I had been teaching at St Albans High School for about two years, and had recently been offered the position as House Master of the Commonwealthers, those boys whose parents worked overseas in remote parts of the Commonwealth and who would often not be able to return home for the holidays. There were 27 boys in the house, ranging in age from 12 to 17. As the summer holidays approached, it was apparent that 9 boys would be remaining at school for the 5 week holiday, and that I would be required to care for them. I made arrangements with the Headmaster who explained that owing to a staff shortage, there would be no domestic staff to cook for us or do mundane chores like washing and ironing clothing for us during the holidays, and that the boys would have to take care of such things on a rotational basis for themselves. This did not appeal to me, though I said nothing to the Head at the time. I had my own thoughts on the subject. In addition to the domestic side of things, I was to be responsible for morning lessons, entertainment and, best of all, discipline of the youngesters. The boys who were staying at the school comprised 3 twelve year olds, 2 thirteen year olds, 3 fourteen year olds and one fifteen year olds. I arranged that they would all share one dormitory, as these housed 10 boys. I would occupy the prefect's study nearest to their dormitory.
One the first evening of the holidays after everyone else had left, I told the boys the news that they were going to have to take care of their own domestic chores. They were horrified at the thought and I could see from their faces that this was going to cause problems, even if done on a rotational basis. "Well," I said to them, "there is an alternative." I went on to suggest that as it was the middle of summer and the weather was warm, and as we were in seclusion from the rest of the world and had all that we would need, we simply cut down on the work that would need to be done by spending the holidays together in the nude. This met with silence, until Michael, one of the thirteen year olds commented that that was a brilliant idea. To emphasise his approval, he procedeed to strip and told the rest of the boys that he was going for a swim. Slowly grins broke out over the rest of the boys' faces, and soon we were all naked and heading for the school pool. I was in heaven. There I was alone with 9 naked young boys, for a period of five weeks, with a licence to just about do as I would with them.
We swam around for a few minutes together, and I then got out of the pool and watched the boys playing. Analysing them I was able to establish that 6 of the boys were circumcised, and that 4 of them had no pubic hair. Mike was easily the biggest, having at thirteen years of age a penis that was bigger limp than mine was when erect. He was a red head, and had the early growth of red pubic hair as well.
The boys had been swimming happily until I noticed a commotion towards the deep end. Ernest, who was thirteen and small, he was hairless as well, was being held under the water by Kyle, who was fifteen and Neil who was fourteen. I roared at them to stop what they were doing and instructed twelve year old Craig to fetch my cane from my office. I told them that bullying would never be allowed, and that they were going to feel what it was like to be on the receiving end of pain. Craig returned and smilingly handed me my cane. I called on Neil to bend over and told him and the rest of the boys that the minimum punishment that they could expect from me was six strokes, and that I was authorised in the Headmaster's absence to give up to the maximum of 24 strokes at any one time, with a maximum of 36 in one day. I told Neil and Kyle that they would each be getting 12. neil bent over and pale faced waited for the hiding to start. I had decided that this would be severe to lay the patteern for the rest of the holidays.
I started, and brought the cane down hard, but took my time between strokes, letting the pain build to a maximum threshhold before bring down the next stroke. Whack, whack, whack!! The first three strokes bit into Neil's bare bum. He howled in pain. Whack, whack, whack. He had had half now, and the welts were standing out and were really looking sore on the thin white bum cheeks. Tears were welling in his eyes, but he gritted his teeth and stayed down. I increased the force for the next 6. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. Neil was crying openly now and pleading with me to stop. "Stay down", I told him, "only three more to go!" For these I moved my position and stood so that these would land diagonally across the others. I hit him even harder. WHACK!!!! WHACK!!! and finally WHHAACKK!!! Neil stood up, sobbing, with the tears running down his cheeks. His hands flew to his bum and clutched at the damage I had inflicted. I indicated for Kyle to bend over as well. He was white, and knew that he was going to be very sore indeed!!
He bent over, and was shaking slightly as I brought back the cane. As with Neil, I took my time over the beating. WHACK! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Six hard firm strokes landed over Kyles bum. I took my time to admire where I was hitting. He had a perfect bottom, ronded globes on either side of a beautiful centre line. I looked around at the other boys who were watching. Ernest was erect, and so were Michael and Brett. I smiled to myself, and felt my own penis hardening. It was great. I continued with this very pleasant task. WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! Two to go and Kyle too was sobbing. He gritted his teeth as I brought the cane down diagonally over the other strokes. He howled, as I steadied myself for the last stroke. WHHHAAACCCKKK!!! The last stroke landed, and Kyle screamed in pain. He had never had a beating like that before. He stood up and apoligised to Ernest, who was now completely hard. He strolled past Ernest and gently rubbed his body against Ernest's penis. I could see that we were going to be in for an interesting five weeks.