The first part of Pain and Pleasure should be read first. **********************************************************
Four days had passed since Rick Morley had been caned by his peers for his little shoplifting episode. He had since then apologized to them all for his stupidity, and resulting suspicions of his school mates when they were in the town. His friend and room mate Roy Dutton had applied cream on several occasions and all evidence of the caning had all but disappeared.
He reported to the Matron, who in turn reported to the Headmaster that he was sufficiently healed to receive the rest of his punishment. The next morning Friday he was told to report to the Headmaster Dr. Johnson.
"Morley, Matron tells me that you are in good shape again?"
"Yes Sir"
"Very well as I told you on Monday you are to be punished further by Mr. Soames the Porter. You will also be confined to the School property for the rest of the term. Is that understood?"
Rick nodded.
"Good then you will go after classes to-day to the Porters Lodge, Mr. Soames will be expecting you, you do exactly as he tells you. I want Dutton along as a witness and if necessary to assist Soames. Be there promptly at 4 pm., dismissed."
The rest of the day was spent in tortured anticipation, Roy Dutton tried to console Rick, but was not really successful. Soames punishments were extremely rare, and they could only recall two. Neither one had seen the results, but the stories were chilling.
The inevitable could be delayed no longer, and 4 pm found the two on the porch of the Porters Lodge. After knocking the door was opened and they were asked inside. Soames lived alone, but during the day the Lodge was used by the Groundsman, Dixon, as his office as well. Both men were in the room drinking tea.
Dutton being the head boy of the school was treated with respect, and invited to sit down and join them in their break. Roy did just that and was passed a cup of tea. Turning his attention to Rick, Soames was no less respectful.
"Morley, I am sure that you do not need to be reminded further of the stupidity of your actions."
"No" Rick was doing his best not to appear nervous, but it was almost too much.
Soames pointed to a door. "Please go in there and undress completely, you will find a towel for your waist and some shower thongs. We will join you shortly, thank you."
Rick turned and entered the room beyond the door it was very plain, more like an entry way. Two chairs and some clothes hooks on the wall. Another door at the opposite end from where he had entered. He undressed and took the towel from one of the hooks and wrapped it around his waist, slipping his feet into the shower shoes he sat down to await his fate. His seventeen year old manhood was hiding in his pubic hair. He rubbed it unconsciously, but it did not respond as usual.
In the other room the three tried to be casual, but they all knew that what was about to happen was not going to be pleasant. After perhaps ten minutes Soames put down his cup.
"Let's get this unpleasant business over with."
All three rose and went through the door that Rick had entered. Rick sat on one of the chairs, not the happiest looking young man.
"This way," and Soames led the trio on through the other door, a small landing then a set of stairs led downward. The basement was large, very well lit, and heated. A workbench and some tools took up one wall. The lodge was built on a hillside and double doors led outside opposite the bench.
The far wall was a curtain. Soames stopped at the curtain and pulled it to one side. The room extended perhaps another ten feet beyond. A sink on the far wall a barrel of water from which the handles of some very obvious canes protruded, two tawse were hung on the wall above the sink.
The focal point was in the center of the space. An A frame apparatus that was hinged forward. A padded bar crossed it at the hinge section, the legs were perhaps three feet apart at the floor. A variety of straps were attached at several places on the framework. The whole thing was antiseptically white, with the exception of the brown straps and padding.
Taking Rick by the arm Soames stood him in front of the frame. Then moving some pegs adjusted the cross bar to a height just above Rick's hips. Rick was told to bend over the bar and grip another bar further up on the frame, this pulled his feet clear of the floor. He was in effect suspended by his hips, another padded piece was slipped across the upper frame to support Rick's upper body and head. His ankles were secured in place, then more restraints on his legs just above the knee. A folded towel across the small of his back was secured by another broad strap, his wrists were put in straps at the upper crossbar. Soames reached to Rick's waist and slid the towel from the youths body.
A completely naked youth was pinioned to the frame, his swimmers body was bent at the middle, the now parted buttocks formed taut white triangles of smooth flesh. The center cleft held wide open by the spreading of his legs, and as yet lacking of hair, exposed the pink of the sphincter.
Rick was completely immobilized, all body movement was eliminated. The whole procedure had taken no more than two minutes, it had seemed like two hours to Rick, Roy Dutton standing directly behind Rick, was transfixed with the whole scenario. He and Rick had been good friends and room mates for a long time. During that time they had exercised all sorts of intimacies, but he had never seen his friend in such a dire position. He could feel a stirring in his loins as his gaze was transfixed on the pink crinkles of the exposed sphincter.
He was drawn out of his daydream by Soames voice.
"Morley . . . you are to be punished for your acts in town last week, Dutton is here too witness that the wishes of the Doctor are carried out. We have been charged to give you twelve strokes of the tawse, followed by twelve strokes of the cane. As per the Headmasters order, all to be well laid on the bare buttocks."
Rick moaned, as he saw Soames take two tawse from the wall and hand one to Dixon. He heard the leather snap as it was flexed, and heard a shuffle of feet as the two men positioned themselves on either side of him. The soft kiss of leather as it was laid across his buttocks to gauge distance brought a shudder to his body before it was withdrawn.
He next felt a vicious sting as the three fingers of the tawse snapped at the exposed flesh of his right buttock. The yell Rick let out was almost one of surprise at the viciousness of the sting.
SNAP . . .SNAP . . .SNAP . . .SNAP . . .SNAP . . five more such stinging blows were dealt to his right buttock all within the fleeting minutes that seemed to never stop. He shouted as each stroke reddened his bottom. Dutton could not pull his eyes away from the scene, now Dixon laid a ranging stroke on the left buttock of his companion. The tawse fairly whistled as it sliced through the air to lash the unprotected buttock, a gagging sound escaped Rick's throat as the tips of the tawse fingers snapped into the cleft of his bottom, and nipped at the pinkness. Another five strokes landed all to snap at the tender most flesh of the cleft. Rick was sobbing loudly, Dutton was ashen as he watched the disciplining continue.
The tawse were rehung on the walls to await the buttocks of some other luckless youth. Their places were taken by two canes brought dripping from the barrel, and gripped tightly in the hands of the caners. They each swished the instruments to rid them of excess moisture, then again taking their stances the two men continued their tasks.
This time they alternated strokes as had the Prefects earlier. These canes were heavier yet made pliable by the soaking. Rick shrieked as each stroke sent a ball of fire racing back and forth across his taut buttocks. He tore at the restraints, but all for nought as he was well secured by the straps. Dixon paused for several seconds looking for an unstriped area of the glowing bottom before delivering a crashing penultimate stroke to the boy. The resulting cry was cut off as the final stroke was delivered to the still quivering flesh .
"No . . .no . . .no . . . no more," Rick begged, he had no idea of the count he was almost in a state of shock at the seeming ruthlessness of what could only be described as a flogging.
Soames brought the clothes from above as Dixon released the straps. Rick remained bent over the horse not moving as the pain of the whipping continued to torment his nerve ends.
"Take your time, you can leave by the lower door" Soames bent over Rick and gave him a pat on the shoulder. "You did very well."
It was some time before Rick tested the contraction of his stretched muscles by standing when he did he gasped anew at the sting. Dutton helped him dress, and the two friends made their way back to the protection of their room. Once again Rick bared himself as Dutton prepared to soothe his pain. As he bent over the table Dutton gently applied the cooling cream to his friend, this time he had to also work some cream into the crease of the red buttocks. As he did so he felt in his mind, rather than saw, the rapidly raising penis of his room mate.
His own penis was erect and throbbing at the mental imaging of the earlier lashing of the buttocks he was now massaging. Without stopping his ministrations, Dutton managed to loosen his clothing to the point that his trousers and briefs slid down to the floor. Stepping out of the clothes, with his free hand he lubricated his throbbing erection with its shining evidence of pre cum. Ever so gently he placed it against the sphincter of his friend. Sensing the pleasure that was yet to come Rick relaxed, and the rock hard member of his room mate slid into his body. He sighed at the feel of his friend entering him. Dutton let himself slide right up to the red buttocks, the surprise of the heat caused him to withdraw partly, then again thrust into his friend.
The two youths were in a state of rapture as Dutton stroked himself to a tremendous final thrust into the body beneath him. As he reached the apex, his gaze was fixed on the closet across the room to where he knew Rick would soon be taking out the cane to flail his bottom before he too felt the thrust of Ricks manhood. That thought brought a final surge of his juices into Rick.
Rick walked to the closet, extracted the cane, Dutton bent over the table. As Rick turned to lash the bare buttocks of Roy Dutton. He was so focused on the task ahead that he failed to notice the shadow of the two boys at the window.
It was not until the next day, Saturday, that Rick and Roy answered a knock at their door. Two Juniors they knew slightly, Josh Wilson, and Eliot Seetin stood in the doorway.
"May we come in?, we apparently have a common interest with you both that we think we could all explore to our distinct pleasure"
Rick puzzled, motioned them in and offered them seats on his bed.
The two Juniors glanced at each other then Seetin spoke . . . "Last night . . . . . . . . . .
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