Cycling home from work last week I got stuck behind two 15-16 year-old schoolboys who were walking home (late after school) in the cycle lane.
One could not help overhearing one boy explain to the other that his Games Master had put him in after-school detention for reporting for PT with his T-shirt unironed. I felt like interrupting and saying to him "You could always report to me after school instead boy, and I will gladly spank you in and out of your kit for not keeping your kit in pristine condition"!!!
Isn't it a tragedy that political correctness today prevents a familiar hand slapping a boy's thighs, spanking a boy's rear and or wielding a belt to give the adolescent recipient a well-deserved "short sharp shock", for daring to turn up for PT in a crumpled T-shirt?!
When I were a lad - which is not that long ago - any boy who turned up for PT without his kit being in pristine condition was guaranteed to receive a sound spanking as well as after-school detention! It happened to me once.
My mother was rushed into hospital the night before and I forgot all about making sure my PT kit was ready for school the following day as I expected my mum to have washed and ironed it (as usual) for me to take to school. The following day I lifted my washed but unironed T-shirt and shorts from the laundry basket before going to school and got changed for PT later that day, when my PT teacher demanded to know why neither my white cotton T-shirt nor my white cotton shorts had been ironed. I tried to explain but he wouldn't let me and made me exercise in just my shorts and trainers - with the rest of the class - outdoors on a blustery September day. On my way back to the changing room (after his lesson) he asked if I was cold and I naively said I was, to which he replied "follow me and I will give you something to warm you up".
Being sixteen years old I was hardly expecting him to spank me as I followed him into his office personal changing room where, in a matter of seconds, he pulled my shorts down and positioned me over his knee, and began spanking my bare bottom fast and furiously with his hand, as he lectured me about the importance of keeping one's kit in pristine condition. I had already taken off my trainers - as usual - on re-entering the school building and, in the process of being spanked, kicked my shorts off as his hand rained down on my butt, so before long I was stark naked [as every boy should be for a spanking, to maximise his sense of humiliation and pain]. He had me crying like a baby in no time as he mercilessly turned my bottom the colour of a ripe tomato all-over and placed a few hard smacks across the back of each thigh. Somewhere along the line I inadvertently ejaculated - as my _c_o_c_k_ rubbed against his muscular thigh (sadly concealed underneath his tracksuit bottoms) which prompted him to push me over his desk and order me to spread my legs wide apart for twenty hard strokes with the strap of his weight-lifter's belt across my already desperately sore butt and the back inside of my thighs: one of which struck the back of my scrotum as it wrapped inside my left thigh and I saw stars!
After being soundly strapped I was allowed to get up. Sir examined my balls - claiming he was "just checking" that there was no lasting damage - and played with my _c_o_c_k_ for a couple of minutes, warning me that if my attitude and performance did not improve he would shave away my pubes next time to make me look like a six year-old (not a sixteen year-old) all the time I behaved like one, and give me more than just twenty licks with his belt, before frog-marching me - still naked - back into the Boys' Changing Room before two classes of fully-dressed boys (one, my own, waiting for permission to be dismissed for their next lesson, and another waiting to start their PT lesson with him) so one and all got to see for themselves from the welts across my legs and butt that "naughty boyz get bottom marks"!!!