Author's note
This is End Game #3. The pace hots up. Smith is not done yet. Be warned: don't try anything you read about here at home.
At about noon Smith and his retinue were returning to school to be in time for lunch at twelve thirty. They were entering the school gates when Smith noticed a couple of boys skulking near the shrubbery. The front grounds of the school, other than the gravelled driveway, were out of bounds to boys. As soon as Smith turned his head in their direction the boys disappeared into the shrubbery. Smith ordered Dobson to run and find them and to bring them back to him.
When Dobson approached the spot where the boys had been he had no difficulty finding them. They were hiding ineffectually behind a rhododendron bush.
"What's this?" he said, "Out of bounds and" he peered closely at them "improperly dressed." The boys had their school ties hanging loosely round their necks.
"Please Dobson, we are sorry Dobson" said Pearson, "Please let us off, we will run some errands for you if you like."
"Trying to pervert the course of justice too!" exclaimed Dobson. Dobson was having fun.
The two boys were standing beside the bush and still looking furtive. Dobson peered behind the bush and found a crumpled magazine. It was what in those days was called a "girlie" magazine: little text and plenty of pictures of scantily clad young women, some bare breasted, but nothing, by current standards, the least pornographic.
Dobson's eyes lit up. Point one, he liked such magazines and would confiscate it for his own pleasure. Point two, the tykes were banged to rights, Dr de Ville definitely did not approve of such literature (it's a moot point whether something with very little text should be called literature.)
Dobson returned to Smith with two disconsolate looking youths a few paces behind.
When Smith was apprised of the situation he said "Blenkinsopp, Pearson report to my study at two fifteen and I will decide what to do about this. Also, before reporting you must both take a thorough shower or bath and look your tidiest." This final imperative had become standard for all boys reporting to Smith; Smith was fastidious and didn't fancy touching unclean flesh, touch he certainly intended to do as these two pretty youths had been in his sights for some while yet until today he had no pretext to arraign them.
At one fifty p. m., long before Smith had departed from the refectory table which as a prefect he headed, Aubrey and Beamish had hidden in the closet adjoining the attic dorm. The closet door had a bolt on the inside (one of life's mysteries why) and they had inserted it. They knew they might have to remain there until teatime and had brought a bottle of water and some biscuits. They noted that the bucket might come in handy but both had taken the precaution of emptying their bladder before setting out.
Smith entered his study at two o'clock accompanied by Johann; the others had gone to the dorm.
Smith said "Petreson, I promised you something unpleasant and you shall get it now. However, as you have been loyal I shall spare you the humiliation of getting it in front of the others. You are to get a taste of the Torpedo."
Johann blanched, "Please Dan .... err Smith no."
"Strip and lie on the bed" ordered Smith. "There will be nobody to hold you down. Thus I shall expect you to writhe but you must desist from reaching down, you must show strong a will. If you don't the procedure shall be repeated for the delectation not only of your comrades now gathered in the dorm but also for the miscreants we shall be dealing with this afternoon."
Johann got into position and waited while Smith attached an electrode to the end of his penis and another to his left ball. The attachments felt strange but were not unduly uncomfortable. Smith stuffed a screwed up clean handkerchief between Johann's teeth. Then he switched on the malignant device; it had recently been recharged with fresh copper sulphate solution.
Johann was quivering with fear, he knew what was to come. However, the first sensation was exquisite. He felt his penis respond. Smith used one hand to ease Johann's erection along, something he had not before done for his electric shock victims, and Johann's organ became truly erect and felt ready to burst. At that point Smith removed his hand and suddenly pushed the metal bar fully into the coil.
Johann screamed as best he could with the gag in place, a gurgling muted roar. His body reared forward and his hands sought the electrodes. His hands never reached the electrodes. By an immense effort of will Johann made them fall to grasp his lower belly instead. Suddenly the current stopped.
Thrice more this procedure was repeated and on each occasion Johann passed Smith's test of fortitude. On those three occasions Smith did not give Johann's penis any encouragement and it managed merely a rather limp proto-erection.
On the fifth, the final, trial Smith encouraged Johann to a full erection. This time he did not let matters stop at the point when Johann was bursting to ejaculate but hadn't quite made it. At the very point of ejaculation Smith removed his hand and with his other hand initiated the surge of high voltage current into Johann. Petreson experienced that most rare of sensations: agony and ecstasy simultaneously. Smith was proud of his work despite the rather messy consequences for his bed and the wallpaper on which the bed abutted.
Smith let Johann settle and said "I didn't think you could stick that through the way you did." He waved the wand shaped electrode maliciously and added "I shall spare you this. Let's use it on someone else."
During the forgoing the spies in the closet heard five muffled screams yet nothing that could cause such was happening in the room they were viewing through their peep holes. In the dorm were Dobson, Melrose, Atkins, Thorpe and Drummond talking quietly amongst themselves.
Aubrey whispered to Beamish "Do you think he does it all in his study?"
Beamish replied "We'll have to see. In any case we are stuck here for the duration if we don't want to alert Smith."
Aubrey nodded.
Five minutes after the last scream Smith and Petreson entered the dorm. Aubrey noted that the five occupants of the dorm rose to their feet on Smith's entry.
"OK" said Smith "the court is in session. Wheel in the first delinquent."
Unbeknownst to Aubrey and Beamish there was a line of apprehensive looking youths standing outside Smith's study: Chapman, Pearson, Blenkinsopp, Robinson, and two fifth formers to whom the reader has not yet been introduced – Elliot and Parsons.
Johann went to the door and called "Pearson and Blenkinsopp."
The two boys, freshly showered and neatly attired in their school uniforms approached the door and entered the dorm.
Aubrey whispered "They did it, I wonder how?" He was soon to know.
The charges were stated and the boys admitted their crimes.
Smith pronounced that this was too serious a matter for a prefect to deal with and said the matter would be referred to Dr de Ville.
Pearson and Blenkinsopp looked crestfallen: partly because they didn't fancy a visit to the good doctor but mainly because they thought the plan had failed. Then a light dawned in Blenkinsopp and he said "Please Smith, can't this be dealt with informally?"
Smith said "Severe punishment for you both but you won't come to the attention of the headmaster and all that could mean for future misdemeanours. You both agree?"
Blenkinsopp and Pearson nodded.
"Very well, go with Petreson and sign confessions. He will tell you what to do."
Beamish whispered "So that's how he does it."
The three departed and Elliot and Parsons were brought in.
They too opted for punishment by Smith. They were ordered to go to Smith's study to join the other two writing confessions.
Robinson and Chapman entered next though their offences were unconnected. Chapman was there for the second stage of his "stop smoking" therapy and Robinson had been summoned because Smith felt the need to keep him under control as a slave. In Robinson's case the charge was to do with his "attitude", Robinson didn't have the heart to quibble and was resigned to what was to come though he might have felt less sanguine had he known.
After both youths had acknowledged their shortcomings Smith ordered Chapman to go and stand facing the wall. Robinson was ordered to strip. The lower sixth former obeyed without hesitation.
Smith asked his acolytes "What shall we start with?"
Atkins immediately offered "Slipper."
"Very good," said Smith "Atkins give him six and then each of you will do the same."
Fortunately for Robinson, Atkins, Melrose, Thorpe and Drummond didn't have the strength or weight to give him more than a painful slippering. Dobson and Smith, however, were able to make the last twelve strokes agonising. Robinson was then ordered to stand facing the wall with his hands on his head.
Chapman was ordered to face the throng. His face was already red and he was perspiring.
Smith barked out the order "Strip!"
Chapman's face reddened more and his lip quivered as he stammered "Smith n n n no p p please n n n no." He pulled himself together slightly and managed to enunciate the next clearly "Please Smith, not in front of everybody," then lapsed back into stammering and barely managed "its em em em b b arrassing, its in in in in decent." By now Chapman's face was very red indeed and he was twisting his hands in front of him.
"Simple choice Chapman" said Smith, "strip now or I will ask these boys to help you. You have twenty seconds to obey."
Chapman's internal emotions were clearly visible to the onlookers as they played themselves out on his face. It was touch and go whether he would obey. Yet he realised that come what may he would end up exposed to the present company, doing it himself would be slightly less humiliating than being forcibly stripped. He would have to say goodbye to modesty for the time being. Slowly, very slowly he removed his jacket and began undoing his tie.
"Hurry it up" said Dobson. Dobson began walking toward Chapman with a look of grim determination on his face. Dobson didn't want the afternoon's fun to be delayed by this shrinking violet.
Chapman immediately took the point and hurriedly removed his shirt, shoes, socks, trousers and vest. He stood facing the others one step away from nakedness, his modesty still intact. He pleaded once "Please Smith, no more."
Smith said "Turn round with your hands on your head." Chapman complied.
Smith gestured to Atkins who went and stood behind Chapman. Suddenly he grabbed the waistband of Chapman's underpants and yanked them forcibly all the way to the ground.
"Step out of them" said Atkins. Chapman obeyed. Atkins picked up the garment and tossed it on to the haphazard pile of Chapman's other hurriedly divested clothes.
"Turn around" said Atkins before stepping back to join Smith and the others.
"Bend over and grasp your ankles" said Smith. Chapman, now numbed, obeyed without question or comment. Smith proceeded to administer twelve hard and rapid strokes of the junior cane. Chapman yelped during the last four. Smith's skill in employing the instrument was evident on Chapman's backside: nine parallel red marks, just beginning to broaden, across both buttocks from the upper quarter to exactly along the crease and three parallel red marks on the upper third of the back of Chapman's thighs; these lower marks indicating the final four strokes that had caused Chapman very stinging pain.
The audience at the peepholes had a clear view of these proceeding. Though both were shocked that Smith could treat a lower sixth former so, the extent of the abuse didn't yet really go much beyond unofficial punishments meted out by prefects, punishments that were Thistletop tradition and tolerated by Dr de Ville and his predecessors so long as matters didn't get too far out of hand. Even the pounding of Chapman's buttocks that followed from Smith's paddle only just reached the limit of what Aubrey and Beamish had themselves inflicted on boys who thoroughly deserved it yet preferred it to what might be something much worse from Dr de Ville.
By now Chapman's backside was ablaze and would likely show bruising from the paddle for many days. Chapman was sobbing quietly when he was bidden by Smith to stand facing the wall next to Robinson.
At this point Johann returned herding in Elliot, Parsons, Blenkinsopp and Pearson. The four, having heard the sounds of chastisement from Smith's study, looked subdued.
"Elliot and Parsons, strip" said Smith, "Blenkinsopp and Pearson stand by Chapman and Robinson with your hands on your heads but facing this way."
The two younger boys obeyed.
The elder ones hesitated for a moment. They knew they were trapped by their confessions. They knew that Dr de Ville would show little mercy given their offences and age. They thought that however embarrassing it may be they would get an easier time from Smith. They saw the two other naked boys with their backs to them. They saw the marks on their behinds. They knew they could endure that, unpleasant though it would be, and if that was the end of the matter then coming before Smith was much the better bargain than embracing Dr de Ville's horse. They both undressed quickly in the hope of getting it over the sooner and being on their way from the dorm.
Standing before Smith and his coterie were two youths of sixteen years of age. Elliot, of average height for his age, had dark, almost black hair, and deep liquid brown eyes. Parsons, tall for his age, had a decidedly fair complexion: blonde hair, startlingly blue eyes and unusually pale skin but certainly not albino. Both youths had clearly visible musculature though neither was at adult proportions. Elliot's frame was compact whereas Parsons was bordering on lanky. Looking at Parsons one would have the impression that he was devoid of body hair apart from under his arms and in his crotch. This, of course, was not true but the downy hair on his arms and legs was so fair as to be near invisible; there was no hair whatsoever on his chest. Elliot was more obviously hirsute, though not revoltingly so as he was an English rather than, say, Italian schoolboy. The hair under his arms and in his crotch was bushy, yet there was none on his chest. Hairs were visible on his arms and legs though not to the extent of making his appearance aesthetically displeasing. The crotches of both youths housed limply dangling pene of near adult proportions, Parsons' was the longer and Elliot's the fatter though both fitted with their owners' general stature in a pleasing manner. Each youth had a well filled scrotum which was dangling in full view. From the rear view the boys were very different. Elliot's bottom was protuberant, highly hung, broad and fleshy though not fat. Parsons had smaller, tighter looking buttocks which were low hung, nevertheless they were substantial and through skilful positioning could be made very inviting targets for thrashing or other pursuits.
Smith bade them both bend over. He made Elliot grasp his ankles but decided that Parsons' bum was nicer if he put his hands on his knees. Then Elliot and Parsons simultaneously received, blow for blow, twelve strokes of the junior cane and twelve of the paddle from Smith and Dobson, the tormentors swapped instruments half way through.
Throughout their ordeal neither youth did more than gasp or make a near inaudible yelp. This wasn't good enough for Smith. Although he didn't normally employ the senior cane Smith decided that this was an exception that warranted it. He made the youths bend over a chair each and alternately began to give them twelve blows with the senior cane. Although the first three cuts were vividly red and looked exquisitely painful neither had cried out. For the remaining cuts he took to stepping back four paces, running in and swinging from his shoulders and hips. Each of the remaining cuts evoked a loud yelp from Elliot and Parsons, indeed the final three vocalisations from each would better be called shrill yells. Four of the cuts with the cane had caused lacerations on Parson's behind and three had caused laceration on Elliot's bottom; one of the lacerations on Elliot's bum was exactly along the crease and would cause him pain for two more days and considerable discomfort for five more.
While this was going on Aubrey and Beamish looked on in horror. Beamish whispered "Shouldn't we should put a stop to this now?" Aubrey replied "No, we must let this play to its ending. We must be certain of nailing Smith once and for all."
Blenkinsopp and Pearson had been watching this with even greater horror: horror mingled with deep trepidation. They imagined that even the birching of Hetherington they had witnessed could hardly have been worse than this. As Elliot and Parsons limped over to their designated position facing the wall Smith's gaze fell upon Blenkinsopp and Pearson. He beckoned them forth. Both boys gulped, each quaked inside and trembled slightly. Hesitantly they came forward to stand before Smith.
Smith eyed them up and down. He smiled one of his beatific smiles. Then he ordered them to take off their jackets. That done he made each bend over the back of a chair. He spent a few moments positioning their legs and the degree of bend at their knees until the boys' bums were perfectly tight and there wasn't a ripple in their trousers. He ordered Dobson to alternately give each twelve whacks with the large slipper.
Whilst getting into position Blenkinsopp and Pearson each puzzled over why they hadn't been made to strip like the others. Was it because they were younger and Smith was being kind? When the stinging blows from Dobson started this chain of thought got lost under the crescendo of pain. Finally it stopped and each boy breathed heavily. Both had yelped at various times but neither very loudly. Nevertheless, water filled the eyes of both boys.
After twelve blows there was silence as the pain in their bums burned furiously. Both knew better than to stand up until bidden. After two minutes Smith said "And now a dose of the slipper from me." Smith was able to lay in more forcibly than Dobson. From the second blow each boy was yelling at each whack he received. Then it stopped. Neither had counted but they had received another twelve whacks. After a minute they were told to arise and go to stand with the other miscreants facing the wall with their hands on their heads. Both boys were red in the face and holding back tears. Both also were grateful that it was over since they knew it could have been much worse.
Smith then took his band of followers to his study for refreshments and to plot the scenario for the rest of the afternoon.
Twenty minutes later they returned. All the boys facing the wall, who had not dared whisper during the interlude, had calmed and were breathing normally. Although marks and redness were vividly apparent on the unclothed bottoms all the boys' faces had returned to their normal colours. All watery eyes had dried. The first timers among the band of punished fondly imagined that their ordeal was over and Smith would dismiss them now. Life can be a bitch.
Smith's first action was to order Blenkinsopp and Pearson back into the main body of the dorm. He looked sternly at them and said "You were caught indulging in very bad behaviour: being out of bounds, possessing a dirty magazine and trying to persuade a prefect not to do his duty. Well you have now paid for the first, the most minor of the offences. However, I am not certain there isn't another offence. I want to know before I proceed to deal with the known remaining offences." Smith paused and looked at the boys.
On hearing this the boys realised that their punishment was not over. Worse was the fact that they had been punished for the supposedly most minor of their offences. But what else could Smith have in mind? They stared blankly back at Smith.
"Smoking" said Smith.
Blenkinsopp said "I don't smoke Smith, never have" to which Pearson added "Neither do I."
Smith smiled and said "It will be much better for you if you admit that you smoke now before I find evidence that you do."
The boys looked puzzled but said nothing.
"Very well" said Smith, "before proceeding with the rest of your punishment we will test the truth of your assertions by checking whether you are carrying tobacco, cigarettes, matches or other implements of smoking." Smith turned round and said "Petreson and Melrose, each of you take one of these boys to my study and search them. Bring them back here at the penultimate stage."
Johann escorted Blenkinsopp out of the dorm followed by Melrose with Pearson.
While the searches were beginning Smith ordered the naked youths standing by the wall to come into the open floor space of the dorm and lie prone on the floor. Thus commenced press ups with encouragement from Smith, Dobson, Thorpe and Drummond using the senior cane, slipper, junior cane and paddle respectively. Chapman was the one goaded by the senior cane.
Meanwhile Blenkinsopp and Pearson were becoming increasingly nervous as Johann and Melrose went methodically through each garment they were forced to remove. Finally, nothing incriminating yet found, the hapless youths were standing before Johann and Melrose clad solely in underpants. Their faces had begun to redden but would become nearer to beetroot red soon enough.
Johann and Melrose ushered their charges back into the dorm. Smith called a halt to the press ups and told the four naked youths on the floor to catch their breathe as the press ups would resume soon.
"Stand facing the wall with your hands on your head" Smith addressed Blenkinsopp. He then faced Pearson and said "Come here, I know all kinds of places a truly determined smoker can hide his stash."
"Take those off" Smith said pointing to Pearson's underpants. Pearson's intelligent face gave Smith a quizzical look His face reddened further. Slowly he obeyed.
"Hand them to me."
Pearson did so.
Smith made a pretence of checking the waistband of the underpants then threw them on the floor.
"Hands on head."
Pearson obeyed.
"Stand up straight and look at the ceiling over there. Legs wide apart."
Pearson obeyed.
Smith stood gazing at Pearson for a few moments.
Pearson's body stunned Smith. It was, to Smith's taste and no doubt to that of most readers of this tale if they could but see, perfectly proportioned at an age when boys can look their most alluring. Smith began to think this specimen more beautiful than his Johann, then corrected himself. This boy and the slightly older Johann were not in competition, they merely had different kinds of beauty; neither was better than the other. Smith was attracted by the intelligent face with its unblemished complexion, the well shaped neck, the slender but muscular arms, the torso, the wisps of pubic hair on the lower abdomen rising just out of their cradle in the crotch, the beautifully shaped mid-adolescent penis, the balls – neither infantile nor fully adult – in their sac, the rounded muscular thighs leading to legs of exactly the right proportion in tapering girth and length. Smith walked behind Pearson and observed. He noted the shoulders, perfectly proportioned to the hips, the inward curve of the torso leading to an almost girlish waist with hips that were pronounced, the soft looking but firm musculature of two rounded pert buttocks, the shape of the back of the thighs tapering down to the back of the knee and then the lower legs broadening before slotting very nicely into the ankles, the lack of visible hair other than in the two expected places. Smith felt his penis stir. Oh, he wanted this boy so much. However, he was sensible enough to know that must be a pleasure deferred. He must get the youth more firmly in his grip first, as he had done with Johann, and that would take some time. Yet there was opportunity for some vicarious pleasure and torment this afternoon and evening.
Pearson was standing, as ordered, gazing toward the ceiling. He was feeling very uncomfortable, but not physically. Although he could see Smith only at the base of his visual field he was aware that Smith was scrutinising his body bit by bit. He was also aware of the other eyes in the room that were upon him. Boys from early to mid-adolescence are especially ill at ease when exposed naked before others, particularly before those older than themselves and in positions of authority over them. Pearson was no exception to this rule. Speculation on the reasons for this almost universal phenomenon take two, not necessarily mutually exclusive, paths: first the young male knows he is not as fully formed (size of penis, size of balls, musculature, body hair, facial hair, etc.) as his spectator(s) and feels a sense of inadequacy or shame; second, he knows innately that the early to mid-adolescent male body has many similarities (shape, softness and smoothness, etc.) to the female body and thus can be a source of attraction to the mature male, this confuses and worries him and there is an ambivalence as to whether he wants to be submissive to an elder male or to assert his own burgeoning _s_e_x_uality. That is the sort of crap that silly bugger Sigmund Freud would have spouted. The simple fact is that mid-adolescent youths do not like being peered at when they are naked. Knowing that fact, as does Smith, gives a powerful tool to those who wish to dominate them or humiliate them in the course of punishment. It is also a fact that causes much agonizing on those web sites devoted to spanking wayward teenagers in a loving Christian home; they tend to like bare bottom chastisement for various purported technical reasons (though it is probable that they just can't admit that they like spanking bare bottoms) but get into a lather about whether the youth should be fully exposed before punishment; if he shouldn't then there are all sorts of recommendations about how to get the youth into position without the exposed crotch being visible to the chastiser.
The foregoing paragraph leads to an amusing digression; your author, who can do as he pleases, is prone to these. On a "spank with love" website is posted a letter from a fifteen year old (from the illiterate spelling presumably American) detailing how he is lovingly spanked by his parents when he deserves it. Ten minutes before his spanking he has to go into the living room alone with all the doors closed. He can do as he pleases during these ten minutes (a spot of prayer might help but is not mentioned) but must have moved a table out of the way, a chair next to the couch, removed his trousers and underpants, and lain prone on the couch with a cushion under his crotch (raising the bum with a cushion is advised elsewhere on the web site) before the time ends. Meanwhile his parents are debating which will administer the spanking (there is no mention of the implement used). After the spanking is over the youth is left for another ten minutes to cry a bit, rub his bottom and presumably get dressed. He writes that initially he cries because he knows he has done wrong and let down his parents but that toward the end of the spanking he cries because of the pain. God help this youth if he ever falls into the clutches of Smith or Dr de Ville. He and his parents are far too precious for the exigencies of the English public school in the 1950's.
Now that your author has got into full flow he cannot resist further comment about the "spank with love" website mentioned above. Apart from discussing positioning (in great detail) and other important aspects of inflicting corporal punishment on children it goes into detail on the instruments of chastisement. There is a description of each (hand, cane [must be rattan – reasons given why bamboo not suitable - with arguments for and against soaking in water], paddle, switch, hairbrush, birch, wooden spoon, strap, etc.) with a picture. Each is put into one of three categories (paraphrased) : recommended (only the hand), acceptable but not ideal (most of the others including the birch) and not acceptable useful (e. g. strap and wooden spoon). It is claimed that the birch is ineffective on the clothed bottom (which is true) and therefore best used on the bare bum. It is further claimed that the birch doesn't leave any lasting effect: untrue, consider the Eton birch, but all birches are potentially vicious instruments and only experienced schoolmasters know how to use them properly and safely – bear in mind that this website with "love" in its name is advocating chastisement of children of all ages. What finally grates is the instructions on how to prepare a birch and switch, and the comment that if one uses a birch on one's child one must be prepared to spend time vacuuming twigs off one's carpet. I won't comment on the disciplining of young children but shall note that disciplining teenage boys is best left to the experts.
Smith returned to the front of Pearson and said "I know the places things can be concealed. I shall check them all: for instance you may have cigarette papers hidden in your hair." With that Smith ran his fingers through Pearson's hair. Next he felt under Pearson's armpits. He ran his hand down Pearson's chest and belly until he reached the crotch. Smith's right hand started running painstakingly through Pearson's pubic hair. Pearson's head dropped and he looked at Smith in surprise.
"Look at the ceiling boy!" exclaimed Smith. Pearson did so again with worried thoughts running through his head.
Blenkinsopp who was facing the wall and could not see any of this felt trepidation of a deep order, he could imagine what was going on and knew he would be next.
In the closet next to the dorm Beamish made out to exclaim in protest at what he was viewing through his peephole. Beamish had just got out the first syllable of an indignant remark when Aubrey managed to clamp his hand across Beamish's mouth.
"Shush" Aubrey whispered "I know this is awful but we need evidence. The two lads are brave. They can run screaming from there if they choose, much good it would do though. We must see this through for the sake of all Smith's victims, for the sake of Thistletop." Aubrey felt very noble saying this. Memories of "Cry havoc, let loose the dogs of war ...." came to mind. Nevertheless, Aubrey who basically was a very decent sort of chap knew that what was being done was right and had to be seen through.
In the dorm Smith had heard something. He, metaphorically, pricked up his ears (most humans can't literally do that, in case you didn't know.)
"What's that" Smith said, "I heard something. Did any of you?"
Smith's acolytes shook their heads.
"Petreson go outside and see if anyone's there" Smith ordered.
Johann opened the dorm door and went outside. He checked the nearby stairs – nothing. He checked Smith's study – nothing. He checked all the doors on the corridor – they, except for the bathroom, were locked. He went to the far end of the corridor were the other stair descended – nothing, but, yes, something. There on the top step was the school cat. It meowed loudly, it wanted company. Johann smiled, picked up the cat and returned to the dorm.
"Smith, here's your noise" said Johann. The cat meowed loudly again. Smith stroked the cat gently whilst it was still in Johann's arms.
"Petreson, take the cat out and send it on its way" said Smith.
Johann took the now purring cat to the top of the stairs and gave it a gentle nudge downwards. It disappeared from sight its thoughts now fixated on the possibilities the kitchen might have to offer. Also, at the back of its mind was a growing urgency to find that randy female cat again (fortunately she was still on oestrus and would later give Dr de Ville's libidinous Tom Cat his full measure of feline pleasure.)
Smith resumed his palpation of Pearson. His hand returned to the thin brush of pubic hair and his fingers went though it until there was absolute certainty that not a single strand of tobacco resided there. Pearson blushed deeply.
Smith's hand connected with Pearson's penis. Pearson's attention jolted downwards again but immediately went back to the ceiling when Smith stared him in the eye. Smith felt the organ gently and drew back the foreskin in further search of tobacco; the tiny traces of white sediment he found were not consistent with the deadly weed. Smith then grasped Pearson's balls and explored all their contours but there was no hint of anything forbidden, or indeed anything else, taped to them.
Smith stepped behind Pearson and ordered the lad to bend down, legs far apart, and grasp his ankles.
Pearson knew this was going to be bad. He was a bright lad, a very bright lad as was his chum, and there could be no way in which being asked to bend over after being touched all over in the crotch was an innocent exploration for contraband which in any case would be visible to the eye without recourse to touching. That not withstanding he did has he was told.
Smith approached the delectable bottom and said "Atkins, glove and lubricant if you please."
Pearson put two and two together and just about reached four, he shuddered.
Blenkinsopp with his back to the proceedings nevertheless had a pretty good idea of what was going on and shook too. The thought went through his mind, good of Thistletop or no - could he tolerate this abuse?
Whilst waiting for the glove Smith grasped Pearson's buttocks, one in each hand. He kneaded them gently. He noted the muscularity, the lack of fat. He noted their potential bounciness and imagined himself, penis inserted into the inviting orifice before him, bringing his lower belly and thighs into contact with those delicious structures on each downswing.
During Smith's reverie Pearson was making every effort not to squirm.
The glove installed on his right hand Smith did his usual manoeuvre of running his finger around the edge of the anus before him. He noted with amusement how the already tight sphincter seemed to contract even more. Then he dipped his gloved finger in the butter on the dish Atkins was holding and returned his attention to the delectable sphincter. Gently, ever so gently, he inserted his digit into Pearson's anus. Pearson sighed, whether from pleasure or anguish Smith did not know, though it was the latter. He took his time, he noted the waves of trembles running down Pearson's body, he inserted steadily, his finger slowly rotating back and forth until it had penetrated as far as physically possible. He slowly withdrew, rotated and went back. He repeated this several times. He noted with pleasure the pool of sweat that had accumulated at the base of Pearson's spine, he had a flashback to the satisfaction of seeing a similar pool of sweat on Wilkins some days ago.
Smith suddenly removed his finger, snapped off the glove, handed it to Atkins, and then smacked Pearson hard across his buttocks with his open hand. Pearson yelped from surprise more than pain.
Pearson was sent to stand facing the wall with the other naked youths. Blenkinsopp, still in his underpants, was called over to endure the final stage of examination for contraband.
Blenkinsopp when his underpants were removed presented every bit as fascinating a prospect as Pearson. If anything, a little more exciting: his pubic hair more lush, his penis a little longer and fatter, his balls slightly more mature, his general demeanour, inexplicably, more submissive yet with an undeniable streak of potentially defiant intelligence. Setting aside those virtues, it was Blenkinsopp's bum that beguiled Smith; a firm, mid-slung, broad, firm looking and very nicely rounded posterior. When Smith got to the stage of having Blenkinsopp bending over he nearly lost control, such was his lust. He wanted to go at it there and then, notwithstanding the audience around. He wanted to whip out his organ, already stiff, and get to it. Smith desisted, though in later life he would regret a lost opportunity.
Smith did the rectal examination and then sent Blenkinsopp back to face the wall.
Little, nothing actually, did Smith realise how much his unofficial, and uninvited, audience were affected and disgusted by what they saw. Little did he know how all this would soon lead to himself suffering too. The bitch goddess of life is unbiased in her judgements and ensuing actions: she hates everyone equally. Poor Smith, but for the time being he is still in the ascendant.
Smith turned his attention to the four youths lying prone on the floor and recovering from the exertion of doing press ups. "Forty more press ups" he said. The youths began. They were tired from there previous efforts and were failing to get their bums to the zenith adequately on at least one out of three occasions. Thus their combined efforts were accompanied by a more or less constant series of whacking sounds and yelps as variously they were subjected to encouragement by senior cane, junior cane, paddle or slipper; four times during the course of this Smith rotated the implements among his helpers. Finally the youths were allowed to slump down exhausted. Chapman and Elliot were sobbing openly, the other two youths were barely able to restrain tears. Smith looked on with great satisfaction. Dobson was pleased with the results of his efforts too. Melrose and Thorpe were smirking.
While the four older victims were resting Smith ordered Pearson and Blenkinsopp away from the wall and said "So far you have had easy punishment, a mere slippering across you trouser seats. Your offences deserve something more memorable."
Both boys looked aghast but dared say nothing. Neither had realised when volunteering for this venture what they were getting into. Both had imagined that, at worst, they would be beaten on clothed bottom with an instrument proscribed to prefects such as the cane. Well so far no forbidden implement had been used on them but they had endured the humiliation of stripping, of being touched handled in private places and the utterly devastating encounter with Smith's finger. Brave though they were tears welled up in both sets of eyes. Nevertheless, they obeyed when instructed to stand side by side and then bend over and grasp their ankles.
Smith told Dobson to give each nine strokes of the junior cane, three for Blenkinsopp then three for Pearson, and so on. This Dobson did with great effect. Even though the junior cane is not particularly fearsome Dobson managed to wield it with praiseworthy efficiency and the bare bottoms made its effects stronger; indeed when the procedure was completed Smith took the unusual step of praising Dobson. Before this punishment the bottom of each boy was still painful from the slippering, very red and some bruises were forming. Afterwards a set of nine crimson red lines was apparent against the general darker red, and in places bluish, background. Throughout neither boy had attempted to hold back on moaning, grunting, yelping and, finally, yelling.
Smith viewed Dobson's handiwork and said "That's fine as far as it goes, but you still need something more." He picked up the senior cane.
Aubrey at his vantage point gasped. Beamish had to put his hand over Aubrey's mouth and he whispered fiercely "This must be seen through to the end lest Wilkins' cause is lost." Aubrey nodded and Beamish withdrew his hand. Nevertheless both witnesses were shocked at what they had seen so far and were even more shocked when they realised the further excesses Smith was about to inflict on the two younger boys.
Neither Blenkinsopp nor Pearson was a stranger to the senior cane. As mentioned before both had visited Dr de Ville's punishment room twice. Each had also been beaten with the senior cane across the trouser seat by masters. Dr de Ville never used the junior cane, not even on the smallest of first year boys. However, he did hold back on the force applied and the number of cuts administered to the most junior boys. Ironically, if Blenkinsopp and Pearson were before the good doctor today for the offences they had concocted he would have given no special mercy. He would have been of the view that neither was in the most junior form, neither was weak and both presented bottoms of a size on a par with those expected in the middle to upper school.
Smith inflicted six truly stinging cuts of the senior cane to each of the boys bent over before him. He applied them alternately. On the first blow both boys released their grips on their ankles and reared upwards. Smith had to order them back down and threatened to double the number of intended blows if this happened again. Reluctantly they resumed position. Each blow was accompanied by cries far louder than when under Dobson's ministrations. At the conclusion Pearson and Blenkinsopp had six extremely vivid lines across their bottoms which made those from Dobson's caning pale into insignificance. Also, traces of blood were visible on some of cane cut marks on each bottom. As might be expected, the last cut each youth received was neatly across the crease; it had taken extreme will power by both boys not to rear upwards after the final blow – they didn't know it was the final one.
On Smith's direction the two boys shambled back to their places before the wall. Neither could think of anything other than the intense stinging and general ache in his buttocks. Unfortunately the pain from a sound caning is not the kind to mercifully disappear in numbness: it diminishes with time but nothing masks it.
Smith looked at his watch and said "All this effort his quite tiring. Shortly we shall break until after tea. But first let's give Chapman and Parsons a little taste of what's to come for them and the others later."
Smith turned to Johann and Melrose and said "You each know what to go and get?"
Johann nodded. Melrose responded with an enthusiastic "Yes" followed after a pause by "Might I have a go at doing it this time please Smith?"
Smith smiled indulgently.
Petreson and Melrose departed on their errands.
Meanwhile Chapman and Parsons nervously went to lie supine on the beds to which Smith pointed.
Johann returned with the "Torpedo" followed a few moments later by Melrose bearing a shaving mug, stick of saving soap, cut throat razor and small towel.
Smith said "OK Melrose you may get started on Parsons but be very, very careful."
Melrose smiled happily and set about his task. Parsons' expression suggested that he was about to protest but he fell silent after Smith caught his eye.
Smith turned his attention to Chapman who was lying unhappily on a bed his sorely ravaged behind very uncomfortably in contact with the counterpane.
Aubrey and Beamish looked on in horror as the purpose of the contents of the box swiftly became apparent.
Smith took his time opening the box, checking the accessories and then clipping electrodes to Chapman's left testicle and penis. Chapman had begun to blubber softly again. He didn't know what to expect. Indeed his thoughts were pretty disconnected. He seemed to be living in a world without time, a world having no link with that of his everyday life, he had almost forgotten normality. His universe now was one where he had to endure each torment as it came along and then wait for the next; a seemingly unremitting sequence of pain and humiliation, a sequence, for all he knew, that ended at unreachable infinity. To all intents and purposes Chapman was in Smith's version of the Christian Hell; Chapman, who took his religious studies and devotions seriously, was almost beginning to believe he had done something to deserve it.
Whilst we are on the subject of religion it should be noted that Smith had none. He went through the motions of piety when the occasion demanded, possibly a large proportion of the boys did so too but that's a very bold assertion. Smith had abandoned religion at the age of ten when his introspections led him to realise that when he was praying he was talking to himself: either he was himself God or there was no god; Smith was sufficiently modest as not to claim deity: ergo there is no god (the observant reader will note with satisfaction the manner by which capitalization has been used, or not, with respect to the status of putative deities; your author has drawn attention to the point for the sake of less attentive readers so that they too may enjoy the subtleties of his prose; if you don't give a toss: read on.)
Chapman endured six, literally, shocking events, held down each time by four of Smith's acolytes. At the end Smith judged Chapman incapable of fully appreciating further torment for the time being.
A few minutes later Smith congratulated Melrose on a thorough job in which no blood had been spilt. Parsons, if he had wished to object, couldn't: for the time being he was literally speechless. Smith finished the job by applying a liberal amount of blacking to the, now hairless, items protruding from Parsons' crotch.
It was now an hour and a quarter until the evening meal and Smith declared and end to the present proceedings. He ordered the entire assembly to report back half an hour after the meal. He and his entourage swept out of the dorm; Smith and his three charges intent on a walk in the grounds and the other attendants going about their own business.
Aubrey and Beamish waited as one by one the persecuted in the dorm got dressed and departed. Not a word was said among the dejected victims as they enrobed and shambled out stiffly and painfully.
To be continued.