I was sixteen when I went on a Five Day Residential Field Studies Trip to the Lake District (North-West England for readers outside the U. K). A party of twenty 15 and 16 year-old schoolboys and two school-masters from my school, together with a similar party from another school, stayed at Keswick Youth Hostel. It was February 1984. There was snow and ice on the ground and the average temperature was below freezing point outdoors and only marginally warmer indoors, particularly as the central heating went off between 00.00 and 06.00hrs.
At the hostel, we [the boys] were divided into groups of ten five from each school under the leadership of a master from either school, who was responsible for each groups welfare (including discipline) for the duration of our stay. Each night, one of the group leaders school-masters took it in turns to be on-call in case any boy needed anything during the night. "Lights Out" was at 22.00hrs, one hour earlier than for the other hostel-users, following which silence was expected to be maintained until 07.00hrs the following morning, to allow everyone to sleep undisturbed by others.
On our second night there, my best school-friend Andy (who was sleeping in the bunk bed below me) got up to go to the loo at 01.30hrs. Whilst he was away, "Snagger" Turnbull (a boy from the other school who was sleeping opposite us) got up and deliberately pissed in Andys bed warning me, as he did so, not to say anything or the fisting he gave me the previous evening would be nothing in comparison to what he would give me if I did.
On Andys return, he discovered his bed was soaked in urine and duly notified Mr Hurst (the school-master on-duty and, as it happens, Turnbulls History teacher). Boy, was he furious! By 23.00hrs, Mr Hurst had already warned all boys in all four dormitories to "settle down and go to sleep" twice, adding that he would check on us again at midnight by which time any boy still awake would be made to sleep standing stark bollock naked in the corridor whilst after that if he heard or saw any boy before 07.00hrs without his permission the boy concerned would also be made to sleep standing stark bollock naked in the corridor for the duration of the night. Consequently, by 00.00hrs, when Mr Hurst did his last check on us before going to bed himself, everyone pretended to be asleep.
"Youre supposed to be asleep. Didnt you go to the loo before you went to bed", I overheard Mr Hurst whisper angrily to Andy as they approached Andys bed, guided by the light of Mr Hursts torch.
"Yes Sir" replied Andy softly, "it must have been all the Coke I had to drink after dinner".
"Not a good idea" replied Mr Hurst impatiently, "apart from rotting your teeth, it contains a Hell of a lot of caffeine which will either keep you awake or make you want to pee all night! You dont wet the bed at home usually do you"?
"No Sir. I cant understand it .... my boxer shorts are dry", answered Andy.
"I hope you werent wearing those in bed either. I made it quite clear at the beginning of the week when I took charge of your group that I expected you all to sleep naked. Your _c_o_c_k_-and-balls need time-and-space like the rest of your body to breathe and develop properly, and are usually a degree or two cooler than the rest of your body for that very reason; if you start wearing underwear in bed it will only raise the temperature of your tackle until it matches the rest of your body and stump your physical development", Mr Hurst continued.
"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah; weve heard all that crap before" I thought to myself recalling that, after his inaugural lecture to our group as to why he expected us to sleep naked, one boy from his school cynically remarked "more like you cant masturbate us in our sleep" to a sharp rebuke from Mr Hurst. The man appeared to have no sense of humour at all. One could only thank God he usually taught at the other school and not at mine.
"I always sleep in my underwear" Andy protested.
"Not when youre under my authority boy. Take them off" Mr Hurst ordered. Andy hesitated. "I said take them off" Mr Hurst repeated angrily.
Andy reluctantly pulled down his boxer shorts and stepped out of them. I pretended to be asleep as they reached Andys bed but I couldnt resist peeping at Andy; he had the body of a god and the opportunity to glance at his _c_o_c_k_ and his arse other than in the communal showers at school after P. E. or in the youth hostel first thing in the morning was too good an opportunity to be missed!
"Thank you" Mr Hurst snapped taking Andys boxer shorts from him as Andy picked them up off the floor. "Hideous garments these if you ask me; cotton white Y-fronts are much more suitable for growing boys as they are better for cradling a boys buttocks; these abominable things remind one of saggy-bottomed jeans" Mr Hurst continued as he examined them. "They seem dry enough though, but if you were defying my orders by wearing them in bed why arent they wet as well", he asked.
"Thats what I cant understand Sir" Andy replied.
Mr Hurst pulled back Andys top sheet and blankets to examine the bottom sheet of his bed. It was soaked in urine. "What you probably mean is that these are not the pair you were wearing. I rather suspect you took your wet pair off and have conveniently flushed them down the loo after wetting the bed before coming to find me in a clean pair".
"No Sir, my bed was dry Sir .... I got up to go to the loo; honestly Sir", Andy protested.
"Well, its not very dry now, is it boy", Mr Hurst snapped. "You obviously cant sleep there tonight! Youre going to be very popular with the other boys as Im going to have to turn the light on so you can strip your bed to allow your mattress to air, and then young man you are going to sleep in your birthday suit out in the corridor as part of your punishment for both keeping your boxer shorts in bed and then pissing the bed, let alone lying to me"!
"Please Sir, not in the corridor Sir; its cold out there and somebody might see me" Andy protested, conscious that there were other people (both male and female) using the Youth Hostel and not just our party.
"You should have thought about that before wetting the bed", Mr Hurst replied. "You can let the [Hostel] Warden know what youve done in the morning and ask him how much it will be to launder or replace the mattress". He walked over to the light-switch near the dormitory door and switched on the ceiling lights.
The other boys in the dormitory other than me and Turnbull who were already awake and quietly watching and listening to Mr Hursts and Andys conversation stirred from their sleep to see what on earth was going on. "Im sorry to disturb you boys. Young Andrew here has decided to wet the bed so he will be sleeping in the corridor rather than with you all tonight once hes stripped his bed", Mr Hurst explained. There were one or two jeers from boys elsewhere in the dormitory. "That will do; now settle down or you will join him" Mr Hurst warned.
Under the watchful eye of all the other boys Andy stripped his bed of soiled bed-linen. "Fold your soiled sheets and blankets up as it will make it easier for you to carry them down to the Utility Room" Mr Hurst ordered, "hopefully it will be open; if not, you will have to leave them here and stink the dorm out with the aroma of stale urine". Andy obeyed. "Now stand your mattress over there" Mr Hurst ordered pointing to the far wall with the radiator, "soiled side towards the radiator; the heating wont come on again until six but, at least, it will get three or four hours of warm air to help it dry out before it goes off again at ten when everyone is expected to vacate the hostel for the day. With a bit of luck it will either be dry by tomorrow night or the Warden will be able to find you another mattress in the morning or you will be sleeping in the corridor tomorrow night as well", he told Andy.
Andy placed his mattress against the radiator as he was instructed and returned to his bed. Another boy wolf-whistled as he passed his bed. "I said that will do" Mr Hurst snapped angrily.
"Now pick up your soiled things and follow me" Mr Hurst ordered. Andy picked up the two soiled sheets and three blankets he had folded up: all were quite damp, I guess, as after urinating inside Andys bed Turnbull had pulled Andys top sheet and blankets back over the bottom sheet to make it appear to Andy nothing had changed since he left it to go to the loo. "Turnbull" called Mr Hurst.
"Yes Sir" replied Turnbull.
"Im leaving you in charge of this rabble for five minutes. I dont expect to hear a pin drop when were gone or both you and the miscreants concerned will be soundly caned; understood"?!
"Yes Sir" answered Turnbull.
"Well be back in a few minutes. Leave the lights on for now as I would like a word with you all when I get back", Mr Hurst instructed. "Very well Little Boy" he added, turning to Andy, "pick up your bedding and follow me".
Andy picked up his bedding. "Could I put my boxer shorts back on to go the utility room in case anyone else sees me Sir", he asked nervously.
"No" replied Mr Hurst sternly, "you might as well get used to the possibility of being seen in your birthday suit, given that youre going to sleep in it in the corridor when we get back, not that theres much to see anyway is there other than your arse and your _c_o_c_k_ and I dare say most of the women in here have seen and probably had more than their fair share of _c_o_c_k_s and theres no need to feel embarrassed among your own _s_e_x_, is there"?!
I glanced across at Turnbull who was smirking remorselessly. Spotting me looking at him he briefly perused his lips as if he was going to kiss someone. I didnt know whether he was sarcastically making affectionate gestures at me or Andy. "_f_u_c_k_ing Bastard", I thought to myself.
With that, Mr Hurst (dressed in his dressing gown, pyjamas and slippers) left, followed by Andy (stark bollock naked), carrying his soiled bedding, with his _c_o_c_k_-and-balls fully visible for all to see. Andy, six months younger than me, barely looked over thirteen; he had only just started to shave and his body was virtually hairless apart from a small bush of pubic hair around his semi-erect _c_o_c_k_: boy, was he awesome! My own _c_o_c_k_ became hard just looking at him.
Approximately ten minutes later they returned. Inside the dormitory Mr Hurst clapped his hands sharply a couple of times to re-awake anyone who might have fallen asleep to command the attention of all present. "Whilst you are all awake, thanks to our little friend here" he said twisting Andys left earlobe, "may I remind you that whilst you are under my authority you are to sleep naked; that means no personal clothing whatsoever must be worn in bed: no pyjamas if youre soft enough to wear them normally, no socks, no underwear, nothing, unless I tell you to the contrary! Those of you who are intent on defying my orders will be punished. Now I want you all to watch carefully and pay attention as Im going to punish Young Andrew here for keeping his boxer shorts on in bed despite my telling you when we arrived that you are to sleep naked and then, for the arguably more serious offence of wetting the bed, before you all go back to sleep, each of you in bed and Young Andrew here out in the corridor, until seven oclock in the morning. If I hear or see any of you before then at your intuition not mine you will be in serious trouble; understood"?
"Yes Sir" all ten boys replied sleepily.
Andys teeth started to chatter and he began to shiver with the cold. Anxious to keep warm he began rubbing his shoulders. Unmoved by his plight, Mr Hurst angrily twisted Andys earlobe. "Stop chattering your teeth boy and place your hands behind your head and elbows back behind your shoulders" he ordered. Andy did so; his _c_o_c_k_ jumped to attention. "Lose it boy" Mr Hurst snapped glancing down at Andys erect member. Andy moved his right hand towards his _c_o_c_k_ causing his left elbow to slip forwards but, even before he was able to touch his tool, Mr Hurst snapped at him "I said lose your erection not touch it, now get your hands back behind your head and elbows back behind your shoulders you insolent little sod or I will double your punishment"! Andy replaced his right hand back behind his head and pulled his elbows back behind his shoulders and tried hard to keep his teeth from chattering. "Now stay just as you are boy" Mr Hurst told him, "and the rest of you keep your eyes on him whilst I fetch something from my room. I have just the cure for naughty boys. And no talking whilst Im gone anyone unless you want to join our friend here"! Andy blushed with embarrassment.
With that, Mr Hurst left the dormitory. All eyes fixed themselves on Andy as one wondered what, on earth, was going to happen next. Mr Hurst returned a couple of minutes later with a metre-long cane and a carrier bag. Spotting the cane Andy began to tremble with fear; at our school only the Headmaster (or, in his absence or incapacity, the Deputy Head used the cane, and then as a last resort prior to expelling a boy for serious misbehaviour).
"Okay Young Andrew" Mr Hurst said sternly as he turfed some clothes off a nearby armless chair, removed his dressing gown and sat down on the chair. "Over my knee boy" he ordered.
Andy hesitated for only a moment before Mr Hurst pulled him towards him. "I said over my knee boy; when I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it; now shift your arse"! Andy bent over Mr Hursts knee. "Further over boy" Mr Hurst ordered as he rearranged Andys position so his head almost touched the floor and his left arm was sandwiched between him and Mr Hurst with his _c_o_c_k_ suspended between Mr Hursts thighs for everyone to see.
"Pass me a sock from those things on the floor Turnbull, theres a good chap" Mr Hurst ordered, "We dont want Young Andrew here disturbing the rest of the hostel as I spank him do we"?!
Without actually getting out of bed, Turnbull leaned out of bed taking care to pull his bedding up round his waist to prevent Mr Hurst noticing that he too was wearing underwear in bed and passed Mr Hurst a sock from the pile of clothing belonging to a third boy which Mr Hurst had tossed onto the floor before sitting back in bed.
"Thank you Turnbull" Mr Hurst replied as he sniffed the worn sock. "Hmmph! Rather smelly isnt it? Whoever has cheesy feet I suggest you change your socks once or maybe even twice a day, not once a year; still they will do admirably for the purpose of muting our friend boy here"! Mr Hurst tied the sock round Andys mouth to muffle any crying before rolling up the sleeves of his pyjama jacket and held Andys right arm up his back to prevent him attempting to cover his butt. From where I was lying Andys lily-white arse looked more _f_u_c_k_able than ever! Using his right hand, Mr Hurst gently rubbed Andys backside for a few moments. "Nice, very nice" he commented, before reaching under Andy to feel Andys _c_o_c_k_. "Still no sign of you losing your erection I see boy, lets see if I can help you"!
Maintaining his grip on Andys right arm with his left hand, Mr Hurst let go of Andys _c_o_c_k_ and began slapping Andys arse fast and furiously with his right hand.
"You naughty naughty little boy! How dare you wet the bed! Five and six year-olds not fifteen and sixteen year-olds wet the bed unless they want their bottoms spanked; you naughty, naughty little boy" Mr Hurst snapped angrily, punctuating each word with a hard slap to Andys cute-looking arse! "And as for keeping your underwear on and lying to me about the soiled pair you have taken off and conveniently lost, you are a particularly insolent little bastard, what are you boy", he continued.
Andy muffled something inaudible through the sock. He was soon in tears and, through the sock, made muffled noises pleading with Mr Hurst to stop, but the more Andy cried the harder and faster Mr Hurst seemed to spank him. My _c_o_c_k_, already hard, began leaking pre-cum juices just watching as I rolled onto my front, imagining it was me as opposed to Andy over Mr Hursts knee and began rubbing my tool against the bottom sheet of my bed for light relief. I think I must have ejaculated before Andy as, not long after rolling onto my stomach, I shot a load of creamy boy-cum onto the bottom sheet of my bed whilst Mr Hurst continued to slap Andys arse and occasionally the back of Andys thighs with brute force in full view of everyone in the dormitory who cared to watch, pausing every three to four minutes either to gently rub Andys inflamed buttocks or either finger Andys butt-hole and reach underneath Andy to masturbate him.
"Stop whining boy; youre behaving like an old woman" Mr Hurst snapped at him angrily and impatiently as Andy squirmed each time Mr Hurst puckered his anus or roughly pumped his _c_o_c_k_. I rather suspected Mr Hurst was quietly enjoying spanking Andy not that I could blame him as I would too as, long before Mr Hursts _c_o_c_k_ jumped out of his pyjama bottom flies in-between verbally admonishing Andy, he glanced at the army of penetrating eyes on the faces of at least six other boys and smiled; Mr Hursts tool was equally as hard as mine or Andys although much larger. I am not an expert on _c_o_c_k_ sizes as I prefer to look at boys mens legs and tits to viewing the size of a boy mans _c_o_c_k_, but one couldnt help feeling Mr Hursts tool was the largest I had hitherto seen and, if ever he attempted to strategically place that somewhere, ones rectum would be torn apart not unlike the walls of the temple in Jerusalem at the time of Christs crucifixion!
After hand-spanking Andy for a good fifteen minutes according to the wall clock above the dormitory door Mr Hurst ordered Andy to "stand up". I was so mesmerised by the ferocity with which Mr Hurst slapped Andys arse and thoughts of guilt and shame as I wallowed in my own pile of spunk that I did not realise Andy himself had ejaculated, presumably over Mr Hursts knee, as his _c_o_c_k_ now appeared less stiff and was dripping spunk on the floor. Andys arse and face, the former once lily-white and the latter somewhat pallor with fear prior to his spanking, both now appeared as red as a ripe-tomato all-over: his butt from being repeatedly slapped and his baby face from the added humiliation of being chastised in front of one and all.
Andy frantically began rubbing his butt and jumping up-and-down to assuage the pain but Mr Hurst was having none of it as he too stood up and slapped Andy hard across his face. "Settle down boy I havent finished with you yet", he said sternly, "youll have plenty of opportunity to exercise and jump around later today, but for now you can bend over the back of the chair and spread your legs apart for eight strokes of the cane: six across your arse for wetting the bed and two more across the back of your thighs so everyone can see, from the marks on your legs when youre wearing shorts, just what a naughty little boy you have been! Now assume the position"!
Andy bent over the back of the chair and spread his legs hip-width apart. "Spread your legs further apart" Mr Hurst ordered, "We dont want to deprive your audience of a free view of your pussy do we"? Andy did so, exposing his _f_u_c_k_able butt-hole as he did so. "Nice and wide now" Mr Hurst ordered, ".... thats it"! Andys legs were now a good metre apart giving one a clear view of his _c_o_c_k_-and-balls which hung suspended between his legs and an even better view of his anus, now made all the more mouth-watering by looking so inflamed under the dim ceiling light; its beauty was as awesome as listening to recordings of the late Jacqueline du Pre passionately playing Elgars Cello Concerto.
Tears flowed from my eyes as I studied Andys rump and mentally substituted the words of Issac Watts hymn When I survey the wondrous cross with When I survey the wondrous arse! The pain Andy was to endure from the cane, although vastly less to that which Christ endured on the Cross at Calvary, filled me with an unfulfilled longing to belong to him and remorse for my own sins (not least ejaculating all-over my bottom sheet) in witnessing wood connect with human flesh. Seen in that light, the otherwise idolatrous relic of a crucifix in a Roman Catholic chapel becomes as potent to the redemption of the soul as the emblem of the Open Bible on an Orange Sash! As my semi-erect _c_o_c_k_ stiffened again in expectation of Andys suffering, ones thoughts turned to the words of Scripture: "He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon Him. And with His stripes we are healed": whose stripes one asked oneself, Christs or Andys?!
"Count them aloud boys" Mr Hurst mocked scornfully as he flexed the crooked cane with both hands, "or I may forget how many strokes I have given our young friend here and he may receive fewer or more strokes than I have prescribed"! He clasped his left hand on Andys left buttock and pulled the skin taut, further magnifying ones view of Andys anus. "Now lets see if between us we can make a marked impression on this bit of rump, majestic as it appears before us in all its splendour"!!!
Mr Hurst let go of Andys buttock and, holding the cane in his right hand, raised his right arm above his shoulder and swung the cane with full force across Andys naked buttocks. There was an almighty crack as the rattan struck Andys rump, swiftly followed by a muffled scream from Andy and an almost instantaneous stripe spanning both buttocks.
"One" called the boys in the dormitory, the most vocal being Turnbull.
"Quietly gentlemen; we dont want the rest of the hostel invading our shores like asylum-seekers to discover and take from us those riches which the Almighty, in His infinite wisdom, has bequeathed to us", Mr Hurst counselled. Mr Hursts words appeared to belong to a generation older than him and yet I found them strangely comforting, possibly even reassuring, that beneath the outward appearance of this callous thirty-something sadist, he appeared to have inherited a moral code from someone or somewhere, possibly as a youthful miscreant himself from an ageing chaplain or housemaster in a school not dissimilar to the Dickensian institution in which he now taught I thought. With my thoughts drifting aimlessly into the caning scenes of If and Tom Browns Schooldays the viciousness with which Mr Hurst caned Andy again was indifferent to me.
"Two" cried the boys in the dormitory as I was brought back to reality with a further sound of Andys muffled scream and the sight of a second stripe appearing across Andys buttocks, a centimetre or so neatly below the first.
Standing a couple of metres behind Andy, Mr Hurst stretched out his right arm and puckered Andys butt-hole with the tip of the cane as Andy attempted to stand-up no doubt to rub his blistered rear as the spiteful swine reminded him "Stay where you are or we will begin again from scratch"! Andys anus flinched as the tip of the cane penetrated his tight hole and, beneath his gag, he desperately pleaded for clemency.
A minute or so later, Mr Hurst struck Andys arse again, leaving a third stripe identical to the previous two with a similar gap between the previous two strokes below the second mark. This is no amateur caning I thought to myself, the accuracy with which Mr Hurst caned and yet the care he took to ensure to mark but not break Andys skin made him a professional; doubtless he had been caning boys from the moment I was conceived inside my mothers womb I thought to myself! "Nice pussy, very nice" Mr Hurst snarled as Andy regathered his composure, "remind me Turnbull of what Dr Arnold was purported to have said after Flashman claimed he was a sadistic bastard"!
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but a prick up my arse never hurt me", replied Turnbull.
"Correct Mr Turnbull Sir! Take good heed of those words boys" Mr Hurst snarled as he lightly tapped the underside of Andys scrotum with the cane, hard enough to turn Andys face pallor as if he was going to vomit, and which I suspected having previously been kneed in the balls in a fight with another boy earlier in my life he wanted to. "And as you do" Mr Hurst continued, "always remember amidst the idle chat of donating sperm to create babies for infertile couples, you too should donate some of your sperm to a friend in need and bank it in his rectum and only in his rectum not some God-forsaken sperm-bank for the _d_a_m_n_ed! If your friend is a true friend, he will repay you in-kind with interest. Therefore take good care to bank with those you know and not those you dont, whether it be money in a financial institution or your sperm in the rectum of a friend"!!!
With that, Mr Hurst struck Andy a fourth time harder than ever across his buttocks, so hard in fact that Andy almost fell over. "Steady" Mr Hurst cautioned, "Anyone would think youve been on the piss, instead of pissing your bed! Lets have those legs spread apart again to help you keep your balance and your arse a bit higher in the air so we can clearly see it under the light! Im sure you will agree boys that its times like this when one could do with a spot-light to enable us to enjoy this little spectacle of live theatre"! Andy readjusted his position as instructed. I detected from the tent in Mr Hursts pyjama trousers that he was enjoying himself again, almost as much if not more as I was watching and listening to his admonishments, even if Andy was not enjoying receiving the same! The wound from the fourth stroke, which appeared a centimetre or so below the third, looked so angry and yet so fragile one felt it would bleed were it to be touched.
"Didnt hear Andrew count that one Sir; can you give him the next one a bit harder so he speaks up a bit", scoffed Turnbull.
Mr Hurst smiled. "Turnbull my dear, this is a lesson to teach our good friend the importance of self-control not an episode of Grange Hill, entertaining though it may be for you to see one of your social inferiors being given the desserts we normally reserve for your peers", he replied sarcastically. Turnbull chuckled; one found it difficult to discern from this whether Turnbull himself had caned other boys or been caned himself. I concluded from the trust Mr Hurst appeared to have in Turnbull as seen when he left him in charge of the dormitory when taking Andy to the Utility Room and or collecting his cane, let alone his warm acknowledgement of Turnbulls homoerotic attribution to Dr Arnold that Turnbull had probably received, and given, more than his fair share of canings, although as one had never seen below his waist one was unsure.
By now, of course, Andy was sobbing uncontrollably through the gag which remained tied round his mouth. Unless he was previously dehydrated from perspiring profusely during his spanking I suspected that the saliva in Andys mouth had unleashed the dehydrated perspiration inside the sock and that too was swilling round inside his mouth, causing him to feel and look ill. Mr Hurst looked at the second-hand on the wall clock and, in an act of satirical mercy, waited for a second minute to pass before caning Andy a fifth time, not as hard as the fourth but still hard enough to leave a clearly-defined stripe below the fourth.
"Five" called the boys, other than me and Turnbull. I felt too ashamed and yet too how can one put it moved to _f_u_c_k_ Andy to join the chorus of adolescent voyeurs around me, whilst Turnbull was clearly in a class of his own. He glanced across at me and smiled knowingly. The sixth sense which surpasses all homo_s_e_x_ual feelings between one male and another told him, without my having to say or do anything, that I fancied Andy as he did, and as Mr Hurst clearly did. My indifferent response merely confirmed his suspicions causing him to pursue his lips a second time and camply turn his head sideways in a manner befitting an offended queer when I still abstained from doing or saying anything which might suggest I was interested, offended or otherwise.
"Jesus said Suffer the little children to come unto me for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven. I say unto you Suffer the little bitch to either piss his bed or cum over me for his is the rod of correction", Mr Hurst added as he spat on his hand and rubbed at what appeared to be a spunk stain on his pyjama trousers, presumably from where Andy had ejaculated over him earlier as he laid across his knee.
"Oh Sweet Jesus, or do I call you Master" mocked Turnbull. The blatant blasphemy of Mr Hurst unnerved me. Coming as I do from a strict Presbyterian family, Mr Hursts irreverence for the Son of God appeared to me to be more offensive to God than my own closeted homo_s_e_x_uality, and as repugnant to all I was raised to believe as a Popish mass; it certainly seemed out-of-character with his earlier pronouncement concerning the "riches which the Almighty, in His infinite wisdom, has bequeathed to us"!
Would to God that the Minister of the church I attended or should one say was conscripted to attend with my parents each Sunday also viewed adolescent nude males as Divine "riches" bequeathed to us from upon high, as opposed to the corruption from the Devil in the thoughts of another teenage boy, I told myself! As Andy struggled to maintain his composure bent over the chair not a few metres away from me I thought of the fire-and-brimstow sermons against homo_s_e_x_uality which epitomised the Reverend George Nelson M. A., B. D., Dip. Ed!!! "Sodomy is, of course, rampant in the Church of Rome" he boomed from the pulpit one Sunday, "where the man-made law of celibacy for priests leads them subconsciously to perform all manner of unnatural and unscriptural acts with their altar boys, and those who teach in Christian Brothers schools to routinely abuse their charges as though it was a mandatory part of the school curriculum"! Perhaps I should disown my Presbyterian upbringing and become a Popish Priest or teach at a Christian Brothers School I told myself. I didnt know if my local Roman Catholic secondary school was run by the Christian Brothers but it had a fearsome reputation of being strict and one couldnt help noticing that all its Lower Schoolboys were required to wear short grey shorts as part of their uniform throughout the year. I wondered whether Mr Hurst had been taught by the Christian Brothers; he didnt look like the stereotypical Papist, but there again he didnt look like a Protestant, or anything else for that matter! I concluded he must have been an agnostic and probably the product of a mixed [Protestant and Roman Catholic] marriage, something which Reverend Nelson and my parents found as repugnant as homo_s_e_x_uality itself!
Turnbull again made a passing glance at me before singing, in an almost angelic voice, his own depraved version of Horatius Bonars hymn I heard the voice of Jesus say which went something like:-
"I heard the voice of Stevie say Over my knee now and rest! Lose your erection now boy Or receive six of the best! I bent over Stevie as I was, So weary, worn and sad; I found in him a resting-place, And he has made me glad.
"I heard the voice of Stevie say Behold I freely give My creamy man-spunk, thirsty one Kneel down and suck and live! I knelt next to Stevie and I sucked His stiff life-giving _c_o_c_k_; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived And now I live in him.
"I heard the voice of Stevie say Be sure to swallow it all; What you dont take down your throat Ill inject up your bum! I looked to Stevie, and I found In him something most nourishing Far better than the food prepared At school or home by Mum"!
One could have heard a pin drop as Turnbull sung: in the stillness of the night his voice amplified like an owl singing, yet for all the brashness of his speech he had the voice of an angel when he sang. I was overwhelmed both by the beauty of Turnbulls voice and thoughts of bewilderment at how, unlike Andy (who came from an agnostic family and was agnostic himself), Turnbull appeared to share my understanding, if not necessarily my personal belief in, the Reformed Faith. Nevertheless, it did not make me like Turnbull anymore for it; rather, it made me more resentful towards God that He should have instilled in this brat of a boy the understanding I tried so hard to impart to Andy in the naοve hope that Andy would attend church with me each Sunday and be my soul-mate in all activities inside and outside of school. For one moment I was tempted to tell Turnbull that his revised words of Bonars hymn surpassed my revised words of Watts hymn When I survey the wondrous cross as I looked at Andys arse, but I decided against it; Turnbulls singing could always be a carefully-laid snare I told myself to acknowledge my feelings to another and possibly lose Andy as a friend if he knew just how much I lusted after him. It didnt take one too long, particularly after overhearing one or two of the other school-masters address Mr Hurst as Steve, to put two and two together and conclude that the "Stevie" in Turnbulls ballad and Mr Hurst were one in the same person!
"Very nice Mr Turnbull" Mr Hurst said afterwards, "I had better keep my eye on you or some wicked old pervy priest will be conscripting you into joining the choir so he can put you over the altar table"!
"_f_u_c_k_ the Pope and the Virgin Mary" retorted Turnbull, "We are the People"!
It was then that I knew Turnbull was a Protestant, a nominal one at that, as his rather vulgar adage was often chanted by nominal Protestants in, and supporters of, my paternal grandfathers Orange Lodge. I should have known anyway as there was no way, on Gods earth, that my parents would have agreed to me going on a Joint-School trip if the other school had been a Roman Catholic school anyway. One was brought up to "be pleasant enough to Roman Catholics as, unfortunately, one has to work with them and there are many of them in high places where they ought not to be" to quote my paternal grandfather, "but never trust them, socialise outside of work with them, marry them and or allow your children to go to school with them"! Just as Roman Catholics attended exclusively Roman Catholic schools I attended almost-exclusively Protestant schools and never socialised with Roman Catholics outside of school! Twas a pity, I thought, as some of the boys at the local Roman Catholic secondary school I referred to earlier both those clad in grey shorts in the Lower School and those in the Upper School in their football kit had the most awesome legs! "Popery and Sodomy are the doctrines of the Devil" my grandfather told me, "Do you know that the Papists have the audacity to claim that Christ himself was a sodomite because all his disciples were men, in order to gloss over the fact that their priests go round buggering their altar-boys at the same time they publicly extol the Biblical virtues of chastity before marriage and fidelity within it? Filthy depraved bastards that they are"!
"And where were we", asked Mr Hurst, "I mean how many strokes has our young friend received"?
"Five" called out McKinnon, another boy from my school, two bunks away from me.
"Thank you. I knew I would forget" answered Mr Hurst.
"You could always count the stripes on his arse Sir" chuckled McKinnon.
"Cheeky little bastard" I thought, "Id like to see you laugh if you have had to go through what Andy has because of some psychopathic animal like Turnbull".
"Aye" added Turnbull, "and you can always tell how old a tree is by the rings on its bark, how old your mother is by the number of hairs on her chin, and how many men your sister has had by the number of used condoms that have got stuck up her ....".
"That will do Turnbull" interrupted Mr Hurst, "we dont want to promote hetero_s_e_x_uality as a normal way of life now do we, or in due course some Conservative politician will move an amendment to a Government Bill making it illegal to promote what you and I know to be right and proper in schools as unacceptable, and we will cause more institutionalised homophobia not less, despite the fact that I suspect there are as many of us in the Tory Party as there are in the Labour Party! Time is fast moving-on so let us conclude the punishment of our young friend here so we can all go back to bed or, at least, those of us who havent wet our beds can go back to bed, and anyone who has can spend the remainder of the night in the corridor"!
With that, Mr Hoist caned Andy a sixth time across his buttocks. Underneath the gag he yelped with pain. "Six" called all the boys in the dormitory me included this time apart from Turnbull who called out "Four".
"Turnbull, this is a punishment exercise not a game of cricket" exclaimed Mr Hurst who gave the impression he was fast becoming weary of Turnbulls wit. I hoped he would punish Turnbull for his outbursts but it didnt happen. Perhaps "Stevie" thought making Turnbulls arse sore from caning would make it all the more difficult to press against him when he _f_u_c_k_ed him later I told myself!
"I didnt say it was" Turnbull replied, "Still at least you can hit better with that cane than OBrien can with his bat. How the _f_u_c_k_ he was made Captain of the School Under-Sixteen Cricket Team God alone knows! Dont forget you still owe our friend here two more anyway; his thighs are looking a bit envious about his arse"!
"Have no fear I havent forgotten" replied Mr Hurst. "For those of you who dont attend the Model Boys School" he continued, "I should perhaps explain that there is a tradition at the Model Boys School that any boy who receives six of the best across his arse as our young friend has today also receives two further strokes across the back of his thighs, roughly halfway down his thighs, so everyone can see when hes wearing shorts for P. E. that hes been a naughty little boy...."!
"Insolent little git; horrible little bastard you mean" interrupted Turnbull.
"Thank you Turnbull. If you would let me conclude I would be grateful" Mr Turner added. "I know you are always keen to help, either in explaining to either the ignorant or the indifferent and or assist me in administering their punishment, but you must learn to control your enthusiasm at times; it can be rather intimidating for those on the receiving end whilst for me leading the administration of the punishment there are times when I wonder whether you are in too much of a hurry. Punishing a boy, like consuming a good meal, should be done slowly: in the case of the latter slow enough for the consumer to enjoy and in the case of the former for the spankee to regather his composure in-between being beaten and prodded with the cane; that s right isnt it Young Andrew" he asked Andy menacingly as he again stretched out his right arm to pucker Andys butt-hole with the tip of the cane and lightly tapped the inside of both Andys thighs in turn. "Keep those legs apart boy" he ordered "or we will begin again from scratch"!
Andy muffled something under the gag which sounded like "Yes Sir" and moved his legs apart so they were, once again, just over a metre apart, as during the course of regathering his composure after each stroke his legs had moved closer together. Having satisfied himself that Andys legs were correctly positioned Mr Hurst again tapped the underside of Andys scrotum as he continued "I expect your balls to be shaved by supper time tomorrow night boy or you wont just get eight strokes of the cane tomorrow night .... Turnbull see to it that the boys balls are shaved so they are as smooth as a babys arse"!
"Yes Sir" replied Turnbull enthusiastically, "shall I shave him now Sir"?
"Not now! Remember what I said about taking things slowly. You can shave him tomorrow afternoon when the rest of the group are doing their prep for arguably less-exciting activities and make sure you also shave away the bit of fluff between the cheeks of his arse; you know I detest boys with hairy arses as well as much as I do boys with hair on their faces, their chests, torsos and underneath their armpits, but Young Andrew shouldnt take you that long to prepare for my examination as he is virtually hairless now .... thank God"!
"Can I give him an enema as well" asked Turnbull.
"I hope that you will" replied Mr Hurst, "if a job is worth doing its worth doing well. Theres no point preparing for any examination be it an O-level or an A-level if youre not going to do sufficient preparation to pass. Find me at lunchtime and I will give you some shaving gel and razors for his balls and his arse, and an enema bag or two and some lube so you can douche him to ensure his rectum is clean and empty for his examination tomorrow night".
"Yippee! Thank you Sir" replied Turnbull, "are you planning to make him sit his A-levels or just his O-levels tomorrow night Sir? Can I assist you examine him Sir or at least vigilate during his exam"?
I knew enough from what I had read about gay _s_e_x_ in Gay Times to know that sitting O-levels meant giving ones examiner oral _s_e_x_ (i. e., a blow-job), sitting ones A-levels meant allowing oneself to be subjected to anal _s_e_x_ (i. e., _f_u_c_k_ed) by ones examiner, and that to vigilate meant to act as a voyeur. I didnt realise at the time but every other boy in the dormitory knew what Turnbull meant, although not from reading Gay Times but more from myth and legend that verbally disseminated its way from and to the Sixth Form Common Room in my own school where many younger boys had been "examined" by prefects in the Sixth Form.
"Have you forgotten the School Chaplains unofficial benediction already Turnbull" replied Mr Hurst. "Model Boys present will you remind him"?
"Do not worry over what to eat; What to wear or put on your feet! Trust and pray; Go do your best today And leave it in the hands of the Lord"
replied the four other boys from the Model Boys School present in the dormitory.
"The short answer to your question Mr Turnbull, is wait and see", replied Mr Hurst. "Now to tonights unofficial business"!
With that, Mr Hurst standing at Andys left side he struck him hard across the back of his thighs with the cane and, without waiting for his usual minute to allow Andy time to regather his composure, changed sides so he was standing at Andys right side and struck Andy equally as hard a second time across the back of his thighs: each stroke left its own distinct welt roughly halfway between Andys crotch and the back of his knee and a couple of centimetres below where the hem of his shorts would end. Once more, tears flowed from Andys eyes.
"Stand up and face the dormitory boy" Mr Hurst ordered. Andy did so as Mr Hurst removed the sock from round Andys mouth; Andys eyes were as red from crying, and his face was as red from the humiliation of the rest of the dormitory seeing him stark bollock naked and receiving firstly the hand-spanking and, secondly, the caning of his life, as his arse was from being so soundly slapped and caned.
Andy was allowed to rub his sore butt for a few minutes as he continued to sob before Mr Hurst ordered him to put his hands back behind his head, his elbows back behind his shoulders, and apologise to everyone for disturbing his sleep by wetting his bed.
"Im sorry for waking you all up" Andy said. "I still dont know how I came to wet my bed but I am very sorry for having to wake Mr Hurst up to tell him and for you to be kept awake whilst Mr Hurst had to deal with me for me making such a fool of myself. This is the first and, hopefully, the last time Ive wet the bed since I was four years old and I will never live it down. I assure you it will not happen again. I am very sorry once again for disturbing you all and hope you all are able to get back off to sleep".
"Good" replied Mr Hurst, "one last thing for now. As you are sleeping out in the corridor tonight Young Andrew, you will wear this" he said taking out a disposable nappy from the carrier bag he brought with him, "both to maintain your dignity and prevent you from making a mess should you piss or _s_h_i_t_ yourself in your sleep. Whilst you are sleeping out in the corridor you will stay in the position you are now and with your face towards the wall until I, and I alone, tell you to do otherwise later in the morning; if you need to empty your bladder or your bowels you should try and avoid having to do so until I allow you to go to the loo after everyone else has had breakfast in the morning but if you need to go in the meantime you can do so in this nappy but, be warned, if you do you will receive a further spanking similar to that which I have just given you. You do not, I repeat you do not, go to the loo without my permission. This is to help retrain your bladder and or your bowels to empty where they are supposed to empty, i..e., in the loo and not in your bed or in your pants, but in the loo!
"In the morning when the rest of the group are having their breakfast you will shower and after you have got dressed report to both the Warden and Mr Davison [a school-master from my school] to tell them how and why you wet your bed this evening so they can decide what further action, if any, they wish to take. Later this afternoon whilst the rest of your group are having prep, you will find Turnbull so he can shave your balls and your bum-fluff for me, and give you an enema, so you are nice and clean for when I examine you shortly before supper-time. If you pass your examination you will be allowed to have supper with the rest of the group and, providing your mattress is dry or the Warden can find you another one, you may rejoin the rest of the group in sleeping in your bed tomorrow night; if, on the other hand, you fail your examination you will receive a further spanking similar to that which you have just received and you will again sleep out in the corridor, only this time without even a nappy on but as naked as you would be were you to be in bed as normal, so everyone else can see you in all your splendour and play with you as they feel fit when they pass you to get to the bathroom. Understood"?
"Yes Sir", gulped Andy.
"Have you anything else to say for yourself", Mr Hurst asked.
"No Sir, other than Im very sorry once again for everything that has happened, for disturbing you and everyone else".
"Very well" exclaimed Mr Hurst, "let me just check there is nothing underneath here waiting to dribble out", as he roughly pulled back Andys foreskin.
"Arrrh ..... Arrrh ..... Take it easy Sir; it hurts Sir", he protested.
"What are you whining for now boy" Mr Hurst snapped impatiently.
"My _c_o_c_k_ Sir; it hurts when my foreskin is pulled back Sir", answered Andy.
"It sounds as though you have phimosis boy; you should ask your G. P. to check you out sometime in case you need circumcising. In the meantime make sure you keep yourself clean down here. If I find any smegma underneath your foreskin I shall scrub it off with a brillo pad; understood"?!
"Yes Sir", Andy replied sheepishly, remembering the time before last when he pulled back his foreskin to wash underneath and finding a build-up of smegma underneath his skin. Fortunately for him, there was nothing for Mr Hurst to scrub away.
"Nothing here" Mr Hurst said, sounding somewhat disappointed as he cupped Andys _c_o_c_k_-and-balls in his hands and examined them thoroughly for cleanliness and any irregularity; it was almost as if he wanted to find something so he could subject Andys _c_o_c_k_ to an excruciating cleaning exercise! "Okay, lets get this on and say goodnight" he continued as he let go of Andys genitals and put the disposable nappy on him, making Andy appear even younger than ever! "Mmmm .... very tasty, almost as tasty as seeing pretty boys like you in shorts" he told Andy, "which reminds me, have you brought your P. E. shorts with you"?
"Yes Sir. Mr Davison said we would probably do P. E. at the local leisure centre a couple of times this week so Ive bought both my white cotton shorts which I usually wear for gym, and black nylon shorts I usually wear for football with me".
"Splendid! Which pair has the shortest inside leg"?
"I dont know Sir. I think theyre both about the same; both pairs are very short. The inside leg in each pair cant be anymore than two inches or five centimetres long".
"Just as well" replied Mr Hurst, "shorts any longer than that arent worthy of the name. For the remainder of your time here, when you are allowed to get dressed see to it that you wear your black shorts all the time you are outdoors and your white shorts all the time you are indoors in place of your trousers without underwear; understood"?
"But its freezing outdoors Sir", Andy protested.
"Nonsense boy! No boy has ever died of having cold legs, apart from which the heat from your arse after tonights spanking should be sufficient to generate enough heat to keep you warm for a few days! I can always spank you again if you feel your arse is becoming too cold! Now say Goodnight to everyone"!
"Goodnight", called Andy miserably.
"Goodnight Andy" the whole dormitory replied.
With that, Mr Hurst took hold of Andy by his right arm, just above his elbow, and led him outside into the corridor and switched off the light so we could all go back to sleep; Mr Hurst and the three other teachers in their room, all the other boys in their respective dormitories and Andy out in the ice-cold corridor. It was sometime before I eventually got off to sleep, thinking about what had happened, and what might happen to Andy later .... but thats another story!