Broughton Hall was an old established school, the first students had arrived sometime in the mid 1800's. Since then except for some necessary repairs and modernization things had remained pretty much the same.
The traditions remained, most boys attending were following in the footsteps of Fathers, Uncles, older Brothers. Corporal punishment was still used to correct violations of the rules, and the honor of the School must be maintained.
Housemasters, Teachers, and Prefects caned, the Headmaster also administered justice but only occasionally and for mostly serious offenses happening off the school property.
Roy Dutton was the Senior Prefect and Head boy of the school, there were six other Prefects in their senior year. All were seventeen and would graduate to various Colleges at the close of the school year. It was on a Monday morning that Dutton was told that the Headmaster Dr. Johnson would like to see him. Dutton went to the Office and was told by the Secretary to go right in. Dr. Johnson greeted him warmly, and after some generalities the Headmaster got to the reason for his summons.
"I have received some disturbing news regarding student behavior in the town. I would like to meet with you and the other senior Prefects when possible. Right after classes this evening would be fine, and I want the meeting to take place in the Prefects common room. I trust that will be all right?"
"That will be fine, Sir, may I ask what this is about?"
"I would rather not say at the moment, and I would like you just to tell everyone that you want a meeting at 5:00 p. m.. Don't mention my attending I will explain at the meeting."
"That will be O. K. Sir," there was a note of curiosity in Dutton's reply. He got up to leave and as he reached the door, "Oh, Dutton you still have that VCR in the common room?"
"Yes Sir," and as he walked away his mind was racing what the meeting could be about, and why the VCR.
The word was passed to all concerned, a mandatory meeting at 5:00 p. m. in the common room.
All the boys were in the room a few minutes before five. These meetings were not uncommon, and other than the fact they took up time from sports etc., there was no great concern. Right before five Roy Dutton entered the room with the Headmaster.
The Prefects stood, "Please be seated" Dr. Johnson told the group.
Taking a position before the seven youths Dr. Johnson went on to explain that he had called the meeting as it directly involved the Prefects. He wanted the problem taken care of quietly, without the news getting all over the school, and consequently back to parents in letters home.
The Headmaster opened his briefcase and took out a video cassette, and asked Dutton would he kindly put it in the machine and turn on the TV. Dutton did as he was asked and soon they were watching a surveillance tape of the inside of a store in the local shopping mall. The film was dated and showed the pictures as taken on the previous Saturday afternoon at 2:30 p. m. As the camera panned around the store it showed several boys in school uniform, making purchases and examining various items that the store sold.
The camera stopped for a moment at a display of Sunglasses, a boy in school uniform was examining the display and trying on several pairs of the glasses. His back was to the camera but as he was trying the glasses it became very obvious when he slipped a pair inside his shirt front. After trying on several more pair he turned and headed for the doorway, his back still to the camera. Then another camera had been turned on and it showed the boy walking toward the store entrance. This camera showed the full face of the boy, and whoever had been operating the surveillance system zoomed the camera onto the face of the boy. A gasp came from the seven boys the camera showed the unmistakable features of Rick Morley. A senior, and a prefect he was sitting in their midst at this very moment.
All eyes turned to Morley with looks of amazement. He looked down at the floor his face red with embarrassment at being caught in the act then displayed as a thief in front of his peers.
"Do you wish to say anything in your defense?" asked the Headmaster as he reached over and removed the tape from the VCR.
Morley shook his head, and mumbled, "I didn't know they had cameras, or I would not have done it, it was sheer stupidity I did not need the glasses."
The Head went on to say that he had spoken to the store owners. That was taken care of as he had told them emphatically that the culprit would be swiftly and severely dealt with by both his peers and the school administration. "Morley I want you in my study, at seven o'clock this evening DO NOT be late, and your dress will be P. E. clothes, I repeat DO NOT be late."
Turning to Roy Dutton he went on, "Mr. Dutton I fully expect you and your fellow Prefects to deal with your part of this before Morley reports to me."
"We will Sir," and he looked over to Morley his head hung down in misery at having been so exposed to his fellows. The door closed behind the Headmaster, and Dutton turned to Morley "_d_a_m_n_ Rick what the hell were you thinking of, you know this is serious we must punish you." Turning to the others he asked, "Three strokes each OK?" They nodded agreement, and tried to avoid eye contact with Rick.
Dutton turned to the cupboard that the canes were stored in, he sorted among them and took out two. They would ensure maximum sting, a pronounced welt, but nothing that would last more than a day or so.
"Sorry Rick, but you better get ready it's almost supper time. We must go all the way with this one."
Rick gasped, "Bare?", Dutton nodded. Rick took off his jacket, slipped off his shoes then slowly lowered and stepped out of his trousers. He put everything on a chair, he looked askance at Dutton, a silent plea to keep his underwear. Dutton leaned forward and started the last protective covering on their downward path, Rick completed the task and the underwear joined his other garments on the chair. He stood now in only his socks and shirt the latter just covering his buttocks, and hiding his manhood from the others.
Dutton took two cushions from the settee and placed them on the large table. He motioned Rick to the table. Morley lay on the table the cushions beneath his hips, a tear was trickling down his face he was truly ashamed of what he had done. He was held spreadeagle by four of the boys, one each at his ankles and wrists. Rick was distraught at the realization of what he had done to disgrace his friends, he was to be beaten with the cane. He had felt its bite before, but this was to be by far the worst as he knew he deserved it more than any previous caning. Dutton moved to the table and lifting the shirt tail folded it to completely expose Rick's spread buttocks. Morley was on the swim team, and the white triangles that were his buttocks contrasted vividly with the rest of his exposed skin.
Dutton and the other Prefect not holding Morley stood on each side of the table, they each held a cane. Dutton lay his cane across the white flesh, and took his stance so that the cane would cut across both buttocks. The other boy did the same from the other side of the table. Dutton took a step back and raised his cane at arms length, then lunging forward brought his cane down slashing across the raised buttocks of the supine youth. A stripe of flesh was momentarily depressed the buttocks clenched and scalloped, Morley's head jerked back. The buttocks relaxed the stripe reddened. The cane from the other side scorched its way across the triangles of white just below the first, causing the youth to clench his buttocks again. This cane was a little thinner and the tip curled into the hip leaving a bite mark.
Dutton nodded and he and his caning partner put down their implements and changed places with the youths holding the ankles. Two more vicious cuts of the canes erupted across the reddening buttocks of the now moaning youth. The two caner's were again changed, this time with the two holding the wrists took the canes in hand. These two were by far the biggest of the group, both lifted weights and were good athletes. They in turn took a moment to adjust the stance to the stroke of the cane. The crown of the upturned buttocks was crimson, the first cane flailed into the stripe left by the very first stroke. The caner held it down into the welt, as the other caner flogged the buttocks from his side.
Again the canes changed hands the first two were to take their second strokes. Dutton's stroke landed exactly were the legs and buttocks joined, the stroke from the other side a scant half inch above. The ninth and tenth stroke raised more welts on the rapidly disappearing white triangles that had been the rounded buttocks of the youth. As did the eleventh and twelfth. Morley was now beginning to struggle and arch his back with each stroke. The holders were straining to keep him still as he twisted to escape the bite of the canes. The third round of strokes lashed across his buttocks now a mass of welts. The last two strokes were delivered to stitch the other strokes together. The penultimate stroke was angled so that the tip of the cane bit the lower left buttock were it joined the leg. A final stroke had the tip bite the hip on the upper left. Together they formed a rapidly reddening cross to the welted buttocks of Morley.
The caning by his fellows was complete, they helped Rick off the table his tear streaked face almost as red as his buttocks. He tried to massage his bottom but the pain was too bad at the moment. He gingerly put on his boxers. Then leaned heavily on the table he had just been whipped on.
"I am so very sorry " he sobbed, "Please leave me, I won't have supper I need to clean up before my visit to the study."
The others all left the room, Rick gathered his clothing and limped to the senior shower room, alone he undressed. The sight of his welted buttocks in the mirror brought fresh tears to his eyes, as he made his way into the water of the shower. Slowly he managed to wash his body, and carefully soaped his bottom. He went to the room he shared with Dutton and readied himself for his seven o'clock appointment with the Headmaster.
Promptly at seven clad only in his T shirt and PE shorts, ankle socks and tennis shoes, he knocked on the door that was Dr. Johnson's office.
"Enter"
Rick opened the door and went into the study. The large desk, the fireplace, and other furnishings were all familiar to him from previous more pleasant visits to this room.
"Ah! , Morley, you have really got yourself into a mess this time, I cannot understand why you would comprise yourself like this. You know I must call your Father, and see what he wants done about this matter."
"Were you punished by the other Prefects?" "Yes Sir."
"Thoroughly I hope?" "Yes Sir."
"Good, now I am calling your Father. He will no doubt wish to talk to you as well."
Dr. Johnson placed the call and got Ricks Father on the phone, "Colonel, I apologize for this intrusion but . . ." He went on to explain what it was all about. After he finished the explanation he was silent listening to whatever Rick's Father was saying.
"Yes Colonel he is right here in my study, you can most certainly talk with him," and he handed Rick the phone.
Rick began "Hello . . . Yes Sir . . .Yes Sir . . . I understand Sir." His Father lectured clearly, his next visit home would be very painful, and he was to forget any ideas of lazy Summer days. A final "Yes Sir," and he handed the phone back to the Headmaster.
"Yes Colonel he has been punished by his peers . . . caned I believe" Rick nodded "Yes that was it, caned . . . Very good I will do what I feel is best. Thank you for your confidence, and understanding, Goodnight."
Putting down the phone he sat at his desk and turning to Rick.
"Now. Morley I intend to have you punished further. I am going to have the school Porter come to my Study and cane you again, I feel his younger arm will do a better job than mine. Do you understand? It is that or expulsion, and your Father has asked that I avoid that if possible."
"Yes Sir"
"Good now turn around and let me see what the Prefects did to you."
Rick turned and lowering his shorts bent forward exposing his buttocks. Dr. Johnson came around his desk to better see the results of the caning.
"A good job, however I can assure you that I intend to have Mr. Soames do a much better one. Return to my study in three days and we will see how your bottom looks then . . . Then we will make an appointment to conclude this business. Very well you may go."
Rick rearranged his clothing and left the study. A cold lump in his stomach, he only knew of one other caning by Soames, and it had been described as flogging. He was not a happy camper.
He returned to his room to find Dutton sitting by the fire watching TV. "How did it go?" Rick told him all that had occurred on his visit to the Headmaster Dutton had also heard of Soames caning, and expressed sympathy for his roommate, and friend.
"How is your bottom, does it need some cream?" " I think that would help." Rick answered. Dutton took a jar of cold cream from his closet, and told Rick to bend over and grab the chair seat. He then went behind Rick, and gently slid down his shorts. Putting some cream on his palm Dutton gently spread it on his friends buttocks. There was still heat being generated by the welts as he slid his hand across the ridges left by the cane. Rick gasped as the cold cream touched him and he leaned forward until he was used to the touch of his friend. The rubbing of the cream and the swaying of his hips quickly brought him to erection.
They had both applied the soothing cream to each other before and were aware of the effect it had on their loins. Dutton reached in front of Rick, and gripped the youths throbbing penis in his already lubricated hand. He stroked the jerking rod, after a while Rick moaned, "Faster . . . faster." His buttocks clenched sending new needles of stinging fire into him as his penis sent stream after stream of youthful cum into the towel Dutton was holding under him with his free hand as he milked his friend of the last drops of cream.
Finally Rick let out a gasp and straightened up. Dutton handed him the towel, and undoing his belt slipped out of his trousers.
"My turn we will just have time before lights out." The two youths changed places, and Rick lowered Dutton's shorts to the floor. Dutton stepped out of them and bent over the chair. Rick took the cane they kept in the closet, tapped his friend's legs apart. He then delivered six stinging cuts to the buttocks of his roommate. He threw down the cane took the cream put some on his palm and began the massage. He passed the towel to his friend. Dutton was already hard and throbbing and would soon be adding his juice to that of his friend . . . . . . . . .
To be continued.
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