BRYAN'S 13th YEAR
Author: takako4@xtra.co.nz
This story is fiction, based on things that happened around me as I was growing up in the late fifties early sixties in the Waikato area of the North Island of New Zealand. Of course names and places have been changed. Although I did not live in Te Awamutu I knew the town well, living in an other town in the Waikato a couple of hours away from Te Awamutu. The High School that I attended played against Te Awamutu College for games, football, cricket for the boys and softball and netball for the girls.
Chapter 1
Bryan Johns is a stocky 12 1/2 year old. He lives in the Waikato, in the central area of the North Island, New Zealand, in a town called ' Te Awamutu' which has a population of 6,500. Te Awamutu is surrounded by rolling country and the local industry is predominately dairy industry. His father, works the night shift at the dairy factory sleeping through the day, leaving Bryan's mother to deal with him and his younger brother Tom for any misdeeds they may do or have done. They only saw dad at dinner or at the weekends.
Bryan and 11 year old Tom were reasonably
well behaved, but like all boys occasionally they would get into
trouble. At first his Mum had spanked Bryan with her hand, then
as he got older she had started to use one of his father's belts.
From the time he was 9 years old when Mum was giving him a
"good belting," as she would put it, Bryan had to go to
the bedroom he shared with Tom, bend over the end of the bed and
mum would leather the seat of his jeans or his school shorts. If
he had done something to really get Mum mad at him, she would
march him to his room tell him to drop his pants and bend over
and she would give 8 hard swats with the belt across his
underpants. So far Tom had had only one session across the end of
the bed and he only got 6 swats with the belt across his jeans,
which was enough to make him rub his behind while he wiped away
his tears with his other hand.
Then in the second week of January, in the
middle of the summer holidays, Bryan's dad told him that when he
went back to school, he would be going to the local rural high
school. Te Awamutu College is a mixed school for boys and girls.
It has about 670 students on the roll with mixed men and women
teachers. Bryan's father said, " Son, you might as well know
now if you misbehave at high school you don't get the strap, they
use a cane. And speaking from experience it will hurt quite a
lot." Girls at the school don't get caned they just get
detentions which you will also get for minor misbehavior."
Coll as it is known locally is forms 3 through to form 7. Forms 1
and 2 go to Intermediate School.
Bryan had passed through primary and
intermediate school getting strapped only once in form 2. It was
September and spring had arrived. The temperature was around 20
degrees Celsius. He and two of his friends had gone into a
shrubbery area which was out of bounds and a duty teacher had
seen them coming away from the area back to the playing field
during lunch break. During the first period after lunch, a school
monitor had come to the class and told Bryan's teacher Miss
Fredericks that the headmaster wanted to see Bryan in his office.
Bryan walked along the corridor towards Mr.
Smith's office wondering why he was told to go there. Just
outside the office his two friends were also waiting, Willie
Baldwin and Selwyn Richard's. Mr. Smith came to the door of his
office and saw the three boys waiting. With a frown he quietly
told them, "Come in boys". They followed him into the
office.
Bryan suddenly realized that he was in trouble. It was obvious that he, Willie and Sel had been seen going into the shrubbery which was out of bounds. The three looked at each other, but didn't say anything. Mr. Smith sat behind his desk and glared at the friends for what seemed to be a long time. Bryan had a sinking feeling in his stomach. so far he had avoided getting whacked at school and suddenly it was going to happen. Mr. Smith said," You three were seen going into the shrubbery, what have you got to say for yourselves." Willie just looked stricken. Sel and Bryan glanced again at each other.
Mr. Smith said, "I'm not interested in lies, but if you have a good reason for going into the shrubbery I'll take that into consideration before deciding how to punish you all for breaking bounds."
Again the three friends looked at each
other, then Bryan spoke, "Please Sir, we have no reason, we
just went into the shrubbery to see what was there."
"Well", replied Mr. Smith,
"at least you are being honest, so you will have 4 strokes
each, instead of 6 which is the normal punishment for breaking
bounds." So saying he pulled open a drawer in his desk and
extracted the strap. The strap was about 2 1/2 inches wide and
about 2 1/2 feet long and it seemed to Bryan to be thicker than
the one which mum gave him a whacking with.
Mr. Smith said to Willie, "Baldwin
hold out your left hand at shoulder height. You will have two
strokes and then change to your right hand. If you pull either
hand away before completion of the punishment, you will get more.
Do you understand?"
Willie nodded looking miserable. Mr. Smith
stood in front of Willie and drew the strap over his right
shoulder. Then with a swing and a slight rise onto his toes, he
brought the strap crashing down onto Willie's up turned palm.
Willie's arm dropped a little from shock and all the colour
rushed from his face. Then with another whack the second stroke
landed. Willie turned bright red and tears began to squeeze out
from his eyes. He grabbed his hand and thrust it under his right
arm pit. Mr. Smith watched for about 10 seconds and then said,
"Get the right hand up smartly now". Willie slowly
extended his right arm and then uncurled his hand. His arm was
visibly shaking. Whack. Willie pulled his hand away. Mr. Smith
grabbed Willie's hand and pulled it into the required position.
As he drew the strap back over his shoulder he let go Willie's
hand. Willie pulled his hand away again. Mr. Smith went red and a
vein started to pulse in his neck. He told Willie, "Get your
hand up and you are now going to get two more. Willie just shook
his head. Mr. Smith caught Willie by the shoulder and pushed him
down over the end of the desk. He then brought the strap down
across Willie's behind, three licks in quick succession. Willie
let go with a howl at the second lick and then with a cry like a
banshee at the third.
Mr. Smith let Willie go and told him to
stand over by the wall. He then said to Bryan, "Right its
your turn, left hand out". Bryan watched as his hand went
out and then watched as Mr. Smith drew the strap over his
shoulder. He shut his eyes, hoping that it was a dream. Whack,
suddenly he was aware of pain shooting up his arm. He could feel
tears at the back of his eyes. Whack! The pain got worse. Dimly
he heard Mr. Smith telling him to get his right hand out. Whack.
He could feel tears starting to trickle down his cheeks. He just
managed to keep his right hand out when WHACK!!!, it sounded much
louder than the other three, the last stroke landed. With a cry
Bryan snatched his hand down and thrust both hands under opposite
arm pits trying to block the pain.
He was told to join Willie over by the
wall. From a distance he heard Mr. Smith tell Sel to put up his
left hand. Two whacks followed then silence for a few seconds
then two more whacks. As Mr. Smith put away the strap he told
them, "Next time it will be six of the best. Now back to
your classes."
Bryan went back to his class. His palms
gave off heat waves and were a dull red in colour. An hour later
they had started go a light purple. When he got home he told his
mother that he had got the strap. Mum was not too pleased at all.
She had a look at his hands and said, "Well it sounds as
though you deserved it by going out of bounds. I'll let you off
your chores tonight, but tomorrow it is back to normal".
For the rest of the year until school broke
up for the summer holidays on the 13 December, Bryan and his two
friends stayed out of trouble.
Chapter 2
Bryan, Willie and Sel had played together
all through primary (elementary) school and as they had grown
older were still friends.
It was the week after Bryan's dad had told
Bryan about going to Te Awamutu College and there was still two
more weeks of the holidays to go before going back to school. The
friends were at Sel's home. Both Sels parents worked so they
could talk or fool around with a bit of freedom. They were in
Sel's bedroom. Bryan's parents had given him a new bike for
Christmas and Bryan was saving his pocket money so that he could
buy some gears for the bike. It was an English Phillips, with
26inch wheels, fire engine red with white mudguards. Bryan was
very proud of the bike. Sel and Willie had also been given bikes.
Sel's bike was a Raleigh and Willie's a Hercules.
A friendly argument broke out between the
boys about various merits of their bikes and their voices became
raised with excitement. After winning the argument over who had
the best bike, Willie said, "I vote we go down town and look
at gears and stuff at Vonno's Bike Shop." The other two
agreed. So they rode down town.
At Vonno's Bike shop they looked at
lighting sets, gears, carriers and other accessories for their
bikes. At last John the salesman told them, "Look you guys,
we appreciate the custom, but if you are not going to buy
anything can you let me get on the job.." And he went back
to dusting and polishing bikes.
Willie said, "Lets go back to your
house Sel." so they set off towards home. Just before they
got to Sels house they passed a corner shop. Willie said to the
others, "Do you guys want to try smoking?"
"How?" asked Bryan. "We are too young so the shop wont sell them to us."
Sel said, "I'll tell them they are for my dad. He smokes Benson and Hedges."
Sel went into the shop and came out a few
minutes later with a gold packet of Benson and Hedges. He said,
"Lets go home."
They got back to Sels home and went to Sels
room. Sel opened the box of cigarettes and motioned to the others
to take one. He produced matches and they lit up. At first they
just held the cigarettes in their hands, taking little puffs at
them to keep them alight. Then Bryan gaining confidence said,
"If we smoke properly you must inhale". He put the
cigarette in his mouth and sucked on it. He immediately started
to choke and gag. Feeling sick he rushed towards the bathroom and
just made it over the toilet in time to spew up what was left of
his lunch.
With all the excitement of Bryan being
sick, the other two boys didn't notice Sel's mother arrive home.
Bryan was still in the toilet with the door open retching while
Sel and Willie were still in Sel's room puffing on, laughing
about Bryan showing off and then being sick.
Suddenly, "What are you boys doing? My
God you're smoking. I've come home from work early with a
headache and find you three getting into mischief.. Willie, head
for home now and I'll be talking to your mother on the phone.
Bryan, same for you. And it serves you right that you were sick.
Smoking is bad for you. As for you Sel, just wait till your dad
gets home."
The three friends mumbled quick good-byes,
Sel staying in his room waiting for his father and the other two
heading for home and knowing that they had an unpleasant time
waiting for them at home. Bryan arrived home 10 minutes after
leaving Sels.
When he went inside he could hear his
mother on the phone talking. Then he heard his mum say,
"Thank you for telling me Jean, I'm sure Bryan will be dealt
with and he wont be smoking again for a while." Bryan didn't
like the sound of that at all. Then his mother saw him.
"Bryan, I am disgusted and
disappointed with you. Go to your room and I'll be there
shortly." Bryan went to his and Tom's room knowing that he
was going to get a good belting. Already in his mind he could
feel the fire of the belt on his bum. He wondered if because he
was wearing thin summer shorts, he would have to take them down
and be belted over his underpants or maybe mum would let him keep
them on. Mum had sounded pretty angry.
"Right Bryan," came his fathers voice, "what have you got to say for yourself."
Bryan said nothing and just stared at his father. He was in big trouble and he knew that if Dad had been woken up from his sleep, it must be pretty serious. Then Mum came into the room behind Dad.
"Bryan, it is obvious that you are
getting to old for my hidings to be effective so Dad is going to
deal with you now. You know that we don't smoke and we have
spoken about people who let their 15 and 16 years olds smoke and
yet you were caught by Mrs. Richard's smoking with Sel and
Willie. I'm really very angry and you have got to learn that
smoking is bad for you."
Bryan stood there looking at his parents.
Then he said, "Sorry Mum, sorry Dad I just didn't think. It
seemed like a fun thing to do."
"Well Bryan we may as well get it over
with," said his father. "I'm going to give you 12 licks
of the belt and if you are caught smoking again I'll double it
next time. Turn around and face the end of the bed, drop your
shorts and your underpants and bend over and touch your toes. If
you try to stand up before I've finished or cover your behind
with your hands, you will get extra."
Bryan just looked at his father. He
wondered what it was going to be like being belted on the bare
bum, and dad was a lot stronger than mum. He hoped that he could
stay bent over so that he wouldn't get any extra licks. He turned
around let down his shorts then his underpants and bent over as
he had been told to. As he was bending over he could see his
father with the belt. It wasn't the one mum had used last time,
but a longer and heavier belt that dad used when he was wearing
jeans.
There was a short pause, then Bryan heard a
slight hissing sound followed by a whack!!. For a few seconds
there was a tingle across his bum where the belt had landed and
then pain. Whack!, the second one arrived. Bryan let out a gasp.
He didn't know if he was going to be able to stand another 10
whacks. Whack whack the next two arrived in quick succession.
Bryan thought that his bum was on fire. All he could feel was
pain and as well he could feel tears at the back of his eyes. He
was determined not to cry out. He wanted to show dad that he
could take what was coming to him.
His father could see the welts on Bryan's
bottom where the belt had landed. He decided to make the next few
lower down, just above the thighs so that Bryan would feel them
for a while when he was sitting down. So he did just that. As
they landed Bryan gasped out, "Ouch that hurts." Then
as the sixth landed he cried out.
The welts now covered the whole of Bryan's
bottom from side to side, top to bottom just above the thighs.
Bryan's buttocks were bright pink and you could almost feel the
heat coming off them.
Dad said "Well son have you decided
you aren't going to smoke again?" Bryan started to stand up.
"Stay bent over we haven't finished yet. We are only half
way through." Bryan bent down again. Tears started to
trickle out of his eyes.
Whack!!! number seven arrived. Bryan's dad
decided to start at the top of Bryan's bum and work down. This
time the belt landed on already glowing flesh and the sting was
very intense. Whack!!! then a few seconds later an other whack.
By now Bryan was past caring if he cried or not. Tears were
flowing down his face and onto the carpet. Thank goodness there
were only three more. Whack!!! ---- Whack!!! only one more
Whack!!!!! right across the tops of Bryan's thighs. Bryan cried
out aloud.
His father said, "You took that hiding
well, but remember next time if you are caught smoking it will be
double what you got today. And if your mother has got to wake me
up again to deal with you, it will be at least what you got
today. Do you understand?"
"Yes Dad."
"Right straighten yourself up and you
can stay here for a few minutes until you are fit enough to go
outside again. O.K.? Bryan, I didn't like doing what I have just
done, but you have got to stop and think before you do things
that you know Mum and I don't approve of." With that Bryan's
dad left the room.
Bryan was standing there his hands
carefully feeling his bum. It seemed very hot. Bryan pulled up
his underpants and shorts and went across the hall to the
bathroom. By standing on a chair and looking over his shoulder he
was able to see his bum. The pink and crimson marks stood out
from the white flesh of his bum specially the welt across the top
of his thighs. It was really stinging. Tears were still trickling
from his eyes. He pulled up his shorts again and washed his face
with cold water, and started to feel calmer.
Next day when he went to meet his two friends Willie and Sel he said, "I got a hell of a hiding from my dad yesterday. My bum is still sore and its black and blue where Dad's belt landed."
The others had similar stories so they went
to Sel's home to talk.
In Sel's room they had a discussion about their hidings. It turned out that Willie and Bryan had been belted while Sel had had the cane.
Sel said, "My Dad has a cane which he got from my Uncle who is a teacher in Hamilton, and he gave me six with that."
Willie had got eight from his father with a belt.
Bryan chipped in, "Well I got twelve on the bare bum with a belt, and it made me cry out specially the last couple. But dad said that I had taken it well."
"You show me yours and I'll show you mine," said Sel.
Bryan turned so his back was to his friends and eased his shorts and underpants down below his behind. They looked at his bum which from the top to just above his thighs had light purple bruises.
"Your bum looks worse than mine,"
said Willie as he dropped his shorts and turned around. Willie's
behind was pink and angry looking. "I got my hiding this
morning because dad wasn't feeling well last night when he got
home from work. Lets see yours now Sel."
Sel turned and dropped his jeans and pants. Bryan and Willie could see six lines running across Sel's bottom from the middle of his bum down to the the top of his thighs. They were a deep purple colour.
Sel said, "Its still sore and I have got to sit down very carefully."
"Gee, will our behinds look like that when we get the cane at school?" asked Willie.
"Yes," replied Sel. "My dad
was a teacher at Auckland Boys Grammar before he bought his shop
here in Te Awamutu. He told me that next time I do something
stupid like smoking I'll get whacked on the bare bottom instead
of with pants on."
The friends vowed to stay out of trouble
for the rest of the holidays.
Chapter 3
First day of the new school term, 2
February. It was going to be a hot day. The three friends met at
Sels house and then biked to school. On the way they talked about
what had happened over the holidays and wondered what was about
to happen at school this term. Fifteen minutes later they got to
Te Awamutu College.
At the gate there were prefects who showed
the new third formers where the bike shed was, where the toilets
and washrooms were and then took them to the assembly hall and
warned them to sit quietly. They could talk, but no larking
about. The Headmaster would start assembly at 9am sharp and then
they would be broken up into groups after assembly and they would
then be told which form they would be in. The prefects were from
the 7th form and were both boys and girls.
Bryan and his friends were in the front row
just in front of the stage. In the same row there were boys and
girls that they recognised from Intermediate school plus quite a
few strangers that he had not seen before. They wondered where
the strangers had come from. At 9am the door at the side of the
stage opened and a man wearing a suit, a gown and carrying a book
and some papers came onto the stage followed by teachers. The
leader strode up to the lectern and announced, "I am the
Headmaster, my name is North, you can call me sir. After assembly
as a prefect has already told, you we will break into forms and
go to class. Those who are new entrants to the school, no mater
what form you are going into please stay in the assembly hall and
you all will go through induction procedures and then be told
what form you will be in."
Assembly started with a hymn and a prayer.
The Head then introduced two teachers that had joined the staff
for the new school year then dismissed the school to their
classes reminding the new entrants to sit still. He then left the
stage followed by most of the teachers. Three men and two lady
teachers were left on the stage. They then came down from the
stage onto the floor of the hall where one of the men who held a
clipboard said in a loud voice. "Third formers on this side
of the hall in the first two rows, the rest over the other
side." About 70 students were left in the hall and 60 of
them were third formers. One of the lady teachers went over to
the other group and took them away to an other room. The man with
the loud voice said, "No noise, no talking and we will get
through this quickly as possible.."
"I will read out your names. Answer with 'present sir', then I'll tell you what form you will be in. The names are in alphabetical order, so listen carefully." He started reading out the names. Soon he came to Willie.
"Baldwin William J"
"Present Sir," said Willie.
"Form 3 M," said the teacher
continuing to call names and then the forms. Then Bryan and Sels
names were called. The three friends found that they were all
going to be in the same class. By the time all the students
present had had their names called there were 23 boys in the same
group as the three friends.
"Right, you lot, your form teacher is
Mr. Bloudon. Mr. Bloudon these are your 3rd form boys. You can
take them to their classroom now."
"Right boys follow me. No straggling,
no talking or skylarking." With that Mr. Bloudon left the
hall and went off down a corridor. "This is your form room.
Remember where it is and its number. It is room 6 in block C or C
Block room 6 whichever way you like." He went into the room.
Bryan noticed that the desks were of a
modern type of a table and chair rather than the old wooden desks
that they had had at intermediate school.
Mr. Bloudon said, "Right boys pick a
desk and sit quietly. I will call the roll and then the rest of
the period I will explain the layout of the school and issue you
all with a plan, I will also tell you about a few of the school
rules. In the next period I will tell you how the school operates
and that will just about take us to lunch time."
Mr. Bloudon called the roll, each boy
answering, "Present Sir."
He then went on to talk about the school
rules and to hand out sheets with copies of the rules and the
layout of the school. He went on to explain, "Each period is
taught in a different room depending on the subject and who the
teacher is. You are allowed five minutes between each period to
get to the next class. That is ample time and there is no need to
run. If you run inside the buildings and/or the corridors you
will be punished. There is no warning, no detention. If you are
caught running inside you will get the cane from me at the end of
the school day. There are other things that you can be caned for
such as failing to turn up for detention, bullying, insolence to
a teacher, caught smoking. If I list them all at the moment you
wont remember, but I've given you the main ones. You can also get
detention for minor infringements of the rules. Prefects can also
give detentions. Detention can be given for being late for
school. Be late three times in term without a very good excuse
and you will see the assistant Head for a well warmed bottom. Now
I will show you a cane."
He went to a cupboard beside the blackboard
and took out the cane. "This is a middle weight cane to be
used on boys up to 15 years old." The cane was about three
feet long (a metre) and about 3/8ths of an inch thick at the
thickest end. Mr. Bloudon flexed the cane bending it almost
double. "It is quite supple," he said. "Boys over
15 get this or the senior cane or if you are sent to the
Headmaster he may decide to give you the senior cane depending on
what you have done." Mr. Bloudon went back to the cupboard
and produced an other cane. It was thicker and slightly longer
than the first and it was not quite so flexible. So don't tell me
that you were not warned."
"I will be teaching you all English
and history here in this room. As I said earlier this is your
form room. You return here at the end of each day at
3.25pm."
Just then there was a ding-dong from a
large bell.
"That signals the end of a period," said Mr. Bloudon, "Now we will go on and talk about the timetable and who and where each of the subjects are taught."
He handed out more sheets.
After lunch the boys were issued with the
text books that they would need and then taken to the school
stationary store where they could buy the exercise books, pens,
rulers and other necessary things.
For the rest of the week until Friday
things went on as everyone settled down to the new routines of
learning their way around the school and who the different
teachers where and what was expected. Bryan and his friends found
it a little strange because until now they had only had one
teacher for the whole year, now the had 5 or 6 each day depending
on the timetable for the day.
On Friday afternoon Bruce, one of the boy
in Bryan's class was caught running along to a class by Miss
McKenzie one of the lady teachers. She stopped him and asked his
name and what class he was in. Bruce told her and was allowed to
continue to his next class. During the rest of the afternoon he
had heard nothing so he thought the matter was over. However at
3.25 when the last period was over and they were told to return
to their form room it happened.
Mr. Bloudon walked into the room and checked that they all were present and then said,
"Bruce Smith stand up please. Miss
McKenzie has reported that you were running in the corridors. Now
I warned you all about that and the consequences of that. Have
you anything to say?"
"No Sir, said Bruce.
"Well come up the front here."
Mr. Blouden went to the cupboard and got out the cane and flexed
it. "I want you to bend over with your fingers touching your
toes, do not stand up until I say so."
Bruce bent over as instructed. Mr. Bloudon
tapped the cane across the middle of Bruce's buttocks to get the
distance and aim right then raised the cane and brought it down
so quickly that it was just a blur. There was a swish and a sharp
crack as the cane connected with Bruce's shorts that covered his
rear end. Bruce turned red and his backside shuddered a little.
There was an other swish crack. This time Bruce's bum shuddered
and rolled with the stroke.
"Right stand up and go back to your
desk."
Bruce stood up and made his way back to his
desk his face red trying not to show that he was hurting. However
he was rubbing his bum with both hands.
"Right boys, you have all seen what
happens when you break the rules. Class dismiss."
The following week Bryan had not done his
homework for English or geography. Mr. Bloudon was not happy at
all.
He stormed at Bryan, "What is the
reason for not doing your homework?"
Bryan replied, "Please Sir, I had to
help my mother with some chores and I didn't get enough
time."
"Well Johns, This is your last
warning. You have got detention after school and I expect you to
complete the set homework as well as the homework that you will
get today."
"Yes sir."
Bryan went to detention after school and got through most of his homework. On the way home he stopped off at Sels home and they talked and listened to some music.
Then he went on home. When he got home his
mother told him off for being late home from school. Bryan told
her about getting detention, but he didn't say why.
"Right Bryan get your chores done
before you start playing about and do your homework as
well," his mother said.
Bryan went to his room and changed into his
jeans and an old jersey then went and did his chores. Today was
mowing the lawns which he usually enjoyed doing. He was careful
not to mow around the back of the house where his father was
asleep in the spare back bedroom. He had just finished when he
heard his mother call him.
"Bryan, Bryan come here at once. How
many times have I told you to hang up your uniform after school.
Uniforms cost a lot of money and we cant afford to have you throw
it down as though it is old rubbish. Go to your room pick up your
uniform and fold your shorts and hang up the other clothes. I'll
be in directly to see how you are doing and to deal with you for
not doing as you are told."
Bryan went to his room and did as he was
told. He thought that he was going to get an other hiding, oh
well so what. His mother came to his room. In her hand she
carried the belt that Bryan's bum had felt on quite a few
occasions. She looked about the room and saw that it was neat and
tidy.
"Right, bend across the end of the
bed."
Bryan did as he was told with a slight
trembling in his stomach. At least he wasn't going to be made to
pull down his jeans.
His mother said, "I've changed my
mind. Take off your jeans and bend over again. I'll be back in a
minute." She left the room and a few minutes later came back
with a switch cut from the willow tree in the back garden.
"I'm going to give you 6 whacks with this switch. It may
make you do as you are told."
Bryan let out a gasp as the first whack
landed across his underpants. A few seconds later he heard a
swish and crack as the second one landed. His bum felt as though
it had caught on fire in two places. Swish crack and number three
had landed. Bryan let out another gasp then cried out as whacks
four, five and six landed.
Bryan's mother said, "Let that be a
lesson to you so that you will always look after expensive
things."
"Yes Mum, I'm sorry Mum," said
Bryan.
"Now get your homework done or you
will be in trouble at school as well." With that she took
the switch and went back towards the kitchen to prepare the
evening meal.
Bryan waited until he heard the kitchen
door squeak as it closed then went across the passage to the
bathroom. He stood on the chair and looked over his shoulder at
his bum in the mirror. It had bright red lines running across it
where the switch had landed and by running his fingers over the
lines he could feel that they were raised slightly over the parts
where his flesh was still white. Then he noticed his cock
starting to grow. Bryan knew about the facts of life because they
had been told about it at school in the science class. He got off
the chair pulled up his underpants and jeans and went back to his
room to do his homework. He sat at his desk in his room, he could
still feel his cock and by now it felt as though it was trying to
burst out the front of his jeans. He Willie and Sel had talked
about wanking or 'whacking off' as some of the other boys called
it, but so far had not done any thing. He had woken up a few
times in the morning and found the front of his PJs all sticky
and been told by his dad that it was normal for boys his age to
have wet dreams.
Bryan felt his cock through his jeans with
his hand. He rubbed it a little and was surprised at how good it
felt. Homework was forgotten as he played up and down the length
of his prick, first through his jeans, then pulling down the zip
he held his cock in his hand. He rubbed a little more this time
it didn't feel so comfortable so he spat into his palm and then
carried on rubbing, closing his hand around his prick. Suddenly
without warning he felt a jolt down near his balls spreading
rapidly up the length of his cock Then there was a thick white
liquid spurting from his cock which he couldn't control, all over
his English home work and onto the desk top. Bryan felt just
great but he knew he had better clean up the mess before Tom or
his mother came into the room. He went across the passage to the
bathroom and got a small hand towel and wiped off his books and
the desk top. There was a pleasant musky smell in the room. Bryan
wiped his cock and stuffed it back into his underpants and zipped
up his jeans and threw the towel in the laundry basket and put a
clean one in the bathroom.
He sat down at his desk and started to
think about his home work. Looking down at his book he noticed
that the page had gone all wrinkled where he had come on it.
Hoping it would be okay he left the book open on the desk and
stretched out on his bed to think about the events that had
happened that afternoon.
Tom came into the room and said, "Tea
(dinner) is ready."
Bryan followed him to the dinning nook at
the end of the kitchen where his mother was dishing up tea while
his father was cutting large slices of cold meat off the previous
days roast beef.
"Did you finish your home work?" asked his mother.
"Near enough," answered Bryan.
"Well it will be your fault if you get into trouble at school," said his mother.
They all sat down and had tea.
Next morning Bryan went off to school. He
thought that he wouldn't say anything about his hiding or wanking
himself, to Willie or Sel. Arriving at school he was just putting
his bike in the bike shed when he was surprised to find he was
surrounded by a group of boys older than him self. They grabbed
him and dragged him towards a water tap. Bryan struggled but
couldn't make them let him go. One of the boys said, "If you
struggle it will make it worse for you. We are going to put you
through an initiation into the school. Someone turned on the tap
and the group pushed Bryan's head and shoulders under it. Bryan
continued to struggle. A meaty fist was swung against his nose
and suddenly his nose started to bleed.
"We told you not to struggle,"
one of the group said as they left Bryan to go to assembly. Bryan
stood there his nose bleeding getting over the sudden attack. He
went to the toilet block and washed his face and held his nose
under the cold tap to try and stop the bleeding. In the distance
he heard the bell for assembly and thought that he had better get
to assembly before he had more trouble. He rushed towards the
assembly hall and at the door was stopped by a prefect.
"You are late. What's your name? Detention after school today," said the prefect before Bryan could say anything.
"Johns B," replied Bryan. "But it wasn't my fault."
"No excuses, don't be late for
detention or you will be in real trouble. You know if you are
late twice more you pay an unpleasant visit to Mr. Cronin's
office. Okay, go to your form room and wait quietly."
Bryan went off towards his form room. The
first period of the day was English with Mr. Bloudon He heard the
end of assembly bell ring and a few minutes later the rest of the
form arrived in the room with Mr. Bloudon close behind. Mr.
Bloudon called the roll then wrote up the days lesson on the
blackboard. The class settled down to the lesson. Mr. Bloudon
walked about the room checking that everyone knew what was
supposed to be done and were doing it. He got to Bryan.
"Can I see your homework," he
said. Bryan showed him his book. "What! You haven't finished
your homework after what I told you yesterday. I'll see you at
the end of the period." Bryan wondered what was going to
happen. He managed to get about halfway through the set exercise
when he heard Mr. Bloudon say, "right boys that's it for
this period. Johns come out here." Bryan went out to he
front of the class. Mr. Bloudon went across to the cupboard and
got out the cane and said to Bryan, "I warned you yesterday
about doing homework and it appears as though you have ignored my
warning. Bend over and touch your toes. Bryan did as he was told
he felt the cane tapping across his bottom. He heard a swish then
crack and for a few seconds felt nothing then suddenly a searing
pain lanced across his bum far worse than what his mother had
given him the previous day. There was a break of about 10 seconds
and the next stroke whistled down to land across his shorts. From
a distance he heard Mr. Bloudon say, "Right let that be a
lesson next time you ignore what you are told it will be
worse." Bryan went back to his desk. Just as he got there
the bell rang signaling the end of the period. Bryan gathered up
his books and joined the rest of his class mates to go to the
next period.
Willie and Sel asked him how it felt to get the cane. Bryan said, "At break I'm going to the toilet to look at the marks but it is worse than anything I've ever had at home."
He rubbed his bum with one hand. At the end
of the next period it was morning break. There was a 15 minute
break before school resumed for the next period. Bryan and his
two friends went to the toilet. After having a pee Bryan went
across to the wash basins and dropped his shorts and pealed the
back of his underpants down and looked over his shoulder to see
if he could see anything. Willie and Sel looked also. In the
mirror Bryan could see two deep purple lines across both cheeks
of his bum about an inch apart. The marks from the switching he
had got from his mother the previous day were still there, but
they were now just a series of faint blue lines. Even after 45
minutes his bottom was still sore. He pulled up his shorts and
the friends went out to throw a ball about until the start of the
next period.
When he got home that afternoon he had to
answer questions from his mother on why he was late home from
school. After she was told that he had got detention, his mother
told him to get on with his home work. Bryan went to his room and
did all his home work. He was determined not to get the cane
again. It hurt to much. After finishing his home work he went to
the toilet and then washed his hands. His bum was not so sore now
so he stood on the chair and had a look over his shoulder. The
cane marks were still there bright purple in two straight lines
right across both cheeks about an inch apart. Mr. Bloudon
certainly knew how to cane he thought. He touched his bum and
could feel the slightly raised marks from the cane. While he was
thinking about the caning he had received he started to get hard
again. He went back to his bedroom and sat at his desk touching
his half hard cock through his shorts. He got up from the desk
and lay on his back on his bed and kept on rubbing away at his
now straining hard cock. He was just going to let down the zip
when Tom came into the room to tell him that tea was ready. Bryan
happy that he hadn't been caught with his cock in his hand got
off the bed and went and ate his tea.
Chapter 4
Bryan had been late for school twice in the
last two weeks. So far he had avoided getting the cane again from
Mr. Bloudon or any of the other teachers. However on his way to
school that morning he had stopped to look in a shop at a
magazine and time had passed more quickly than he thought. When
he had got to school the assembly bell had already rung and he
was told by the duty prefect to report to Mr. Cronin the deputy
Head at 3.30pm at the finish of school. Bryan worried all day.
While he was talking to Sel and Willie in the school library
about his appointment with Mr. Cronin one of the fourth form boys
that were near by said, "He makes you take your pants
down." A couple of girls near, giggled and Bryan could feel
his face go red with embarrassment. Finally the last bell of the
day sounded and the class was dismissed to go home, except those
who had detention or other appointments. Bryan had asked where
Mr. Cronin's office was and he made his way there. When he got
there, there were three other boys waiting. As far as Bryan knew
they were senior to him and one of them was in the 5th
form, he had been pointed out to Bryan as a promising cricketer.
Mr. Cronin came along the corridor and went into his office
leaving the door ajar.
A few seconds later he came to the door and
said, "Stewart, come in." Stewart was in the 4th
form, he looked at the other three and went into the office. The
door was left ajar and Bryan and the two other could hear a
murmur of voices. Suddenly Mr. Cronin's voice was raised and he
said, "This is the third time this term you have been sent
to me for some prank or fooling around in class. You have been
warned and given detention and that should have been enough, bend
over. Down further so your fingers are touching your toes, you
know the drill by now." There was a click and then the sound
of a cupboard door closing, a couple of swishes as a cane was
tested through the air. A louder swish followed by a meaty crack
as the cane connected with a tightly stretched behind. Ten
seconds later another swish crack followed by a slight groan from
the luckless Stewart, two more strokes then the voice of Mr.
Cronin, "Right get up and get out. It will be more next time
I see you here for punishment."
Stewart came out of the office with a red face trying hard to show that he wasn't really hurting. He had his arms at his sides. Mr. Cronin came to the door and looked at the three remaining boys.
"Brownlee you are next." The
fifth former followed Mr. Cronin into the office.
The door was left ajar again. The murmur of
voices followed by the louder voice of Mr. Cronin telling
Brownlee to bend over. A sound of the cane swishing through the
air, a pause, the sound of the cupboard being opened and closed.
Again, the sound of a cane swishing through the air. Then a
louder swish followed by a meaty thud, ten seconds later another
swoosh crack. Swish thud stroke number three was delivered. Still
it went on. As the fifth stroke landed there was a groan from
Brownlee, then a louder swish followed by CRACK, Brownlee let out
a yell, "OOWWow" , then the voice of Mr. Cronin telling
Brownlee to get up and get out, Brownlee came out of the office
with tears glistening in his eyes and holding his behind with
both hands.
There were two left outside the office. Who
was to be next and how many would they get.
"Black, come in." The 4th
former went into the office his left hand already rubbing his
behind. The door was left open a little wider this time. Bryan
could see into the office. Black was told to bend over. Bryan
could see two canes on Mr. Cronins's desk. Mr. Cronin picked up
the thicker one of the two, and Black got three strokes each
about ten seconds apart the last two making his bum roll and
shudder with the strokes. Black was told to get up and get out.
"Johns get in here," called Mr.
Cronin. Bryan went into the office. He felt as though he wanted
to be sick. He looked at the two canes resting on the desk and
was wondering which one was going to be wrapped over his bum. He
hardly heard what Mr. Cronin was saying.
"I'm disappointed that you have got
off to a bad start at school in this your first term, you have
been late three time in two weeks and as well there was a
prefects report that you were very cheeky when told to help with
a tidy up task on the playing field after last weeks cricket
match. Have you anything to say?"
Bryan had all sorts of excuses racing
through his head but he felt that none of them would be good
enough to get him off a caning so all he said was, "I am
sorry Sir, I'll try not to let it happen again."
Mr. Cronin picked up the thinner cane and
swished it through the air a couple of times. "Have you had
the cane before?"
"Yes, I got two whacks from Mr.
Blouden for not doing my homework properly," replied Bryan.
"Well you know what to do. Bend over.
I am going to give you 4, I want you to stay down, don't try to
protect your bottom with your hands and don't get up until you
are told."
Bryan bent over and touched his toes. He
felt the cane tapping across his bum a couple of times, then
swish crack. He felt the cane land, it seemed to wrap itself
right across his bum and around his right thigh. There was a
sting then the pain washed through him. The second stroke landed.
Bryan could feel tears at the back of his eyes. He was determined
not to cry out so he clamped his mouth shut. The third stroke
landed with a swish and a crack. A groan got past his shut lips
and he felt nearer to crying. There was a longer pause before the
last stroke. The swish and crack sounded a lot louder and the
pain was incredible as it surged from his burning behind. Again
the tip of the cane wrapped around his right thigh causing an
extra quota of pain. He was told to stand. Staring at Mr. Cronin
through misty eyes, Bryan could only nod as he was told to behave
himself in future and to get out.
Bryan walked out of the office and went
down the corridor to the toilets. When he went inside he found
Brownlee washing his face at the basins. Bryan went up to the
basins and washed his hands and then rushed cold water over his
face. He really wanted to pour cold water over something else
that was burning inside his shorts. He looked sideways at
Brownlee and caught him looking at Bryan.
"How many?" Brownlee asked.
"Four."
I think I'm bleeding." Brownlee pealed
down his shorts and looked over his shoulder at his rear. There
was a perfect five barred gate, with an angle stroke holding the
other five. Where the angle stroke had crossed two strokes blood
was seeping through. No wonder Brownlee had cried out as the last
stroke had whistled down. Brownlee wet his handkerchief under the
tap and dabbed at the weal's on his bum. Bryan started to head
for the door. He was not showing his bum to anyone. Brownlee
said, "See you around." Bryan got to the door just as
the custodian came through it. Bryan pushed past and went out to
the bike shed where his bike was. Sel was waiting for him. Bryan
got his bike from the rack not really feeling like talking.
Sel asked, "How many?"
"Four, ouch," as he tried to sit on the hard bike seat. "I think I'll walk home."
Bryan and Sel walked home together. When
they got to Sels house Sel asked if Bryan wanted to come in for a
bit. "No, I had better get home otherwise I'll be in trouble
there as well as school."
When he got home his mother was waiting for
him. "Have you been in detention again?" she asked.
No, I had to stay to see Mr. Cronin because
I was late for school and he gave me 4 of the cane. Gee my bum is
sore."
"Serves you right for not obeying
rules Bryan. You had better get your homework done or you will be
getting more stick. Don't forget your chores after you have
finished your homework."
Bryan went to his room and flung his bag on
his bed. He went to the toilet for a pee and then went into the
bathroom. Standing on the chair he looked at his bum. He had four
straight stripes across both buttocks about an inch apart and he
could see where the cane had curled around his thigh twice. His
bum still felt hot where the deep red weal's were. Bryan massaged
his bum and felt his cock growing. The bathroom door started to
open, Bryan just managed to get his shorts up and got off the
chair as his father came in.
"Sorry son, didn't know you were in
here," then seeing Bryan's face asked, "what's a
matter?"
"I got the cane at school today and
gees my bum is sore."
"How many and who from?"
"From old Cronin and he gave me
four."
"Well I'll be blowed, Jack Cronin is
still there is he. Son wait till you get six of the best from him
then you will have a very sore bum to complain about."
Bryan's father went to the basin to wash his hands and then went
back to his bed to continue sleeping until being called for tea.
Bryan went to his bedroom and sat down at
his desk to do his home work. He grabbed a pillow off his bed to
sit on as the chair seemed very hard all of a sudden. After
finishing his homework he went outside to do his chores and after
mowing the back lawn he went back inside and lay on his bed
thinking. His cock was straining at the front of his shorts again
so Bryan hauled down the zip and grabbed a handful. He came
straight away not even having a chance to rub his cock once.
Bryan wiped up his cum just as his mother called him for tea.
After tea he went back to his room and laid on his bed again. He started to feel
uncomfortable laying on his back so he
turned over on to his stomach. Tom came into the room and asked
if he was going to watch TV and Bryan told him no. Bryan picked
up a book that he was reading, a book that he was enjoying. He
came to a part where the hero of the story was threatened with a
flogging if he did not carry out some tasks. Bryan started to get
hard again. Because the rest of the family was watching TV there
was not much chance of discovery, so Bryan got out his cock. This
time it lasted a lot longer and when he came it felt great. Bryan
got off the bed and threw the towel that he had come on into the
laundry basket, had a shower and went to the lounge to wish his
parents good night. As he was leaving the room he heard his
father say to his mother that he'll be a bit quiet for a few days
because Jack Cronin had given him the cane. Listening outside the
door Bryan heard his mother reply saying some thing that he could
not catch so he went to bed. Sleeping on his stomach he never
heard Tom come into bed at 8.30pm.
Bryan did not get the cane for the rest of the term and he wasn't late for school either.
As for the rest of the year, he got the
cane a couple of times, but only one or two strokes each time,
except during the last term of the year he got three from Mr.
Blouden for playing up in class.