Dear Sir,
I am writing this letter lying face down on top of my bed with a couple of pillows underneath my front and wearing just a pair of short white sport socks, just like I was when you last spanked me. On top of my bedside locker is my spare rugby shirt which I have folded up as best I can to make it look like it has just been taken out of its packaging (although I suspect not as tidily as you, as a former soldier, would expect to find it) with my spare rugby shorts spread out on top and my rugby boots on the floor next to my locker, as they would be were I expecting you to arrive and inspect them. Matron has still to return my used rugby kit and my second pair of rugby socks to me with the rest of my laundry later this week whilst Mr Jameson (my P. E. teacher) has said that he will reclaim my kit later today as I wont need it anymore. In fact Im just waiting for him to arrive and give me the spanking I know I deserve after an earlier incident on the pitch this afternoon.
You see, earlier today, we (the Reeds Year 11 team) were playing Charterhouse at home. It was a very close game and a tie right uptil the last minute. As the Ref blew the final whistle to mark the end of the game Chas Anderson (a boy from Charterhouse) wrestled the ball from me and scored a try making his team the winners, much to the consternation of my team. I was so annoyed that, without thinking, I kicked Anderson hard in his left calf and he called foul. Mr Jameson saw the whole thing and immediately hauled me off the pitch by my ear and pushed me into his office as he told me my behaviour was unacceptable. To be honest, I was more concerned with what your reaction would be were you to find out that Reeds had lost through me losing the tackle in the closing few seconds of the game to Anderson, than what the consequences would be from me kicking Anderson as, after Mr Jameson told you I failed to score a try in the last two games, you told me in no uncertain terms that you would punish me as soon as I got home if my attitude and performance didnt improve and I was anxious at the prospect of being spanked (or worse) for causing my team to lose. Inside his office Mr Jameson told me to apologise to Anderson immediately and that, as a result of my behaviour, he was dropping me from the team. I begged him not to drop me, knowing you would be furious when you found out from him why, but he insisted and said that after showering and apologising to Anderson I should go straight to my dorm and get ready for a spanking. When I told him he was not allowed to spank me he angrily told me not to answer him back and reminded me of the conversation you had with him when you attended Parents Evening earlier this year shortly after you married Mum, and suggested that whilst Im waiting for him to arrive to tend to my backside I should write to you and explain what has happened so you can prepare to deal with me when I return home for half-term at the end of next week.
I expect you remember your conversation with him all too clearly. The week before, I had spent the weekend at home for my sixteenth birthday, but what should have been an enjoyable day ended up with you giving me my first ever spanking. My Dad left Mum when I was very young and – as you know – I had never been spanked before so it came as something of a shock to me when, after questioning your authority in ordering me to wear shorts instead of my jeans, you sent me to my room and told me to strip down to my socks and lie face down on my bed with a couple of pillows under my front so you could warm my backside. I looked at Mum hoping she would stop you, but she said to do as you told me adding that I should know better than to disobey you or answer you back. Inside my room I did as you told me and waited for you to arrive, dreading what might happen next. After what seemed like an eternity but was probably only about half an hour or so later you arrived and after roughly pulling my legs and arms apart (so I was lying spread-eagled) and tightly tying my hands and feet to the headboard and foot of my bed you lectured me on my behaviour before soundly hand-spanking my bare butt fast and furiously, placing the odd smack across the back of my thighs. The more I cried and begged you to stop, the harder you spanked me, adding that if I didnt stop crying like a little girl you would give me something to cry about! You stopped two or three times to rub my butt and "reposition" my _c_o_c_k_ – as you told me the purpose of the pillows was to stop me ejaculating over the bottom sheet of my bed as my _c_o_c_k_ might otherwise become erect from inadvertently rubbing against it as you spanked me – as the purpose of my spanking was to correct my misbehaviour not cause it, although that did not stop you jacking me off towards the end of my spanking and then telling me in no uncertain terms that if I ever ejaculated again when you either repositioned my _c_o_c_k_ or spanked me you would break every bone in my body for giving Mu! m more w ashing to do by being such a "dirty little slut"! You then yanked my bed away from the wall so I could see more clearly what you were doing and picked up my clothes off the chair and demanded to know why they were not folded up tidily and said I lacked respect for anything or anyone. You ransacked the pockets of my jeans and took all the birthday money I had been given (keeping it for yourself) before turning my underpants inside out to examine them for cleanliness. Finding a small skid-mark inside them you wasted no time in pulling the belt out of my jeans, folding it in two, and whipping me with the folded strap six times: four times across my arse and once across the back of each thigh, as you told me "mark your underpants or spunk up over your bed again boy and I will sure as Hell will mark your backside and beat every last bit of _s_h_i_t_ and spunk out of you, you insolent little bastard! And to think you think youre old enough to wear long trousers; I dont think so boy, all the time you live under my roof you will wear shorts! Indeed, given the state of your underpants I think I may even talk to your mother about putting you back in nappies until you learn to keep your arse clean"! You concluded by giving me two more strokes: one across each buttock, this time with the buckle end of my belt before throwing my clothes on the floor in disgust, untying me and pulling me off the bed and frog-marching me into the living room where you made me stand in the corner of the room with my hands behind my head and nose and toes touching the wall, still naked apart from my socks, for about an hour before I was allowed to get dressed again. To add to my shame, two of Mum's old friends from the Women's Institute paid a surprise visit to see Mum whilst I was facing the wall and rather than show them into the dining room to see Mum you invited them into the living room and they got to see me naked, front and back, as you made me turn round (keeping my hands behind my head) to brieflyexplain what I had done to m! erit you giving me the belt before turning back to face the wall; both agreed with you that it was criminal to allow a boy my age to wear long trousers and told me I deserved to be strapped for being so impertinent towards you. No doubt satisfied that others approved of my spanking, you made sure I spent the whole weekend (indoors and outdoors) wearing my skimpy nylon football shorts (with nothing underneath) as opposed to my jeans (with my underpants underneath) even though it was bitterly cold outside. I thought my bits were going to drop off when I ventured outside.
My reason for recalling this is when you were speaking to Mr Jameson you will, no doubt, recall you said that, as a former soldier, you understood only too well the importance of P. E. and that if at any time I failed to give 100% either in his lesson or as a Member of the Year 11 Rugby team he was free to spank me as you had the previous week. Mr Jameson said that he was not permitted to physically punish boys now that corporal punishment had been banned but he could withhold my weekly allowance or give me extra P. E. todo in my free time, perhaps in-lieu of breakfast (from the time I got up at 07.30hrs each morning until the start of the school day at 08.55hrs on Mondays to Fridays or before Morning Worship in the School Chapel at 10.00hrs on Sundays. You said this was a poor substitute for a long hard spanking and went on to recall how you had been caned at school adding what was good enough for you was surely good enough for me! Mr Jameson agreed with you that caning should be reintroduced in schools but said it was still more than his jobs worth to cane me if I misbehaved in case he was reported although there was nothing to stop you caning me when Im at home. He even gave you the contact details of someone who still manufactures school canes for S & M play in case you wished to contact them to purchase one to use when punishing me, adding he lamented being unable to give unruly boys six strokes with the cane me across the palms of their hands as he himself had received at school. "Palm-caning is for little girls" you said, gratefully taking the details of the cane manufacturer, "boys should only ever be caned across their backsides and the back and inside of their thighs, bare of course so one can be sure to see the results of ones handywork immediately and preferably in addition to, and never in place of, a hand-spanking"!
Just thinking about it made my _c_o_c_k_ hard with fear and twitch against the inside of my gym shorts as I stood next to you as you sat talking to Mr Jameson. You either sensed as much or perhaps saw the bulge in my shorts and put your hand up my shorts leg to "reposition" my _c_o_c_k_ as you sternly told me to "lose it [my erection] boy or you will lose your shorts when I lose my temper with you"! I felt so humiliated with you repositioning my _c_o_c_k_ underneath my shorts with everyone looking at me, but you didnt seem to care and just added "I wont tell you again boy; youre not too old for me to pull down your shorts and put you over my knee here and now"! It made me wonder if that was why you insisted I wore my gym kit when every other boy present (from the youngest to the eldest) was wearing their uniform, knowing that at school – as in the army or when youre at home – I am not permitted to wear underwear underneath my P. E. shorts. Unable to lose my erection, when you eventually stopped masturbating me you pinched the back of my right thigh and said you would deal with my insolence later, adding a caning was just what I needed and deserved. Before leaving Mr Jameson you told him that, although he felt it was more than his jobs worth to risk caning me – even with your consent – the least he could do is hand-spank me in the way you had the week before, i. e., with me lying face-down on my bed, naked other than my socks, and perhaps with a couple of pillows under my front so he can "reposition" my _c_o_c_k_ if he felt so inclined, but in any event to make sure I am spanked long enough and hard enough to ensure every last millimetre of my arse is fire-engine red!
My _c_o_c_k_ is just as hard now thinking about my impending spanking from Mr Jameson and the spanking you will almost certainly give me in just over a weeks time when I come home. It is just as well that I hopefully have the dormitory to myself for a couple of hours as if anyone saw me now they would conclude I was indeed rubbing my _c_o_c_k_ against my bed for light relief whilst if Mr Jameson only spanks me half as hard as you did I dont think I could bear anything touching my arse for sometime afterwards as it will be sore for a few hours afterwards. Shortly after you last spanked me, I told Tom (my best schoolfriend) you had spanked me when he asked how I got the welts on my backside as we showered together after P. E. and he told me I was lucky to have avoided being spanked for so long as his Dad is forever caning him, and part of the reason why his mother sent him to boarding school was to avoid him being spanked so often by his Dad. I only hope you wont be too hard on me.
See you soon. Tell Mum Matron sends her love and that she will see her at the Regional Countrywomens Guild A. G.M. if she does not see her at a hunt meet before.
Stuart, xx.