Fighting With Danny - Part 2

Author: Georgie Lad geordie_lad_98@yahoo.com

After our beating we went home and inspected our sore bottoms. We both agreed that the teachers had made a good job of it and that if you could get an Olympic medal for whacking then they would both win gold. Our bottoms were very sore for the next few days, every time we sat down was a painful reminder of the day at the playing fields. It's not even as if we meant to fight. It was only because Danny had pushed me out of the way when I was going for the ball.

Next week we made sure that we didn't get into any trouble at all during the sports lesson but during Friday morning assembly the headmaster read out a list of names of eight boys to report to him at 3.30. Danny and me didn't know what it could be for as we hadn't been in any trouble that week. During morning break we spoke to some of the boys and they knew that they were up for a whacking.

The day dragged by and finally 3.30 approached. When the school bell went we took up our place in the queue outside the headmaster's study. A boy was already inside and we could hear the familiar sound of a belting taking place. The door opened and he came out. We asked him how many and he told us he';s been given nine for bunking off. The next boy went in and got a similar walloping. The queue was slowly getting shorter and the boy before us went in. A few moments later we heard the boy yelling. He was being caned and we heard six strokes being delivered. The boy came out. He was a few years older than us and was crying a lot and rubbing his bottom.

It seemed like an age until the door opened and the headmaster came out. He ordered us into his study and we stood at his desk. When he sat down he picked up a letter. Someone walking their dogs had seen us fighting and had decided to write to the school complaining about us. The head told us that he had made enquiries about the incident and asked us if we had been punished. We told him that we had and he said that he was going to give an additional punishment as the name of the school was being dirtied. He told us that he would write back to the informant and tell him that our bare bottoms had been caned six times by him personally. We begged with the head not to cane us but it was no use. His mind was made up and it was only a matter of time before our backsides got the stick.

Danny and me were no strangers to the heads office. As first years we had both received slipperings from him. He would give first years a slippering over his knee with their pants down. The usual number was 20 but I know a few boys who got double that. As second years we had been given our first taste of the belt on three occasions. The first two had been pants up but the third was pants down and nine whacks too. Now we were stepping up to the cane.

The head had a special chair for beatings. It was like a bar stool with one of those rings around the base. The head chose Danny to go first and told him to take off his jacket and drop his trousers and underpants. Danny was shaking and so was I. He did so and while doing this the head went to a cupboard and brought out a long thin whispy cane. He told Danny to bend over the stool as far as he could and grip the bar at the bottom. Danny did this and he looked so vulnerable. His bottom was exposed and pointing straight up. The head took up his position and placed the cane on Danny's bum. Then he pulled it back. I watched the cane as it moved through the air and landed on my mates backside. Danny moaned and then the next whack came down. Danny started to cry but kept his position as the third whack came down. The red lines were lining up and the head placed another one below the third. The fifth whack came at the very top of Danny's legs and he burst into tears. I'd been spanked there and it hurt and with a cane it must have been agony. The sixth whack came down across all the others and Danny was crying uncontrollably. The head told him to lift himself off and lean over the desk to recover.

Now it was my turn. The head pointed to the stool and I moved toward it. I removed my jacket and dropped my trousers. Danny was only a few feet away from me and I looked at the six red lines on his bum. I dropped my underpants and pulled myself over the stool. I gripped the bar at the bottom. The head moved me into a better position and after 30 seconds placed the cane on my bare arse. I couldn't see the cane move. I heard its noise. Like a wind flying through the air. When the wind stopped there was a loud CRACK and my arse lit up. I gritted my teeth just in time for the second one to connect. I'd never felt anything like this before and I still had four whacks to go. The third whack lined up below the first two and the tears started. I lost it completely when the fourth one came down and I was shaking in anticipation of the fifth and sweet-shot and to the tops of my legs. It came and I looked over to see Danny helplessly looking back at me. The final whack number - six criss-crossed the other five to complete my beating. I stayed bent over the stool for a few minutes. The head told us get dressed and get out. We did and very quickly in case he changed his mind.

Geordie Lad 98

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