Neil Colwell, 16, had been at his new school just under a month when he received his first spanking. Mr Sharp, his Housemaster (who also took him for Games), summoned him to his study, following his pre-breakfast cross-country run.
"Don't bother getting dressed" Ian McSorley (his dormitory pal) told him as Colwell reached for his underpants after taking his shower, "the longer you keep Sharpy waiting, the worse your punishment will be"!
Colwell wrapped his towel round his waist and made my way to Mr Sharp's study without delay, wondering what on earth he wanted to see him about. Mr Sharp had only just seen Colwell when he supervised the boys exercise in the bitterly cold wind as the rain lashed down against their bared chests and thighs. Colwell hated PE at the best of times as, with having poor eye-foot eye-hand co-ordination, he was not very good at ball-games, and having poor upper-body strength he was equally useless at press-ups and swinging from parallel bars in the gym, but until now McSorley had incurred the wrath of Mr Sharp not him and he couldn't help thinking what Mr Sharp wanted to see him for. McSorley had, of course, shown Colwell the effects of Mr Sharp's handy-work and he knew, both by looking at the marks on McSorleys cute little arse and remembering how roughly Mr Sharp had examined his own rectum as part of his medical examination (prior to his admission) that, if ever Mr Sharp were to spank him, it would not be a light slapping session.
He nervously knocked on Mr Sharp's study door.
"Enter" Mr Sharp called from within.
Colwell stepped inside and closed the door after him. "You wanted to see me Sir" he said sheepishly.
"Ah Colwell, come here will you boy" he said, pointing his finger towards the side of his desk. He did as he was told. "Take your towel off; you're not in the changing room now" Mr Sharp ordered.
"Yes Sir" Colwell replied, removing his towel from round his waist. Unlike Mr Sharp who was fully dressed, he was now stark bollock naked. The "evil housemaster" glanced up and down at the nervous boy and smiled as he fixed his eyes on the youths semi-erect _c_o_c_k_.
Colwell attempted to cover his genitals with his hands to maintain his dignity but Mr Sharp wouldn't let him and angrily slapped him hard across his face. "Stop playing with yourself boy" he snapped.
"I'm not; I'm merely trying to ....", Colwell protested.
Mr Sharp slapped him across the face again, harder than before, so hard in fact that he almost knocked Colwell me off-balance. "Don't answer me back" he bellowed, "now put your hands behind your head and elbows behind your shoulders so I can have a good look at you".
Colwell did as he was told too afraid to say or do anything else. The youths _c_o_c_k_ became hard with fear as Mr Sharp glanced up and down at him. "You dirty, dirty little bastard" Mr Sharp snarled at him as he slapped the boys face a third time, "did I tell you to get an erection "?!
"No Sir .... Sorry Sir ..... I can't help it Sir", he sobbed.
"Perhaps if you stopped playing with yourself you could! A boy's _c_o_c_k_ is not a play-thing you know; it is emblematical of God's perfection and of Man's duty to God, for just as God created Man in His own image – beautiful and perfect, and without being contaminated by interference from the opposite _s_e_x_ – so Man has a duty to procreate and make a man out of a boy by sharing his manhood with a boy younger than himself without allowing the boy to become contaminated by the female species; do you understand"?!
"Y....Y....Yes Sir", Colwell replied anxiously. He knew perfectly well what Mr Sharp meant. For one awful moment he thought Mr Sharp was going to _f_u_c_k_ him!
"I thought as much, you insolent little sod" Mr Sharp said, "Just remember, that being able to grow hair on your balls and wear long trousers doesn't make you a man – not that there's much chance of you wearing long trousers whilst you are here, thank God – but being able to pass your O-levels by being able to take an older boy's _c_o_c_k_ down your throat and put your own _c_o_c_k_ down a boy's younger than your own, as well as pass your A-levels by being _f_u_c_k_ed by an older boy and _f_u_c_k_ a younger boy yourself just might, providing you first learn to respect your elders and betters; understood"?
"Yes Sir", Colwell replied. Mr Sharp's bluntness surprised the boy. He had often wished - as he and McSorley got dressed undressed together in their dormitory - that McSorley would suck his _c_o_c_k_ one night or had sufficient courage to ask McSorley if he could suck his tool, and had even secretly jacked-off with heavenly thoughts about _f_u_c_k_ing McSorley but the thought of, say, the evil Mr Sharp _f_u_c_k_ing him made him shudder.
"_s_e_x_ education lesson over! Do you know why you are here" Mr Sharp asked sternly.
"No Sir".
"Think about it".
Colwell thought for a few moments without success. "I can't think of anything Sir".
"I have been re-reading the reports from your former school. You may recall when you came here for your interview you told me that you weren't very good at Games and I told you that I expected to see a marked improvement in your attitude and performance or I would personally mark your backside; am I right"?
"Yes Sir".
"Well then, I think that answers my question doesn't it? You have been here just under a month now Colwell and, despite your early- morning cross-country runs and me taking you for Games, I have seen little – if any – evidence of any improvement in your attitude and performance so I have decided to cane you, both for your insolence this morning and general slothfulness both during your pre-breakfast runs and my Games lessons. I think that's fair do you"?
"Please Sir .... not the cane Sir .... I'm trying my best Sir; honestly Sir", he protested.
"Trying? You're very trying" Mr Sharp snapped sarcastically, "but before I strap you, I will warm your backside up a little with my hand. Bend over my knee".
"Please Sir .... I'm sorry Sir", Colwell pleaded.
"Over my knee now" Mr Sharp ordered. Colwell reluctantly bent over his knee. With his left arm sandwiched between him and Mr Sharp, Mr Sharp mercilessly pushed Colwells head down towards the floor and held the boys right arm up his back with his left hand out of the way of the youths lily-white arse and began hand-spanking him long-and-hard with his right hand.
Mr Sharp alternated between his left and right cheeks, building up to full strength with each smack, for the first thirty smacks.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Next, Mr Sharp began giving the youth three sharp smacks in rapid succession on the same spot of one buttock before doing the same to the opposite cheek, for the next thirty smacks:
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Mr Sharp had a very firm hand – much firmer than anyone elses he had previously encountered – and he was soon in tears begging him to stop, but the more he cried the harder Mr Sharp seemed to spank him. After hand-smacking him sixty times, Mr Sharp started to give Colwell five sharp smacks in rapid succession on the same spot of one buttock – with the odd smack across the back of either thigh to surprise him – before doing the same to his opposite cheek leg, for the next forty smacks:
Left Buttock: SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Right Buttock: SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Left Buttock: SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Right Buttock: SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Left Buttock: SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Right Buttock: SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Left Buttock: SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Right Buttock: SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Mr Sharp was clearly enjoying himself even if Colwell wasn't, as during the first round he kept chanting "Left, Right, Left, Right, Left ....." in military fashion, to ensure his hand struck the appropriate cheek whilst in the following two rounds he counted "Left: One, Two, Three; Right: One, Two, Three", and "Left: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, and Right: One, Two, Three, Four, Five" as he smacked the boy on either cheek to guide his movements. By the time he had smacked Colwells arse 100 times it felt as though it was on fire: it was so hot – and must have appeared so red – all-over that one could have fried an egg on it – during which Colwell had inadvertently ejaculated over Mr Sharps trouser leg - but despite protestations from Colwell for "no more" Mr Sharp insisted that he bend over his desk and spread his legs wide apart.
"Always keep your arse clean" Mr Sharp snapped as he roughly pulled Colwells bum-cheeks apart and probed between them and deep inside his rectum for a few minutes. "You never know when I may want to put something other than my finger up there! Remember boy, a boy's arse is not unlike a temple: a sacred place wherein only man can enter and share all that which is usually hidden from the world with God, and celebrate the glorious truth that just as God made man in His own image, so man too has a duty before God to make a man out of the boy"!
Colwell again thought he was going to be _f_u_c_k_ed. Fortunately – or unfortunately as the case may be – he wasnt but, instead, was soundly caned once every thirty to forty-five seconds to give the sting of the cane to spread throughout his body before being struck again and Mr Sharp a chance to add to the boys anxiety by puckering his butthole with the tip of the cane in-between strokes whilst cheerfully whistling Vaughan-Williams march "Seventeen come Sunday".
Colwell received eighteen strokes in total, given in three 'lots' of six, i. e., four horizontal strokes across both cheeks simultaneously and one stroke across the inside of each thigh:
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
After receiving eighteen blistering strokes of the cane – each hard enough to mark, but not break, his skin - Colwell received two furtherd strokes across the back of both thighs simultaneously to "round it up to twenty", before being pulled upright by his hair and pushed into the corner of Mr Sharps study.
"Keep your hands behind your head, elbows behind your shoulders and face towards the wall Colwell, and don't you dare move or speak without my permission or we will start again from scratch" Mr Sharp told him. The timid boy somehow did as he was told despite him desperately wanting to rub his throbbing butt; he could feel Mr Sharps eyes on the back of his head, making sure he did not stray from the prescribed position.
After what seemed like an eternity but was probably just over half- an-hour Mr Sharp said "Very well Colwell, you may go. The other boys will have finished their breakfast by now so make your way back to the changing room to get dressed and then make your way to your first lesson before you're late and earn yourself a further spanking. I shall time your early-morning runs from now on, and each day I expect you to complete them earlier than you did the day before, or you will get a further spanking, similar to that which you had today, every day, until I am satisfied that your attitude and performance has improved! If by the end of term you still have not improved I shall either advise your father to soundly beat you when you return home or that you have been so badly behaved I have had no other option but to cancel your home leave so I can have you all to myself during the holidays and do what I like to you without there being anyone else around to come to your rescue! And another thing boy, remember: spunk, like medicine, should never be spilt, only given by a man to a boy down a boy's throat or to another man rectally. Spill your seed over me again and I'll personally show you where one should put it"!
Suffice to say, that was not Colwells last spanking, although it was probably his most memorable!