St. Martin's College

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St. Martin's College was a residential university college established in the reign of King James I and had a long established reputation for academic and sporting achievement. It was an all male facility catering for young men in their first years of university life. Its enrolment varied from 50-120 depending on the social norms of the times. Many of the young men were the sons and nephews of old boys. All were physically fit and of attractive appearance.

The College was arranged in 4 houses each with 2 prefects. There was also a College Captain and his Deputy. The day to day affairs of the College and discipline was the realm of the Master. For some generations a family called Thomas had provided cooking, gardening, handyman and concierge-type duties for the College and on more than one occasion the sons of the household had reported to the Master for discipline. Prefect were responsible for maintaining discipline and organising punishment as appropriate.

Indeed it was discipline that made St. Martin's different. Minor breaches were dealt with by a fine but more serious offences led to corporal punishment administered by the Master. Such punishments were always across the naked buttocks and if appropriate were administered in public. The duty prefect usually supervised the punishment, which was a double-edged sword. There was a great deal of pleasure to be had watching young bums stretched over ready to be thrashed but if arrangements were not satisfactory it could be their backsides on the receiving side. Furthermore a long forgotten Master had decided that such punishment should involve not only pain but humiliation and henceforth, at the Master's discretion, all punishments were preceded by digital examination of the rectum, an indignity which, more than the pain, deterred wrongdoers and excited watching prefects. Woe behold anyone presenting for execution with a lack of personal hygiene.

At the beginning of the University year the College opened its doors to its new intake. All students were required to listen to 5 one hour lectures given by the Master and College Captain on the workings of the College. The last lecture was always given by the Captain and explained in detail punishment protocol. The Captain, whose name was Simon, described how executions, as punishments were called, were by appointment and it was strongly advised that all College fellows check the noticeboard or net site every day.

As Simon gave this talk he was troubled by a persistent sense of unease. Only he and the Master knew that Simon would be beginning his tenure with a caning of his own. It all stemmed back to an offence committed on the last weekend of the preceding term and due to an unexpected commitment on his account he had asked for a postponement, little realising that postponement would run into the new College year and a delay of 10 weeks. Indeed it was that delay and his appointment as Captain at the beginning of the week that led Simon to hope he may be reprieved.

After finishing this last talk he named 6 first year students who had been talking during the lectures, or who had been late to any of them, to report to him at 5:00 p.m. and explain why they should not be punished, and also 4 older lads who had committed similar crimes, and who were less likely to be reprieved, but should still report to him at 5:30. Hope against hope, his own arse would be reprieved. He made a silent promise to himself that if he was reprieved he would reprieve all 10 colleagues. The last business was to arrange a prefects meeting for 9:00 p.m. that evening. Prefects had a lot of privileges but were expected to maintain excellent standards or face the wrath of the Master's cane.

So it was with some trepidation that Simon headed towards the Master's study. He was uncertain whether the tight feeling in his sphincter was nerves or a hint of eroticism. He was certainly aware of a swelling in his groin and knew a hidden pleasure at the prospect of witnessing other people's executions, which usually led to a quick wank afterwards. His own imminent punishment held no such thrill.

Simon had received the cane once before in his first year and at that time vowed never to repeat the experience. As it was his first offence he had been spared the indignity of a finger up the fundament. All he could remember was the intense pain and a desperate desire not to scream out. Following Simon his 2 colleagues Tim and Adam, both now prefects also, had followed him to the block. Watching them receive their desserts had eased his pain and led to a most embarassing swelling in his groin which needed appropriate relief later.

It was soon 10:00 a.m. and Simon punctually presented himself at the Master's door. He was speedily invited in and they discussed College matters for half an hour or so before the Master "regrettably" bought up the matter of Simon. The Master informed Simon that he realised Simon would not expect to be treated with undue leniency because of his new rank, (Nothing could have been further from the truth) and as there was no reason to postpone matters any longer they may as well proceed to the so-called library. Simon of course agreed with the Master's sentiments.

It was a long walk to the library. Inside it was freezing cold and whilst the cold ensured no embarrassing groin protrusions it would exacerbate the pain. Simon knew what to do and stripped off his trousers and underwear. He rolled his shirt up and stood awaiting the Master's command. The Master subtly admired Simon's member whilst asking Simon to be patient whist he selected a "suitable rod". I think 6 of this springy junior cane and 6 with the senior should give a nice balance of acute pain and a long lasting throb he would soon conclude.

The command to bend over a specially designed gym horse, nicknamed the block by generations of old boys, came all too soon. As Simon bent he felt the cold air on his arse hole. As he lay wondering whether he would avoid that additional indignity the sound of a rubber glove snapping on the Master's hand gave him his answer. He must have flinched at the sound as the Master was quick to inform him that this was a second offence in a senior man and required full process of the punishment.

Some cold lubricating cream was applied, the Master taking an unseemingly long time to achieve this end. Then, a strange sense of fullness and discomfort as his hole was invaded. Again the Master seemed to be taking his time and the sensation became infinitely more pleasurable as his prostate was massaged. Needless to say his dick began to swell and the prospect of a humiliating erection took his mind off the pain to follow. He was quickly bought back to reality as the Master withdrew his finger and Simon heard the glove removed. Not long after the cane began swishing in a prelude to its symphony - addressing Simon's backside.

"Right now that's over lets get on with the main event." The Master seemed to be enjoying himself. Why shouldn't he. Simon would be if the roles were reversed. He was bought out of his reverie by the hiss of the cane and the searing pain which quickly followed. It seemed much worse than 2 years ago. He almost leapt up in a sort of spinal response but managed to control himself. This momentary concern occupied his mind until the next hiss and its associated fires of pain. Somehow he managed to get through the first 6. The Master told him to stand for a few moments before he completed the task (and admired his handiwork). The rest was all too short and in no time at all he was once again splayed across the horse. The sound was similar, the pain of a slightly different quality but the final 6 with the senior cane had begun. The Master certainly did not seem to have tired and indeed seemed almost jolly as he delivered the final 6. Staying down was nigh on impossible and Simon was soon blubbing to himself praying that this business would soon be over. Finally cuts 11 and 12 landed in quick and painful succession. It was over.

In due course Simon was to enjoy the execution of many St. Martin's lads, but his own further experiences and those of Tim and Adam are another story. Suffice it to say that when he retired to his room he was unsure whether to cry with pain or wank in the warmth of a well thrashed backside and an awakening to the pleasures of his hole. There would certainlybe no reprieve for those meeting him at 5:00p.m.