Tales From My Study 12


by Es_s_e_x_ Headmaster <Alngreens@aol.com>

If you went to a school that insisted on school uniform I bet that when you started you were very proud to wear it but by the time you left you probably hated it. Such is life. All independent schools insist on a school uniform and quite right too. In the local comprehensives that cannot enforce a school uniform the lads adopt their own : a dirty tee shirt, torn jeans and dirty gym shoes. Cheap and nasty. Whereas our boys were dressed smartly and it put them in the right frame of mind for school the comprehensive lads were in reality poking two fingers at authority right from the start of their day.

Well why am I droning on about all this I hear you ask as you almost fall asleep and cant wait till I get to the caning bits.....I will tell you. It all started one day when we had a staff meeting and just when I thought it was going very well and I was about to wrap the meeting up one of the keener junior staff, who clearly did not know that he was not meant to squeak for at least his first three years, said that he wanted to raise the matter of the school uniform.

His appointment was quite interesting in itself. I needed a new teacher for French and at the time there was no shortage of applicants. In fact, we had about 15 teachers applying, mainly from experienced teachers who were trying to get out of the rather rough comprehensives! I was not going to interview all fifteen – it would take far too long and would eat into my caning time, er - I mean marking and preparation time. I decided to call two male and two female – mustnt be seen to be _s_e_x_ist these days. The first female was a flighty young thing but she was using those eyelashes on the wrong Headmaster and she stood no chance. The first man was an experienced master who looked rather bored with life. When we got on to the subject of discipline he said he was totally against any form of corporal punishment. It was at that point that any prospect that he might have had of getting the post vanished into thin air. The second lady was a middle aged matron of overbearing proportions. She could have squashed the more boisterous boys alright but I had the feeling that she might have wanted to treat the poor old headmaster in the same way. I was taking no chances. The last applicant was this newly qualified young man who had so far been turned down on all his previous applications. He was half French in that he had a French father but had been educated in English schools and then in an English University. He was absolutely bi-lingual. He came in and immediately I warmed to him as he flashed a very pleasant smile at me. He had a graceful slim figure and was dressed in a smart black suit, with very tight fitting trousers. As he turned round to close the door he dropped something on the floor and as he bent down to pick it up his trousers tightened very nicely on his rather cute bottom. He did not need to say anything – he already had the job! Mr Ian Fessee won hands down – or rather, bottom down.

You see interviews are just a lottery. Providing you have the right qualifications it is just a matter of whether your face fits or not – or in my case whether your bottom fits! He was only in his twenties and was really very cute, and in different circumstances I could have had him over my knee and......I digress as usual.

Let us return to the staff meeting. I thought for a moment that this foolish lad was going to argue against the idea of school uniform but much to my astonishment this really nice young man said that he was very much in favour of a school uniform. However, he went on to say that if we are going to have a school uniform we should adhere to it strictly. I could not agree more. He continued to observe that the school rules clearly stated that the boys should wear grey trousers but he had noticed that the lads had taken advantage of this and were wearing anything from what was really light blue to an almost black colour and calling it all grey. How very observant of him I thought. Had he been studying the boys trousers for long I wondered to myself. The other members of staff chimed in to back him up and wanted to know what I was going to do about it.

"Well," I said, "What do you expect me to do about it? – do you expect me to order all the boys to report to my study and ask them to bend down so that I can inspect the colour of their trousers?" I asked sarcastically – mind you, I thought to myself, that could be fun after all, and I went into a little daydream in which boy after boy bent down to show me the curve of his buttocks as his trousers tightened against him.

"Perhaps that is not practical," one of the senior spoilsports –er I mean - members of staff suggested. "Form masters could send you any boy who in their opinion is not wearing the correct colour of grey and you could deal with those lads."

"I think that form masters could deal with this matter themselves," I said, not wanting to have to decide what is grey and what is not. "If they get nowhere then they can send the lad in question to me."

"As there is no further business to discuss," I quickly said, not wanting to hear any more on the subject and wanting to get to my liquid sustenance, "this meeting is now closed."

I really forgot all about the subject until one week later when an angry parent arrived one morning and demanded to see me. He turned out to be Mr Payne, the father of one of the lads in Fessees form and it seems that his son had been put over his form masters knee and been spanked just because his trousers were not the right colour of grey. I said I was outraged and I would deal with the matter forthwith. The parent took his leave in due course mollified by the thought that the teacher in question would be seen.

In actual fact I told my secretary to get me one Ivor Payne and have him report immediately. The young lad sauntered into my study with a nasty smug look on his face. I am not sure if he expected to receive some sort of apology but he was dealing with me.

"Come here, young man," I said in a tone of voice which was not in the slightest bit apologetic. He began to look a little concerned. "I understand from your father that you have been punished for not wearing the correct trousers and you complained about it. I need to inspect your trousers – take them off."

" T-t-take them off, sir?" queried the by now unhappy wretch. " You heard me – get them off, now!" I growled and the lad duly obeyed. I took them to the window and looked at them by the light. "These are not school grey, boy, these are light blue!"

"B-b-but, sir," stammered the boy.

" No buts, boy. These are blue arent they?" I thundered at him and the poor lad just nodded in agreement, too frightened to contradict me. "Right, then, you deserve to be punished for breaking school rules – bend over my desk."

This was out turning out how the lad had expected and he bent over my desk with his little white pants now in the position I like. I took out my cane and whacked him three times.

"That is for breaking school rules," I said and then gave him another three strokes, "and that is for complaining to your father. If I hear any more from you or your father about this matter you will be looking for another school, do you understand?"

" Yes, sir," replied the white faced shaken lad who was by now putting his trousers back on again.

I let him return to his class and, of course, I never did hear any more about the matter - and the boy bought himself a pair of trousers which were definitely grey.

I then asked my secretary to tell Mr Fessee to come to my study at break time and, of course he duly arrived. I immediately broached the subject. "I have had an unpleasant interview with Mr Payne, Ivors father. He is complaining that you spanked his lad, is that true?"

"Yes, Headmaster, I spanked him because he was insolent and said that no one else had complained about the colour of his trousers."

"You are aware, arent you, that I am the only person in this school who administers any form of corporal punishment? The father is very annoyed and is threatening to take you to court, " I said, lying through my false teeth. Ian Fessee was beginning to feel like a small boy in trouble with his Headmaster. "I am afraid that I am going to have to ask you to resign your post at the end of this term."

This came as a complete thunderbolt out of the blue and it struck home immediately. Young Ian went very white and I feel sure that tears were swelling up in the poor mans eyes. He knew that if he was made to leave after only one term he would never get another post again. Oh I can be a real swine on occasions – like every good Headmaster.

After letting him suffer for a minute or two I then said casually that there might be an alternative. I lied even more and said that Mr Payne would forget the matter if Mr Fessee was given the same treatment as he had given to his son and I wondered if he would like to receive a dose of corporal punishment from me and in that case he could stay on in the school and the matter would be closed. Oh I do love a bit of blackmail.

At this point Ian began to brighten up quite considerably and agreed at once. In fact, I was quite taken aback by how quickly he agreed and he looked as though that was a great solution to the problem. I told him to be at my cottage at 10 oclock sharp on Saturday morning. I then dismissed him like the little boy he had become.

When Saturday morning came I wondered if Ian would in fact turn up but as the clock began to chime at ten there was a knock on my door and there he was. He was no longer in his formal suit but he was dressed casually but still very smart. He had a pale blue shirt, open at the collar, and a pair of designer jeans which hugged his waist and bottom showing both off to great effect. I bade him enter my palace and told him he was going to be spanked and then caned. He just nodded in agreement and was not at all concerned.

"Right," I thought to myself, "I will shake him up." I then told him to take all his clothes off as I was going to deal with him in the nude. He was not disturbed in the slightest and proceeded to strip completely as though it was the expected thing to do when visiting your Headmaster at home! I think I was more surprised than he was. He was totally obedient and totally submissive. I ordered him over my knee and began to feel those very same buttocks that I had first admired in the interview room. They were a delightful creamy colour and I could not help tracing their contours before I began spanking first one side and then the other. His bottom showed the red splotches where my hand landed and they soon became just one large red splash of colour. He did not budge and did not attempt to move but I could feel that he was growing hard underneath. When Iwas satisfied that I had had enough of that – never mind him – I then ordered him to bend over my table. He stretched out his hands in front of him and he was completely at my mercy. I produced one of the spare canes I keep at home and I took careful aim. Six beautiful red lines appeared on his bottom as I thrashed him as hard as I could. He still did not budge or murmur but I told him he could now get dressed. Then came the complete surprise because he stayed in that position and asked if he could have another six strokes! I obliged and then realised that he was one of those very many guys who enjoy being spanked and caned by an older man.

Once he was dressed I made us both a cup of coffee and we chatted away. He confirmed what I had guessed and he admitted that he had been to spanking clubs in London and he really enjoyed it. So we made a regular Saturday date and while he taught at my school he continued to report to me every week and we were both very contented individuals.....


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