There it was. I could not help but admire it. In fact I was rather proud of it. It was erect, thick and hard and I could just see a drop of moisture glistening in the sunshine on the very tip. I even stroked it and rubbed it a little. I really felt very good on this beautiful April day. You see, I had just watered my rubber plant and I noticed that it had produced its first offshoot. I was as delighted as could be. It was a present from one of my boys. I had announced in Assembly at the end of last term that young Robert Seymour now held the school record for the boy who had been caned the most in one term and on the very next day young Robert presented me with this rubber plant to commemorate the fact. He is a cheeky little thing but I cant help liking him and he does have a very cute bottom.
I donned my gown and decided it was time for my usual Monday walk around the school to see that everything was in order. I ran a well-disciplined school and I was not averse to spanking a few bottoms or using the cane if need be. The parents and the boys preferred it that way. There is nothing that boys dislike more than being allowed to run riot in a classroom. They cannot stop themselves from misbehaving if the teacher is weak but they know they will not learn anything and the complaints soon come rolling into my study.
I followed my usual Monday morning route and what is this? There is already one boy standing outside classroom number one. He is facing the wall with his hands on his head. "Come here, boy!" I say in my Headmasters voice, expecting that will put the fear of God into him. In fact it was one of the nicer boys, one Harry Hills, and he was not put out at all.
"Yes, sir," he said, as though butter would not melt in his mouth.
"Why have you been sent out of the room?"
"Talking, sir."
"Then go to my study where we shall have a little talk of our own," I replied and moved on to classroom number two.
I couldnt believe my eyes. There were two boys facing the wall outside that classroom. I know all the boys in my school by their names. It helps enormously if the Headmaster can summon a boy by his name. "Come here, Peter Watkins and you, Duncan Hitchings," I said in a quiet but menacing voice. "What is this? What have you two been up to?"
"Talking, sir," they muttered in unison and looked very sheepish.
"Well, you had both better go and stand outside my study and we shall have our own little talk," I said condescendingly and I started to rub my hands together as I thought of the three little bottoms waiting to be dealt with. I wend my way on to the next classroom and I do not believe my eyes. There are three boys standing outside this classroom and they all have their hands on their heads and are facing the wall in obvious disgrace. Is my school falling apart at the seams I ask myself but nevertheless these lads must be dealt with. "Turn around," I ordered and the three of them faced me and were going very red in the face. You will be going very red in another place I thought to myself but aloud I said, "Who have we here? Tony Uprichard, Martin Scott and John Jenkins, no less. And why are you three standing out here?"
"Talking, sir," muttered the three of them, looking very crestfallen.
"It looks like I am going to have a caning party this morning and guess who is going to be on the receiving end," I announce. "Go and join the other three that are waiting for me outside my study."
When I get to classroom number four I know something is up. There are four lads standing there, two either side of the door and all with their hands on their heads. Not only is this not possible but I know who is teaching inside and no one even dares to breathe loudly in his lessons. There are times when even I am afraid of him – and I am the Headmaster!
I turn them around and I recognise David Williams, Jason Marlowe, Roger Jones and Shane Kelly. They are as nice a foursome as you can want and here they are outside this classroom of all classrooms. "I dont suppose you have been sent out for talking, by any chance?" I ask innocently.
"Yes, sir," came the chorus of four voices, Three of them looked very gloomy but young Shane found it difficult to keep a straight face.
"Oh? And what is so funny, master Shane?" I ask, my voice full of sarcasm.
"Please, sir," said Shane with a broad grin on his face, "What is the date today?"
"What are you talking about, boy? It is the first of April......" And suddenly the penny dropped.
"April fool, sir," said the impish Shane and the other three began to laugh nervously – not sure how I was going to react. "Go and join the other six lads outside my study," I said in a stern voice. "We shall soon see who the April fools are," I added. They stopped laughing now and glumly trotted off to my study.
I walked around the rest of the school but there was nothing-untoward going on so I returned slowly to my study and considered my options. There they were all facing the wall. I marched all ten of them into my study and told them all to remove their jackets and to place them neatly on one of the armchairs, which were normally reserved for visiting parents. I then lined them up facing the walls of my study and told them to bend down and touch their toes. I then went round and got them in exactly the right position and separated from each other by just enough room to allow me to get between them. And there they were ten bottoms all ready and waiting for me. Their trousers were nice and taut and the effect was that the round shape of their buttocks was nicely emphasised. I left them in that position for five minutes or so while they stewed over their plight and I enjoyed the splendid vision before me. I told them that I had never had ten at once before – this was indeed a new record.
Slowly I went to the cupboard where I kept my canes. There is a nice collection of them in there and I took out my favourite shiny three-foot cane. I swished the cane around for effect and brought it down on the arm of one of the armchairs where it made a nice thudding sound and raised a little dust into the air. A few bottoms were wriggling nicely at the thought that their bottom might be the next intended target but with a few clicks of my tongue I placed the cane on my desk where it remained in full view and went over to the drawer in my desk. From here I produced a large white gym slipper and I slapped this down hard on my desk several times. There were more wriggles of the bottoms lined up around my walls. I fancy a few of them had aching legs by now and were wanting it all over and done with.
I now did the tour of my boys and spanked each one first on one buttock and then on the other, punctuating the spanking with the following: Head (slap!) Masters (slap!) do (slap!) not (slap!) have (slap!) any (slap!) sense (slap!) of (slap!) humour (slap!) and (slap!) do (slap!) not (slap!) expect (slap!) to (slap!) be (slap!) made(slap!) into (slap!) an (slap!) April (slap!) fool (slap!).
With that I allowed them to get up and put their jackets on whilst I stood there having got hold of my cane and was gently tapping my hand with it. I ordered them back to their classrooms and they were very, very relieved to have got off so lightly.
The next day there was a tap on my door and I was presented with another rubber plant very similar to my other one and it was accompanied by a small card which read: A new record for Sir – and it was signed by ten scrawled signatures.
Ah I do like my boys.....