Private School

Author: Malc

I was a new and rather innocent member of staff at a big private school in a very remote part. When I started there I had not given corporal punishment

much thought, save to remembering one or two occasions when I had had my white P.E. shorts removed and my bare bottom slippered in front of the class

when i had been at school myself. This happened to the rest of the class, and I remembered thinking it was good to watch but not so good to be on the

receiving end.

In my new job I became aware that corporal punishment was not dead at all, in fact boys could opt to receive it instead of other punishments. It could

be quite severe, it seemed, but many chose to take it, with older pupils often receiving quite a serious dose of correction.

One day after I had been talking in a very general way about the subject and I think I may have said something about it not having done me any harm, on

the contrary a lot of good, I received an invitation to join the team of punishment masters. The written note was quite specific and said I should

have to receive a formal introduction to the scheme, and that I should report in white vest and shorts with briefs underneath if I wanted to become

a member of the team.

I decided I did, so at the appointed time I went along to the senior master's study suitably dressed and knocked on his door. He called me in

and the first thing I saw was a severe looking cane on the desk. behind it stood the master, wearing just a pair of white briefs, very tight and the

bulge becoming tighter. He explained that there was a very strict set of rules about the administration of punishment and that all new staff had to

receive it before they could start to administer it themselves. The rules also stated that all staff had to receive a beating themselves at least once

a term. This was supposed to remind them not to be too severe on the pupils, though I am not sure this was the effect it always had!

Punishment was normally given in private. Pupils and staff had to both be stripped to briefs, so I had immediately to remove my vest and shorts. At

this point I disocvered an unfortunate error I had made, which was that I should have been wearing plain white, blue or black briefs but I was wearing

blue/grey stripped ones. These I had to remove straight away and it seemed that on this occasion all my punishment was to be received on the bare.

Punishment was usually in three parts,. First the unfortunate was made to bend over for the slipper across briefs. I received a very powerful ten

strokes and was then told to stand in the corner. After a few moments, I was told to resume the position bent over the desk, and I received twelve

strokes with a wooden paddle, which left a remarkable and dramatic effect on my now very red backside.

At this point the victim's briefs would be removed, but, of course, mine were already off, so I had to remain in position. It seemed it was time for

the cane, the real punishment, and here the rules said that for all caning both pupil and staff should be nude. So the master removed his tight white

briefs, with some relief I thought, and then picked up that evil looking cane.

Before I had time to think the first stroke came crashing down, swish right across my bare arse. The pain was extraordinary, though at the same time my

cock started to grow and I could see his was big too. Down fell the cane again, and again, and after six strokes I thought it might have ended, but

no, it seemed my error over the incorrect briefs required a further four strokes, which were applied with great accuracy and power, carving a regular

line of marks across my battered arse.

And so my punishment was over, for now, and it seemed that this was what I was expected to administer myself. Could I do it? I was sure I could! The

master said to show him, and took the position bent over the desk that I had so recently occupied. I picked up the cane and swished it through the air -

it was certainly a fine specimen. I brought down the first stroke with some force and saw a fine red line appear on his backside, as he gave a gasp.

That was it, it seemed, but firmer, so I laid down a full ten strokes, and two for luck, after which he seemed very impressed said I was on the team.

I had one more duty to perform. One pupil was due for punishment.

He was waiting, naked, outside the door, and now entered the room, seeing both of our backsides very well caned, and he knew what to do, taking the position over the desk, at which I administered a full six strokes with the cane, each one leaving a firm red mark, the victim squirming. It seemed he was a volunteer which was why he got to see us both nude, and I was soon to discover that volunteers for naked punishment were commonplace....

Can be continued....