Two Diaries Part V


by Realist II <Landlertel@yahoo.co.uk>

THE STORY CONTINUES It was David's birthday. Wednesday 2nd October. He was twelve, only a year from being a teenager. He was staying with William and Emma, as was his school friend, Simon Lister. The boys' mothers were both abroad for a month with their employer, the Army, and William and Emma had kindly offered to look after David and Simon. I say "kindly", but it also has to be said that William actually took considerable pleasure from the experience. That was because he enjoyed spanking boys, and that was the punishment which had been agreed for any misdemeanours. He actually kept a very candid diary recording his feelings. David had also kept a diary until a few days previously, when Simon had found it and discovered that his friend was also strangely affected by corporal punishment. Fortunately for David, it transpired that Simon shared his interest in spankings and so the diary remained their secret. But David had sensibly decided not to continue making entries in it.

David's birthday started well enough. It was a shame he had to go to school, but he did so with a light heart, having gratefully received a most generous present, a bicycle, from William and Emma. Simon already had a bike and so both boys decided to cycle to school. They arrived with plenty of time to spare and used it by playing a game of "it" in the playground. At 8.45 prompt they filed into the their classroom and said "here sir" as their names were read out from the register by Mr Samson. Then the whole class went into the school hall for assembly. That was where things started to go wrong.

David and Simon stood next to each other in the second row. As the hymn, Onward Christian Soldiers, began, they took the opportunity to whisper to each other about the rugby match they were due to play in the afternoon. They didn't think they'd been seen. Oh how wrong they were. Mr Samson, standing up on the stage with the other masters, looked down at his charges and saw that two of them were not singing. He looked closer and realised they were talking to each other. Talking in assembly, especially during the religious part of it, was greatly frowned upon. Mr Samson would not overlook such an offence. He did nothing at that moment. But he would deal with the boys when they were back in the classroom.

The final notices were given and the boys dismissed from assembly. Mr Samson's class filed out in silence. Once in the classroom, they took their seats, again in silence (Mr Samson did not like talking in the classroom before his arrival). About two minutes after they had all sat down, the door opened and Mr Samson walked in. The boys all stood and said "Good Morning Sir". He replied "Good Morning Boys". He walked to his desk and stood behind it, placing both hands on its top. Then he looked up at the waiting boys.

"Abbot and Lister, kindly come to the front of the class".

The two boys glanced at each other, a look of alarm on their faces. They stood and walked to the front.

"Did you enjoy the hymn boys?"

They again looked at each other, still baffled but beginning to fear the worst. David spoke first.

"Yes Sir".

Simon expressed his agreement.

"And what deep mysteries did it lead you to discuss with each other while everyone else was singing?"

The miscreants knew they were done for. They both looked down at their feet, neither volunteering an answer.

"I see you can be silent when you want to be. Talking in assembly is, as you well know, absolutely forbidden. It shows disrespect to your God and your headmaster. I will not tolerate it. Abbot, fetch my cane."

David made the short walk to the door where the cane hung on a hook for all to see. He took it down, walked back and handed it to Mr Samson.

"Lister, as you are an old hand at this" (Simon had only been caned once before but David had not yet suffered it), "I shall beat you first. Bend over".

Simon took a pace forward and, facing the blackboard, bent over and touched his toes.

"Abbot, stand back, I need space to swing."

David took three paces back and stared at his friend's waiting bottom. Mr Samson came round from behind his desk and approached Simon. He carefully folded the boy's jacket tails back to ensure a clear target. The school trousers were tight around the slim, round buttocks. The lines of his underpants could be seen through the thin material. David's hands involuntarily went to his own, equally slim, round and small bottom and caressed it in anticipation of what would shortly be done to it. Mr Samson tapped the cane three times on the waiting bottom. Then, suddenly, he swung it right back and forward again. It swished through the air and gave off a loud crack as it connected with Simon's flesh. He knew what to expect and, despite the searing pain, he stood absolutely firm as the cane bit into him. There was a pause. David had winced as the first stroke landed. He took a deep breath. He could feel his legs shaking. His tummy was doing somersaults. He was terrified of the pain, but even more frightened that he would not take it well. Then there was the same swish and crack. The second stroke had landed. Would that be all? Or would there be more? The answer came swiftly with another swish and crack.

After another short pause Mr Samson again spoke. "Stand Lister. Abbot, take his place".

Simon grabbed his bottom with both hands and tried to rub it better, but the pain was dreadful. He knew it would ease soon, but that didn't make it better. David, shakily, walked forward and bent over. His feet were about six inches apart and he looked between his legs to see Mr Samson approaching him. He felt his jacket being folded back. Then he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He felt the cane tapping his bottom. He took another deep breath. Then he heard the swish and crack. For a split second he felt nothing, but then the pain hit him. It felt as if a red hot poker had just been placed across his bottom. He screwed up his eyes tight and ground his teeth harder still. Simon, his own pain becoming manageable, watched the scene, absolutely fascinated. This was the first caning he had actually seen (he was, until now, the only boy in the class to have been caned). He felt that wonderful, funny sort of warm feeling inside him. He did not want his friend to be hurt, but there was a part of him which was thoroughly enjoying the beating. Swish, crack. The second stroke. David remained still. His instinct was to cry out in agony, but he kept silent. Simon could feel the beginnings of a stirring between his legs. He removed his hands from his bottom and placed them in front, just so no one would notice. Swish, crack. The third stroke. David was now in more pain than he could ever remember. He had been spanked often. He had had his fair share of school slipperings. But this, the cane, was a thousand times worse. He longed for the instruction to stand. It seemed to be an age before it came. But at last it did. Like Simon, he grabbed his burning bottom and rubbed like mad.

"Return to your places boys. Oh, I nearly forgot. Happy birthday Abbot."

"Thank you Sir", David mumbled as he ever so gently placed his throbbing buttocks on the hard chair.

Mr Samson started the Latin lesson as though nothing had happened. At ten o'clock the bell rang. The boys closed their books and, taking their French books from their desks, filed out of the room to go to Monsieur Blanche's class room. Once in the corridor the excited whispering began.

"Wow, Abbot, wow Lister. That looked really bad. Are your bums stinging still".

"Yeah", this was David, "but it's not so bad now."

There was only time for a couple more admiring remarks from their school friends before all the boys arrived at Monsieur Blanche's room. The French lesson went particularly well for David, who still had extra tuition from William. Nothing untoward happened. At 10.45 the bell went for break. The boys all had to go into the playground during break and there was no chance of a display of striped bottoms yet. There were two more lessons after break and then lunch. Immediately after lunch those boys, including David and Simon, who were playing in the match against Brooms High School Under 12s had to go to the changing rooms to change into rugby kit. Only the players were allowed to go, much to the annoyance of several of David's and Simon's class mates who were not playing. But thirteen boys, including five from the same class, were going to have a treat.

Word had spread through the other first year classes. Everyone knew that Simon and David had been caned. The rest of the team were longing to see the evidence. Both boys had decided to tease their friends. They took off their jackets, then their ties, then their shirts, then their vests, then their shoes, then their socks. Then each stood with his back to the wall and slowly removed his trousers, carefully folding them and putting them on the bench by the wall. All eyes were on them. Then, as though choreographed, they slowly turned to face the wall and eased their underpants down. There was a loud gasp of admiration from the watching boys as the vivid, raised, purple stripes were displayed. David and Simon looked at each other's bottoms with equal admiration. Then, because both feared their reaction might become obvious, they both grabbed their shorts and pulled them on. The show was over, for now.

The game was excellent. David scored a try. Simon converted it. Their team narrowly won. Both sides ran happily back towards the changing and shower rooms (the visiting team being allowed to share the facilities). I don't know whether the visitors guessed what they were to see. They could hardly have failed to notice that all the home team were staring at two of their players as they began to undress. Within minutes, however, everyone saw the striped bottoms. Nothing gets schoolboys chatting to each other like the sight of another boy's recently caned bottom. Soon the whole changing room was a buzz of excited chatter. Full details of the offence and the manner of the punishment were demanded and given. Only one of the Brooms boys had had the cane and he happily exchanged details of his experience with David and Simon.

In the showers afterwards David and Simon were quite content to continue the show, but neither stayed in long. Both were aware of that stirring feeling between their legs. After a few minutes, they grabbed their towels and used them to hide their hardening penises. They dressed quickly and went to the dining room for the players' tea.

After tea the boys went towards the bicycle shed. They were not surprised to find a collection of their class mates waiting for them. All filed into the shed and, having checked that no masters were in sight, David and Simon again lowered their trousers and pants. Again there was a gasp of admiration. The questions came from all sides. The two miscreants happily answered them all. Then they pulled up their trousers, found their bikes and headed for William's and Emma's home.

William, who worked at home, was waiting for them when they arrived. He greeted them with the news that he felt like a swim and wondered whether they would like to join him. They certainly would, they said, and ran upstairs to get their trunks. As the three walked towards the fitness centre, the boys told William about their canings. He was full of sympathy, and told them of the time he had been given six of the best for smoking.

When they arrived at the pool, William suggested that all might change in the communal changing room, rather than having individual cubicles. He said it would be quicker. And that was how he managed to get a look at those two wonderfully striped bottoms.

WILLIAM'S DIARY WEDNESDAY 2ND OCTOBER David's birthday today. We gave him a new bike. He seemed delighted. When they got back from school I suggested a swim. Little did I know how good that idea was. As we were walking towards the fitness centre they told me they had both been caned today, for talking in assembly. They got three each, in front of the whole class. We couldn't possibly change in individual cubicles after that. The sight was just marvellous. The stripes are perfect. I reckon they'll be visible for a good week. Oh how marvellous it would be if I got to slipper them during that time.

THE STORY CONTINUES When the boys changed for bed that night they allowed each other a long look at their bottoms. Neither minded the other seeing their erections and it was only the sound of William's footsteps on the stairs which led them to pull their pyjamas up and jump under the bed clothes. After he had said good night and turned the lights off, the rhythmic creaking of beds started. They were getting better and better at their new night time hobby. Both sighed ecstatically as their climaxes came.


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