biscuit.
''get any from your father over the hols'' Sir enquired.
''NO sir'' Chris replied.
''Well we will have to make up for that then , will we not boy'' Sir laughed.
Chris looked at the floor. Do you want to see me every night again this term,'' he enquired. His milk drunk, Chris was told to put his pyjamas back on and leave.
Chris held his bottom as he returned alone to his dorm. At least this was his final year at this place, he thought.
Next time I will tell you a little of Jack's childhood.