"Sally, you want to come to my house after school?" Janet asked her best friend. "Brian is getting another whipping."
Sally grinned. "But wasnt he just whipped on Tuesday?" she asked. Today was Thursday.
"Yes, but that was just a little spanking with the tawse. This evening he is getting the cane."
"What did he do?" Sally asked.
"Oh, I told my father what Brian did at school yesterday, even with a sore bottom. I told him Brian started a fight because some boy teased him about the welts across his thighs. My little brother doesnt know it yet, so hell be in for a nice surprise when he gets home."
"All right, what time?"
"Dad comes home around 6:00 p. m. Why dont you come over around 5:00? We can do our homework first and then enjoy the spectacle."
"Great. See you then." The two 16-year-old girls waved at each other and disappeared into different classrooms.
Twelve-year-old Brian, in the meantime, unaware of his fate, sat restlessly on his hard seat, trying to concentrate on the algebra problems on the blackboard. His bottom still felt sore from the thrashing he had received two days ago and the hard wood under his bottom was pressing against his bruises.
"Brian, I asked you a question," the master suddenly said sharply. "Day dreaming again? I want an answer, boy."
Brian jumped up, his face red. "Er - I - I didnt hear the question, sir," he stammered.
"Come up here, boy," the master snarled, annoyed.
Brian untangled his long bare legs from under the desk and stood. He pulled the middle seam of his tight shorts from his bottom cleft and trudged up the steps to the dais.
"Your mind seems to be on other things rather than on your lessons," the master said severely. "We will try and get it back through your bottom. Bend over the desk and spread your feet wide. Dont move until youre told or well repeat the entire dose from the start. Twelve strokes."
Brian let out a small moan as he complied. He felt his shorts bite into his cleft as they rode up. He was allowed no underwear so his behind felt exposed and vulnerable. He gripped the far edge of the wide desk. It was a very familiar position. How many times had he been there, staring at the floor while the cane slashed remorselessly into his buttocks? He had lost count a long time ago. He steeled himself for the onslaught.
The master took his time. He gazed for a moment at the tightly stretched material of the boys shorts and admired the round, firm shape of the small buttocks clearly outlined beneath, the middle seam plunging deep into the crevice. He raised the cane.
Brian knew only too well how hard the master hit. He had a special knack of always finding the most sensitive areas, normally concentrating on the lower buttocks, the curve towards the thighs, and the upper two inches of the thighs, just low enough to be clearly seen below the shorts hems.
Brian managed to take the first four strokes with just small gasps and moans, but gradually, as the pain intensified, his moans became cries and he started to wriggle on the hard desk surface. The first tears started to roll down his inflamed cheeks.
After a further four strokes, Brians voice increased in volume until he was crying out loudly despite his efforts to keep them down. The master was not impressed. The last four strokes were applied with all the strength he could muster and now young Brian was roaring with pain. His bottom felt sliced through and in flames. Tears were now streaming and his nose flowing freely. His howls of anguish were by now also quite unrestrained.
The master replaced the cane and looked down at the writhing boy with satisfaction. Yes, this has done him good. His mind is now concentrated on his backside and from there it will have to return to algebra.
"Get back to your seat and from now on pay attention."
Brian peeled himself off the desk and stood shakily. He first pulled at the seat of his shorts and then, both hands on his throbbing bottom, he slowly limped back to his seat.
Sally and Janet had returned to Janets home and were busy planning their Saturday dates. They had been double dating for some time and Saturday was to be a special day. They had tickets to a popular musical and they wanted to look their best.
"Is Brian home yet?" Sally had asked when she arrived.
"Yes, hes in his room. Hes been very quiet since he returned. I wonder whether he knows whats coming, although I dont see how he could. Dad hasnt said anything this morning and I certainly didnt."
"Well, perhaps he has a gift of premonition," Sally laughed. "Little boys always expect to be punished, I suppose. Of course, since I have no brothers, I dont know much about small boys."
"Maybe Brian does sense something," Janet agreed, "although I never noticed anything like this before. Lets go and ask him."
So saying, she led her friend to the boys room and, without knocking, barged right in. Brian was lying face down on his narrow bed, his shorts pushed down to his knees.
"Hey. what are you doing in here?" he screamed, frantically trying to pull his shorts up. "Get out of here."
Before he had a chance to cover himself, Janet and Sally had a good view of a small pair of buttocks, the lower half of which were covered with angry, purple stripes.
"Golly!" Sally exclaimed, awed at the sight. "What happened to you?"
Janet giggled. "Hes had no premonitions, Sally," she said. "Hes had a caning at school."
Brian sat up. "What premonition?" he asked.
"Never mind, Brian," Janet said waving a hand. "Something we learned in school."
"Fine, now get out of here." By now he had his shorts back up and sat uncomfortably on the edge of his bed hugging his bare knees.
When they had returned to Janets room, Sally said, "My goodness, he must have had a terrific beating for his bottom to look like that."
Janet shrugged. "No, thats nothing special. Boys bottoms always look like that after an average caning. They get over it. The master obviously only used a junior cane. I think Dad will be using the senior cane on him when he returns."
"You mean he will punish Brian again today despite the state of his wealed bottom?" Sally asked surprised.
"Of course," Janet replied indifferently. "He wouldnt wait a week or two until the marks have faded before punishing Brian for something he did yesterday. He believes in administering discipline immediately after a misdemeanour."
"Poor Brian," Sally chuckled. "His bottom will be a mess tonight. I wonder how he will be able to sit in class tomorrow."
"Very uncomfortably, I would say," Janet smiled. "But hed better sit still or the master will cane him again. Ive seen it happen in my own class some years ago. But boys are tough and can take it. Not that they have a choice."
Upstairs, Brian was mortified to have been seen with his shorts down, displaying his whipped behind. He was sure the girls would spread the news around the school.
Brian was busy with his homework when he heard his father return from work. As was the rule, he went downstairs to greet him. He walked carefully, for every step was painful, and stood to attention in front of his father, holding out his hand.
"Welcome home, Father," he said politely.
George Elmsford held on to the small hand and bent closer to his son. "Brian, I have had bad reports about your behaviour at school," he said, looking into the boys startled face. How did he already know that he had been punished at school? The master must have telephoned him.
"Im sorry, sir," he muttered, "I wasnt paying attention at the algebra lessons and the master caned me."
"Oh? I wasnt referring to that. As a matter of fact, I didnt know about that. Well deal with this new infraction later. For now lets concentrate on that fight you had at school yesterday."
Brians face turned visibly pale. "I - er - it wasnt my fault... I was punished already yesterday for that. The older boy, Roger, was laughing at..."
"Im not interested in excuses," his father cut him off. "I would like to know why I was not informed immediately. You know very well that I insist on learning about misbehaviour at school."
"I - Im sorry, sir," Brian stammered.
"Im sure you are, my boy. Let me change and say hello to your mother. Then well have a little talk in my study."
Janet and Sally had also come downstairs just in time to catch the last exchange. They looked at each other and Janet winked. "Hello, Dad," Janet said, and "Hello, Mr. Elmsford" said Sally almost at the same time.
"Hello, George," it was now Mrs. Elmsfords turn. She was just emerging from the kitchen wiping her hands on a small towel. "Dinner is almost ready."
"Ah, well, then well have to postpone our little talk until after dinner, wont we, Brian?"
Mrs. Elmsford looked at her son. He looked pale and frightened. "Is Brian in trouble again?"
"Just look at his face," Janet said with a little snort. "He knows hes in trouble, all right."
"Well, itll have to wait. Lets not spoil dinner for our guest."