DAVID'S DIARY - MONDAY 2ND SEPTEMBER Big day today, my first day at secondary school. It is much bigger than St Michael's. I am one of about a hundred new boys. There are five sets in our year. I am in class 1A, which is the top set. That's mainly because of my French. So I have William to thank for that. Our form master is called Mr Samson. He seemed quite nice, at least until he showed us his cane and told us he would have no hesitation in using it if we misbehaved. Yup, they use the cane at Burlington Grammar!!! I have been looking back at my diary and I have discovered that it is exactly one year and five months since I first met William. It's amazing, reading the diary, how quickly we became friends. It was only three weeks and two days after we met that he gave me the first spanking, which would never have happened if we hadn't been friends (because I wouldn't have let him). Of course, that wasn't a real one because I was wearing my pants. The first real one was 52 days after we first met. I've counted up, and he has spanked me properly (bare bum) 9 times since then (43 smacks in all). I've worked it out on my calculator, that's an average of once every 52 days since the first one (that's a bit of a coincidence). I expect that's about what to expect at my age, but I do know that some of my friends get it much more than that. Tim once told me that his dad hadn't spanked him for 18 days and that he thought that was a record! If I had been spanked once every 18 days since the first one, I would have got it 26 times and, at the same average number of smacks, that would have been about 124 smacks. That probably shows what I always knew, that William only spanks me when I really need it. When you think how little I get it, it's surprising how much I think about it. I expect most twelve year old boys (OK I won't be twelve for a month but I'm nearly there) think about being whacked a fair amount, but ever since William came on the scene, I seem to have thought about it an awful lot. The reason I'm thinking about it pa! rticularly today is because of what William said to me today. I went to see him after school. There wasn't anything in my punishment notebook, but I always drop in on him anyway, and he specially wanted to hear about my first day at Burlington. It was after I told him about Mr Samson's cane that he said it. He said he'd been thinking and he thought that now I was at secondary school, especially if I was going to be getting the cane, I was getting too old to go on being spanked by him. He said he'd have to think of some other punishments to use in future. He suggested doing extra homework for him and groundings as possibilities. I do wonder at myself sometimes. You'd have thought most boys would jump for joy if they were told that they weren't going to get spanked any more. I don't know why, but it didn't make me pleased at all. It's not that I like it when William spanks me. He's really hard and it always makes my bum sting like mad. It's just that afterwards I get this nice warm feeling. I don't mean that my bum is warm. That goes without saying. No, it's an inside sort of feeling. Sometimes thinking about it and looking at my bum in the mirror even makes my c _ _ k go hard. Well, no one else is ever going to read this diary (I pray!!!), so I can spell it out properly. Yes, it makes my _c_o_c_k_ go hard in the same way as it does when Tim and I look at his Playboy pictures. Anyway what I really mean is that although I hate it when I am spanked part of me really wants William to go on doing it. I know it's hard on him and I ought to think of pleasing him. I expect he's been longing for ages for the day when he can give up spanking me for good. Even so I straight away said to him that I was still only eleven and that much as I hated to have to admit it I knew that I ought to go on being spanked when I needed to be punished. He said OK but we would have to try to think of something else for when I am twelve. Well, I've been thinking and I reckon it's going to have to be the slipper. I k! now it'll hurt more, but I probably won't get it as much and at least I'll still get that nice feeling afterwards. I haven't tried to persuade him yet. I've got a whole month to do that.
WILLIAM'S DIARY - MONDAY 2ND SEPTEMBER David has started at Burlington Grammar. I fear that the time has come to start making noises about changing the punishment regime. If I say nothing, he might start to wonder whether I am enjoying it, which would create all sorts of problems. But I do have a glimmer of a hope. Over the last few months I have noticed that he somehow gets the topic of conversation round to spanking or school whackings at every opportunity. I wonder if, by any chance, he actually wants things to continue as they are. If I think about it, I first began to become fully aware of my interest when I was about his age. I never actually tried to get spanked or slippered (I was far too much of a wimp for that), but I definitely quite liked the feeling I got afterwards. If David has the same feelings, it may just be that I can steer him round to asking me to go on. I would actually prefer to continue smacking, but he probably is getting too old for that. He is obviously, however, not too old to be slippered. Perhaps I can arrange the discussions in such a way as to get him to ask to be slippered in future. The only downside to that is that there couldn't really be an excuse to go on punishing him without his pants on. Still, can't have everything. I wrote that earlier. I've just seen him. The conversation was quite promising. When I asked him about his new school, all he really wanted to talk about was the fact that they use the cane. That gave me the intro. I said that now was probably the time to stop spanking him and move onto different sorts of punishment. His response was gratifyingly immediate. He said he was still only eleven and so ought to go on being spanked. I said that was OK until his twelfth birthday, but we would have to think of something else then. It may be wishful thinking, but I thought I detected a slight frown when I said the last bit. I shall have to work on him very carefully and slowly, but a month should be enough, if my guess about his feelings is correct.
DAVID'S DIARY - TUESDAY 3RD SEPTEMBER Mr Samson's cane is a real old fashioned one with a curling handle. He hangs it on a hook on the classroom door so we can all see it. Of course, it's much too early for anyone to have been swished (which is what we call being caned), but I bet he uses it soon. Someone in 2A, who was in 1A last year, told another new boy in my class (he's called Lister) that Mr Samson canes you in front of the whole class. I hope I don't get it for ages, but I'd quite like to see someone else getting it. Apparently the PE master uses a plimsoll, so there should be some slipperings to watch as well. I had my Tuesday French session with William. We now talk only in French for an hour and I have to say I am getting really good at it. When the session's over he always lets me stay for a general chat (in English!). I told him about Mr Samson's cane and the PE master's plimsoll and he said it sounded like things hadn't changed much since he was a boy. I asked him whether he'd got the cane much and he said not that much, about once or twice a term, but he used to get the slipper more because, once he'd turned twelve, he got it at home as well as at school. I don't want to rush things, so I didn't sound him out about him slippering me when I am twelve, but I made a mental note to use his own experience as an argument. Poor old William, he really walked into that one. I bet he'll be kicking himself when I finally strike. I almost forgot, Mum wrote in the book last night when she caught me playing a computer game when I was meant to be doing my homework (she'd let me stay up late only to do my homework). William just gave me a warning, but he gave me one last week as well, so I'm probably getting close to a spanking.
WILLIAM'S DIARY - TUESDAY 3RD SEPTEMBER I didn't have to try very hard this evening. As usual, David managed to get the talk round to corporal punishment without any problem. He told me about Mr Samson's cane again and said that the PE master slippered boys. I said it sounded just like my own school days. He asked me whether I'd been caned often. I said about once or twice a term, but then volunteered the information that I had been slippered more because, once I was twelve, my father started to use a slipper. That last bit was a pure and simple lie, but he'll never know. My father did spank me, until I was about twelve and a half, but then he dropped corporal punishment altogether. He never used anything other than his hand anyway. Julia had made an entry in the book. Not enough to warrant a spanking, but enough to justify a warning. Bearing in mind there was a warning last week as well, I can be pretty confident that he will be over my knee before the dreaded twelfth birthday.
DAVID'S DIARY - WEDNESDAY 18TH SEPTEMBER A mixed day. Saw a caning for the first time. Lister threw a paper dart at another boy in Maths. Mr Samson saw and called him up to the front. "This is a Maths lesson boy, not an Aeronautics lesson. You can do some mental arithmetic for me. What's 16 times 4 plus 6 minus 68. You have three seconds to answer, one, two ..." and Lister just managed it. He said 2, which was right. "You're a very lucky boy Lister. As you got that right, I shall be very generous and limit your punishment to two strokes. Be kind enough to bring me the cane.". So poor old Lister had to go to the door and take the cane off the hook. Then he gave it to Mr Samson who swished it about in the air a bit and then told him to bend over. I had been afraid that he would have to face the rest of the class for it (which would have meant not seeing his bum) but he actually faced the blackboard, so his back was to us. He had to stand with his feet about six inches apart and touch his toes. Then Mr Samson lifted his jacket clear of his bum to make a really good target. Lister's about the same height as me and he's also quite slim like me. His bum really did look just right for the cane and his uniform trousers were very tight when he was in position. Anyway, Mr Samson gave him two really hard whacks. He held the cane right behind his shoulder and swung it incredibly hard. There was a great swishing sound and then a crack like a gun going off when it hit Lister's bum. He jumped a bit for the first stroke, but he didn't make any noise. He didn't jump so much for the second, but that was probably because he knew what to expect. When he got up he rubbed his bum like mad. I bet it hurt a lot. I'm not looking forward to my first session, but it was great watching Lister's. Fortunately, we had PE straight after Maths, so we all got a good look at Lister's stripes when we were getting changed and in the showers afterwards. They were fantastic. I had to rush out of the showers because I could feel my _c_o_c_k_ going hard. I m! anaged to get my trousers on before it became too noticeable. I forgot to bring my games kit home to be washed. That's the third week running and Mum was not a happy bunny. Last week she warned me that if I forgot again she'd write it in the book. Anyway, she did. So I had to take the book round to William's. I knew I'd get it, because of the other two warnings. It was like it usually is. I was all nervous as I walked down the road and knocked on his door. I gave him the book without saying anything. I expect he could tell that I'd done something naughty because he straight away said "do we need to go into the dining room?", which is where he spanks me now. I said "'fraid so" and he opened the book and looked in it and just said "let's get it over with". He sat in his usual chair and I took my trousers and pants down and lay over his knee. Like he always does, he gave me a couple of pats on the bum first. I think that's his way of saying how sorry he is to have to do it. Then he gave me five of his hardest. It was the usual agony. As usual, he let me go into the bathroom to look in the mirror and use the wet flannel. After two or three minutes the pain wore off and the nice warm feeling came on. When I went into the sitting room I, at last, started my campaign. First I told him all about Lister's swishing and I think he was impressed when I said how hard it had been. Then I said I'd been thinking about how I should be punished when I am twelve. I said I knew that Mum was really pleased with my behaviour since he had taken over disciplining me and I knew he only punished me when I really needed it. I said that I thought Mum might get worried about me if she knew that he wasn't going to whack me any more. Then I went on about how I hated being whacked, but I knew it was so good for me and I really did want to grow up like him and after all his dad had whacked him with a slipper when he was my age. I pointed out that I was used to the slipper from school and so it seemed sensible th! at I should get it at home as well. I said that although his spankings were ultra painful I realised that I probably would need more severe punishments when I was twelve and after thinking about it a long long time I knew that what I would need was the slipper. Then I said, in case he thought that now I was due to get the cane at school the slipper would be a soft option, that I knew he would still have to punish me on the bare bum to make sure it hurt enough. I knew he wouldn't be keen on the idea and it certainly took me a long time to persuade him, but eventually I succeeded. At the end he said OK he would give it a go to see whether it would work out. I know it is sad for him, but, even without the nice warm feeling afterwards, I also know that it really is good for me to know that if I am naughty at home I will get whacked.
WILLIAM'S DIARY - 18TH SEPTEMBER I must have been right. David seems desperate for me to go on. He almost begged me to start using the slipper, and on his bare bottom too. I would be worried if I thought he actually enjoyed the process of being thrashed. But I am sure he doesn't, otherwise he would be getting into trouble a lot more than he is. Indeed, it is quite clear from his demeanour, when he is facing a spanking, that he hates every moment. But it is some consolation for me to realise that he gets some sort of pleasure from it when it's all over. Of course, I agreed to his plan. How could I do otherwise when I had just given him a really good spanking (five of my best)? The thought that one day I will no longer be able to wallop that delightful slim bottom is miserable. Watching it turn red again, and feeling its firmness to the touch, was just wonderful. But at least I've got another year (or possibly two). I must choose my implement very carefully. I almost forgot, he also gave a wonderfully vivid account of one of his pals being caned today. He saw the whole thing. He obviously enjoyed every second. Wouldn't it be wonderful if I got to slipper him when his bum was still showing the stripes of a caning? I don't mean that I would want to do it very soon after a caning, but just as the stripes were fading, so I could see them. Well, today's spanking means Emma's in for another good time tonight.
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