Bryan 2
Part 2. Bryan is now 14 years old and in his second year at Te Awamutu College, in the fourth form. He still has his two best friends Willie and Sel.
Chapter 1
Summertime, it was hot, and with the sun beaming down Bryan, Willie and Sel were talking about school which would start at the beginning of February. "Hey, did you hear about the change of uniform for summer this year?" said Sel.
"Yeah, gray cotton drill shorts instead of flannel with short sleeve cotton shirts instead of long sleeves rolled above the elbow," replied Willie.
Bryan didn't say much as he was wondering if a caning would hurt much more on thin shorts. By the end of the previous year he had had the cane several times although he had made it a point to stay away from getting an other dose from Jack Cronin. He wasn't scared about getting the cane now as he believed that he could take a whacking without making a fuss in front of other people.
They were into the third week of the school year when trouble struck the three friends. Lunch time and they had gone to look at the rifle range at the edge of the college grounds which was strictly out of bounds unless you were on the school's shooting team, which none of them were. Jack North, the coach of the team and also their teacher for maths this year saw them and told them to report to his room. The three made their way slowly to the Maths room and waited outside for Jack North to show up. He kept them waiting for twenty minutes.
"Right you three, inside, last one to shut the door after you."
The three followed him into the room. North went over to a cupboard opened it and got out a cane and flexed it several times then swished it through the air.
"You three know that the rifle range is out of bounds so there are no excuses. All three are going to get three each. I want each one in turn to come over here and bend over touching your toes in turn." He gestured to Sel, "You're first."
Sel walked to the place and bent over. You could see his underpants outlined against the thin material of the cotton drill shorts. The first stroke caught him in the middle of the target area. The second followed ten seconds later and landed just below the first and the third landed below that on his thighs, below where he was covered by his underpants. Sel stood up and walked back towards Willie and Bryan frantically rubbing his behind.
"Baldwin you're next."
Willie went to the indicated spot and bent over.
"Down further, I want those pants really tight," North told Willie.
Willie went further down until his behind which was chubbier than Sels, really showed. Again his underpants were outlined and as before the strokes landed in the same fashion each ten seconds apart and the last a real scorcher landed on Willie's thighs again below the line of his underpants. Willie let out a yell, "Ouch Oww."
"Johns you're last," said North not even waiting for Willie to straighten up after that last devastating hit.
Bryan made his way reluctantly to the spot passing Willie on his way back. Willie was not a pleasant sight with a bright red face and tears glistening in his eyes. Bryan got to the place where his friends had been dealt with and bent over going right down his fingers touching his toes. He waited. He heard the swish felt the crack across his bum and thought for a part of a second that it was not too bad. Then the pain built up in waves and just as it reached a peak the second stroke landed. Bryan could feel his backside move.
"Stay still unless you want more."
Bryan waited for the last stroke knowing it would land hard and when it landed his behind moved again even though Bryan was willing it to be still.
"I warned you Johns, stay down you're getting an extra one for moving."
Again Bryan waited for what seemed an eternity, then it landed right on the crease where thighs meets buttocks. Bryan slowly stood up. He hadn't yelled nor had he cried.
"Right boys dismissed, and don't let me catch you down at the range again."
The friends made their way to the toilets to compare marks. There were ten minutes to the afternoon school bell and the three hoped that there would be no one else in the toilets. However that was not to be so they arranged to meet at Sel's home after school.
At Sel's home the three got some biscuits and juice and then went upstairs to Sel's bedroom where each in turn showed off his marks. Bryan's last cut really stood out right on the crease line, it looked as though it was just about ready to bleed. Willie, because of his fatter behind showed the least of the damage although he had cried out on the last stroke.
Sel had already started to bruise and he said, "It is really tender to touch. It wasn't too bad, my Dad has given me worse."
Bryan had earlier thought that his bum was on fire, but it had now cooled down said, "Bloody North, he gave me an extra one for moving, but I didn't really move. It wasn't as though I moved away from the cane was it?"
Sel said, "He's a bastard, don't worry about him." Lets compare _c_o_c_k_s to see if they have grown much. We haven't done that since we were twelve."
That wasn't strictly true because Sel and Bryan had had a couple of "jack off" races over the summer holidays while Willie had been away with his parents.
Since all three had their shorts and underpants around their knees it was and easy to compare. Bryan and Willie had about the same size about six and a half inches while Sel was little smaller at six inches. They rather sheepishly pulled up their pants and left the room because Mrs. Richards was due home soon and last time they had been caught in Sel's room doing things (smoking) they shouldn't have been doing all three had got a good hiding from their parents.
Bryan went home and did his chores that he had to do and then started on his homework. When no one was around he went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror at the cane marks on his bum, while playing with his _c_o_c_k_, which as usual seemed to be up around his belly button. In the bright light in the bathroom, the last hit looked the worse. It was already deep purple and really tender to touch. He went back to his room and threw himself on the bed and started to really work his _c_o_c_k_ until he came with heaving spurts into a hand towel that he had grabbed in the bathroom.
After dinner he told his parents that he was going to visit Sel.
His Mum said, "Even though there is no school tomorrow I want you home by 8.30, okay?"
"Yeah Mum," said Bryan going outside for his bike.
Bryan got to Sels home just as Sel's parents were going out. Bryan went inside and into Sel's room where Sel was finishing off his homework. Bryan had already done his.
"I've done my homework and I've got to be home by 8.30 or else."
"What do you want to do? Mum and Dad are out till 9, they are visiting my cousin who has just had a baby."
"I'm not fussy, how's your bum?"
"Still bloody tender, I told Dad that I'd been caned at school for going out of bounds and he said that if I'd been at his old school I would've been eating my tea standing. Hey, I read somewhere that if you rub cold cream on it will take away the hurt. Shall we try it?"
"Okay."
Sel left the room and returned in a minute with a jar of his mothers cold cream. "Drop your pants and bend over the end of the bed."
Bryan did as asked and then felt Sel's fingers rubbing over his nether cheeks. His bum started to feel cooler. After Sel had finished Bryan stood up and looked in the big mirror out in the passage opposite Sel's room. The marks were just as angry looking but he felt quite comfortable.
"Okay Sel, your turn, drop them and bend over." Sel did as asked and Bryan rubbed the cream over Sels bum. Sel could feel his _c_o_c_k_ growing hard. "Hey I'm getting a hard on. Do you want to do it?"
The two had talked about bum screwing, but apart from a couple of jacking off races had done nothing but talk up till now. Bryan reached around Sel's waist and felt his friends _c_o_c_k_ which was hard. Bryan's own _c_o_c_k_ was suddenly straining as well.
"No, we can have a "jack off though, if you want????"
The friends each grabbed an other dollop of cold cream and smeared it over their straining tools.
"Instead of racing, lets see you can go the longest," suggested Sel.
They started to ease their right palms over their rigid _c_o_c_k_s very gently and slowly. After a minute Sel started gasping and he was bright red in the face as he shot his load onto the carpet. Bryan looking at his friend felt as though he was going to burst and made a dash for the toilet and grabbed a wad of toilet paper just as he shot his load. Some of it went on the floor, but as the floor was tiles it was easily wiped up. He went back to Sel's room.
Sel was on the floor frantically wiping his spunk off the carpet. "I'll get a hell of a hiding if mum or dad see this."
Bryan gave Sel a wad of toilet paper
Sel said, "It's quarter to nine my parents will be home soon."
"Holy _s_h_i_t_, I'll be in trouble cause I was supposed to be home by 8.30." Bryan got dressed in a hurry and rushed home. He was in luck because his Mum was watching TV and his Dad was having a shower before going to work. Bryan snuck into the house and into his room and changed into his PJs before going into the lounge.
"Dad's in the shower so I'll have mine in the morning, goodnight Mum."
"Okay Bryan, don't forget to put out your PJs and school uniform so I can put them in the wash in the morning. Goodnight."
Bryan went back up the passage to his room and climbed into bed thinking that he was one lucky fellow. Even though he had shot his load already twice that day, as he lay in bed thinking about what had happened, the caning, the showing off of marks, the jack off at home, the jack off at Sel's home, he could feel his _c_o_c_k_ growing again. He started to wonder if he was abnormal because these days he always seemed to be playing with his old John Thomas as his father called it. He looked across the room to his young brother, Tom, who luckily was already asleep when Bryan had sneaked into the house. Tom was breathing deeply and evenly. Bryan grabbed his _c_o_c_k_ and started to rub it gently through the front of his PJs. He rolled over onto his stomach and gently humped against his pillow keeping the hand towel handy to catch the load. With his free hand he reached down to his bum where he could feel the cane lines still faintly raised against the smooth skin of his bum.
Bryan could feel the pressure building up and he slowed down to make the moment last longer. Just then the door opened and his father looked in.
"Good to see you home on time and in bed son."
Bryan trying to control his breathing said, "To be honest Dad, I was a few minutes later than Mum said, but she didn't say anything."
"Now that is being honest and that is good, but don't make a habit of being late because your sins have a way of being caught out, goodnight Bryan."
"Good Night Dad."
The door shut. Bryan was thinking, God I was lucky Dad didn't come in a few seconds later. With his _c_o_c_k_ still making it's presence known Bryan started to rub it again. He had just 'jacked it' a couple of times when he came again, this time though it felt good the pleasure was not so intense.
In the 2nd and 3rd terms Bryan was caned at least twice a term, each time 2 or 3 strokes.
Chapter 2
Bryan is now 15 years old in the fifth form and in the later half of the year going for School Certificate at the end of the year.
It was the second week of the third term. Bryan had been working hard at school and was quite confident about the results of the coming School Cert exams. School Certificate was marked to a national level by markers that lived in other towns and cities with the results going to Wellington to be collated and then sent out to the students in late January the following year. If a student passed, then they could progress to the 6th form if not they had to repeat their 5th form year. Bryan's uncle, Peter Brownlees was a lawyer in Auckland, the largest city in NZ. He had told Bryan's parents that if Bryan passed with good marks he could go to St Matts with his two cousins the following year. Uncle Peter would pay the fees.
So Bryan was studying hard. He did not want to leave Te Awamutu and his friends, but job prospects were a bit dim unless you wanted to be a farmer or a mechanic. Bryan didn't want to follow his father into the Dairy Factory..........
In the previous school holidays in August Bryan had gone to stay with his relatives in Auckland. It was a large house of two stories in half an acre of lawn and gardens. Uncle Peter was his mothers elder brother and had inherited the family firm from the grandparents. Bryan's mother was a bit of a rebel and had married Bryan's dad in a fit of spite after fighting with her parents just after she had turned 21 years old half way through university. She had been cut off from the family and now both of her parents were dead, her brother Peter had mended the bridge between them and was offering help.
Bryan liked his Auntie Kathleen, but at first he thought that Benjamin at 16 years and Robert at 14 years old were stuck up snobs. As he got to know them over the week he grew to like them and on the Thursday they had gone to the local movies to a matinee session and got in a fight with some friends. The manager of the theatre was a client of Uncle Peter and he knew the boys well. He was disgusted with their behaviour and ordered them out of the movies and told them he would telephone their father that evening.
"Hell, Dad will skin us tonight," said Ben as they got off the bus on their way home.
"Last time we got into trouble he told us we would get it bare next time," replied Robert.
"What do you mean?" asked Bryan.
"Dad will cane us on the bare bum, I'll probably get 8 because I'm 16 while Robert will get 5 or 6 depending on how angry Dad is," said Ben, as they continued walking up the road towards their home."
"Does Uncle use the cane?"
"Yes, he was a prefect at 'Kings' when they allowed prefects to cane. He makes a better job on my bum than some of the teachers at St Matts."
When they got home and got inside the boys Mother said, "Right you three upstairs until your Father and Bryan's Uncle gets home. Mr. Wright, the theatre Manager has already phoned here and I have informed your Father. Bryan, I've phoned your Mother and told her what has happened and when she asked how we would deal with Benjamin and Robert told me that we could deal with you in the same way."
The boys climbed the stairs and waited in Ben's bedroom together talking in quiet voices.
It was just after 5.30pm when they were called down stairs to the study.
Uncle Peter said, "Bryan, even though you are our guest your parents have asked your Auntie and I to look after you. You repay our kindness by acting like a hooligan. Benjamin and Robert know the consequences of their escapade this afternoon and shall be dealt with. You did not know, but you still should not have been involved in a fight in side the theatre where you disturbed all the other patrons. What have you got to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry Uncle Peter, but I thought that I'd better support Ben and Robert when the other boys started to fight with them, and there was more of them than us."
"That's all very well, but you still should not have fought inside. If you must fight you could have arranged to fight outside surely. Do you think that what you have done deserves some punishment?"
"Yes, I suppose so. What will I get?
Benjamin will receive 10 strokes of the cane on his bared buttocks, Robert will receive 6 strokes. You will get 6 strokes on your underpants because you did not know all the rules of the house, but you should have been more sensible. Right, Benjamin you're first."
Ben walked towards his father and as he got near the desk in the centre of the room he turned and started to bend over so that his behind was in line with the front of the desk.
"I said you were to get ten on the bare, so take down your jeans and underpants," said Uncle Peter to Ben.
Ben stood up and undid his belt, unzipped and pushed his jeans down to his knees and then pushed his jockeys down on top of them and bent over with his hands on the seat of a chair that Auntie Kath had put alongside the desk. Uncle Peter went to a cupboard and got out the cane which he flexed and then swished through the air a couple of times. He then moved to the left of Ben and a little behind him and raised the cane.
There was a swish followed by a thwack as the cane struck the bared buttocks. Bryan could not see very well as Ben was side on to him. He could see the end of the cane wrap around the side of Ben's bum, but could not actually see the damage being inflicted. Four strokes had landed and Ben was starting to breath heavily. Bryan could see the red marks where the tip of the cane was digging into the side of Ben's buttocks. Five strokes had fallen and Ben was now gasping as each stroke landed. . Ben yelled, "Oww Ouch," as the sixth landed. Then two more fell, each at about 15 second intervals and Ben cried out as each strike met its target. As the last two were delivered Uncle Peter seemed to put a bit more effort into the stroke and the cane whistled through the air and landed with a resounding thwack. Bryan could see tears flowing from his cousins eyes and as the last stroke fell Ben lurched forward on the chair and just about fell off. Again he cried out.
Giving Ben a couple of gentle pats on the shoulder with his hand, "Right you're done, get up make yourself decent and wait over there with Bryan. Robert it is you're turn. You know the drill."
Robert walked over to the desk as he walked he undid his belt, as he reached the chair he pushed down his jeans then his underpants to his knees and bent over keeping his legs together.
Again the cane swished through the air and landed with a thwick on the smaller bared target area. Apart from moving slightly no sound came from Robert. A shriller swish followed by a meatier thwack and Robert gasped. The third landed and seemed to wrap around the side Roberts right buttock and again Robert moved and gasped, this time a little louder.
The last three seemed to Bryan to be delivered quickly, but really were at the same speed as the others. Robert gasped as strokes four and five were delivered and cried, "Ouch" for the last one which like Ben's last stroke seemed to Bryan to be laid on harder than the previous strokes. Again Uncle Peter patted the bending Robert on the shoulder and said, "Well taken son."
Bryan could feel his stomach trembling and his palms were moist.
Uncle Peter said, " Well Bryan its your turn to pay the piper, and you've seen Benjamin and Robert pay their share of the bill."
Bryan walked over to the desk and dropped his jeans to his knees and bent over placing his hands on the chair the same as he had seen Ben and Robert, and waited. He heard the familiar swish followed by the whack and then the burning pain. Hell it hurt he thought. I don't want to cry in front of Ben and Robert, but at least let me be as brave as Robert. The second and then the third landed. Bryan thought that the caning was as bad as the one he had got from Jack Cronin when he was in the third form, so he hoped he would get through it without making a scene. The fourth stroke landed right on the crease between buttocks and thighs just above the leg line on his jockeys. He let out a gasp.
Uncle Peter said, "I'm getting through am I. I was starting to think that you had a cast iron behind."
The fifth stroke whistled down landing with a resounding whack!!!!!! Bryan just about leapt in the air, caught himself in time and waited for the sixth. It came and landed diagonally across the other five weals igniting the pain freshly and causing Bryan to gasp again.
"Well taken Bryan, remember no more hooliganism and keep out of trouble. Okay boys go to your rooms until you are called for dinner."
The three boys went upstairs slowly rubbing their behinds as they went. They all congregated in Ben's room and examined each others marks. Ben and Robert's weals were very red and in Bens case there was a glisten of blood starting to weep through where a couple of the weals had crossed. Bryan was not so bad because he had been allowed to wear his underpants, but the weal on the crease between bum and his legs was pretty awful and hurt like hell.
"Hey have you guys got any cold cream up here?" asked Bryan.
"What for," replied Ben.
"Well it takes the sting away and you wont bruise so easily," said Bryan.
"Robert nip into the bathroom and grab some of Mum's stuff," said Ben
When Robert came back they each rubbed cold cream on each others bums. They had just finished when they were called for dinner.
On Sunday just before Bryan was going to the station to catch the train home Uncle Peter had told him that he was sorry he had had to cane him, but he was welcome back next year and he (Uncle Peter) would pay the fees at St Matthews. So Bryan was working hard at school and generally staying out of trouble.
In the second week of October on Friday, Bryan was entering the classroom of the 5th form Maths teacher when someone shoved him from behind.
"Bloody hell, watch what you're doing!!!," yelled Bryan as he stumbled into the classroom looking over his shoulder to see who had pushed him.
"Johns I will see you in my office before lunch," said the Maths teacher.
Bryan looked across to the front of the room and saw Jack Cronin glaring at him.
"Sir I was pushed."
"No excuses, there is no reason to use language like that specially when there is ladies about."
Bryan looked further into the room and saw some sixth form girls sitting down one side of the room. One of them was Debbie Wright a girl from his street, about six houses down the road. He knew that she was nearly 17.
"Right boys settle down, Mr White your regular teacher is away on a special course today so I'm standing in for him. There will be no nonsense or you will join Johns in my office before lunch. The young ladies are from my special study group going for a bursary examination and they do not need to be disturbed."
At the end of the period which was just before lunch everyone rushed outside to lunch. Bryan made his way slowly to Jack Cronin's office where he knew he would be having a very painful time shortly. He had been waiting about 5 minutes when Jack Cronin came along the corridor towards his office.
"Come inside Johns," he said as he opened the door. "This wont take long as you have no excuse."
"Sir, I know I am to be punished, but I have a mid term test this afternoon. Can I be punished after school?"
"No, you wont concentrate on your test as you will be worrying about what will happen after school so I think it is better to get it over now. Move over to the desk and face the window, and bend over touching your toes. You're going to get six." Mr Cronin went over to the cupboard and took out a cane. As far as Bryan could tell it wasn't the senior cane and Jack Cronin confirmed this. "I was going to give you six with the senior cane, but because of your test I'll give you six with this one, but you will still feel it."
The first stroke whistled down and landed with a loud whack!! Bryan stayed quiet. The second landed about 10 seconds later a little below the first again Bryan didn't move or make a sound. About 15 seconds later the third whistled down and landed right on the crease. Bryan couldn't help wincing a little. Jack was hitting a lot harder than Uncle Peter had during the holidays. He was feeling it even through his shorts and hoped that he would be able to take the next three. The fourth whistled down and landed Bryan let out a gasp. It felt as though it had landed on top of a weal. Only two to go. The fifth landed with a loud whack, Bryan braced himself, wondering if it would be a cross stroke. It wasn't, it landed right on the crease again and it really hurt. _s_h_i_t_ it hurt. Bryan nearly straightened up muttering "Jesus".
"What did you say?"
"Nnnothing Sir," the still bent over Bryan said.
"Stand up and get out"
Bryan left the office and went out into the corridor and went to collect his lunch, his bum on fire. He was just about at his locker when Debbie Wright came along and said to him.
"Hey Bryan, can I see you after school?"
"What for?"
"Well I thought that we could walk home together. I guess you wont feel much like sitting on your bike to go home," she replied with a smile.
"Ok, can you help with a math problem I cant solve?"
"Yes, I'm top of the 7th in maths so I should be able to help. I'll see you at the gate at 3.35 ok?"
"Ok" Bryan wondered what was behind Debbies sudden interest in him but was glad that that she was going to help him solve his math problem. He really wanted to do well in the School Certificate examinations at the end of the year.
The afternoon seemed to drag on. Sel and Willie had asked Bryan what had happened just before the first period after lunch, Bryan had told them. He also told them that Debbie Wright was going to help him with some math problems after school. Sel looked a little downcast at that.
"We hardly see anything of you now, specially since the August holidays after you went to your rellies in Auckland."
"I'm studying hard for School Cert and I miss our times together too, but if I work hard I'll pass the exam and be able to go to St Matts. I will really miss you guys and I hope we will stay friends, but I have decided I want to be something in the world, not a farmer or a mechanic or something."
"Will you come around later this afternoon or tonight?" asked Sel.
"It depends on what happens this afternoon, I've still got my set homework and I want to swot some history for the mid term on Monday."
The three of them went into class for their mid term geography test.
Chapter 3
The last bell of the day had rung and Bryan made his way to his locker chatting with his friends and classmates. He waited for a bit to let them leave a little ahead of him and then made his way to the bike sheds walking his bike to the gate where Debbie was waiting for him. They walked to Debbie's home talking about school, about math problems with Debbie giving Bryan advice on some short cuts he could take.
Just before they reached Debbie's home she said, "Will your mum worry if you are a little late home?"
"Not on Friday, as I usually muck about at Sel's or Willie's place. As long as I'm home in time for dinner at 6 because Dad has got to go to work at 9pm and he likes to catch an other couple of hours of sleep if he can before going to work."
They went into Debbie's home. On the table in the dinning nook there was a note for Debbie from her mother asking Debbie to get dinner ready as she had to go to visit a sick relative in Hamilton 45 minutes away from Te Awamutu. The house was nearly the same design as Bryan's parent's home, differing paint scheme and furnishings the only real difference. They settled down at the table and worked on math problems for half an hour. Debbie showed Bryan how to work out problems he had been having trouble with since the middle of the previous term. Suddenly things started coming together and Bryan realized where he had been making mistakes.
"Debbie, you should be a teacher. You've made this so easy to understand."
"Well I'd like to be, but my mother wants me to go into an office and stay here in Te Awamutu."
Bryan told Debbie about going to Auckland next year, staying with his relatives and going to St. Matthews as a day boy with his cousins.
"What happened to you today when you went to see Jack Cronin?"
"I got six."
"Did it hurt?"
"Yeah, it's still rather tender. He's got quite a strong arm."
"I don't have a brother and I've often wondered what it would be like, can I see the damage?"
"What!! What do you mean?"
"I'd like to see your bum, just your bum mind, to see what it looks like after getting the cane."
Bryan could feel his _c_o_c_k_ starting to strain against the front of his pants. "If I show mine, can I see yours?"
Debbie seemed to be thinking for a moment, "Okay."
Bryan stood up and turned from Debbie and slowly started to undo his belt he let the top button of his pants go and let the zip down just a little. Careful to shield his rearing _c_o_c_k_ he lowered the rear of his shorts to just below his cheeks. Then he pealed down the back of his underpants, and looked over his shoulder at Debbie.
She was staring at his bum her cheeks going pink.
"Does it still hurt?"
Yeah, quite a bit. Now it's my turn lets see your bum."