THE LONG WEEKEND - PART I

                      Author : Jay Bee JBates3327@aol.com

I shivered as I knocked at Mr Foster’s study door. How many times had he spanked me? I’d almost lost count. His stern voice told me to enter. I went in, closing the door behind me. He was sitting at the desk.

"Sir, please sir, can I have the tawse?"

His silvery eyebrows shot up in surprise. He turned in his chair and examined me.

"If that’s what you want Jay. What have you done?"

"Oh no sir!" I squeaked, "Not for me. I meant can I borrow it?"

His eyebrows were eloquent this Friday evening. I explained. The school half term had started. The scouts in the Group I was in were going on a long weekend. As I’d mentioned to him before, I was to go with them. Mr Mackenzie, the Group Scout Leader, couldn’t go this year so part of my job as the senior boy was discipline. Scouts who misbehaved got the strap. My problem was that I didn’t have one. I needed to borrow his.

He considered this. While he did so I gazed at him. Two weeks ago he’d given me the best sexual experience of my eighteen year old life. Last night we’d done it again. I loved it. I loved him. But I knew that would make no difference if he determined I was to be punished.

"Alright Jay," he said finally. "I don’t see why not."

He reached down to the bottom drawer of his desk. The tawse was produced. I shuddered. By the time things got this far I was usually kneeling on his footstool, my bare bottom raised high in the air, trembling in anticipation of the first stroke. He saw my reaction and grinned.

"Come and get it then," he smiled.

I went over and took it from him. It was lighter than I expected. It seemed odd holding it by the handle instead of waiting for those scalding tails to descend. I got a lecture about its use. When I returned it I was to account for my actions. If he considered I had overstepped the mark he’d remind me of what it was like to be on the receiving end. I nodded at the appropriate places. I knew he meant every word.

* * * *

That Saturday morning I arrived early at the school where the scouts met. Already it was organised chaos. The coach that was to take us to the camp site had arrived. Boys and parents milled around. Some baggage and the food was being loaded. Mr Elwood, the scout master - known by all as Skip - was in conference with the coach driver. When I appeared he broke off the conversation and waved me over.

I walked up to him. I had never had much to do with him before. He was in his late fifties, a stocky individual, plump even, of medium height. He was almost totally bald, with only the remnants of dark hair at the sides of his head. His ears jutted out beneath them. He had been a scout master for years. All the boys liked him; although he could be bad tempered on occasion. The rumour around the Group was that he was thinking of retiring.

"Ah Jay," he smiled as I came up, "Good to see you."

He put his arm round my shoulder and led me away from the bustle.

"We have a problem I’m afraid," he continued once we were out of earshot. "Mr Hunter is unwell and can’t make it. That means the long weekend camp 1963 is going to be just you, me and twenty five boys."

I grimaced. Mr Hunter was the assistant scout master. With him away I’d effectively become the assistant for the next five days. Still I had nothing better to do. I grinned at him.

"We’ll manage, Skip."

He clapped me on the back. "Good lad, now let’s get these brats on the coach and go."

He went back to the coach driver. I sorted the boys out into their four patrols. There was a bit of confusion as they formed up but then it was done. They loaded their rucksacks on board. Hiking equipment was brought from the store. Now parents were saying goodbye. The coach driver closed the boot. I turned to get the boys seated when there was a tug at my sleeve.

I looked round. It was Andrew. He was a new scout, just up from the cubs. He also had the distinction of being the first boy I’d ever spanked. He was out of breath and close to tears.

"I’m sorry I’m late Jay," he panted, obviously concerned about the consequences.

I smiled at him. "Don’t worry about it. You’re here now. Get on the coach."

He grinned with relief and scuttled on board. Mr Elwood and I did a last check to make sure nothing had been left behind. We locked up the store, said goodbye to some of the parents and got on. The vehicle’s doors closed. We were off.

We arrived at the site at about eleven. This was an organised place. There was a rifle range, an indoor swimming pool, an archery range, a rock climbing area and other facilities. The boys would try most of them while they were here. As it was now October we were in a hut. Mr Elwood got the keys from the camp office.

The hut was spacious. On the ground floor was a dining hall, kitchen and washroom and individual rooms for four leaders. I got one of those. Above was the dormitory. Thirty boys could sleep here so we fitted in cosily. We allocated beds, brought all the stuff in from the coach, agreed the inventory with the permanent staff and settled in.

"Right," Mr Elwood announced, "Kit inspection in ten minutes."

The boys scampered upstairs. I went to my room and unpacked. There was a chest of drawers so I put my stuff in it. I took the tawse from my case and held it for a moment. I swished it against an imaginary bottom. I rather hoped I wouldn’t have to do it for real. I put it in the top drawer, finished unpacking and slid my case under the bed. Then I went out to meet Mr Elwood for the inspection.

When we entered the dormitory the senior patrol leader brought the boys up to attention. We inspected their kit. Boys who had forgotten items were put on silence for a meal or awarded some other minor punishment. Andrew seemed to have managed to get all he needed. Once Mr Elwood had moved on I whispered to him that there was a first time for everything. Poor Andrew, he blushed bright red and gave a sheepish grin.

Once the inspection was over we told the boys to change out of uniform. We went downstairs.

"OK Jay," Mr Elwood said, "Now let me see your kit."

"Mine?" I exclaimed.

"Yes yours Jay. You’re still a boy."

"But I haven’t laid it out Skip."

"Jay, you’re a boy. If necessary I’ll ask Mr MacKenzie to remind you of that. I’ll see your kit in five minutes."

I winced. I hadn’t brought a mug. When we were going through the kitchen stuff there had been mugs there. I was hoping to get away with it. Clearly not.

When he came to my room Mr Elwood was scathing. If I didn’t want to be reported to Mr MacKenzie I had better be on my best behaviour from now on. I was an arrogant young man who needed taking down a peg or two. I was really upset. I hadn’t meant to try and get above myself. I was obviously in his bad books. He wanted to know what I would do if he sent a boy to me. I produced the tawse. He examined it.

"Hmm," he pronounced, "Right now it would be better used on your bottom. But at least you’re prepared."

The day passed swiftly. That night, the boys abed, Mr Elwood invited me to his room to discuss what we would do on Sunday. When I went in he was sitting at his desk, an open bottle of whiskey in front of him. He offered me a glass. I declined. My first experience of whiskey had led to my first experience with the tawse. I never wanted to touch the stuff again. We sorted out the arrangements. While we did so Mr Elwood emptied his glass. As I left he was pouring another.

Sunday dawned. Today, after an open air service, the boys would prepare for the overnight hike that was to start on Monday. There would also be rifle shooting in the afternoon and swimming later on. At about ten thirty Mr Elwood approached me.

"Jay?" he asked quietly, "The newspapers haven’t been delivered. Would you mind going down to the village shop and getting one for me?"

"If you’re sure you can manage without me Skip," I smiled.

"I expect I’ll pull through. Go on be off with you."

The village was about a mile away. It was a nice day. I sauntered down the lane and came to an old church. There was a service going on inside but I had a good look around. When I got to the village I bought the paper. I also got an ice cream and sat on a wall to eat it. I wandered about for a bit then made my leisurely way back.

When I arrived on the site everything seemed alright. I passed one of the patrols working out the route to their camping ground for Monday night. They looked at me then hastily glanced away. There was another group of boys just outside the hut. As I approached I heard a loud whisper.

"He’s back. Jay’s back!"

A boy shot inside. Something was up. I walked into the hut. I was met by two of the patrol leaders. They took me to one side. The sorry tale emerged. Mr Elwood had had a row with the patrol leader of the Hawks, a boy named John. They weren’t clear what it was about. It had ended by John telling Mr Elwood to f**k off and storming out. He hadn’t been seen since. Skip had gone to his room. He wouldn’t answer his door. They didn’t dare go in. They handed over the problem to me with relief.

I set the duty patrol to starting lunch. The others I sent back to their maps. Then I knocked on Mr Elwood’s door. There was no reply. I took a deep breath and went in. He was sitting on his bed, whiskey in hand, staring at the floor. He looked old and worn out. I shut the door. He raised his head and looked at me as if seeing me for the first time.

"He told me to f**k off Jay," he said incredulously. "In over thirty years of scouting no boy has ever done that to me before."

"Well he’ll regret it after I’ve finished with him Skip," I replied. "But what are you doing?"

"I don’t know Jay. Suddenly it all seems a waste."

I gently prised the whiskey from his hands. He didn’t resist. I laid him back on the bed and drew his curtains.

"Have a nap, Skip," I told him. "It’ll seem better later."

I left the room taking the whiskey with me. Once outside I went to the washroom and poured it down a sink. I got rid of the bottle, checked that arrangements for lunch were progressing then went out to look for John. My misgivings about using the tawse had evaporated. I was now wondering whether it would be enough.

John was nowhere to be found. One of the boys volunteered that he had seen him striding off to a nearby hill. I looked up at it. John could be anywhere. I’d leave him to cool down. If he hadn’t returned by three I’d have to approach Mr Elwood or the police. In the meantime I’d better see how the rest of the Hawks were faring.

They had made their base in a little wooded depression. I walked slowly up to it, my mind on John. Suddenly I came back to the present with a start. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

"We’ll be better off when that fat old fart goes," a boy was saying. "He’s drunk half the time anyway. It’s a bit pathetic."

I went ice cold with anger. I stepped up to the rim of the hollow and looked in. I might have guessed. The speaker was Mark, the patrol second, who was temporarily in charge. He was over fifteen, nearly as tall as me, with blond, tightly curled hair and a sneer. He had a slim, firm body. He was the Troop’s football hero. To be fair he was good. But he thought it made him a lord of creation. He was one of those people who if they talk about someone else, always slot in a disparaging remark along the way. Well he’d gone too far this time.

"Hawks, come with me," I ordered.

Mark went white. He knew he was in trouble. Silently the patrol followed me back to the hut. I settled them down around the flagpole, told the next senior to carry on and beckoned Mark inside. We went to my room. I ushered him in and closed the door firmly behind me.

"What do you think you were doing?" I asked him. "You’re the patrol second. You were in charge. You should be supporting Mr Elwood not slagging him off."

"It’s a free country," Mark sneered. "I can say what I like."

"Oh, that’s the way you think Mr MacKenzie will see it do you?"

At the mention of Mr MacKenzie Mark went even paler. Punishment by me would be bad; punishment from Mr MacKenzie far worse.

"You wouldn’t tell him, would you Jay?" he asked anxiously, his arrogance beginning to fade.

"I’ll have to tell him why I punished you but other than that nothing more will happen."

"But Jay, I was only talking. I’m allowed to do that."

"Mark, you were in charge. It was your duty to be loyal to Mr Elwood. Instead you insult him and say he’s a drunk. That alone is enough to earn you a spanking. But from you it’s worse. Didn’t he visit you in hospital when you were ill?"

Mark lowered his head. "Yes Jay."

"He’s been good to you and this is how you repay him."

"I’m sorry Jay."

"Well I’ll see you in the hall at two o’ clock. You will be in full and immaculate uniform. You will apologise to your patrol for what you said. Then you will come back here. After your inspection I’m going to teach you what happens to boys who fail in their duty."

Mark had brightened up. "My dad won’t like that," he smirked. "You’d better forget it."

"If your dad has a complaint he can take it to Mr MacKenzie. That’s not going to help you now."

"But Jay, my dad’s....."

"Mark," I said firmly, " I couldn’t care less who your dad is. He’s not here. As far as I’m concerned you have two choices. One, you accept my punishment or, two, you go to Mr MacKenzie next Sunday. Obviously I’ll have to tell him not only what you did but of your defiance of me. Is that clear?"

"Yes Jay," Mark muttered.

He left my room a very worried soul. At lunch he sat pushing his food around his plate. It was interesting that none of the other boys made any attempt to sympathise. I sat next to Mr Elwood. He too was quiet but better than before. I didn’t tell him about Mark, other than that I was going to punish him. Skip decided that after lunch he’d go looking for John. I could cope with the afternoon programme. There was rifle shooting at two thirty and then swimming. He’d be back at five. If John hadn’t returned by then we’d better inform the police and his parents.

At two o clock I entered the hall, dressed in uniform. This was a private matter for the Hawks, the other boys were outside. Mark was in full uniform, standing to one side, looking extremely anxious. I called him over to the boys. Red faced he stumbled through an awkward apology. He acknowledged he had been wrong. He promised not to do it again. He was sorry.

I sent the patrol out to join the others. I took Mark back to my room. By now he was shivering. Once more my door closed firmly behind him. I inspected him thoroughly, finding a number of faults. His eyes grew moist. His hands started to tremble. I told him what I thought of him.

"But Jay," he interrupted, "I only said what I thought."

"Well in future keep your thoughts to yourself. No one wants to know your nasty little opinions."

"Yes Jay."

I stood in front of him. His fearful gaze met my eyes for a moment then moved away. He swallowed nervously. I reached over to the chest of drawers. I opened the top drawer. His eyes followed my actions. I felt inside, found the tawse and drew it out. As it came into view he gasped with shock.

"Oh no Jay! Please Jay."

All his arrogance had gone. He was no longer the football hero. Vanished was the confident youth who knew everything. Instead I was faced by a trembling boy with tears in his eyes. A boy who was about to be soundly spanked. His eyes were locked on the tawse I was holding in both hands.

"Now, you know you deserve to be punished?"

"Oh Jay, please. I’ve never been spanked before. My dad’ll be furious. You can’t do this to me."

That explained a lot. If his dad had administered a few smart whacks to that firm, well rounded bottom from time to time we probably wouldn’t have been in this situation to start with.

"I’ve told you your choices. Do you want to go to Mr MacKenzie?"

He thought about it. It didn’t take long.

"No Jay," he sniffed, a tear trickling down the side of his face.

"Do you accept my punishment?"

"Yes Jay," he said weakly. "Please Jay."

"Seven." I said firmly. "And you can think yourself lucky. If I didn’t have John to deal with for a worse offence it would be more."

He winced. Unconsciously his hands crept round behind him to cradle his bottom. More tears emerged.

"Is there anything you want to say to me before I punish you?"

"None of the others would talk to me Jay. Am I really so bad?"

I softened a little. But not much. At least this had got him thinking.

"No Mark, you’re not so bad. Just a little too full of yourself. Perhaps you ought to think more kindly about others and less of what’s wrong with them."

"Yes Jay. Thank you Jay."

"Very well. Go over to the bed please."

He just stood there looking dazedly at me. His lips moved but no words came out. I think he really didn’t believe it was happening. That he really was going to be spanked.

"Mark," I snapped. "Go over to the bed."

Still he didn’t move. I gave him a little push. He gasped in fright. He gazed pleadingly at me, willing me to let him off. I pointed to the bed. Slowly, reluctantly his legs moved. He walked past me and stood at the bottom of my bed. I turned and looked at him. He was shaking all over.

"Move round to the side."

He did as he was told. He was now standing, his back to me, by the edge of the bed. He said something but I didn’t hear it.

"Take your shorts and pants down."

He half turned round. "Oh please Jay. Must I?"

"Yes Mark you must. Now!"

He turned back to face the bed. His hands moved at his waist. His shorts sagged, then fell clear. They dropped to his ankles. He put his hands on the waistband of his pants, took a deep breath and pushed. They fell to his knees. Without being told he sent them down to join the shorts at his feet. His round, white bottom emerged from under his shirt tail.

"Kneel on the edge of the bed," I ordered.

He shuffled forward a little then hoisted himself onto it.

"Now bend forward and rest your arms and head on the mattress."

He froze for a moment then slowly bent over. When he was fully over his shirt tail lifted up. The target was clear above the soles of his shoes and the shorts and pants surrounding them.

"Get your knees further apart and lift yourself up."

He did as he was told, sniffling and sighing. I walked over to stand to his right. There was a gasp of fear. I pushed the shirt tail further up his back. He was quivering with anticipation. The firm, pale cheeks of his bottom were covered with goose pimples. Satisfied he was ready I stepped back a little and raised the tawse.

I brought it close to him. I was a little too far away. The tails only just reached his left cheek. I moved in a little closer. That was better. Now both of those tender, virginal cheeks were in range. I let the tawse rest on him for a moment. He gasped again.

"Oh no Jay," he whimpered.

I ignored him. The tawse rose in the air. I drew it behind me, paused a second, then let him have it. It swooshed through the air and landed firmly across both cheeks with a loud crack. Mark let out a scream and shot up, his hands reaching behind him.

"Get down," I told him firmly.

"But Jay it hurts, it really hurts."

"It’s supposed to. Now get down unless you want more."

Mark fearfully bent over again. His hands left his bottom but he couldn’t bring himself to tuck them under his head. I waited until he had settled then raised the tawse again. I gripped it tightly. I drew it back and let fly with a real scorcher. It landed slightly below the last one. Mark jerked forward. Once more he howled. He writhed in pain. But he managed to remain down. His hands twitched but stayed where they were. He began to cry.

The third got him lower yet. This time he didn’t cry out. He shivered and wriggled a bit. His breath was coming in great gasps. I stepped up to him and had a look at his bottom. The marks of the three strokes had turned scarlet. Four more to go. I resumed my stance and swung my arm back.

The whack landed. It was a direct hit across both cheeks almost exactly on where the first one had been. The boy really howled. He couldn’t prevent his hands flying to assist his scalded behind. He didn’t get up but he half turned to me.

"Please Jay," he sobbed. "No more, please!"

"Take your hands away!" I snapped harshly.

He desperately didn’t want to. The hands wavered. One more quick rub. Then they fell to the side leaving his poor throbbing bottom to its fate. It wasn’t long in coming. The fifth got him low down, actually on the crease. He gasped and jerked and writhed but stayed still. The sixth was a better shot. Another dead centre. He couldn’t take it. He howled his agony to the stars. Again his hands shot round to his bottom. This time however he quickly took them away. He sobbed and moaned but stilled himself for the last.

"Raise yourself up," I told him.

Reluctantly his trembling backside rose in the air. I waited until he was positioned properly. This last one would be another real scorcher. I took my time. I slowly brought the tawse back to his reddened behind. I checked my aim. Then I swiftly lifted it up and brought it back with all my might on that once proud bottom. He shrieked and jumped up, lost his balance and sprawled across the bed. I was tempted to take advantage of the new target but held my hand. He’d had his punishment. It was enough.

For a while he lay there sobbing his heart out. I stood behind him admiring my handiwork. He had some good marks to display to the other boys tonight. Then he began to recover. I let him get to his feet. He stood in front of me, regardless of his nudity, rubbing the pain away.

"Have you learnt anything from that?" I asked him softly.

"I think so Jay. I must be loyal. I mustn’t make remarks," he sniffed.

"And what do you say?" I prompted him.

"Oh. Thank you Jay, I’m sorry, really I am."

"Alright get yourself dressed."

He pulled up his pants and shorts quickly. Still sniffling he fastened the buttons and tucked his shirt in.

"We leave for the rifle range in ten minutes," I said. " Be sure you’re ready then."

"Yes Jay. Can I go now please?"

"Alright."

He shot out of the door heading for the washroom. I put the tawse away and slowly went outside. There were a suspicious number of boys hanging about with white faces. I guessed they had been listening to Mark’s chastisement. They wouldn’t look at me. Despite their fear though I noticed quite a few surreptitious grins.

I told the patrol leaders to get their boys ready to go shooting. It didn’t take long. We were just about to leave when a very subdued Mark came out of the hut. He’d changed out of uniform. He went to the head of his patrol and stood there with his eyes firmly on the ground. The surrounding grins increased. I was just about to lead them off when another boy appeared.

It was John.

To be continued.

Jay Bee