From Part 1 He left Phillips office and made his way to a toilet to wash his hands. While he had not cried, his eyes had felt as though they were full of water, so he wanted to see if there were any signs. He was alone in the toilet so he had a pee and then washed his hands. Still no one had come in so he undid his belt and opened his pants and pushed them down to his knees. Looking over his shoulder he pealed down the back of his boxers gently and looked at his bum. He could count six vivid red weals and running his fingers over them lightly, could feel them raised and hot against the white flesh of the rest of his buttocks. Making himself presentable he went along to class as though nothing had happened.
Chris made his way to the class room as though nothing was wrong. When he got there fifteen of his classmates were there.
"Wheres the rest?"
"Still being talked to," answered Jack. "Well how did it go?"
"Ok."
"Ok?"
"Yeah, Ok."
"Well didnt you get your little bum tanned?"
"Why?"
"Wasnt that you we heard screaming, stop oh please Sir stop I cant stand another stroke, oh please Sir."
"Nope that wasnt me."
"Wonder who it was then."
The joking went back and forth and as the others joined the group Chris joined in the teasing. Then when they were all there, Phillip, David and Brad came into the room.
"Well gentlemen, you have all survived your first test. Some of you came through unscathed, some didnt," said Phillip. Those of you that got through this time, may miss out next time. So dont get too _c_o_c_k_y. Now we are going to hand out your schedules and then you go to gym. Sam has a special program today."
"Gentlemen when we call your name step up to the tutor that has called your name and get your schedule. This schedule remains in force for the rest of this term. The schedule on top happens to be Chris Grants."
Chris stepped up to Phillip and received his schedule. "Thanks Phillip."
"Good lad Chris. Put that away before you go to gym."
Chris folded his schedule and put it in his pad and took it to his room and then headed for the gym. When he got there he was told that he was to change into swimming togs . He went into the changing room and got his togs from the rack where they were drying from their last swim coaching session and put them on. Being early he had them on before the others got to the gym.
When they had all assembled Sam said, "Some of you guys have had your seats warmed up. A swim will help cool them off. Now no fooling I can tell you now if you get my strap across your backsides on top of the cane stripes you already have there, even the pool wont put the fire out. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Sam."
"Good in the pool and do a little free style swimming for five minutes, and then we will pick teams for a relay race."
After they had finished swimming Sam released them. "Into the showers gentlemen and wash off the chlorine."
The showers were in two rows with partial partitions so you could talk to your neighbour while having a shower, but still have a little privacy. From the corner of his eye Chris caught sight of five other backsides adorned with stripes so he didnt feel quite so alone. The cool water had certainly cooled down the burning sting, but the weals were still very tender to touch.
"Youve got a good set of stripes there mate," said Jack as he was walking past. "You been made a Master Sargent?"
"So have a few others."
"Phillip told me I had just scrapped through and I would have to work harder if I wanted to remain unscathed, so I guess Im lucky not joining you others this time around."
While they were drying off Chris found that a total of eight of them had been caned. For them all it was a first time experience and the general opinion was that none of them wanted it to happen any time again soon. There was still a couple of hours to dinner so Chris declining the invitation to join the others went to his room. He connected his computer to the port and fired off emails to his parents and then to Nigel. Both messages were similar, telling them about the results of his first test. In the one to his parents he had concluded with, Well Dad I guess I now have some war experiences to share with you. When you told me about your school days and how you used to get the cane, I thought that it was just a story. Now having experienced it myself I can tell that you were being honest and the cane does sting like fury. Even though Phillip caned me, I feel no anger towards him now, though at the time and just after it was very hard to be civil. Calling the email Todays Happenings he sent it off.
The email to Nigel he finished off with, I bet you are glad you are at Uni where your bum is safe. All the time I was at College (High School) I used to think that Dad was bull_s_h_i_t_ting when he talked about how the cane used to hurt like crazy. I dont know if what I got today was six of the best, but if it was not, I would hate to feel what that was like, specially at the moment. While Im typing this, my pillow is on my chair and my bum is still very tender. Every time I sit down I can feel the bottom couple of stripes, just above my thighs, again. Man I dont want to go through that again in a hurry. Calling the email Todays Happenings with a Stinging Tail, he sent it off.
Before he started studying he went into the bathroom. He dropped his pants and his underpants and looked at his bum properly in the mirror. There were six stripes across both buttocks, the lowest just above the crease between buttock and thigh. Even after the swim in the cool baths, the weals still looked red and angry. He rubbed at them gently wincing softly to himself. All of sudden he was as stiff as a post and his _c_o_c_k_ was aching for release. Grabbing his throbbing 7 inches he stroked his raging hard on with his right hand while still feeling the raised weals with his left. It took only three or four strokes and he erupted in one of the most powerful organisms he had ever had.
Wiping himself off and then the floor where he had sprayed his jism, he went back to his desk and sat down gently and started to study.
Several weeks had passed and Chris had not been caned. He was performing well in his tests and Phillip was quietly encouraging him. He himself felt good he was concentrating well and he was finding the work easy. Most of his class mates had been caned by now, Jack in fact had got it two weeks in a row, the second time nine strokes because he had failed two tests. At the pool his backside had looked a real mess. Several of the guys had asked him if he wanted it rubbed better, and he had replied not at the moment it hurts too much.
Easter came and went and Chris feeling as though he was on top of the world started to relax. The following Friday when he got the call to Phillips office to discuss the latest test results to his surprise he found that he had failed in two subjects, English and math.
"It is obvious Christopher that you have not been concentrating on your studies this last week. You have got over confidant and the same pattern is happening as it did last year while you were at school. Do you have anything you want to say before you are punished for wasting yours and my time?"
"No Sir."
"Well there is nothing more to say. Come to the desk, this time I want you to drop your trousers and bend over and touch your toes. You are going to get six with the tawse to warm you up, then three with the cane."
"Feeling like a little kid getting spanked wont help me study."
"No it wont, but remembering the humiliation might. Having ....."
"Theres no need to go on, Im getting the picture."
Phillip moved to his desk and opened the drawer and took out the tawse. "This will leave a burning sting in your tail for a few days. Bend over," as Chris bent over with pants about his knees, "No right down, either grab your ankles or touch your toes."
When he was in position, his boxers were tight against his bum. He felt the tawse touching as Phillip gauged the distance then brought it down with a loud splat. Chris felt a wild burst of stinging pain. The second and third strokes arrived quickly followed by the fourth.
The fifth stroke caught Chris right at the base of his buttocks and the last stroke covered territory that had already been hit and was bruised. It took all his will power not to cry out.
From a distance he heard Phillips voice, Stay where you are."
Chris heard the rattle as Phillip picked up the cane. He felt is touching across his bum, then heard the swish followed by the pistol crack. The pain was nothing like he had ever felt before. Burning molten fire seemed to be branded into his lower buttocks. There was a second swish and crack and ten seconds later a third. Each of the three strokes had landed on his sit spot.
"Chris you may stand and pull up your trousers."
Chris stood hand frantically rubbing at the burning fire in his rump. As he leaned over to grasp the waste band of his pants the muscles in his buttocks let him know that they were hurting. He could feel tears in his eyes and as he did up his cargo pants, he was wondering how he could face the rest of the guys.
"Chris hopefully now you will concentrate on your studies instead of goofing off. Now you can either go to your room or go straight to the gym and hop into the pool. The choice is yours. Now sign the punishment register." As Chris turned to go, "Chris if you feel like talking later you can come and see me after dinner."
Without saying anything Chris went to his room and sat gently on his bed. He went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. His face was red and looked blotchy in places and his eyes were swimming in tears although he had not made a sound. Running the cold water over the basin, he sluiced his face several times and dried it off. He took off his pants and pealed down his boxers. His backside was throbbing and he looked over his shoulder in the mirror it was a deep red over most of the flesh with purple edges where the edge of the tawse had dug in. The three cane strikes were a uniform purple just about bleeding. There was no doubt in his mind, he had been hurt. He stood there gently rubbing the hurt away and all of a sudden his _c_o_c_k_ sprang to life. With no impediment to slow it down, it went from soft to very hard in one swift move. Going to his room Chris threw himself facedown on his bed, pants still at half mast partway down his thighs, letting the breeze from the open window cool his hot behind. He lay there for a couple of minutes and then coherent thought slowly returned. If he didnt join the group at the pool, he might be labelled a wuss or worse a sissy. He got up pulled his boxers over his battered bum gently then put on some light shorts. Grabbing a clean towel he set off to the gym. Some of the guys were already in the water and as he made his way to his locker he saw Sam looking at him.
He took off his shirt and hung it in the locker then pealing down his shorts and boxers in one go, he quickly pulled on his togs and ran into the pool area. He was just about to jump into the pool when he heard Sam shout.
"Christopher Grant, get your butt over here now."
Chris stopped just as he was about to leap into the pool, and went over to Sam.
"Why are you running in the pool area? If you slipped and fell you could hurt yourself. I have told you all several times already about running around the pool." Seeing the set look on Chriss face, he tried joking, "I know you are trying to put out the fire in your tail, but if I see you running here again, I will add to the fire, ok?"
"Sorry Sam."
"Ok go hop in the pool and put out the fire."
"How do you know Ive got a fire to put out."
"Chris you are like the eight others that are here already, and as you are not all here yet, there is a few more to come no doubt. When you have been caned or strapped well, you move slightly differently as you try to take it easy on those muscles that have been bruised. As I am a fitness instructor I observe people moving and I can recognise the signs. If you want to talk about it come and see me later. Now go join your friends and classmates."
Chris walked over to the pool and slid in. As Sam said the rest of the guys came in gradually. As he swam slowly up and down the pool Chris wondered how many had been caned and how many had had to take their pants down like he had.
Sam blew his whistle. "Gentlemen I want you all to do a couple of warm up lengths, then we will race"
After gym and the shower Chris went back to his room. He sent off the email to his parents and Nigel without writing about his latest punishment, resolving not to put himself in that position again.
As he was leaving the dinning room Phillip came up to him and asked quietly, "You ok Chris?"
"Ive got a sore backside, but otherwise Im ok."
"Do you want to talk?"
"Not really."
"If you do I am always available, if not me, Sam or Tony Smith. Chris I dont want you to go all bitter and twisted on me. You are a good person."
"Thanks," said Chris as he walked towards his room. If he had turned he would have seen a concerned look on Phillips face as he watched Chris walk away from him.
He is going to be like a bear with a sore head for a few days, is he, thought Phillip.
Chris went to his room and settled down to study. There was a movie that he had been going to watch that night, The Italian Job, but at the moment he didnt feel like going and sitting among friends. He started to study and after a while he found himself immersed in what he was studying. He was so immersed that when he heard the soft knock at the door and looked at his watch he saw it was 1 am.
Opening the door he saw Sam. "You ok Chris? I was having a check up making sure everything was ok and I saw your light on.
"Yes Sam, Im ok. I just got carried away studying and I lost track of time. It surprised me to see how late it was, when you knocked."
"It is good to study Chris, but you need sleep as well. Also you were conspicuous by your absence from the movie last night. Some of the guys were wondering where you were as you had told them that you were looking forward to seeing the new version of The Italian Job."
"_d_a_m_n_, I was looking forward to seeing that. My dad has the video of the first version and he watches that at least once a year. He used to have an early Mini when he was a student and he always jokes that his car was never as fast as the ones in the movie, even on a good day."
"Do you want to come down to the old coffee bar? I will make a hot drink to help you relax."
"Ok." Closing and locking his door, Chris followed Sam downstairs to the old coffee bar. Sam made some mixed some Milo with milk and put it in a Microwave oven. The oven pinged in 30 seconds and Sam put the second mug in. When both had steaming mugs in their hands Sam led the way over to a couple of lounge type chairs and sat down. Chris sat in the other.
"You ready to talk?"
"I guess."
"Are you angry with Phillip?"
"No, more with myself. After he beat me I was upset specially since it was a pants down hiding. Since then I have calmed down a bit and realised he was right when he said that I had wasted both his and my time."
"So the humiliation of having to take down your pants to be beaten didnt have anything to do with your anger?"
"Of course it did. I was angry being treated like a little kid. Of letting Phillip down and myself."
"How do you feel now?"
"Ok, I am going to try and make sure I dont get another hiding like that though. I was actually so into studying I missed the movie."
"Your laptop plays DVDs?"
"Yes."
"Well I will arrange with Tony for you to borrow the DVD tomorrow before he sends it back to the library Ok?"
"Thanks Sam."
"If you have finished that drink, you had better head off to bed it is nearly 2."
"Thanks again Sam."
"You are welcome Chris. Remember we are here to talk to as well as teach."
Next day Tony called to Chris after breakfast. "Chris, Sam told me that you missed the movie last night because you were studying. Come along to the office and I will get it for you. Can I have it back on Sunday by 5pm as I have got to send it back to the library."
"I will return it tomorrow morning Mr Smith." By then they had reached Mr Smiths office, and went in. Sitting on the desk was several DVDs.
"Thats fine Chris. Here it is."
"Thank you Mr Smith."
"Ok Chris enjoy the movie."
"Im really looking forward to it."
That evening Chris watched the movie. He enjoyed it, but felt that it was not as good as the first version. The basic plot was similar, but the newer version didnt have the humour that the older version with Micheal Caine had. He sent off an email to his parents asking them if they had seen the new version of the movie.
Sunday morning he gave back the movie to Mr Smith.
"Did you enjoy it Chris?"
"Yes, but it was not as good as the first version.?"
"Why?"
"Well it was slick, but it didnt have the humour that the original had in it. It was all action."
"Between you and me Chris I think the same. By the way I also had a Mini when I was a student and I used to compete against your father at University car club events."
"Dad didnt say that he knew you."
"Well he has only written to me and possibly the name never connected with him as there are plenty of Anthony Smiths about the place. I am normally at the interviews also, but I was in Australia at a conference, so as you know, a couple of the board members did the interview."
"I will email Dad and let him know."
"Ok Chris. Glad you liked the movie."
As it was Sunday there were no set lessons, but the guys were encouraged to study and there was a games period at 3pm in the afternoon. Between study and games Chris didnt realize that he had not seen or talked to Phillip since dinner on Friday. That was rather strange. After dinner he made his way to Phillips office and knocked. There was no reply. So he went to his room and carried on studying.
Monday morning he was up feeling happier and at breakfast he saw Phillip.
"Good morning Phillip, I tried to see you after dinner last night, but you werent in your office."
"No it was my weekend off. I went visiting friends in Auckland and got back just before breakfast this morning. What did you want?"
"I wanted to apologise for acting like a spoilt child just after dinner on Friday."
"Your apology is accepted. We havent got time now, but after lunch do you want to talk?"
"Ok, Id like to."
"Good Chris. See you later."
Chris went on to breakfast feeling happier. Chriss talk with Phillip basically repeated the same points that he and Sam had covered early Saturday morning. This time around Chris was more receptive to what Phillip was telling him.
"So Chris as I have told you before, we have found that a sharp application of pain coupled with a little humiliation keeps guys like you focused."
"What do I do at uni next year if I cant stay focused?"
"By the end of this scholastic year, we will have you so focused, that wont be a problem. Believe me. Now in a couple of weeks it is break time. Im telling you this a little early, so that you can make a decision now. The other guys will hear this a couple of days before the break. During the break you can study, or you can play. I recommend that you play. You have studied intensely enough now, and the habit is there, if you study constantly without a break, you become stale. A suggestion is that you read books, but dont study. Relax while you are reading. Get pleasure from a book as well as learning. Last day before break, I will give you two books to read. Just read them as there will be no test. However I will ask you about the books and what you thought about them next term."
"Will it be like a pop test?"
"No they are written to make you think, then to test your understanding of the subject."
"Ok. Thanks Phillip Im glad we have had this talk and I now know what will happen when I mess up."
"I am glad we talked as well Chris. For a bit there I was worried that you may turn all bitter and twisted and that would not have helped our relationship for the rest of the year."
"Not me. I was angry at the time, more with myself than you, for letting both of us down. I know that I will possibly fall from grace again, but I hope not that badly."
"Ok then Chris, you had better get to your next class. I will write this up as your end of term interview.
"Thanks again Phillip."
At break time Chris went home. After being on the island for three months all the bustle of Auckland seemed strange. He was soon on the bus home to his own provincial city, Hamilton. Both his mother and father were at the bus station to meet him. After greeting Chris and stowing his luggage in the boot, they headed home. Chris looked at the passing familiar scenery and remembered the good times he had had growing up.
Going back to the island was something he looked forward to. He found after the really structured days just cruising along during the holidays while relaxing, was not really what he liked now. He and Nigel had got together a couple of times, but they had found nothing really in common to talk about apart from their past together and the fact that they were spending more time studying than they used to at school.
Back on the island Chris soon settled down into the usual routine. His subjects were more challenging and he was really enjoying himself as he buckled down and studied and went to the tutoring sessions. He had been back at the school for four weeks and so far his behind had remained unbeaten. Jack had also remained the same, most of the others had however been at least caned. Chris had never told anyone that he had had to drop his pants for a hiding, but while he had never told, he thought that after seeing his bum in the showers after gym for a few days, some of them would have guessed that he had been more than just caned. In fact Chris got through the whole term without getting whacked. At the end of term interview Phillip had told him that it was most unusual for a guy to get through the second term.
He went on, "Most of the guys make it through the third term, but there is always one or two that slip. Next term Chris you will have to be careful not only with your studies, but also I want you to up your reading. I will give you a list of books that I want you to read. There will be pop tests each week on the whatever book you are reading. All this is designed, by the way, To keep you focused," they said together.
Back in Hamilton Chris went on the internet and found a site that featured CP. Using his fathers birth date to bypass the age restriction he was able to download pictures and stories from it. He found more pictures from the Sting videos, then a video clip from Sting Pictures titled Grey Shorts a Preview. Chris downloaded the clip and watched it several times. From the link page he discovered MMSA Storiess Archive of Spanking stories. He read some of the stories and decided to keep them as well. Using some software that he had got off a magazine CD he downloaded the whole archive and started to sort the stories into categories. Then he burnt the files onto CD Rs and packed them up to take back to the island. He knew he couldnt look up those sites while at school.
Just before going back to school Chris turned eighteen.
Back on the island again. Spring was in the air, Chris was happy the talk with Phillip had gone well and showed that he had understood the two books he had been set to read. Life settled down into its structured routine. Usually after completing his set studies after dinner, Chris would read two or three stories from MMSA Storiess Archive then go have a shower and relieve the built up pressure before climbing into bed for the night. Then he discovered some of the more prolific authors, both American and British, their stories being well written and the hidings they described both at home and at school were similar to what he had heard from his father and uncles. He really like Realist 2 stories along with Robert Wilsons and one or two others. Of the American authors he liked Thomas Hobbs and Wilvalkir the best. However while he was reading stories he was not studying and little did he realise it, he was not giving his full concentration to his tuition sessions. On the fourth Friday of the term when he went to Phillips office he was in trouble.
"Christopher what have been doing for the last two weeks?"
"Nothing, why?"
"Nothing is right. Your results have fallen and you have failed all three tests this week and last week you just scraped through by the skin of your teeth." Chris looked a bit shocked and the colour left his face. "Chris you know the consequences of wasting time, so why?"
"I dont know." Chris could hardly admit to reading spanking stories that he had taken off the net over the break. Now he was in trouble himself about to get his backside soundly roasted, as he had read in one of the stories. His penis was already half hard at the thought.
"Well let us waste no more of our time then. You can have twelve strokes of the cane across your trousers or eight strokes on your underpants."
"I thought that the punishment was halved when I dropped my pants."
"Where did you hear that, there is no policy on the subject. The whole object is to get you focused on your studies and experience has shown this method works well."
"Do I bend over and touch my toes or over a chair?" Chris was now fully aroused and was glad that his loose cargo pants hid his erection.
"I want you over the chair as you will feel every one of the strokes that I am about to administer. You will need some support." Chris got the chair from near the wall and moved into the middle of the room in front of the desk. Then opening his cargos they dropped of their own accord to his ankles, he bent over the chair, so that his behind in his boxers was the highest part of him.
Once he was fully over the chair he felt the can tap across both buttocks. There was the sound of the cane as it sliced through the air, the stories described it as swish, to Chris it sounded more like a deeper whooshing, followed by the crack, the thud of it landing on his bum, then the line of burning fire which raced across his bum. The second stroke came the same was slightly lower, the third slightly higher than the first stroke.
Ten seconds between each stroke, the fourth arrived Chriss whole backside seemed to be two mounds of molten fire. Each stroke adding to the deep heat and the build up of pain. After the sixth stroke had fallen Chriss bum went numb. He could still feel the thuds as his tightly stretched flesh was struck, but the burning sting didnt seem so bad. The last stroke landed right on the crease between buttock and thighs and it seemed to Chris to be harder than the rest.
From a distance he heard Phillip say, "You took that well Chris. You may stand up and pull up your pants."
As Chris stood his eyes started to water a bit, with the pain. The muscles in his butt letting him know they had been sorely beaten. His penis was no longer standing, for which he was thankful and as he bent over again to pull up his pants the muscles let him know again that they objected to being stretched like that at the moment. He straightened up did up his pants and turned to face Phillip.
"The usual drill Chris. You can stay in your room or go to the pool. Come and talk later if you want to."
"Thank you Phillip." Leaving Phillips office, Chris went to his room where he went into the bathroom and looked at his bum in the mirror. Eight straight weals over both cheeks two wrapped around the side of his right cheek, the ends of those strokes looked sticky as though they were about to start bleeding. The rest looked deeply red and starting to go purple. All of his buttocks were red with the deeper red lines of the marks from the cane. Running his fingers over the raised weals his _c_o_c_k_ jumped to attention. Pulling on some baggie swimming togs that he had bought at home last break, Chris made his way to the pool carrying his clothes. He was the last to arrive.
Sam smiled and said, "Nice to see you Chris. You are not running today I see."
"Not giving you a chance to light up my tail more. Its bad enough now."
"Good. Hop in the pool and start cooling it down then."
Chris joined his fellow class mates. Later as they were drying off he found that there was only one other, Joel Raymon, that had been caned and he had only got six. After he had dried off Chris went to his room. Even with the cooling effects from swimming, his bum still let him knowm it was hurting every time he moved. Getting to his room he fired up the laptop and got stuck into study.
Looking at the time on the task bar on the lap top, he was shocked to notice that it was 6.40pm, and he was late for dinner. Going into the bathroom he checked to make sure he looked ok, then went down to dinner. As he went into the dinning room there was a loud cheer from his classmates and as he joined them at the table after collecting his dinner from the servery, he asked, "What was that all about?"
"We thought that you were sulking," said Fred.
"No we thought you were so wrapped up in study, you forgot about dinner," said Paul.
"You are right on all counts," said Chris with a smile and changed the subject. "Whats the movie tonight?"
"The Last Samurai with Tom Cruise."
"Well in case I get so carried away with study, bang on my door as you go, so I wont miss it."
"Will do Chris," said several of the guys together.
After dinner Chris went back to study. First he erased all the spanking stories from his hard drive, then the pictures ha had down loaded. He still had them all burnt onto CD-R, if he had time to look at them again. He thought that without them being on the on the hard drive, the temptation to waste time reading stories about spanking would not be there. He got stuck into his study. He did not want another session with Phillip when he had a cane in his hand. Next time it might be worse, though Chris thought that today was bad enough. He gently touched his bum as he studied. With that gentle touch, his _c_o_c_k_ grew and he abandoned his study, lay on his side on the bed and slowly rubbed his _c_o_c_k_ through his pants. Pushing his pants to his knees he pulled his _c_o_c_k_ out of his boxers and started stroking it slowly. Grabbing a hand towel he kept handy, to catch his jism, he carried on stroking himself. He could feel his balls drawing up as his climax drew near.
Just then there was a knock on the door. "Chris, we are on the way down to the movie," called Fred through the door.
"Be there in a minute," he called back. Just then his climax erupted and he was glad that the guys hadnt opened his door. He couldnt remember whether he had locked it or not. Throwing the towel in the hamper, he had a piss, washed his hands and went to the movie.
After the movie he was invited to go with Phillip and Sam to the coffee bar for a drink. When they all had mugs of steaming Milo in their hands Chris opened the discussion.
"Guys, Im happy, so is that it."
Smiling Phillip said, "Not quite Chris. We want to know why you crashed so badly. All last term without a blemish now this. There must be a reason."
"Yeah Chris so far you have kept away from my strap. Im wondering if you are going to fall far enough from grace that Ive got to light up that bum of yours," said Sam.
"I hope not. Phillip lit it up enough today. Basically I down loaded some stories from the net during the break. I found that the time spent reading them got into my study time, as my bum found out. I wiped them from my hard drive before dinner."
"I wont ask what or how Chris. You young guys seem to be able to bypass a lot of the checks on the net to stop minors off the adult sites. I hope you got the message today Chris that fooling about doesnt pay."
"Yes Phillip. Im still getting it at the moment, although it is getting better than it was earlier."
"Im glad to hear the message got through then," Phillip smiled as he said that.
"It got through alright. Well guys Im beat. Thanks for the milo, Im heading off to bed."
"No more study tonight Chris?" asked Sam.
"Nope, just bed."
"Goodnight Chris, both Sam and Phillip said.
"Goodnight guys." Chris stood and took his mug to the sink and rinsed it out and turning it over left it on the bench.
He had the marks of that caning on his buttocks for two weeks before they faded away. For the rest of the term he was the perfect student and he sat the the examinations for University with confidence. In early January he got his results and he rang his parents to tell them that he had got 350 out of a possible 400. He phoned his mother, then his father.
After congratulating Chris, his father said, "Meet me at the office at 3pm Chris. Dont be late. By the way come on the bus, not your bike."
At 3pm Chris was ushered into his fathers office by his receptionist.
"Right on time Chris. Come on lets go."
"Go where Dad.?"
"Where ever I am going to take you Chris." This was an old game they used to play when Chris was a lot younger. They got into his fathers BMW and left the parking garage. A few minutes later they were at the BMW dealership, and Chris was led into the show room by his father. In the middle of the floor was a bright red BMW Mini with a white roof. It already had plates on it and Chris wondered who the lucky owner was. A saleman came over.
"Im John Blackwood, you must be Chris Grant," he said holding out his hand.
"Yes I am, said Chris shaking the offered hand.
"How do you like the car?" asked John.
"Which car?"
"That one", pointing to the Mini.
Chris looked at his Dad, then at the car, then back to his father.
"Son I knew you were going to pass. I didnt know you were going to ace it like you have. Congratulations again."
Just then Chriss mother appeared and joined them. "Congratulations Chris."
Chris had to sign a few papers and he could drive home in his own car.
Well that finishes the story. Any comment to eddybear5@yahoo. com
Ted B