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
geordie_lad_98@yahoo.com