Fighting With Danny - Part 1
Author: Georgie Lad geordie_lad_98@yahoo.com
I was 13 years old and at high
school and playing football during a sports lesson when I started
fighting with another boy. Our games teacher told us to go back
to the changing rooms and wait for him. We shared a sports ground
with another local school and they were also at the playing
fields that day. The boy that I had been fighting with was called
Danny and on our way back to the changing rooms we talked about
the punishment that awaited us. The games teacher, Mr. Boyd, was
quite strict and we both agreed that our backsides were in for
some harsh treatment. Mr. Boyd had walloped us both on previous
occasions. Danny had received a slippering for being cheeky and I
had been given the hardest spanking ever. More than 50 whacks
from Mr. Boyd's hand had rained down on my bottom and I was not
looking forward to him joining us.
We sat in the changing rooms chewing our fingernails waiting to
hear the outer doors open. Five minutes later we heard the doors
open and started to shake with fear. The changing room door
opened and two more boys walked in. The boys were from the other
school and were called Mark and Tom. They were a year older than
us and had also been sent off for fighting. They told us that
their bums were in for a hell of a belting from their teacher,
Mr. Anderson. One boy pulled his shorts down to show us the
remains of a slippering he had been given a week ago and it still
looked sore. The other boy said that he had been belted a month
ago and he'd never had anything like it.
We heard the outer doors open and a few seconds later Mr.
Anderson walked in. He told us that Mr. Boyd had to stay on the
playing fields to supervise both classes and that he was going to
punish all of us. He went through to the small office and made us
wait outside. Then he called the first boy in. Mark went in and
the door was closed. A few seconds later we heard the first whack
of the belt against Mark's bottom. Then a second and a third. At
the fourth whack Mark yelled out and another 8 hard whacks of the
belt followed. Mark came out of the room and Tom went in. Mark
showed us his bottom and it was looked really sore. While Mark
was telling us about his whacking we could hear Tom getting his,
12 hard whacks and lots of yelping. Then Danny went in a got the
same. By the time it was my turn I was shaking.
Danny came out of the room crying and holding his bottom. I went
in a closed the door behind me. Mr. Anderson was standing with a
strap in his right hand. He told me to take down my shorts, bend
over the desk and grab the far edge. He told me to lift my bottom
high and spread my legs. Then he told me he was going to give me
12 strokes of the belt. He touched my bottom gently with the belt
and then after a pause I heard a swish through the air. The first
one lashed across my bare bottom and I wanted to put my hands in
the way but before I had time to think the second and third had
come down. It was hurting so much by now and my bottom was on
fire. Four, five and six came down and with it the tears were
streaming from my eyes. This teacher was laying fire across my
bum and there was no way I could stop him. The following six came
down completely covering my bum and the whole thing lasted less
than 90 seconds although it felt like an hour. I was yelling out
loud and had tears streaming down my face.
Mr. Anderson told me to pull my shorts up and get showered. I
left his room with tears streaming down my face. The other boys
were standing waiting and when Mr. Anderson left showered and got
ready.
Danny and me waited for the rest of the class to come back. When
they did we were told to wait behind by Mr. Boyd. When the last
boy had left Mr. Boyd called us into the office and asked us if
our bottoms were sore. We both said they were and he told us that
he was going to make them sting a little more. He called me over
to him and told me to drop my trousers. I did this and he pulled
me over his knee. The he pulled my underpants down and looked at
the marks left by the belting. He told me that although belting
was an efficient way of punishing a boy he preferred the personal
approach of a spanking and started whacking me with his hand. I
struggled and he held me tight and increased the intensity of the
smacks. My bottom was on fire and I couldn't stop it from
happening. I looked at Danny while this was happening and
he was visibly shaking. Who could blame him? Mr. Boyd was
delivering 2 spanks a second and my arse was so on fire. I lost
count of how many whacks I got that afternoon but my bum was sore
for a week afterwards. Mr. Boyd pulled Danny across his knee too
and delivered the same marathon whacking to his already burning
bottom. Even after six whacks Danny was in tears. His little
bottom was being heated up and big finger welts were lifting up.
Mr Boyd told us that he wouldn't tolerate bad behavior in public
and any boys doing so would get the same treatment.
It looked as if our stay at high school was going to be a very
sore one!
Geordie Lad 98
geordie_lad_98@yahoo.com