Jason Kirkston was in an exuberant mood. He was in his last week of school - ever ! He had finished his exams only one day before, and was sure hed done well enough to get into University. He had captained the school rugby team to be the Champions and he was all set to go to the valedictory dinner with the hottest girl in town. Understandably he was feeling pretty good about life as he hurried along a school path between buildings.
Jason smiled to himself as he burst into the quiet school library. At 61" the handsome Rugby Captain, who had just turned 18, was used to being stared at. His dark wavy hair and piercing green eyes made a striking combination, together with his large muscular frame.
There was a class of yr. 9 boys being taken through some dull subject at the far end of the library. Jason ignored them apart from grinning slyly at a couple of the lads who looked up at him. Instead he bounded over and sat down with his his best mate - Marty Jackson, who had already started pouring over a copy of the senior year book for the girls academy where both their girlfriends were from.
The year books were supposed to be locked away until the night of the formal dinner, when it would be handed out along with the boys equivalent year book. The lads knew the tradition of both schools was that the boys got advance copies to check out what their dates had said. Marty and Jase had been the ones gutsy enough to sneak into the printing office to grab a copy, and so they were the ones who first got to use a free period to look through the book and read all the comments the girls wrote about the guys at their school. Both were looking forward to a session of fun and wistful longing for the dinner to begin.
Marty waved enthusiastically as Jason entered. There were cheerfully rude greetings between the friends - causing some barely suppressed sniggers from the younger boys at the other end of the library.
Miss Jamieson looked up in irritation at the commotion at the other end of the room, and stood and stalked down the room towards the two giggling seniors. Her whole class turned and watched quietly as she came to them and snapped "Will you two please be quiet ... I am trying to teach these boys !"
Jason nearly jumped out of his seat at the sudden disapproving tone, as Miss Jamieson had appeared silently. He looked up and smiled charmingly at Miss Jamieson "Oh .. were we disturbing you Miss ?.. well try to keep it down."
Somewhat mollified, Miss Jamieson turned and stalked back to her class, and so missed that Marty nearly collapsed in fits of silent laughter as Jason muttered "stupid old bat .. its the second last day for gods sake .. and its not like her class wouldnt rather look at these books with us".
Miss Jamieson frowned as she noted the seniors were giggling and laughing down the other end again. She always felt an inner turmoil when disciplining a senior boy - as she often found herself lusting after the firm young muscular body of the boy, and that was most particularly the case with Jason Kirkston. Still - she couldnt allow these two young men, second last day or no, to disturb her class.
She noticed that at least half her class seemed preoccupied with what the two were doing and kept glancing furtively around. She assumed these two must have been the ones to get the senior girls year book and were ogling at it. They were making loud guffawing noises and whispering excitedly as they leafed through the annual .
A number of the Yr. 9 boys seemed unable to resist the temptation to try and find out what the seniors were up to. She picked up her metre long blackboard ruler and tapped the desk and snapped "Come on boys - lets concentrate."
The yr. 9 lads dutifully snapped around and made a big effort to concentrate - but it was soon obvious that they were unable to keep from looking over at the seniors and wonder what they were doing.
After a 10 minutes, Miss Jamieson decided she had to act, and so she strode purposefully down to the senior boys , ruler in hand. She came to their table and caused them both to jump again by bringing the ruler down hard onto the centre of the desk.
She snapped "Gentlemen - I know you seniors have a lot of liberty time in these last few days and that this annual is particularly interesting, but you are NOT above school rules so will you please take this giggle fest outside !"
Jason looked up in surprise and frowned "But Miss - we will get sighted if we take this book outside and the other lads will rip it apart to see it. Can we just have a while .. please". He tried his best winning smile on the teacher. He suspected she (along with all other women) fancied him .. and he hoped this plea might work on her.
Miss Jamieson looked at the handsome young man for a moment and felt a great urge to say yes .. but her irritation at the distracted class was growing and so she snapped "No Jason, I want you to either read quietly or leave !"
Marty Jackson looked outraged "But Miss that isnt fair !". He wasnt quite as tall as Jason and had sandy brown hair and blue eyes and an easy smile. He was similarly muscular and athletic to Jason and had played Full Back to Jasons Centre.
Marty continued "Jeeez Miss we arent making much noise and the library is supposed to be for everyone ! We cant help it that your class finds us more interesting than your teaching ! Why dont you just chill out "
This comment provoked a burst of giggling from the other end of the library as Miss Jamiesons class dropped all pretence of working and listened in. Miss Jamieson shot a furious glance at them, causing them to all turn around in their seat and wait quietly.
Miss Jamieson went red and hissed between her gritted teeth "That is impertinent Jackson - dont think you are immune to school discipline lad .. just because you are in the final few days !"
Martys temper was up and he ignored Jasons warning hand on his arm and blurted "Thats exactly what I think... MISS .. for gods sake we are about the graduate and the last thing we need is this kind of _s_h_i_t_ from some ditzy junior teacher !"
Miss Jamieson went bright red and every boy in the library held his breath, unsure of what she would do. Marty suddenly realised he might have gone too far. She looked about to burst into tears for a moment, but took a deep breath and daubed her eyes with a handkerchief.
Miss Jamieson said in a low voice "Jackson - go and stand in front of my yr. 9 class .. I want to teach you all a lesson".
Marty stood in shocked silence , and turned and walked down to the front of the room. Jason watched the turn of events in silent surprise. Marty tried apologising to Miss Jamieson all the way to the front of the class, but she didnt react. The Yr. 9 English class was now over and the lads knew they were in for some top entertainment - they sat back and prepared to watch the fireworks.
Soon Marty Jackson was standing before them. He was a popular hero amongst the junior boys. He stood 6 tall in his tight fitting summer uniform of charcoal grey shorts and a short sleeved shirt, and so he towered over the 54", petite Miss Jamieson. He tried to look nonchalant and stood with his hands on his hips ..waiting.
Miss Jamieson glares at him and snapped "This boy seems to think he is above school rules , well Im here to show him he isnt about getting a whacking just like any other naughty little boy."
Marty looked at her in shock "But . but .. Im a senior .. we dont get whacked with a ruler ..."
Miss Jamieson looked at him and sneered "Would you rather I called the headmaster or the Coach to bring a cane ?"
Marty blushed and mumbled "No Miss " and hung his head.
Miss Jamieson smiled in triumph "very well turn around and bend over and touch your toes lad - this will bring back memories."
The Yr. 9 English class was treated to the sight of their hero Senior halfback bending over in front of them. His tight shorts stretched across his muscular backside - forming the perfect target. He had decided that if he was going to have to be demeaned by taking a whacking hed show these young guys the right way to do it
Jason stood and walked to the back of the classroom area. Jason had a bad feeling about all this and blurted out "But Miss .. you cant whack him in here !!!"
Miss Jamieson glared at Jason as her Yr 9 boys swivelled as one to see another of their heroes enter the fray. She said "And why not Kirkston ?"
Jason blushed and said "Uh .. well its the second last day .. and ... he is a senior .. and .. uh .. he shouldnt get it in front of these guys"
The Yr 9 lads felt a sudden resentment towards Jason - who seemed to be unfairly trying to deny them the fun of seeing Jackson get it.
Miss Jamieson smiled and said "well I disagree with you - go and sit down and work quietly."
Jason flushed and snapped "No Miss .. this is wrong .. you cant do it !"
Miss Jamieson said quietly "Are you being impertinent too Kirkston ? Do you want to join your mate up here ?"
Jason fumed "Im just trying to stop you making even more of an idiot of yourself! But obviously you are too STUPID to realise what you are doing." The whole room was silent as no boy could quite believe what he had heard - not even Jason.
Miss Jamiesons eyes were bright this time and she didnt look ready to fall apart but she took a deep breath before saying "Ahh .. how noble .. volunteering to accept the punishment with your mate. Come up here and stand to the side."
Jason hung his head and walked up to stand to the side and await his own whacking.
Miss Jamieson tapped the thick , metre long wooden ruler, with a metal strip down one side on Marty Jacksons muscular backside. She admired the boys physique almost as much as Jason Kirkston . and she was quite excited to be whacking them both.
The class was totally silent as she stepped back and SWAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTED the ruler as hard as she could.
Marty had been sweating slightly, nervous about appearing appropriately tough in front of junior lads, but now he let out a breath and relaxed . Hed been whacked much harder than that and so he knew hed take this without difficulty. He simply remained silent - smiling slightly that some of the junior lads winced.
Miss Jamieson was surprised that the lad hadnt made a sound - she was used to yr 9 lads. She brought the ruler down hard two more times ... SWAAAAAAAAAAAAATT ... SWAAAAAAAAAAT. Still not a peep or a movement from Jackson who acted like nothing had happened.
She stepped back again and brought the ruler down hard three times ... SWWWAAAAAAAATS ... SWWWAAAAAAAAAATS .... SWAAAAAAAAAATS.
She frowned in frustration as the lad appeared unmoved. She told him to stand, and Marty stood and turned and smirked at the class - who all now looked on him in awe .. as none of them could have been so cool after a whacking that hard.
Miss Jamieson began to worry that this was backfiring as the Yr 9 lads were seeing that her wackings were not to be feared.
Marty swaggered over to stand beside Jason and the two of them grinned - giving each other the team hand shake, much to the amusement of the younger lads. Jason then swaggered over and bent over without being asked. The class was treated to the sight of a second heros backside -ready to be whacked.
Miss Jamieson paused to admire her favourite backside in the whole school. She gently ran her hand over its contours and tapped the ruler across it. She brought the ruler across it as hard as she could three times quickfire .. SWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATS.... SWAAAAAAAAAAAAAATS ... SWAAAAAAAAAAAAAATS ....
Like Marty, Jason was easily able to take the swats. Part of him enjoyed it - being able to show off in front of an admiring crowd did his healthy male ego good.
The mood of the room changed when a deep male voice called out "I see you have a problem there Miss Jamieson .. perhaps i could help ?"
Coach Fuller walked into the classroom area and shook his head at Marty - who suddenly looked more worried. He also patted Jason on the back and murmured "stay down sport - you arent finished yet".
Jason suddenly started to sweat .. a swat from the Coach, even with the ruler, was nothing to sneer at. He didnt feel so confident.
The Coach picked the ruler up from Miss Jamieson, who smiled at him in gratitude, and he said "husky lads like this need a firm hand !"
"The library called me to say there was a disturbance from two very impertinent, but senior lads .. and i assume you are punishing them for that ?"
"Yes Coach" confirmed Miss Jamieson.
"Hmmmm" pondered the Coach as he paced behind Jason Kirkstons bent over form. He always enjoyed whacking these two lads. "How many have they had ?" he asked.
"Jackson has had six" said Miss Jamieson "While Kirkston is halfway through - he has only had three".
"I see" said the Coach "well Id better make them even " and with that he swung the ruler and hard and brought it crashing down across Jasons backside with a resounding CRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAACK ... CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK ... CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK !!!!!
Jason gasped softly at the thunderous whacks - as he sweated nervously. The other lads were all silent , very intimidated by the Coachs presence. Marty felt for poor Jase lucking out and getting the extra hard swats - still he was proud his buddy had remained virtually silent.
Coach tapped the ruler, not so softly, on Jasons backside and said "Up you get Jase."
Jason stood sheepishly and went to stand beside Marty - all swagger and arrogance gone. He gently rubbed his stinging behind.
Coach then asked Miss Jamieson to fill him in on exactly what had happened, while the two senior lads stood there, heads hanging - suddenly feeling really bad about their arrogant behaviour.
Coach listened and then said "I have had cause to discipline these two more times than anyone cares to remember because of their rugby careers - they are strong and tough lads, but generally good lads too. It is disappointing they didnt choose to finnish their senior year in the exemplary manner in which they conducted themselves for most of it."
Both Marty and Jase suddenly felt really bad and hung their heads and murmured Sorry Coach .. sorry Miss".
Coach nodded and said "Leadership is a big responsibility lads - you owe these younger guys better leadership than you showed today."
Jase flushed and looked up at the class and said "ah yeah .. sorry guys .. just got carried away with preparations for the formal and all .. Im ..Im sorry"
Marty couldnt look up but said "er .. yeah .. we just got carried away coz its the end of term for us .. sorry".
Coach watched them for a moment and said "Now - I think we have used up enough of Miss Jamiesons class time - now these two have an appointment with me in the gym"
Coach shoved both young man in the back and they stumbled forward.
Jase looked at Coach in shock as they exited the library "Coach .. you .. .. you . you . dont mean ... ?"
Coach smiled grimly "thats exactly what I mean Jason .. just because its almost the end of your school career doesnt mean the normal rules dont apply. You and Marty get changed into PE kit and report to me in the gym in 5 minutes. Now GO !"
The two 18 yr od seniors ran off down the pathway - knowing the consequences of being late would be too awful. Both lads realised that their dates tomorrow night would be getting a good view of schoolboy stripes, and they hoped that their girlfriends were as turned on by the idea s they both were.
For all the excitement, both were nervous as hell - with their stomachs churning with a deep seated fear of what Coach might do to them. Both rationally knew that it would be a few stripes of the cane - nothing more, but the look in Coachs eye told them, more than anything that they were both going to pay for letting him down.
Four and a half minutes later both lads arrived at the gym in their tight PE shorts and a t-shirt. They both were breathing hard and knew that all the seniors had noticed them racing to put on gym kit and so wild rumours were now circulating about them both getting caned.
They arrived from their respective dorms at about the same tome. They looked at each other and gave the football team hand shake while Jason murmured "well if we have to get caned on the second last day .. at least were getting it together." Marty looked at his friend and briefly thumped on the back and said "Amen to that brother ", his voice husky.
After exactly 5 minutes the door to the gym opened and Coach Fuller let them enter. A vaulting horse was set up in the centre of the gym, and three senior canes were standing beside it. Both Jason and Marty felt their asses tighten and their breath catch at the sight of the big senior canes . They needed no further confirmation, Coach was not fooling around today.
Coach looked at the two lads and sighed - he had known them both since they started playing Rugby at age 11 and had watched with pride as they grew into the leaders and tough resourceful young men he hoped they would become.
H e looked at them and said "Ok boys - you know the drill, stand before the horse, one of each side, with your hands on your head". He nodded as the boys stood in the correct places and took the right stance.
The Coach paced up and down between the two young men and the horse. Finally he turned and said "Ok you two - I have a dilemma. Im not revealing any secrets to say that you two have been the outstanding members of this senior year."
Both Jason and Marty looked at Coach in surprise and then looked at each other smiling at the compliment. Jason looked at his Coach and said sincerely "Thanks Coach .. that means a lot coming from you." Marty murmured his agreement.
Coach Fuller smiled and said "Yes well ... its therefore pretty lousy timing for you two to end your year by getting into trouble for being rude and disruptive of all things."
The boys looked across at each other and blushed , finally looking at the floor and murmuring "yes Sir" in unison.
Coach sighed deeply and said "So Ive decided that Im not going to force you two to take a caning over this ."
Both boys visibly relaxed, and Jason grinned and blurted "Awww gee thanks Coach !"
The Coach held his hand up "No wait a sec lads .. let me finnish before you get too happy over this ! I think you need to make a decision choice between two options - one, I could "officially" inform the headmaster of your actions today and you could both lose out at the graduation ceremony on prizes which you are currently down as getting. You would also get a lecture from the Head and leave the school with a black mark on your record."
As Jason was about to protest, the Coach held up his hand and continued "Or .. let me finish Jase ... OR .. you could ask me to give you the caning you deserve , in which case there will be no need to involve the Headmaster and no change to the awards ceremony for tomorrow."
Coach continued "The reason for this is I think that as young men about to enter the real world you are old enough to take responsibility for your own actions. Now choose well lads .. I want you to whisper your individual choice to me."
After a few moments, the Coach went over and stood beside Marty and said softly to him "Made up your mind Marty ?". At Martys nod, he leaned over and said "tell me softly."
Marty said softly in reply "I want to get the caning I deserve please Sir". The Coach simply nodded.
He then went over to Jason and asked the same questions and got the same answer "the cane please Sir."
The Coach went back and stood before the two boys and said "Very well .. you have both chosen exactly as I would wish you to have chosen. You have both elected to take the caning." Despite their tension and nervousness, the two lads looked at each other and grinned in fraternal bond - they had both known that only one option was open to them.
The Coach noticed and grinned too - "Yes well you two are nothing if not predictable !"
He picked up the first cane and swiiiiiiiiiiiiished it through the air, and flicking it experimentally.
"Alright - Marty went first in Miss Jamiesons class .. so maybe Jase should go first this time."
Jason took a deep breath and stepped forward and stood at attention in front of the centre of the horse and said "yes SIR".
Fuller looked at Jason and said "Alright, now the penalty fro what you have done is six strokes on shorts and six strokes bare with the senior sports cane. Now - do you still want to ask for the caning that you deserve."
Jase took a deep breath - 12 strokes with that cane would be the worst punishment hed ever received , but he knew he couldnt and wouldnt back out now. He said firmly "yes SIR, I realise I have been impertinent, rude and disruptive to Miss Jamieson and so I ask you to punish me as I deserve Sir."
Coach nodded and said "Very well - approach the horse and lean over it and grab the lowest rung. "
Jase leaned over the horse and stood up on his toes to stretch to the lost rung - his thin white PE shorts stretched to almost breaking point across his muscular backside.
Coach ran his hands over the shorts to make sure of no padding and slapped Jases bum a couple of times and murmured "Good - you are ready".
Jase was sweating profusely as he got into position. he was nervous as hell and was praying that he took this well, as he couldnt stand letting the Coach or Marty down and they expected him to take this like a man. He felt the Coach rub his bum and the the thud of the cane tapping across the middle of his bum. he tried to clear his mind and stay calm.
The coach tapped the cane a couple of times .. TAP .... TAP.
He then stepped back and swung the cane back over his shoulder. he then skipped forward and brought the cane .swwwwishing down and THWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKED it hard across Jases backside.
Jase screwed his eyes shut and gripped the horse as hard as he could as the white hot pain seared across his bum.
Marty went pale at the sight - knowing from the tightness in Jases shoulders how much his friend was hurting.
Coach applied the cane with equal vigour a second, third and fourth tiime. Each stroke crashed just slightly below the former one, and each time Jase remained silent, although his -shirt was now soaked with sweat, and his knuckles were almost white from gripping the horse. The young man had his eyes screwed shut as the fourth stroke struck and as he opened his eyes he blinked back tears and whimpered softly. All he could focus on was the pain now.
The Coach tapped Jases muscular backside and admired the lads stoicism. He said softly "Last one on the shorts lad " and swung the cane with equal force, just a bit lower and and : THWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKED it hard and low.
Jase had screwed his eyes up again and GASPED at the stinging blow and emitted a strangled "arrgh" - the first real sound he had made.
Marty felt his own heart thumping in alarm at the punishment being inflicted on his friend.
Coach looked between Jases sweat soaked back and Martys worried expression and said "Alight Jase - well done so far , now stand up and step away from the horse and put your hands on your head. Don you dare touch your backside or you will get extra."
Jase croaked "Yes Sir" and stood painfully and quickly wiped the wettness from his eyes and stepped back and put his hands on his head. His backside throbbed with six painful stripes as he tried to breath normally.
Coach then said "Ok ... Jase can have a break while I give Marty the first half of his caning - so Marty approach the horse, lean over it and grab the lowest rung"
Marty took a deep breath and followed the instructions. He had to stretch a bit further than Jase and was right on his tip toes once he got into position his shorts very tightly stretched across his bum .
Coach marvelled at two lads having such perfect bums for canings, while both were also boisterous enough to get it regularly, tough enough to take it stoically and otherwise were good enough for it to be worth bothering punishing them at all. And they were best friends and great Rugby players to boot. Coach shook his head and marvelled that he wouldnt see a pair like them for a while as he TAPED the cane on Martys bum.
Marty concentrated on trying to breathe, so he could at least try to task it as well as Jase.
Jase just concentrated on the fire in his bum , and tried to not burst into tears at the searing agony that came from just standing there. At first he was only dimly aware as the six searing strokes were applied to his best friends backside. However, as Jase became calmer he noted that Marty also managed to stay quiet although he was also whimpering and tearful as he stood uncertainly after the sixth and stood back before the horse - hands on his head.
The two lads made eyes contact as Marty returned, sniffing slightly into position - the shared pain and pride and brotherhood fortified both their spirits, as Jase became aware that Coach was calling him forward.
Jase stepped back towards the horse and lowered his PE shorts and then bent over the horse and grabbed the lowest rung. His backside felt horribly exposed, and he jolted slightly when the cool tip of the cane TAPED against the bare skin.
Then suddenly it began again as Coach stepped back, raised the cane and skipped forward and brought the cane swiiiiiiiiiiiiiishing down and THWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKED the cane hard and low against his bum. Jase GASPED arrrrrrrgh art the searing pain and squeezed his eyes shut and tried to control his breathing.
However the pain built more as the eighth stroke soon THWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKED against his poor suffering bum. He moaned .. ARRRRRGH ... and held on as tight as he could, but soon felt the searing ninth and tenth strokes coming one after the other, each harder and lower.
Marty was only now becoming aware of what was happening , as the pain in his own bum eased and he noted in alarm the vivid welts across Jases bum. Jase was clearly in a lot of pain now as he whimpered and sobbed after each stroke.
The eleventh and twelfth strokes were applied hard and low across Jases bum and the young man sobbed quietly and hung on to resist the urge to leap up and rub his flaming backside.
Coach finally rested his hand on the small of Jases back and murmured softly "Its over Jase - you took that bloody well and Im very proud of you .. now stand up slowly and pull your shorts up and stand with your hands on you head and wait fro Marty to get it"
Coach hovered to assist Jase as he stood stiffly, but the young man was soon able to return to stand, wipes his face with his wrist, and then put his hands on his head and wait fro Marty. He looked straight ahead and tried to control his breathing - not daring to look Marty in the eye this time.
Marty looked horrified at his his friend - realising that his backside must be pure agony. He took a deep breath and stepped forward and lowered his own shorts and bent over the horse.
The six strokes were just as hard and searing and Marty held on for dear life as his backside burned. He was sobbing quietly by stroke 8 but managed to hang on and not break down any more for the last four.
Marty didnt realise his last 6 were over until Coach put his hand on his back and murmured "Its over Marty - you took that really well and Im very proud . Now stand up and you can pull your shorts up and rejoin Jason". Coach helped Marty to stand and hobble back to stand beside Jase.
Coach said "Ok guys , relax and stand easy .. you may rub your bums if you would like." The two boys hands immediately clamped themselves to their flaming backsides and so he gave the two a few minutes to compose themselves and get more comfortable.
Both boys were still massaging their rumps as Coach stood and said "Ok lads - the slate is wiped clean and so you are both clear to receive your awards tomorrow. You took the honourable route today and both took your medicine like men." The two boys both stood a little taller at that, their chests puffing out.
Coach continued "Thats the last school caning youll ever get from me. In a funny way Im glad we had the opportunity to make it memorable. Ive watched you both grow and make me proud, and I know this is just the next step of even bigger things." Coach looked at them both, his voice constricting with emotion.
Jase and Marty looked at each other and then at their coach and simultaneously stepped forward and grabbed him in to a three way hug. Jase, whose voice was also thick with emotion spoke for both lads saying "Thanks Coach .. dont know what we would have done if you hadnt been there to straighten us both out, both today and on all those days for the last 7 years."
Coach Fuller blinked back tears of his own as the two husky teenagers hugged him and then volunteered to carry the horse back to its regular place. They left once the room was tidy , and he had no doubt they would go to the change rooms to check out their stripes and then that their stripes would cause a sensation in the dorms tonight as no boys had been caned so hard for many years.
Both lads were able to take their rightful places on the podium the next day. receiving a full range of honours and prizes , and both with their backsides still throbbing with pain .. reminding them of the hard lessons they had learnt.