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Ivor Beech and Melvin Tyerman had been friends for many years. They had taught in the same school before Ivor moved out into educational management, as a local authority advisor. In the meantime, Melvin had advanced through deputy head and then as headmaster. In that role, he had overseen the education of Kevin, Ivor's son, who was the current subject of conversation.
Melvin said, "After those 'A' level results, I imagine that Kevin will be off to university?"
Ivor replied, "If the bugger can stay out of trouble for long enough."
"He was never much trouble in school. What's happened?"
"He's got in with the wrong set. I'm afraid it could even be drugs, but he's been drinking, and worse."
"I guess he's old enough to drink now. He can buy it legally."
"I agree. I hope he can drink sensibly and handle his drink before he goes to university. The trouble is that that gang are just out to cause trouble. They get pie-eyed and then cause a rumpus. He's already had a warning from the police. I've spoken with him but it's had no effect. Now he's got away with something serious, but only by the skin of his teeth."
"What's he done now?"
"I've been arranging for driving lessons for him. Yesterday he took my car out without permission, without a qualified driver, without L plates and with three of his mates. Fortunately, his mother saw the car in Tesco car park. She knew I'd not taken the car and she waited to see what would happen. They came back armed with cans of beer, and so he could have added driving under the influence to the list."
"What have you done?"
"I've grounded him while I work it out. At least, that's what I intended to do, but he's defied me and gone out with his mates again."
"You never went in for corporal punishment, did you?"
"I couldn't bring myself to do it. I had no worries about it happening and never complained when he was caned at school. I just couldn't do it myself."
Melvin said, "I have done it for another old boy. That time, it was at his mother's request. His father had gone away."
Ivor said, "This is a _d_a_m_n_ed sight more serious than six of the best. I'm seriously contemplating reporting him to the police. He's got to be stopped and what he did then was criminal. Taking a car without the owner's permission, driving without a licence, driving without insurance and very nearly driving under the influence."
"I was thinking of something a great deal more serious than six of the best. The offer's there if you want to take it up."
Next morning was Saturday and so Ivor was in when Kevin eventually came down for breakfast. Once he was fed, Ivor started.
"Kevin, we've got to have a serious talk."
"Don't get all irate just because I went out last night. I'm not a fourteen year old. It's just not on to try to gate me."
"I'm not getting all irate because of that. I'm desperately concerned that your current behaviour will land you deep in the _s_h_i_t_."
"Come off it, Dad. We're just mates, having a bit of fun."
"Obviously reason won't get through to you. Yesterday's escapade involved several serious criminal acts. I pointed that out to you yesterday. Last night I was talking with Melvin Tyerman. He's made an offer which I'm prepared to take up. As a result, I am now giving you the choice. Either you ask me to arrange with him to give you the thrashing of your life or I go to the police and report you for theft, driving without insurance, driving without a licence - the lot. You know what that will mean. You've already been warned by them."
Kevin's face suddenly took on a more serious appearance. He had never known his father speak like this before. He thought briefly. He had been caned at school and he knew he could take that. It wouldn't be too bad. He didn't want to lose his driving licence before he'd even passed his test.
"I guess that it'll have to be going to Mr Tyerman, if you're serious, Dad."
"I've told you. I've never been more serious in my life. You're going to ask me explicitly to arrange it though. Not just a casual acceptance like that."
Kevin sighed and then said, "Will you arrange for Mr Tyerman to give me a serious thrashing for what I've done, please Dad."
His father rose and went towards the door.
Realising that there was now no way out and that his father would be going to his study for the telephone, Kevin said, "Sometimes, in school, for serious canings, he had boys in PE kit. Ask him if he wants we to bring anything to change into."
"Very well."
Soon he was speaking to his old friend and Kevin's old headmaster.
"I've laid down the law and given him a plain choice - either I go to the police or he asks me to ask you to thrash him. He has asked for that. Do you mind?"
"Not at all. I'm sure it's the best way out of it. I'm a bit tied up this morning but will have the house to myself after two thirty. Claudia's going shopping with friends and then they're having a meal and going to the theatre. Tell him to come to me, here at three. That will give me time to set things up and a bit of an allowance in case she's late setting off."
Thanks, Melvin. I really was afraid that I'd have to shop him. I couldn't see any other way to bring him to heel. By the way, he remembers that you sometimes told serious cases to report in gym kit. He has asked if he should bring something to change into."
"There'll be no need for that. there's no need to tell him. He can find out in dues course, but I'll be giving him the equivalent of a judicial caning when the law had the sense to allow it. It'll be on his unprotected rear end."
"Good. A bit of additional humiliation can only help."
"You can tell him that he has to ask me to do it as well, please."
"Right."
The call soon ended and Ivor returned to his son. "He'll see you at three this afternoon. By the way, in answer to your question, he said that there will be no need to take any special clothing."
"OK, Dad. I'll go out with my mates now, then."
"You won't. You'll be staying in and under my eye. You aren't getting into any more trouble today and you aren't having a chance to get so alcohol to act as an anaesthetic."
"But Dad. It's not till three."
"As a start, you can wash and polish my car and then clean the inside. It's in the drive and when you've finished that, your mother will be back. You can clean hers as well - inside and out."
Cleaning cars is not the most mind filling operation and Kevin had plenty of time for his mind to return to his impending fate. He knew it would hurt, but at least he would have his trousers as some protection. He had never had to report in PE kit himself.
His mind went back to the time when he had been caught smoking. It was in the fourth form and he was fourteen at the time. It was the second time that term that he had been caught smoking. The previous offence had earned him three strokes. Now he remembered standing in front of Mr Tyerman.
"Smoking again, Beech?"
"I'm sorry, sir."
"You're going to be a great deal sorrier before I've finished. It seems that three strokes wasn't enough to persuade you to give up the filthy habit. We' ll have to try six. Remove your blazer and hang it over the back of that chair."
Kevin remembered doing it slowly, trying to delay the inevitable for as long as possible.
"Now pull your shirt tail up so that it is well clear of your seat."
He obeyed.
"Now pull your trousers up tight and kneel on that chair, bend over the back and reach down as far as you can onto the other chair."
Kevin remembered the fear in the pit of his stomach as he approached the two chairs placed, back to back. He knelt on the indicated chair, bent forward over its back, reaching out so that he could hold the legs of the second chair.
The headmaster had then said, "You remain in place until I tell you to rise. You remain stationary as well. If you move during a stroke, that stroke will not count. If you delay proceedings you will also get more. Do you understand?"
Kevin remembered that he was wishing that he would now get on with it instead of dragging things out like this. He said, "Yes, sir."
His mind went back to that first stroke. It was done harder than the previous three had been. The headmaster was clearly not only increasing the number but also the power. He still remembered how the pain had surged from the cut of the cane, almost filling his entire body. As he recalled this event, a new sensation also occurred. He had only been fourteen then. Now, at eighteen, the memory of that caning was developing an erection.
He remembered each of those six strokes, delivered with equal power. He has been unable to prevent tears but had remained in place, avoiding extra strokes.
After he had put his blazer on and got out of the study, he recalled going straight to the toilets where his friends were waiting. This time, he dropped his trousers and pants to display his stripes. One of his friends had whistled.
"Blimey! He really laid that on."
Kevin had replied, You're telling me. They aren't just marks. They're sort of raised this time. Do you want to feel?"
He remembered several hands exploring his rump. It had been pleasant that time. Now the memory added to his already well developed erection.
At lunch time, his father said, "I know it's not far, but I'll drive you round to Melvin."
"There's no need, Dad. I won't scarper. It's better to have a bit of a sore backside than to be up in court."
His father thought to himself that his son was in for a shock. He was due for more than a bit of a sore backside.
At one minute to three, Ivor Beech drove his car onto the drive belonging to his friend. Father and son disembarked and approached the door. Their host was clearly ready for the front door was opened and they both went in.
Mr Tyerman said, "I understand that you have something you wish to ask me, Beech?"
Kevin forced himself to say, "I've done some stupid things, sir, and my father has offered me the possibility of accepting a thrashing from you rather than his going to the police. Would you give me that thrashing, please, sir."
"That certainly seems a more sensible way out of it, avoiding messing up your career. You are now eighteen and old enough to make a decision like that. however, to be on the safe side, in case parental permission is required, I have prepared a request for you and your father to sign.
Kevin read the document and attached his signature. His father followed suit.
Mr Tyerman said, "Just go to the toilet and make sure that your bladder and bowels are empty. We don't want any accidents."
When had had completed in there, Kevin re-emerged, now wishing to get the whole business over. Mr Tyerman led the way into a lounge. Even though it faced the garden, the blinds were closed so that no prying eye should accidentally see what was happening. Kevin saw a trestle standing there with leather straps on it.
"Take your trousers and pants off and bend over that trestle."
He hesitated and his father snapped, "Get on with it, boy. I told you it would be a serious thrashing. I'm only here at this stage so that you will realise that it's being done with my approval."
Reluctantly, Kevin sat down, removed his shoes so that he could get his trousers off and then took his underpants off as well.
His father said, "Juts take your socks off as well. You really look rather silly in them."
Kevin obeyed and then draped himself over the trestle. Soon his wrist and ankles were secured with straps and a wide leather belt held his body in place. He was unable to move.
Ivor Beech said, "I'll leave you to it now that he's secure, Melvin. He's entitled to his privacy for the thrashing."
"I'll see you out."
A few minutes later he returned.
"Just so that there's no misunderstanding, I need to do a little explaining. You aren't a fourteen year old schoolboy now and what you have done is many times more serious than being caught smoking. There have been the recent series of criminal acts, but there has also been disgraceful behaviour involving drink and riotous behaviour amongst other things. Some years ago, before our legislators became so yellow livered, caning and the birch were amongst the options available to the courts. I am going to use a cane such as would have been used then and with the power that would have been used. It won't be a pleasant experience, but you didn't come here for that. So that it doesn't take you too much by surprise, I suggest that you turn you head and look at the cane."
Kevin raised his head, turned and gasped. In the headmaster's hand was a cane at least four feet long, far long than those used in school. It was far thicker as well, but as the headmaster flexed it, it was obviously still very flexible.
"There will be no question of your delaying proceedings , as boys occasionally did in school, by moving away. You have been secured. I would appreciate it if you would also remain as quiet as possible. Try to take your medicine with dignity."
Kevin took a deep breath. This was not going to be the walk over he had been imagining. He had signed a request for it and there was now no escape.
He heard the headmaster move into position. He was unaware of the fact because the aiming was done with the cane an inch above his seat. Then the cane was taken right back before it was driven forward again into his waiting seat.
Thwhacckkk!
Kevin had been intensely aware of the vulnerability of his naked seat. Now he knew just how vulnerable it was. That stroke seemed to flood from the line of contact and fill his entire body. He wanted to take it with dignity but he could not suppress a gasp.
The headmaster said, "To help you to cope, I'll be giving you a pause between each stroke so that you can recover."
Kevin surprised himself by saying, "Thank you, sir."
A further movement indicated that the time of waiting was over. The headmaster aimed about half an inch below the first stroke and parallel with it.
Thwhacckkk!
Once again, Kevin gasped as the power of the stroke was driven into his seat. Even in his discomfort, he was able to remember the erection which the memory of his school caning had caused. So far, at least, this was not doing that. perhaps it was too painful, he mused.
Thwhacckkk!
The third stroke fell.
The headmaster looked at his handiwork. Three parallel stripes. The boy was taking it well.
Thwhacckkk!
Another pause and then, Thwhacckkk!
That was five.
Thwhacckkk!
Kevin was wondering whether six would be his sentence. His answer came, not with another stroke, but with the headmaster standing by his head with a glass of water and saying, "Take a few sips. You're taking it well so far, but we haven't finished, I'm afraid. We don't want you fainting, though."
What Kevin was aware of is that the last two strokes had been amongst the worst. The headmaster had cut low, right in that sensitive area where buttock becomes thigh.
He gratefully accepted the water and took a deep draught.
Just then the telephone rang.
"You're going to have a longer break than I intended. Just try to relax."
The headmaster went out of the room and Kevin was left alone.
Now he realised that he was getting an erection. Mercifully, he had arranged himself on the trestle when he bent over so that it was pointing in the direction which would allow for expansion.
He felt as though his seat was on fire and he knew that there was more to come. He vowed that he would accept this as a lesson. He would have to find a new set of friends. Then he realised that all he had to do was to return to his old mates and drop the crowd he was going around with now.
It was increasingly dawning on him that, even if his seat was cut to ribbons, he would be getting off lightly and he deserved it all.
Just ten, the door was opened and the headmaster returned.
"Sorry about that. I had to answer it because my mother is in hospital and we're expecting news of her progress, one way or the other, in the next few hours."
"I'm sorry to hear about your mother, sir, but the break gave me time to think about things, sir."
"Did this cogitation produce any fruit?"
"Yes, sir. I realised what I fool I've been and how I've nearly blown things. I'm going to drop the gang I've been going round with and go back to my old friends."
"This isn't an attempt to avoid any of your caning, is it?"
"No, sir. I was actually thinking that I would have deserved it if my bottom is cut to ribbons."
"It won't be. The heavier, judicial cane bruises and hurts a lot, but because it's thicker, it's less likely to cut a lot. Had you worked out how many you ought to be having?"
"No, sir."
"Make an estimate."
"Well, what I did is a lot worse than would earn a school caning. I think the most there would be six. This cane is worse than a school cane and it's on bare bum as well. I'd think anything up to four times the school amount would be fair. Say twenty five. That would be a quarter of a century."
"You may be right, but I had decided that the normal maximum for a judicial caning would be enough. You're half way through. Another six to go and we start now."
Once again he was taking aim and once again the cane was driven in.
Thwhacckkk!
"Aargghh!"
He could not suppress the cry of horror as the pain flooded through him.
The headmaster said, "Sorry. The longer pause probably left you a bit more sensitive."
Kevin replied, "It'll be worth it, sir, because I had the chance to think."
Thwhacckkk!
This time, Kevin managed to keep his reaction to a gasp.
Another pause for recovery and then the next one.
Thwhacckkk!
Kevin's backside was becoming increasingly bruised and increasingly tender. It was only with almost superhuman effort that here was not another cry of pain. At least he was now half way through the final six.
He braced himself for the next.
Thwhacckkk!
Once again, as the pain flooded through his body, he managed to control the reaction to a gasp.
Thwhacckkk!
He was into the final pause. The headmaster considered what to do. He was tempted to apply the final stroke squarely in the centre where Kevin could probably take it best but instead, he decided that the lad would appreciate one he could remember for the last stroke.
He aimed, as he had done earlier, at the sensitive junction of buttock and thigh. This time it was too land on an region already sensitive because of previous bruising.
Thwhacckkk!
"Aargghh!"
He had succeeded as Kevin produced almost a scream.
He brought himself under control as the worst of the pain receded and said, "Sorry about that, sir."
"Perhaps I should be apologising, Kevin. I just felt that you wanted a good stroke for the final one."
"I did, sir, but I'm glad it's all over now."
He felt the restraining straps being removed.
"Stay there are long as you need before you get up. I'll leave you to dress in private."
Kevin put his hands round to his seat and felt the weals. He eased himself up and glanced down at his throbbing manhood. He was grateful that he had been left along, although his shirt might have hidden it.
He took his underpants and eased them over his bruised seat and then climbed into his trousers. He put his shoes and socks on and went out into the hall where the headmaster was waiting for him.
He said, "I've just realised, sir. Last time you spoke to me you called me Kevin. It's the first time you've ever used my Christian name."
"It was deliberate. I felt that, after what you had said earlier, there was a different relationship between us."
"I'll get out of your way now, sir. Thank you very much for helping me."
He held out his hand and they shook.
As he approached the door he added, "By the way, sir, I hope the news about your mother is good."
"If I weren't waiting for another call I'd get the car out and run you home."
Kevin grinned. "I'm not sure my bottom is ready to be sat on yet, sir."
He went down the drive, a reformed character.