A Visit to a Boarding School
Author: Didaktos didaktos@geocities.com
Henry Fairbeard was a tearaway. He was seventeen years old. His father had left home when he was ten years old and he had spent the intervening years with no male control at home and little from his mother for, after her work to provide for the familys upkeep, and her housekeeping and cooking, there was little time or energy left for anything else. Henry had made little progress at school and had left with no qualifications when he was sixteen. After then, he had drifted between jobs and was currently out of work.
He had now been out of school for almost a year, for it was summer and approaching the start of another school holiday. It was Saturday morning. Henry had been wandering about the town for half the day, enjoying the weather. Whatever else he did, he could improve his sun-tan and so was wearing shorts and a white tee-shirt. He had complained that neither his trainers nor his shorts nor his tee-shirt bore designer labels but his mother had told him that the remedy was in his own hands. Get a job and earn some money. After he had paid his share towards his keep, he could waste the rest on whatever he chose. She added that she could not see the point in paying through the nose for the privilege of advertising the brands concerned. He had tried to explain but it fell on deaf ears.
Not far from Henrys home, there was a very exclusive boys school. Some of its pupils came from local homes but most were boarders. Henry had often seen them in some of their activities. It was a rugger school during the winter. That ruled out the possibility of Henrys school playing the, even if the fact that they only played with schools of their own "class" had not. In the summer, of course, they played cricket, being always immaculately turned out in white flannels, white shirts and sweaters with the school colours for boarders and caps. The school ran an army cadet unit and prided itself on the number of its old boys who went on to Sandhurst and army commissions, often in the more prestigious regiments.
When the boys from the school went off the premises, they were normally in a smart and expensive uniform. Incredibly, in Henrys view, including the wearing of straw boaters on their heads in the summer. This was an item which drew ribald comments from the local youths. On other occasions of recreation, the boys were allowed freedom in their clothing. Henry had seen them on some outings and in free time in the school grounds. Every expensive designer labels could be found among the boys leisure apparel.
As Henry went past the school, he saw people going in. There was a charity cricket match against a famous public school. He looked at the notice. There were a range of prices for different areas, with or without strawberry teas and other options. There was no-one at the gate checking tickets or taking money. Henry had never been in and this seemed a chance. He could have a look around, at least. In the end, a ticket or money might be demanded. If and when that happened, he could feign innocence and take his leave.
He went in with a small crowd, relieved that he was not too conspicuous. Some family groups included teenagers dressed as he was. They were directed by signs along the drive. Then there came the first parting of the ways. A sign apologised that there was no toilet provision near the cricket ground but that they was ample accommodation for both genders in the school buildings. He took the right fork to the buildings.
It was not difficult to find the Gents and Henry relieved himself. He also had a quick glance around. There was a cord across the corridor discouraging the public from going further. Just down that corridor, Henry saw a sign over a doorway leading to some stairs. It said, "Sixth Form Dormitories ONLY."
Later, bored by the slow progress of a cricket match made even more boring because Henry had no knowledge of or interest in either team, he decided that he would go home. He got to his feet and, when he reached the fork, decided to call at the loo again. Once relieved, he came out. The building appeared to be completely empty and curiosity got the better of him. He stepped over the guarding cord, a few feet down the corridor and through the doorway. Soon he was climbing the stairs to the Sixth Form Dormitory. At the head of the stairs, he saw a long corridor, over the one on the ground floor from which he had come. On both walls were a series of doors.
He went down to investigate. He opened the first door. Lying on the bed was a sight to bring envy to his heart. Clearly the owner had been indulging in some sort of recreation and had changed into uniform or cricket gear, depending on whether he was a player or spectator at the match. Scattered over the bed was tee-shirt and shorts which would have been the envy of almost every boy he know. On the floor, there were a pair of matching trainers.
The temptation was too much. He went in, scooped up his prize and came out. He went quickly along the corridor and down the stairs. It was then that it went wrong. Just as he reached the ground floor, several large members of the school appeared, in army uniform. He was grabbed and taken into a class room.
One of his captors said, "What do you think youre doing?"
Henry replied, "I was just looking around and I saw them. Im sorry."
Another said, "Wed better get him to somebody."
A third said, "Lets make sure that he doesnt get away. Ive got some cord."
Henry found his ankles being tied together and his wrists secured behind his back. In the meantime, one of them had gone away and he returned with a master, also in army uniform.
The first one to question Henry said, "Its lucky the exercise was called off and we came back when we did, sir. We found this fellow coming down from our dorms and hed got Dunlop-Creamers gear with him."
The master said, "Very well. Coleman, you stay with me. I dont think well have too much trouble. The rest of you can go."
They went out and the master said, "Whats you name?"
"Henry Fairbeard."
"Have you any explanation?"
"You wont believe me if I tell you. I didnt mean to nick anything to start with."
"Try me. What is your explanation?"
"I came in to see the cricket. Ive always wondered what it was like in here. Then I got bored with the cricket and I came out. I went to the loo and when I finished, I sort of wondered what it was like where the boys live. I went up the stairs to have a look. Well, this gear was lying on the bed in the first place I looked in and Ive always wanted some stuff like that. Im sorry. I took it. I know it was wrong and Im sorry. Actually, I dont think youll believe this either, but really, Im glad I was caught except for one thing."
"Whats that?"
"Youre going to have to tell the police and itll really upset my Mum. I havent got a Dad now. I havent had one since I was ten and shes done everything for me."
The master said, "Actually, youre wrong."
"Im not. Honestly, my Mums done everything for me. Dad just went off when I was ten and he hasnt done anything for Mum of me since then."
"That wasnt what I meant. Youre wrong, because I think I do believe you, both about being glad that youve been caught and that you went to explore and not to steal. I think I have an idea of how to sort this out."
He turned to Coleman and said, "Find Dunlop-Creamer and send him here. Dont tell him what its about."
"Yes, sir."
He went out and the master said, "Youd better sit down and I can."
They sat facing each other across the large desk and the stolen goods went onto the floor on the masters side.
The master said, "Im Mr Coverdale. Sorry about the uniform. I have to play soldiers with the boys. Tell me about yourself."
"Theres not much to tell. I made a mess of school and Im making a mess of everything else now."
"Would you like to do better?"
"Of course I would. I just dont see how I can. I dont stick at anything."
"You arent stupid, though, are you?"
Henry said, "I must be to have done a stupid thing like that."
"There might be other explanations. It must be difficult for a boy who has nothing to see these lads with everything."
"I dont think Id ever really thought of it like that."
He gave the matter a little consideration and then said, "Actually, I dont think I ever thought of them as people at all. They were just the kids at the nobs school and we took the Mickey when we could."
"Quite. You do think and it could be developed."
Just then another boy came into the room.
Mr Coverdale said, "Ah, Dunlop-Creamer. When was the last time you were told that you had to leave your dormitory space neat and tidy?"
"This morning, sir."
"Who told you?"
"You did, sir."
"And what did I say would happen if there wasnt an improvement?"
"You actually said that Id have a striped backside, sir."
"Dunlop-Creamer, we have here a rather stupid boy. As an outsider he wondered what the accommodation was like. He took the chance to go onto your corridor. Your space is the first, isnt it?"
"Yes, sir."
"And what do you think he saw?"
"Just a bed space, sir."
"Sadly, it was not just a bed space. What he saw was a heap of expensive leisure garments scattered round the room. He is being brought up by a mother alone. She is struggling to manage and cant afford anything like that. What had started as a foolish journey of exploration turned out to be a temptation he couldnt resist. Its your fault that he was tempted. I cant imagine that he would have gone diving into wardrobes and drawers to discover such garments."
Henry said, "I probably wouldnt have done that but I dont know I wouldnt have looked. Its not his fault that I nicked it, though. I knew it was wrong and anyway, I shouldnt have been there. Youre going to have to tell the police, arent you?"
Dunlop-Creamer said, "You dont have to tell the police, do you, sir? Youre right, sir. It was partly my fault."
Mr Coverdale said, "I really dont think I can let it go and I cant see any other way out of it. I dont want to and Id seize on any proper alternative. It wouldnt even be fair to him to let it go completely."
"Well, sir. Youre going to have to whack me. If you do it now, he can see what its like and then you could offer to give him a caning instead of doing it officially. Actually, sir, that might be better for him. In a way, hes a bit like me. I havent got a Dad. At least, I have but hes not interested in me. Mums brought me up. The difference is that my dads coughed up the money for us and Ive come here. Its been people like you whove been my dad. If you cane him, he might feel about it a bit like I do. You know, sir. Weve talked about it. He might need masculine control, like I do."
Mr Coverdale said, "How does the idea appeal to you, Henry?"
"I dont want to be caned, but its obvious that Ive got to be punished and that could happen without Mum knowing. Ive told you. Id give anything not to hurt her. Its obvious that its got to be a tremendous whacking but that would be better than the police."
"Right. There shouldnt be anyone in this area for at least an hour and itll only take five minutes. Ill go and get a cane."
Dunlop-Creamer said, "Shall I stay and you can deal with me as well, sir?"
"You may as well. Id better introduce you. The other lad is Henry Fairbeard. Hes not a boy here and so I should use Christian names if you want to."
He went out and Dunlop-Creamer said, "Im Humphrey."
Henry said, "Pleased to meet you. Sorry I cant shake hands. Im sort of tied up."
"Do you want me to unfasten you?"
"Youd better not, thanks. I might be tempted to scarper and I cant now. Im sorry I got you into trouble."
"Its my own fault. Forget it. It was my fault that youre in trouble."
"Its not. I shouldnt have gone past that cord and I shouldnt have gone upstairs and I shouldnt have nicked the stuff. Its my fault. How do they cane you here? Is it on the hands?"
"No. Its across the bum. Actually, Ive been wondering about it. The masters who can cane have a special piece of furniture. They call it a caning stool. I think they used something like it at Eton for birching. We kneel on it. They say its better for caning because your bum is lower than when you just bend over and so they can hit harder. As well as that, its easier to stay and take it. Mr Coverdale wont bring a stool with him."
"I hope I can stay and take it. Will you hold me down to make sure that I do?"
"I dont think youll need holding down, Henry. Its the people who wont accept that they ought to be punished who are the real pains about getting it. We had one in our form. Even when he was in trouble with a whole lot of other people and they all accepted that a whacking was fair, he was still explaining why he ought to be an exception. He used to try to duck and dodge. It always made it even worse for him as well. If you did dodge, the cane would probably still get you but it didnt count. Id be prepared to bet that hed do that even now, if he had another. Dont worry. Itll hurt like hell, but youll take it like a man. I know you will."
"You dont know me like I do, Humphrey."
"No, but Ive heard you trying to take the blame and get me out of trouble. Thats what the best of our lads do, if it might be their fault. Lads like that always take it well."
"Will I be able to see you get it, so that Ill know what to do?"
Just then, Mr Coverdale returned carrying three canes.
"Dont worry. It will only be one at a time. These will probably be OK. Ive had them a little time but my colleagues have mentioned that we have a duff supply at the moment and several have broken."
Humphrey said, "Henry wants me to go first, sir, so that he knows what to do. Is that alright with you?"
"Sure. The seats of the classroom chairs are about the same height as the stool."
Humphrey brought a chair into the clear space in the middle of the room. He lowered his trousers to below his knees and then knelt on the floor.
Henry watched Mr Coverdale aim carefully, take the cane well back and then drive it into Humphreys seat. He saw a quiver go though the boys body as a wave of pain shot through him. The cane was withdrawn and taken back. After a pause, it crashed down again. A third stroke and Mr Coverdale said, "Up you get, Dunlop-Creamer. I dont expect it will teach you but it makes the point and six wouldnt teach you either. Pop into my study and sign up for it later today."
Humphrey got to his feet, pulled his trousers up and rubbed his seat. He fastened his trousers and said, "Henry asked me to stay in case he needs to be held down, sir. Im sure he wont, but shall I stay in case he needs some help."
Henry said, "Id prefer it. It probably sounds stupid but Humphrey almost feels like a friend."
He stood up and said, "If Im going to walk over, can you untie my ankles, please, Humphrey?"
Mr Coverdale said, "What about your wrists?"
"Id prefer them to stay fastened until Ive been caned, please. Its a reminder that I ought to be a prisoner for what Ive done."
Humphrey released his ankles. Henry walked across to the chair and said, "Humphrey, will you take my shorts down, please?"
Mr Coverdale said, "Theres no real need for that, Henry."
"There is. Humphrey had it on his pants. I shouldnt have any more protection. If you cane people on the bare bottom, I ought to have that. What I did was dead serious, a lot more serious than what he did."
Humphrey started to unfasten Henrys shorts and said, "It can be bare for very serious things. Is that what you want?"
"Yes, please."
"Stand by the chair ready to go down. You wont be able to walk with your pants round your ankles."
Humphrey slipped his thumbs inside the waist band of Henrys pants and pushed pants and shorts down together.
"OK. Get down, now Henry. Ill pull your tee-shirt right out of the way for you."
Henry lowered himself onto his knees and leaned forward across the seat of the chair as he had seen Humphrey do. He knew that he deserved to be punished and he preferred this to the police. Surprisingly, he also felt that both Humphrey and Mr Coverdale were on his side. He felt Humphrey pull his tee-shirt right up and tried to get his secured wrists and hands out of the way. Now he could just wait.
At last there was the slight sound of the cane speeding through the air and the crack as it struck very firmly across both cheeks. He felt a surge of pain and he confirmed what he had seen, namely that Mr Coverdale knew how to use a cane. He clamped his jaws together, determined not to make a sound if he could avoid it.
He looked up towards Humphrey and said, "Can you just hold my wrists, to make sure that I dont get in Mr Coverdales way, please. Theyre probably OK but they feel as though theyre going too low."
Humphrey took his wrists and held them up. Henry braced himself for the next stroke.
Once again, he heard that slight sound and then felt the crash of a second stroke. Again, the pain surged out from that line and was powerful enough to force him to allow his head to be thrown slightly back. Suddenly, Henry was aware not only of the pain at his rear but also of the excitement at a nearby site. His willy had advanced from hanging limply and was already stiffening up.
Crracckk!
The cane struck again. That was three. Henry wondered how many. He knew that it would be more than Humphrey had received. This was confirmed as the fourth stroke landed. Once again, he made himself remain silent. Now he was also aware of movement at his wrists and then Humphrey said, "Ive undone your wrists. Itll be a bit easier if you hang onto something."
Gratefully, Henry moved his hands down and held the chair legs.
Crracckk!
A fifth stroke was successfully accepted. His behind felt badly bruised and he did not know how many more he could take.
Crracckk!
The sixth stroke landed. Again, Henry forced himself to remain silent. Now his preoccupation was much more of how he could disguise his throbbing masculine member when it was over. To his relief, he saw Humphrey move behind him as Mr Coverdale said, "Thats it, Henry."
Henry stood and quickly pulled his Y-fronts up. He rubbed his seat, pulled his shorts up and fastened them. He turned round and said, "I thought it would be more than that."
Mr Coverdale said, "Weve got a rigid rule here. Only the headmaster may go over six and that is only for the most serious of offences and after getting parental permission. Mind you, that would normally be given because were at offences serious enough to merit expulsion."
Humphrey said, "Well done, Henry. You took that really well. A lot of our sixth formers wouldnt have taken six on their trousers as well as that."
Henry said, "Thank you both for being so decent about it."
Mr Coverdale replied, "Forget it. Now, youve had a poor start. Its not your fault entirely and probably not at all. Id like to help if I can."
"How?"
"If you come along to see me this evening, say at half past seven, well talk about all your problems and work out a way for you to do better than you are."
"That would be really great. Thanks. Some of the teachers when I was at school, used to say that I ought to be doing better than I was. Should I call you sir?"
"No. Think of me as an older, masculine friend. I think that we can achieve something between us."
Humphrey said, "Mr Coverdales the best weve got at understanding people who are mixed up. Mind, he might cane you if you screw it up."
"If I screw it up when Im getting a chance like this, I deserve more than a caning. Wait till I tell Mum! Shell be really pleased."
Humphrey said, "Look, Henry. Dont be insulted or anything like that. You can keep that stuff that you took."
"I cant. Its yours."
"I know but it wont be much longer. Im getting a bit big for it and youre smaller than I am. Besides, I might be mixed up and have problems like no dad, like you do, but weve really got lots of money and Id like you to have them."
So it was that Henry Fairbeard was set of the path to reform and acquired two new friends. In spite of their differences, he and Humphrey established a close friendship and Mr Coverdale became a replacement father. That caning was the first that Henry had had. It was not his last.