Neil and Ben Down were twins. They were identical twins and I certainly could not tell them apart nor could my staff. They were two very good looking lads and by the time they were fourteen or so they had great slim bodies, fair skinned and blond hair. However they were also two rascals and they were forever ending up in my study and on the receiving end of my cane. It was then that I noticed there was a difference between them. Ben, the cleverer one of the two was also the fearless one. If he was to have his little bottom caned he readily bent over my desk and there was never a murmur or a wriggle as he received his punishment. Neil, on the other hand, was always very reluctant to accept his punishment and obviously feared the pain that was going to be inflicted on him. He squirmed and yelped and always ended up rubbing his bottom like mad.
At the request of his parents I put them in different classes so that perhaps they would not be so reliant on each other. My staff often suspected that they changed places from time to time. We think that Ben took Neils place whenever there was going to be a test so that he could score higher marks but we could never really prove it. We were not that concerned when it was a matter of ordinary classroom tests but of course examinations were different.
Usually the school exams were on at the same time so that all the Maths exams for the fourth year would be on say Monday morning. In that case the boys could not do anything about it and they had to sit for their own papers. The French oral exams, however, were another matter. There was only one teacher of French and he had to take the boys individually and those exams were spread over the week. Ben was really quite fluent for his age but poor Neil had little idea of the French language. If Neil were asked in French what time it was he was quite likely to say it was Thursday!
The orals were concluded and both boys scored very high marks. It was obvious that the boys had been up to their tricks. The French teacher realised that the boys had changed places and he came to me with his concerns. I sent for the two boys and they duly arrived in my study. One of them looked unconcerned whilst the other was looking rather paler than usual.
"Well, boys," I started, " I ought to congratulate you both on your excellent marks in the French oral exams but unfortunately I am afraid that I do not trust them!"
"Oh Sir!" said the cheeky Ben, "why not?" He really was the limit. Good looking he might have been but he had the cheek of the devil. Neil, on the other hand, had gone from a pale white to a sickly green as he guessed what was going to happen.
"Hmm," I said staring at the lads, hoping to break Bens confidence, but there was no chance of that. "Unless you admit to what you have done I am going to ask the French teacher to give you another oral exam now and this time Neil here will go first."
The boys suddenly did not like this turn of events and Neil, in particular, looked as though he was about to faint.
"Please, sir," mumbled Neil in a very faint voice, "Ben took my exam for me. I was not feeling very well at the time," he added as an afterthought, perhaps hoping that would excuse their wrongdoing.
"That is what we thought," I said in a very controlled voice. "You will both get nought per cent for cheating and you will both be given six strokes of the cane. Neil can wait outside whilst Ben will be caned first."
Neil left my study and I ordered Ben to remove his jacket. He did as instructed and then bent over my desk. His bottom was nicely positioned and I noticed that it had rounded out splendidly since the last time I had caned him, about a year ago. I had never given him more than three strokes in the past and I wondered how he would take six.
" You will count them out for me," I said as I took careful aim with my cane. I tapped him twice on his bottom and then Whack!
"One, sir." Whack! "Two, sir." Whack! "Three, sir"
"Whack! "Four, sir." WHACK! "Five, sir" WHACK! "Six, sir, thank you, sir" and he was not put out in the least. Not a wriggle, not a tear in his eye, nothing to indicate that he had just received six of the best. He donned his jacket and left my study and a few moments later Neil came in. I was pleased to see that some colour had returned to his face and I told him to remove his jacket and bend over my desk. He did not hesitate and all his former fear seemed to have deserted him as his bottom assumed the same position that his brother had taken.....
Eeek! The penny then dropped. They had done it again! This was Ben who had returned for a second dose and not his brother Neil. I said nothing about my suspicions but ordered the boy to stand up.
" Take your trousers down," I commanded. He looked at me oddly and was obviously taken aback at this order. Slowly he lowered his trousers. "Now your pants." He slipped his pants down. "Now bend over."
Sure enough there were six nice red stripes across his pale buttocks. I still never said anything but proceeded to give him another six of the best and still he never cried out or gave any indication that he had been punished. I left him in that position and went outside and motioned the other one to come in as well. This was Neil right enough. He was still very pale and seeing his brothers bottom still in position and now very red indeed he went even whiter, if that were possible.
"Your brother has just taken another six strokes that were intended for you. However you still have your punishment to come. Lower your trousers and pants. You Ben can get up and stand against the wall with your hands on your head and leave your pants and trousers down around your ankles."
The two boys carried out my orders. Poor Neil stumbled to my desk and got himself in position to receive his six strokes. His bottom was nice and white although wobbling a bit as he waited for the punishment to begin. I was in no hurry.
"Right Neil, you will count out the strokes nice and loud," I said.
Whack! "Ouch! One, sir." Whack! "Oooh! Two, sir." Whack! "Oooh! Ouch! Three, sir" Whack! "OUCH! Four, sir." By this time he was yelping rather than counting the strokes and he was wriggling his bottom like mad trying in vain to avoid the merciless caning. WHACK! "OUCH! Oh Please sir, enough sir. Five, sir" WHACK! "Ooooh! Six, sir," And he rubbed his bottom furiously.
"You may get up." I said, "but there is another little problem that we have. Your brother decided that he needed 12 strokes so of course you have six more to come." I felt that Neil could not have taken another six now and so I said, "You will report first thing in the morning for the next three mornings when you will receive another 2 stokes each day." I then turned to Ben and said, " As I cannot trust you not to take his place you will come with your brother and you too will get 2 strokes each morning."
This is exactly what transpired. Neil got his 12 strokes in bits – I do not know if that was easier than getting the whole lot in one go or not. Ben on the other hand ended up getting 18 strokes in all! Years later when Ben had graduated from university and came back to see me he admitted that he had taken his brothers place not so much to save him from his punishment but because he just loved being caned. He could not explain it but it gave him a wonderful erotic sensation afterwards. His brother on the other hand experienced no such feelings and really feared the cane. Identical twins – but not identical in absolutely everything it seems.