Steve left Professor Andrews' house with a red hot bottom. He walked down the garden path much more slowly than when he came! But he felt truly elated. It's true that he been spanked more severely than he had been expecting, but now that it was over, he felt great. And he had an appointment to see the professor again in three weeks. During that time he was ordered to keep a journal in which he was to record his daily life and thoughts in great detail - the times he woke up in the morning and went to bed at night, what he ate and drank, how much money he spent and what on, what studies he did, what essays he wrote, who he met, what they did together, what _s_e_x_ual fantasies he was having etc etc. He was also ordered to come next time wearing his school uniform, but as a concession to his embarrassment he was allowed to cover it by wearing his trench-coat, which was enormously long and stretched down to his ankles.
The three weeks passed. Steve put on his school uniform (except for the cap) and set off for the professor's house. He was glad he hadn't had to wear such a school uniform when he was a small boy. Even though he was wearing a thick coat over it, the cold wind whistled up between his bare legs.
It was now November and the evenings were drawing in. The sun was setting as Steve neared the professor's house. With a mixture of erotic pleasure and trepidation, Steve donned his school cap and knocked on the door, clutching his journal under his arm. The door opened and there once again was the enormous figure of the professor, who greeted him with a warm smile. "Good to see you again, young Steven! Do sit down. Have some tea. Is this your journal?" Steve handed it to him with a sheepish grin, took off his coat and it up. Then he sat down and politely sipped his tea while the professor perused the journal. Steve looked at him anxiously trying to gauge his reaction. Every now and then the professor would look at him over his glasses and sometimes frown. "You're spending too much money on booze, my boy" he said suddenly.
"What?! Just a couple of pints a day. That's nothing!"
Suddenly Steve felt a hand taking firm hold of his ear and marching him to the horse. "That is not the kind of reply I find acceptable. You will take 6 strokes of the strap for failing to call me 'sir' and 6 strokes of the cane for excessive drinking - a serious offence for someone your age."
"Sir, I am eighteen".
"You are eleven, young man. Now assume the position."
With a huff Steve meekly bent over the horse and let Professor Andrew tie his wrists and ankles to the legs. He groaned as his shorts and underpants were yanked down. He was to get the strap and the cane without the hand spanking he had had as a warm up last time. Once again the professor parted his cheeks to examine how clean he was. "Better than last time. At least you had the goodness to have a shower before you came. Underpants are clean too".
"This is humiliating!" complained Steve.
"You are a cheeky brat and you need taking down a peg or two. That is my task and I will not fail in it. You will take two more strokes of the strap and two extra of the cane for your truculent attitude."
"No! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please sir! I don't think I can take the cane sir!"
"You said that last time and I let you off. Don't you remember? This time you must make the acquaintance of Mr Rattan. Are you ready?"
"Yes, sir" said Steve as meekly as he could. He knew you did not mess with Professor Andrews and was genuinely afraid of getting additional strokes. He felt so vulnerable and helpless fastened as he was to the horse with his buttocks tilted in the air at just the right angle to receive chastisement. This time the professor selected a thicker and heavier strap, not the fearsome Lochgelly tawse he possessed, but nonetheless an implement which would instil respect. He knew Steve could not yet take the Lochgelly. In terms of taking discipline his young charge really was no older than eleven. He flexed the strap and took a few practice swings with it. Then at an unexpected moment he brought it down with full force on Steve's naked buttocks. CRACK! Steve let out a yell that would have awakened the dead. "Silence! Stop being a baby! Take your punishment with dignity," said the professor.
"I'm sorry, sir. One sir! Please continue, sir!"
CRACK! Down came number two right in the crease between his buttocks and thighs. The pain was incredible and Steve let out a mewing sound, stifling a full-bloodied yell. "Two sir!"
"Better!" said the professor encouragingly.
By the time the eight strokes were over, Steve's bottom already felt as if it had been branded with a red-hot iron. He had never known such pain before. He was sobbing and tears were streaming down his face.
"Now then young Steven. How are you doing? Do you want the rest of your punishment now or shall we postpone it."
Steve thought for a moment. He really did not want 8 of the best hanging over him. The endorphins had kicked in and though he knew it would sting like crazy, at least his bottom had been warmed up with the strap. Next time it might be a 'cold caning'. "Please sir. I deserve my caning. Please give it to me now. I will try to take it without making too much fuss."
"I hope you will take it without making any fuss at all" said the professor. "Now let us see which cane would suit you best." He ran his fingers over the large collection of canes he had on his desk and selected a light 10 millimetre cane about 90 centimetres long. It was light and whippy and made a beautiful swishy sound as he did a few practice strokes with it. Steve tensed with anticipation. His erection was rock hard and his penis was longer than he had ever thought possible. "Relax the cheeks of your buttocks, boy. The cane will hurt much more if you tense them." The professor then released Steve's legs, removed his shorts and underpants and ordered him to stand with legs far apart and bottom sticking well up. Steve obeyed. The professor did a few more practice strokes and then delivered the first stroke - a real beauty which left a thin red line stretching equally over both buttocks. "One sir! OW! OW! OW!" yelled Steve.
"Silence! I really must insist on decorum, young man. We'll have to take that stroke again. Goodness gracious. I'm only using a junior cane. Anyone would think you were receiving serious punishment."
Steve could not believe there could be worse pain than this. The strap was bad enough, but the cane was excruciating and there were 8 more strokes to go! His bottom bucked and strange mewing sounds came out of his mouth as those strokes landed with exquisite skill. There were 8 perfect, evenly spaced thin red lines going distinctly down his buttocks from top to bottom. It was now time for the ninth and final stroke. The professor brought this one down diagonally with full force, linking the end of the first stroke with that of the eighth in the form of a gate. This time Steve could not help letting out a full-throated yell. The sting was incredible and Steve broke down sobbing. His legs, shaking with shock, had turned to jelly. At the same time a trickle of cum could be seen going down his left thigh. It was a very contrite little boy who now addressed the professor: "Thank you for beating me sir. I needed that. Oooh!"
WHACK!! Another powerful diagonal stroke, going the opposite way, now made a large "X" on Steve's buttocks.
"Yeeow! Please sir! What was that for, sir?"
"You naughty boy! You've cum again. If you do it next time, I will double your punishment."
"Sorry sir. I can't help it, sir!"
"Nonsense. You must learn to control yourself." The professor undid the straps which had fastened Steve to the punishment horse. "Now put on your uniform and off you go."
Once again, Steve felt elated as he left the professor's house. His bottom was stinging like crazy and he could hardly bear to touch the weals. He wondered how on earth he would be able to sit down. But it was so good to be a little boy again and receive discipline from a warm-hearted man who really cared about his well-being. It was to be another three weeks before his next appointment, just before the end of term. This time, he was to be punished at the same time as some other young lads.