Authors note
This section portrays Smith at the peak of his form.
Oliver Pettigrew
Dr de Ville answered the phone. It was Matron. A first year boy had been injured during some prank on the stairs. The lad wasnt, in Matrons professional opinion, at mortal risk but he was in a lot of pain from a probable fracture of his wrist. She felt that there was little point in calling out the local GP, Dr Abram, as all he would do was send the boy for an X-ray at Thistletop Cottage Hospital. In her opinion it would be best for the boy to go directly to the hospital so that the casualty officer could arrange an X-ray and thereafter initiate any necessary treatment.
"Yes, yes of course," said Dr de Ville, "I will take the boy in my car immediately. Meanwhile please hold the fort at the school Matron as I believe that all the other masters will be off the premises for some while yet. Also, please prepare a bed for Wilkins in the infirmary. He is to be severely punished and Smith will bring him there later."
Matron was nonplussed at the last announcement. Wilkins seemed such a nice responsible young man. She set that aside and said "Yes Headmaster. The injured boy will be with me waiting in the main entrance hall."
Dr de Ville called Smith from the punishment room back into his study.
"Smith, there has been an emergency. I am likely to be away for two hours and more. I cant postpone Wilkins punishment until tomorrow. I want him off the premises as soon as possible. I want you to administer his punishment with the birch and then take him to Matrons infirmary. You have done it before for me and highly commendably. I know I can trust you"
Smith showed no emotion while this was being said but internally it was as if a great bonfire had been lit.
"Yes Sir. How many strokes Sir?"
Dr de Ville was very anxious about the injured boy and his mind was not fully on this conversation or on the implications of letting a mere prefect, however reliable, administer the worst type of punishment the school had to offer."
"Wilkins deserves recondite punishment. However, the birch is a vicious instrument. It can so easily cut a bottom to shreds. Give Wilkins some strokes with the paddle or cane, or whatever you think, then judge the birch blow by blow. A minimum of six I suggest but if his bottom is becoming excessively lacerated, or it does not look like he can take any more, then stop."
Dr de Ville departed hurriedly.
Smith strolled back in to the punishment room. He gazed on the rounded, smooth, widely parted bottom before him. Wilkins anus and dangling genitalia were clearly visible with the testicles fully down in their sacks. Smith mused for a moment on how Wilkins bottom, though basically creamy white, had interesting minor striations and mottling; some may have been due to the relatively cool air in the punishment room and Wilkins did have a few Goosebumps on his arms and thighs. Then, fascinated, Smith watched as Wilkins balls slowly retracted upward to nestle in the warmth of Wilkins lower belly. Smith walked slowly around the horse with its prone victim upon it and remarked "Dr de Ville has to attend to an emergency but he has ordered me to administer your punishment. I am to spare you nothing. I am sorry Wilkins but I must do as I am told."
"First I must check that you are comfortably and safely positioned."
Smith stood behind Wilkins and extended his right hand, between Wilkins legs, into the crevice where Wilkins genitalia were stowed. He spent a long time handling them to check their position. Smith gained intimate knowledge of the elasticity of Wilkins penis, the consistency of his pubic hair and the nodularity of the balls that had tried to escape yet were not beyond Smiths grasp.
Wilkins had never before been thus handled, not even by a doctor or Matron. The touch of Smiths cold hands was repulsive. He underwent a weird mixed emotion of revulsion and pleasure as Smith grasped his penis and milked it up and down as if it were a cows udder; on each cycle Smith gently partly drew back Wilkins foreskin and then replaced it. Wilkins member began to stiffen. Smith laid off and started fondling Wilkins balls and this too drew the mixed emotion. Wilkins quickly realised that this was not a standard quick check to ensure that the genitalia of the victim on the horse were properly stashed out of the way. Indeed, not only was it not quick but also Wilkins doubted it was standard. He had been chastised by Dr de Ville on five occasions and never once had he been required to undergo this humiliation. Wilkins strained at his straps but to no avail. "You bastard, Smith!"
Smith smiled, though Wilkins not having eyes in his arse did not know, and said "You just talked yourself into worse punishment. Every bit of back chat shall earn you more."
Smith picked up the big paddle from the table and began idly swishing it around. While thus engaged he noticed that Wilkins was trembling slightly and that droplets of sweat had broken out on Wilkins neck, shoulders and in the dip of the lower spine just above the cleft of his buttocks; indeed a little pool was beginning to gather at the latter point.
Smith suddenly brought the paddle down hard on Wilkins left buttock. Wilkins attempted to rear up as much from surprise as pain, but he was as static as a fly in amber.
The paddle was applied again four times on right and left buttocks alternately. Then Smith dropped the paddle on the table with a clatter. He knew that time was not of the essence. He had at least two hours.
Wilkins had indeed found the first stroke both shocking and very painful. It induced a fire in his left buttock. The next four strokes were no better but Wilkins resolved not to let Smith have the satisfaction of hearing him cry out; yet it took every effort of will not to on the last stroke.
Smith departed to the study where he sat down in Dr de Villes own chair and spent five minutes planning his campaign of terror for Wilkins.
Inexplicably Smith heard receding footsteps as Smith departed from the punishment room. "This cant be it" thought Wilkins "Dr de Ville mentioned the birch." The ensuing five minutes were a strange agony: the glowing embers in his buttocks, thoughts of this terrible injustice flitting round his head and him being no nearer to understanding why, memory of the beastliness of Smith in manhandling his wedding tackle and not knowing what was to come next nor when.
Smith returned to the punishment room where Wilkins, not unexpectedly, was in exactly the same position as before.
Wilkins could not contain his emotion and muttered "Bastard."
Smith stood behind Wilkins and with his left hand grasped Wilkins balls hard, which made Wilkins gasp, and with his right Wilkins penis. Smith very gently caressed both items of genitalia. Wilkins was attempting to squirm but the straps made his movements ineffectual. Slowly Smiths actions had a physiological effect upon Wilkins that overrode any attempt of Wilkins mind to the contrary. Wilkins slowly began an erection to replace the previous half hearted effort which had subsided. Smith left off when Wilkins penis had risen by forty five degrees. He left Wilkins penis with the foreskin slightly retracted.
Smith resumed the paddling. Wilkins, thus far, had been unwilling to cry out. Smith was determined that Wilkins would cry out often, ultimately scream, and beg for mercy which would not be given.
Smith tried placing the paddle so that it strode both buttocks at once. He remembered how painful this had been when eighteen months ago Dr de Ville had done this to him. On the first attempt he was rewarded with a sigh from Wilkins. On the second an indistinct yelp, but yelp nevertheless.
The resumption of paddling immediately took Wilkins mind off the intense humiliation of Smiths pudendal caresses. The first stroke landed hard across both buttocks; the pain was intense; it was the sort of pain that hit a seeming second after he heard the effect of the blow and after he felt his body being thrust forward slightly within his restraints. It took all Wilkins will not to cry out but nevertheless he could not help sigh. He felt ashamed of that sigh. His shame heightened when the second, just as intense, stroke evoked an involuntary yelp from him.
Smith then resumed stimulating Wilkins genitals and left off when Willkins penis, which had fallen back to twenty degrees, attained ninety degrees.
Wilkins thoughts by now were in a complete turmoil invoked by confusion at his situation, pain in his buttocks, humiliation – the deepest he had ever felt in his life – from Smiths partial attempt to jack him off, and the pleasurable feeling – an interesting counterpoint to the pain – in his groin.
Smith stood back to admire his handiwork. Wilkins buttocks were a cherry red glow. He could almost feel the warmth radiating from them. Indeed he put out a hand and rested his palm on Wilkins right buttock. Wilkins flinched. The warmth was discernible to Smiths hand.
Smith said "Now its time to warm you up a bit more with a touch of the cane. I want you nicely prepared so that you will fully appreciate the birching to come. You will realise from personal experience just why the birch is feared so much, how much worse, and order of magnitude worse, than any of the usual instruments of punishment you are used to."
On hearing this Wilkins gulped. He couldnt help himself. He hoped Smith hadnt heard.
Smith then gave Wilkins fifteen slowly paced strokes of the junior cane. These left little in the way of marks, thin red lines, at best, which would lead to narrow bruise traceries. However, Smith was aware that each stroke had an effect. Though Wilkins never cried out there were subtle body language signals. For instance, the barely perceptible manner in which Wilkins buttock muscles tensed, the way in which the strain of Wilkins legs against the restraining straps alternated from left to right, slight changes in Wilkins breathing. Smith could tell what was going on in Wilkins mind. He knew too that Wilkins ordeal was enhanced by Wilkins righteous indignation at being punished for something he did not do and being punished not by an adult but by a pupil more junior than he, what is more a pupil whom, until an hour or two ago, he could have chastised at any time, as indeed he had done yesterday.
Smiths reading of Wilkins thoughts was wholly correct as far as it went, but there were others too. On being told that he was to receive the cane Wilkins was expecting the senior cane. He was anticipating, with horror, slashing cuts across his bare flesh, possibly leading to lacerations. He knew the pain of the senior cane, both as recipient and wielder, even when it was not viciously administered. By now he knew that anything involving Smith would be vicious rather than restrained. Thus when he heard the first swish he had tensed himself ready. He fully expected that he would no longer be able to resist crying out nor resist begging – the very thing he never wanted to do in front of Smith - for mercy. The first blow landed across the centre of his buttocks. In the microseconds following when his mind registered the blow (the sound of impact and thrusting effect on his buttocks) Wilkins had deduced that this must be a very severe stroke because in his experience when a blow was severe there seemed to be kind of mental block for a moment followed by an instant cascade of pain. It was not so in this case. There was a stinging pain, a nasty pain given that his buttocks had already been severely bruised, but it was not the expected agony. Wilkins realised it was the junior cane and wondered why. Though sorely pressed by fifteen strokes from this slightly more gentle, yet nevertheless effective tool of discipline, Wilkins managed not to make a sound other than some deep breathes at the end of the measured cascade of blows.
Smith let Wilkins stew in his own thoughts and indignation for about three minutes before resuming his ministrations with the junior cane. Then he made another foray into Wilkins genital region. This time he did not content himself with caressing Wilkins penis and teasing the foreskin. Instead he grasped the appendage near its tip by thumb and forefinger and yanked the foreskin back so that the prepuce was fully exposed. Wilkins nearly convulsed but the horse would not let him. Smith then worked Wilkins penis up to one hundred and sixty five degrees from its original flaccid dangling position. Smith noted that the end of Wilkins penis was damp. He wiped the dampness off his finger on to Wilkins backside.
Resumption of the caning came as no surprise to Wilkins. He endured six more strokes without complaint. Smiths next move, the sudden full retraction of his foreskin, took him completely by surprise. It wasnt so much the discomfort as the shock and added humiliation that caused him to attempt to rear up. As Smith kept working gently on his organ Wilkins could by no force of will stop it expanding to a near full erection. Indeed, when Smith left off, almost tantalizingly, Wilkins had that pent up feeling in his organ, groin and head that is best, and most happily, relieved by letting the penis do what it does best. Sadly, relief, which would have caused even more intense embarrassment yet might have been worth it, did not come. Smith had chosen his point to leave off with care.
Smith, imaginative as always, decided to do a little experiment. He had already worked Wilkins penis up to near full erection, what would be the effect of a little ball bashing? Would it enhance the insipient erection or would it diminish it. Smith picked up the thin strap from the table.
With great finesse Smith worked the strap so that it gave painful but, otherwise, harmless blows to each ball, turn and turn about. During this procedure Wilkins groaned or cried out softly. Smith knew that Wilkins was doing his best not to give him the impression that he was subjugated; ultimately a forlorn hope. Then Smith repeated the innovative procedure he had once used on Drummond: a flick of the strap aimed from a position standing to the right side of Wilkins chest such that the tip of the strap made resounding contact with Wilkins anus. He did this three times in succession and on each occasion was rewarded with a loud yelp.
After Smith had finished caressing his penis and it had become obvious that Smith was not going to proceed the whole way, Wilkins waited a few moments in a state of extreme apprehension. Would it be the birch next? Wilkins dreaded the idea. He heard Smith walk over to the table to the right of the horse and retrieve something. Smith walked back. Wilkins waited with literally bated breath. When it came it wasnt the birch, though it was about as terrifying. He expected more blows on his buttocks and thighs but that was not to be so. The first blow to his left testicle was utterly unexpected, even from Smith. It was a painful superficial sting accompanied by that deep, difficult to describe other than to a male, visceral pain that knocks to the testicles produce; a horrible lingering pain and the reason why cricketers wear boxes under their whites. The same occurred to his right testicle, then his left and so on. Sometime the strap gave an additional stinging blow to his inner thigh. On several occasions, it curled painfully around his now rapidly deflating penis. When the procedure had finished both balls and his penis has a nasty residual stinging akin to that in his buttocks but the real discomfort was from the manner in which the visceral pain in his testicles had compounded, each blow adding to what came before. By analogy strokes of the cane are like waves crashing up a tidal river of pain whereas ball pounding is like standing in a river of pain as its level slowly rises. Throughout this ordeal Wilkins could not resist producing groans and sighs.
Though Wilkins was rapidly coming to grasp that this was no traditional chastisement what came next nevertheless profoundly surprised and shocked him. Without warning the strap passed between his well parted buttocks and landed sharply on his anus. The pain was immense, made more so in part because it was not anywhere Wilkins had experienced pain before, but it was the sheer unexpectedness that caused him to yelp loudly. On the next two occasions it was wholly the pain that evoked this response. Underlying the shock and the pain was a realisation that this, perhaps even more so than the penis and balls, was the most humiliating place on the body to which pain may be inflicted. The humiliation was added to greatly by the knowledge that he was trussed immobile to the horse and Smith was demonstrating that he could do absolutely anything to his victim.
The experiment finished, Smith determined the result. Wilkins penis was sufficiently flaccid to pass the decency test. Smith spent three minutes getting Wilkins penis back up to near one hundred and eighty degrees with the foreskin fully retracted again.
Wilkins mind was so numb when Smith returned to fiddling with his penis that he hardly noticed it, other than the return of a pleasant sensation to counterpoint his pain and despair.
Smith then retired to Dr de Villes study for a six minute rest. He knew that Wilkins, meanwhile, was left pondering his unjust fall from grace and nursing a, well justified, hatred of Smith. The only thing Wilkins did not realise was that his current loathing of Smith was but a shadow of what it would soon become.
During this interlude Wilkins remained uncomfortably bound to the horse. His thoughts began to settle. The visceral pain in his balls and the accompanying nausea began to subside though it would be a full three days before his balls would be comfortable again. However, Wilkins would have plenty of other pains and remembered humiliations to take his mind off matters testicular.
Smiths gaze fell on the shoe box. He remembered the glove. He rose out of Dr de Villes armchair and picked up the glove. A thought struck him – "lubrication, what could be to hand in the study?" Smith looked around seeking inspiration. There seemed nothing obvious. Smith rummaged through several of the draws in Dr de Villes desk without success. Then he caught in the corner of his eye a device on a small table in the far corner of the room. He remembered what it was and reckoned his search was at an end.
The object in question was a primitive copying device much used in schools since the mid-nineteenth century to make multiple copies of examination papers and the like. These days it was generally more practical to prepare a stencil for a duplicating machine. Nevertheless for smallish numbers (tens rather than hundreds) of copies the older technology was cheaper, quicker and easier, though messy. It was easier because one could handwrite the master copy using printers ink. This was laid on a gelatine based matrix which absorbed the ink in mirror image. Copies were made by placing blank sheets of paper on the matrix one by one. Generally, the ink would last for ten to twenty copies, enough for all the pupils in a form at Thistletop. After use the mould could be liquefied by heat and allowed to set again quite a few times. This technology, though it has delighted our readers, was not of the slightest interest to Smith other than that he remembered that manufacture of the gelatine mould required glycerine. Smith went over to the table and took a look in the cupboard below: low and behold a big bottle of glycerine and a small empty pot. Smith decanted some of the glycerine into the pot and returned the bottle to the cupboard.
Smith took his booty to the punishment room where, naturally, Wilkins was waiting for him as he had nowhere else to go, or rather, nowhere else he could reach.
Smith walked to the front of the horse, snapped the glove loudly and then put it on his right hand well within Wilkins field of view. Wilkins was no fool. He guessed, correctly, what Smith had in mind. A shudder, clearly visible to Smith, ran down Wilkins body; Smith was delighted.
"You utter swine, beast" Wilkins said.
"Remember what I said?" Smith asked, "You will pay for that remark."
Smith returned to the business end of the horse, the business end of Wilkins too. He stood for a while admiring the pair of well rounded, well spread buttocks before him; the position was exactly right. Wilkins sphincter was unobstructed and clearly visible in its entirety. It was tight and the colouration was darker than the surrounding, slightly mottled, skin.
He ran his gloved finger around Wilkins anus, delighting in the way Wilkins body tensed, the strain of Wilkins muscles transmitted itself into a low groan from the structure of the table itself. He removed the finger and dipped it in the glycerine. Next he placed the moistened finger tip exactly on the centre of Wilkins anus. Wilkins shouted "May you rot in hell Smith, may you ...."
After Smith had shown him the glove Wilkins had waited with deep apprehension while Smith walked to the other end of the table. Nothing happened for a while and Wilkins apprehension built further. Finally he felt a gloved finger tip circling his anus. Never before had he been treated thus. Though he desperately did not want to show fear in front of Smith he could not help a deep shudder that transmitted itself into the horse that held him in an unwilling embrace. The finger was removed and Wilkins had the vain hope that that was the end of this particular humiliation. No so, a few moments later he felt the gloved finger again, this time exactly on his anus, this time it was cold as with something damp. He was totally unable resist shouting out in anger.
Wilkins tirade cut off the instant Smith gently yet firmly inserted his gloved forefinger into Wilkins rectum. It cut off because it was translated into a short piercing scream. Smith had done Wilkins no lasting harm, he was careful not to. He was sure the scream was the product of some discomfort but mainly of intense humiliation. After all, what Smith had done was the penultimate violation. He had inserted only as far as the first finger joint from the knuckle. He let his finger linger there a short while and rotated it slowly. Then he withdrew it. Wilkins kept shuddering.
At the moment when Smiths finger began to penetrate Wilkins felt himself descend to a deeper level of this hell Smith had created. The insertion was uncomfortable, unpleasant, and a sensation he had never before encountered but not painful as such. Wilkins thoughts were not sufficiently ordered for him to realise that he owed a kind of gratitude to Smith for the latters recently gained expertise and delicacy in such matters. The scream, over which he had no control whatsoever, was the release of the apprehension and mental anguish that had been building in the last minutes.
Smith gave Wilkins a minute to calm and then resumed the thrashing, this time with the big strap. Smith didnt find it very satisfying as Wilkins had become totally unresponsive, no cries or moans, no shuddering, not even rearing forward and upward against his restraints other than as a consequence of the momentum imparted by the blows. This was a thrilling as beating two hunks of meat on a butchers marble slab. Smith stopped after the third blow.
Wilkins lack of response was because he was not aware of this renewed thrashing. He had not fully absorbed what had gone before, least of all the violation of his rectum. Though he was technically fully conscious his thoughts were in total disarray and his mind incapable of noting and cataloguing new experiences.
Wilkins was softly sobbing. Smith decided that Wilkins should be given an opportunity to fully collect himself so that he could properly savour what was to come. Smith loosened but did not remove the leg straps. He undid the chest and wrist straps. He told Wilkins to stand and helped the youth ease himself up. Deliberately, Wilkins was still attached to the front of the table. It was impossible for him bend and undo the leg straps. Despite the considerably loosened leg straps a fully upright posture was uncomfortable so Wilkins lent slightly forward with his palms on the table. Smith left him like that and sat in Dr De Villes study for ten minutes.
Wilkins was barely aware of rising to a near standing position. Gradually, however, release from the restraints enabled the stiffness in his arm, back and leg muscles to recede, though what felt like a pulsating glow emanated from his bottom. His thoughts began to settle. Not only settle but also the power of arithmetic returned to him: he put two and two together.
Smith heard the soft sobbing cease, to be followed by several sniffs. Thereafter Wilkins was silent until, about five minutes later, "Smith?"
Smith returned to the punishment room and stood behind Wilkins. Wilkins was unable to turn his shoulders and neck sufficiently to face his tormentor. Smith said "Yes?"
"It was you, wasnt it?" asked Wilkins.
Smith knew exactly what Wilkins meant and replied "Yes."
"You utter bastard! You wont get away with this!" exclaimed Wilkins.
"But I have and I will", said Smith, "Nobody will believe any preposterous story you come up with."
There was a pause then Smith said "You have not got time to dwell on this now. I am about to give you more pressing matters to think about. Bend back down!"
During the break Wilkins had collected himself sufficiently that he was by no means yet an abject, submissive plaything for Smith.
Wilkins remained standing. Smith repeated the order. Nothing happened.
Smith had anticipated the possibility of mutiny. That was why the leg straps had not been removed. Moreover, he knew he had means of persuasion at hand to get Wilkins back into his trussed up position.
Smith said "Very well."
He picked up the thin strap, resumed position behind Wilkins, and gave the youth a stinging blow to his genitals from between the youths legs.
Wilkins shouted in anguish and his hands rushed downwards to clasp his flaming testicles and penis.
Smith aimed another vicious blow which this time came into contact mainly with Wilkins hands.
Wilkins knew Smith wouldnt stop until he submitted. The pain in his genitals was near unbearable and then he had received a blow across his hands trying to protect them. He couldnt bear the thought of Smith deciding to give him another blow with the strap across his anus as had happened, seemingly, aeons ago.
Wilkins bellowed again, then "All right Smith, all right!"
Smith waited whilst slowly, suspicious of another blow, Wilkins retrieved his hands from his crotch and began to bend forward to his full extent. Smith restored the restraints and tightened the leg straps. Now for the birch he thought.
He approached the table, picked up the birch and hefted it; it was sturdy and he found he could grip it so it balanced well. Smith noticed that the birch rods and twigs were still damp and that on parts there was a white encrustation of salt formed during evaporation.
He walked slowly to the front of the table and swished the birch around within Wilkins field of view. Wilkins visibly blanched when Smith held the instrument close to the youths face. Smith produced one of his beatific smiles, which made Wilkins shudder, and slowly paced back to the work end of the table.
Smith stood swishing the birch for a minute or two. He could see that there was considerable fresh perspiration on Wilkins body with a small lake collecting at the base of his spine.
As Wilkins was being bound back into his obscene embrace of the horse he though it must surely be over soon. He resolved to take what was to come with fortitude and give Smith no more satisfaction. During his preceding agonies and humiliations it had gone out of his mind that Dr de Ville had prescribed the birch. Suddenly Smith reminded him by swishing the infernal instrument before his face. Wilkins had never been birched before but he had seen its use on Hetherington and a couple of other youths on previous occasions. He, and all the other boys at Thistletop, feared the birch. He had never heard of anyone taking it with fortitude, maybe the first couple of strokes but not beyond that. He knew from talking to Hetherington that the birch produced an intensely stinging pain, a pain that somehow radiated its way upwards to engulf the whole of the being. He also knew that pain and discomfort remained in its aftermath for many days, very much longer than from a severe caning. Now he heard Smith behind him giving the birch some exploratory swings. Would Smith warn him? Should he tense his buttocks, arms and legs or was it better to try to remain relaxed? He didnt know, but he involuntarily tensed and waited. As he heard the swishing he was wondering, as Smith intended, whether the next swish would be for real. His thoughts had even started to speculate on how long after hearing the start of a swish he had before he would be aware of contact. This chain of thought was, suddenly, brutally curtailed. Indeed for a seemingly long period of agony all thought dissipated away.
Suddenly, without any warning, one of the swishes became particularly powerful and made contact across both cheeks of Wilkins buttocks.
There was an instant of silence after contact was made followed by a shriek. Smith watched in fascination as distinct red lines and a tracery of finer ones, some very fine indeed, began appearing on the pale flesh.
In a general sense Wilkins thought he knew what to expect. However, witnessing birching and talking to its recipients afterwards gives a grossly inadequate measure of its full horror. When the birch struck Wilkins felt nothing but the pressure of the blow. The moment of respite was exceedingly brief. Within microseconds a mildly burning pain rose in a crescendo from its humble beginnings to a stinging pain of an intensity Wilkins could never have imagined existed unless he had undergone the experience previously. As an aside it should be noted that boys who have received the birch usually forget after a time just how dreadful is each blow, what mostly sticks in their minds is the humiliation of being beaten naked before a sizeable audience (as is usually the case for such punishment). Perhaps also the mind tends to dilute the memory of such painful experiences. If an encore becomes necessary the pain is again a surprise on re-acquaintance. Perhaps this phenomenon explains why some youths become recidivists and experience the birch on two or more occasions.
All notions of fortitude had evaporated as the effects of the birch twigs radiated across Wilkins bottom and then throughout his nervous system. Given the previous damage to his backside there was no way that he could prevent himself shrieking. There was no way he could prevent himself begging for mercy.
Wilkins sobbed and said "Please Smith, I beg - no more please" a pause and "I wont tell anyone."
Smith waited for the sobbing to subside and then said "Ready Wilkins?"
Wilkins groaned quietly but said nothing.
Thus, a further five swings of the birch were executed. Each elicited a shriek no less loud than the first; the last two were considerably louder.
Although the first stroke had come as a considerable surprise with respect to the intensity of agony it induced, the knowledge of that did not in any manner make the subsequent strokes more bearable in the sense that if one can anticipate a pain one can cope with it better. If anything, the cumulative effect of the strokes was more than additive. By the end Wilkins thoughts were again inchoate which perhaps was a mercy.
Smith surveyed his handiwork and was pleased. Wilkins soft appearing, but actually firm, white bum was visibly blazing. There were many small cuts amid the generally devastated scene of extant and incipient bruises. Smith wanted to do more, much more, but knew that he had to avoid crossing the line between severe chastisement and criminal brutality. Also, he did not want the youth folding up on him because his body or brain could take no more. Smith decided to take another break and then reassess the situation.
When he returned after five minutes he found Wilkins calmer. His breathing had eased but he still, occasionally, moaned softly. Every so often the muscles in Wilkins bottom twitched spontaneously, the larger of these twitches were accompanied by moans. Smith was intrigued and watched this process for some while; Wilkins didnt seem aware of him standing there, perhaps he was in his own exclusive hell. Suddenly Smith realised what was happening: the birch was impregnated with salt and that was initiating fresh coruscations of pain long after the initiating blows had subsided. He wished there was some more salt in Dr de Villes study, but doubted it and didnt bother looking. It so happened that there was a cruet set, in one of the draws of the desk, which the Headmaster used on those rare occasions when he had a snack delivered to his study. Smith was never to know this; thus, he would not be eternally disappointed about a lost opportunity.
Smith decided that four more strokes would be just within the bounds of tolerance. Three of these he duly delivered at widely spaced intervals. Each time he waited for Wilkins sobbing and laboured breathing to subside.
Smith then, using the rubber glove, inserted one, then two, then three fingers into Wilkins rectum. This elicited shouts of protest and discomfort. However, Smith did not do this roughly, he merely wished to enlarge the orifice. Smith then dropped his trousers and underpants and inserted his fully erect penis firmly, but gently, into the inviting hole. Wilkins groaned and gasped.
Smith partially withdrew his organ and inserted again, his groin coming satisfyingly to rest on Wilkins soft but firm rump. This procedure was repeated with increasing speed and force until the inevitable happened. Whilst his pleasure was building Smith felt the shudders in Wilkins body at each thrust and savoured the accompanying moans.
After the next three strokes of the birch Wilkins was again reduced to mental incoherence. If this could have lasted it might have partially spared him the effects of the forthcoming experience and the lasting memory of his utter humiliation, the deepest humiliation he could ever have imagined: that of being taken forcibly. Unfortunately for him the start of that humiliation, fingers stretching his orifice wider, perked up some mental reserve he didnt know he had and he had to endure the whole in a state of mental alertness. He protested, he tried against his restraints to squirm out of the way but all was to no avail. He felt everything. He wasnt in pain as such: Smith had not torn the orifice. Yet it was a profoundly discomforting experience. Even so, each time Smith had finished thrusting inward to the full extent his penis allowed there was a weird sensation that partially mitigated the unpleasant strangeness of the rest. He heard Smith begin to grunt. The grunts corresponded with the completion of each inward evolution. They became louder and more rapid until suddenly they ceased with a big sigh and he felt the full weight of Smith collapsed onto his posterior. Smith remained like that for what seemed a long while (forty seconds in fact) and Wilkins could feel on his back sweat from Smiths bared lower chest. Finally Smith disengaged himself from Wilkins but by that point Wilkins hardly knew nor cared as his last mental reserve had collapsed and he was reduced again to a visceral rather than intellectual existence.
Smith had withdrawn from Wilkins feeling utterly satiated. He thought of waiting a while and repeating the deeply satisfying experience but decided against it in case Dr de Ville might be due to return. Three minutes later he gave Wilkins a final devastating stroke with the birch. Wilkins screamed the loudest yet and subsided into utter silence. Wilkins was no longer sobbing. Smith guessed that Wilkins was mentally utterly numb with pain and from the fearsome humiliation of the violating act that had been perpetrated against him.
A minute or so later Smith released all the restraints and helped Wilkins, slowly, painfully and stiffly, rise. Wilkins was now totally calm. So calm that he no longer had any ability to offer resentment or to show fight. He would have followed whatever orders Smith gave, including getting back into position on the horse.
Smith led Wilkins in to the other room and helped the youth slowly dress. Then with an arm on Wilkins shoulder, there being no attempt to shrug it off, he escorted Wilkins in a very slow, painful and stiff walk to Matrons little infirmary.
To be continued.