Fifteen year old William Brown and his friend Robert Blake stood outside the Headmaster's office. Both boys were well developed for their age because of the love of sports both had. William had never been there before for reason that he was there now. His buttocks were tingling, his stomach felt as though he was going to loose his lunch and all in all he felt completely miserable. William's father was Pat Brown, a teacher who had taught at this school until two years ago and then he was offered a job as Head of Languages at a prestigious school across town. He still had two minutes to go until 3.35pm, his appointment with the Head.
At lunch time he had been caught with his friend Robert, smoking behind the rifle range. Being caught smoking was an automatic caning offense. William didn't even like smoking, but he had wanted to try it and ofcourse to show Robert that he wasn't the completely goody goody. William also knew that the Head, Bob White, his father's friend would tell his dad and that might mean further punishment.
His father was very fair, but he never would put up with any nonsense from his two sons. Usually when he punished them he would use his wife's old school teachers strap (she had been a teacher before she married) and would usually give them half a dozen whacks across their backsides, always with their shorts on. The strap was about 30 inches long, 4 inches wide and ¼ inches thick. Those half dozen were always enough to bring them to their senses and warm their behinds, usually leaving them reddened and stinging for a couple of hours. The last time William had been strapped by his father was about 18 months before and he had been warned that it was time for a cane to be used if he continued to do silly things. Pat had said.
"William, you are the older brother and I expect you to set an example to Keith. If he continues to see you do stupid things, he is going to think that it is good to do stupid things. Do you understand son?"
However a couple of months ago William's younger brother Keith had got into trouble with a friend. They had been caught tripping up an elderly gentleman down the road from their home. Their story was that they meant to catch another friend, but the old guy they had tripped had reported them earlier for being cheeky. Pat had brought home two canes from school and had given Keith six of the best. Keith was thirteen and had cried. The most he had had at school up to that time had been two strokes. Afterwards in their bedroom William had examined his younger brother's stripes and offered sympathy.
William himself had never been caned at school. He was considered an exemplary student being good at sports, like his father, and also very good academically. His friend Robert on the other hand was in the 2nd fifteen with William, but was hopeless at cricket. He was not too bright in the class room being referred to as all brawn and no brain by their teachers.
Robert had been caned at least twice a term in their third form year, once by Pat before he got the job across town. He got caned once in the first term of their fourth form year and twice in the third term. However the most he ever got was four strokes. In the fifth form so far he had stayed out of trouble.
Robert kept trying to re assure William, "Look Will, old Bob is a mate of your Dads' so he'll go easy on us. Besides you've never been in trouble before, you'll probably get off with a detention."
"You don't know my father. By now Mr. White will have talked to him and that means I'll get more when I get home as well. He hates smoking and he warned me that if I were ever caught he would tan my backside."
"Well all my dad does is jaw at me which I ignore anyway............."
"I hope you wont ignore what I am going to say."
Both boys looked up. Bob White had opened the door of his office noiselessly and was standing there looking very grim. He had been Headmaster now for eight years, having got the job after Mr. Burnley the previous Headmaster had retired. Bob had the reputation of having a strong caning arm which he used rarely. At the moment William hoped very rare, but he was worrying all the same.
"Come in boys." They followed him into his office. "Stand by the desk." Bob moved behind his desk and sat down slowly. On the desk lay two manila folders with the names on the top. William could read the names though they were upside down to him, Blake Robert James and Brown William Patrick. The Headmaster picked up Robert's folder and read through it.
"You have been in trouble before Blake." It was not a question, but a statement. Robert for once was wise enough to stay quiet. The Head then picked up William's folder and went through that in the same meticulous way. "I see you are doing very well Brown, it is a shame that you have let yourself be led astray. Apart from a couple of detentions in your third form year, you have kept out of trouble."
"You know that smoking is against all the rules, as well as being bad for your health. Do you have anything to say, Brown?"
"No Sir."
"What about you Blake?"
"My parents know I have an occasional cigarette Sir, they both smoke themselves."
"That may well be so Blake, but you know that you are not allowed to smoke at school, don't you?"
"Yes Sir."
"Well you both have broken the rules and so both of you must be punished." Turning to a tall cupboard beside the fileing cabinet he opened the door and withdrew a cane. "Brown go and stand over by the bookcase."
As if in a trance William did as he was told. His stomach was really queasy now and he could feel sweat forming on his brow. He hoped that he wouldn't faint or do something stupid.
"Right Blake bring that chair over there to the front of my desk. With the seat facing the desk, I want you to bend over the back and go down so you are holding the front legs as close to the floor as possible."
William was standing to the side of his friend, could see his gray shorts getting pulled tight across his behind as he bent over the chair. It was the perfect position. The buttocks thrust up waiting helplessly to be thrashed. William was wondering how many they were going to get.
"The rules dictate that because you are both under sixteen, you can only have six strokes. However they will be six of the best."
Bob White moved behind the bending Robert and got into position. He tapped the cane across the proffered up bottom. William noticed that the cane reached about halfway across the right cheek. The cane was raised to shoulder height and brought swiftly down with a flick of the wrist just before it reached its waiting target. The cane seemed to be buried in the tightened flannel, before it was raised. Robert didn't move. It was lashed down again, this time Robert definitely flinched. The third stroke landed, William could see that the Headmaster was making his way down his friends backside.
"Owuch," went Robert.
The fourth stroke landed and then the fifth, each one making the bent over boy squirm as much as he could, bent so tightly over the chair, each stroke making him let go with a loud ouch.
By now William could feel butterflies reeling in his stomach, his hands were sweaty and he was sure he was going to be sick at any moment.
The sixth stroke landed, just above the crease. Robert let go an anguished cry and started sobbing.
"You may stand up Blake, put your hands on your head and wait over by the book case."
Robert straightened up, his face blotchy and with tears running down his cheeks, William didn't need to guess that he was in pain. He stumbled rather than walked over by William.
"Right Brown come over to the chair and bend over it, the same as Blake did. Down tighter boy."
William could feel the cane being tapped across his buttocks as Bob White took aim. God please let me be braver than Robert, he prayed. He heard the swish followed by CRACK. For a nanosecond there was nothing, then a line of fire ignited about halfway down his bum. He grabbed the front chair legs more securely. Another swish followed by the crack and another line of fire, this time a little lower.
This time Robert was watching the action instead of being on the receiving end. His tears had dried up and he was a little ashamed that he had cried. He too could see the cane being buried into the tightly stretched flannel over William's muscular buttocks.
The third stroke lashed down, apart from his knuckles whitening on the chair legs, there was no sign that William was getting a good thrashing. The fourth landed, this time William squirmed as the cane was being drawn back for the fifth stroke.
"Keep still Brown." Bob's eye was in. He was determined that he didn't want William playing up again. The fifth landed just above the crease while the sixth landed right on the crease.
"Owwuch," went William.
You may stand up Brown and go and join your friend by the bookcase. Don't rub your behind, it's meant to be hurting. Put your hands on your head."
William went over and joined Robert by the bookcase with his hands on his head. Apart from the feeling of fire in his tail, he didn't feel too bad. He managed a small smile for Robert.
Bob White got out the punishment register and filled in the details, "Ok boys come and sign next to your name and then you go straight home. Your parents have been informed. This confirmed William's fears. Now his parents knew about this and no doubt his father would be adding to his already sore backside.
The boys left the study, "Willie I've got to go and have a pee."
"I'll come too, I want to see what my backside looks like." Willie could feel his bum still smarting, he gave it a furtive rub. All of a sudden he found he was hard the front of his shorts were tenting out. He looked across at the front of Robert's shorts and they had a definite bulge to them as well. They went into the toilets.
There was no one around as school was out and detention was held down the other end of school. The toilets were empty as they had thought and the two went across to the wash basins with the big mirror above them.
William undid his belt and opened the top clasp of his fly and pushed the zip down. He eased his shorts down and then turned so his behind was facing the mirror. He pushed his underpants down at the back wincing as the material scraped across the raw weals. He looked in the mirror. There were six parallel lines across both buttocks from one side to the other all deep red in colour. The stroke that landed on the crease looked as though it was about to start bleeding at any minute.
Robert did the same, only he pushed his underpants down to his knees. His backside was the same as Williams. Both had seen each other naked and they had even had jerk off races. William was still a little embarrassed about getting a hard on in front of others. He pulled up his shorts, "Come on lets go or we will miss the 4pm bus and then I'll be in trouble for being late home as well."
They went out of school towards the main gates. Just as they got to the gates a rather battered blue Vauxhall Victor drove up.
"Oh _s_h_i_t_, here's dad," said William.
"Hop in, we'll drop you off at home on the way Robert ok?" William looked at his father as he got into and sat carefully in the front of the car next to him. Robert got in the back. Pat noticed in the rear view mirror that he had sat down carefully also.
"I hear you guys have been in a spot of bother, that is why I came to collect you. I thought you may miss the 4 o'clock bus."
"Thanks Dad."
"Thanks Mr. Brown."
Nothing more was said till they arrived at Robert's home.
"There you are Robert, no doubt you will see William tomorrow at school, but I don't want to hear any more nonsense about smoking, do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Mr. Brown."
"Good, we will see you again then." With that he put the car into gear and waited while Robert clambered out of the car, then drove off. "As for you young man, we have some unfinished business to attend to when we get home......................"
When they got home Pat said, "William I will see you in my study in 15 minutes. We will talk about what happened at lunch time today and what we are going to do about it. Your mother will be home from work at 5.15, and your brother from music pratice at 5, so we have the house to ourselves till then."
William got out of the car and went into the house. His backside was still burning from the caning that he had got at school, and by the sound of things there was another hiding coming his way. Well at least if he cried there was no one to see him. He went into his room and got changed out his uniform and put on jeans and a tee shirt. He went to the toilet and then to the bathroom to wash his hands before going to his father's study. When he had had hidings in the past they had been carried out in the lounge in front of Mum and Keith, but if it was a serious whacking then his father told him to see him in his study. When Keith had got six of the best, that had been done in the study with only Keith and Pat present. Just before the 15 minutes were up he knocked lightly on the study door.
"Come in son."
William came into the study. He looked about there was no sign of any thing that was going to lambaste his bottom. He started to breath a little easier, unconsciously rubbing his backside gently. Pat looked at him with a gentle smile on his face.
"Feeling a bit sore son?"
"Yes Dad."
"Well if you do stupid things like breaking an important school rule, then you get punished. You understand that don't you?"
"Yes Dad."
"Why did you smoke then William? You know that your mother and I disapprove of smoking and that neither of us smoke."
"I thought that I would try it, but I didn't like it at all. I certainly wont be smoking again Dad, I promise."
Ok son, I believe you. However you have also broken a family rule and you deserve to be punished for that. What do you think?"
"To be honest Dad, I thought that I would get another hiding at home. As soon as we got caught I knew I would get the cane at school, but I hoped that maybe I wouldn't. I also knew that you would be told, so that meant another hiding here."
"I see. Well as you expected another hiding we had better get it over and down with before the others get home. Go and put your footy practice shorts on, with a jockstrap and I want you back here in 3 minutes."
This was going to be worse than William had first thought however he did as he was told. He went back to his room and pealed down his jeans and underpants wincing again as the tight pants scraped over his weals, got his jock and footy shorts from his drawer, put them on and was back in his father's study in the prescribed time.
When he got to the study this time the belt and the cane was laying on the desk.
"I want you to bend over the chair with your hands down towards the floor as far as you can."
For the second time that day, William did as he was told, wondering what was going to happen. Pat admired his son's pluck. Through the thin material of the shorts Pat could see the distinct weals left by the earlier caning.
For a moment he hesitated, I was going to give you six with the belt and then six with the cane, but I'll halve that and give you three of the best with each. Get ready."
Pat stepped behind and slightly to left of William. He raised the belt and it fell with a woosh and Twack as it connected with the tightened buttocks. The next two followed in rapid succession. William felt as though all the fires in his backside had been reignited at once. He gave a shudder and tears started pouring down his face. He looked sideways at his father as Pat picked up the cane and flexed it.
Pat aimed the cane across the now trembling target, and let fly putting his shoulder into the stroke. The cane got buried into the buttocks and was raised for the next stroke.
William looked at the seat of the chair and was amazed that it was starting to have a pool on the polished seat where his tears were falling. He still hadn't made a sound.
The cane was raised for the next stroke. It flew through the air with that horrible swish and landed about halfway down the meaty buttocks. This time William flinched and cried out.
"Owwwch"
"One more to go son." The Cane was raised for the last stroke. Pat aimed for just above the crease, where William would feel it for a few days every time he sat.
CRACK!! It landed right on target.
"You took that well son, the punishment is over. Stand up."
William struggled to his feet. His face a mess of tears and snot where his nose had started to run after the third stroke with the belt. He gently touched his burning backside as he tried to regain control of himself.
"I suggest you go and have a cool shower and hop into bed. No doubt you will lie on your stomach. You can get up for dinner."
"What about my homework?"
"I'll help with the chores tonight," (William had to help with washing the dishes and Keith dried.) "You can do your homework straight after dinner and then watch TV if you want to."
"Thanks Dad."
William left his father's study and went to the bathroom stripping off his tee shirt and shorts as he went. Wandering into the bathroom with only his jock on he looked in the big mirror there at his backside. The lower half of his backside was a uniform scarlet where the heavy belt had landed, over scored by the weals left by the cane. The ones he'd got earlier were now deep red while the three fresh stripes were still fiery red. By rubbing his fingers over them William could feel the ridges on his bum. His _c_o_c_k_ was fighting to get out the jock, so he pulled it off and got under the shower.............
While he was under the tepid shower, he slowly rubbed his _c_o_c_k_ watching it stretch out to its maximum length of 6 ½ inches. He felt his balls tighten just before he came gushing in great powerful spurts that went up the shower wall. He finished his shower and wandered naked to his and Keith's bedroom where he flopped face down on the bed.
He was wakened by a hand lightly slapping his still stinging behind, and his brother saying, "Tea is on the table in 5 bro. You can come like that, but Mum may not like it. Anyway I suggest you take your pillow to sit on."
"Thanks." William stood up and put on his tee shirt and a pair of floppy summer weight shorts.
"What no underpants?" asked Keith.
"I'll go without until my bum is a bit more comfortable, come on lets go to tea." (dinner)
They left the room together and went to the dinning room.
Their mother looked at William, "I've put a cushion on your chair son."
"Thanks Mum."
After dinner Pat said to William, "Go and do your homework son, your mother and I don't want your fine academic record to suffer even if your behaviour record is a little tarnished at the moment."
William went back to his room and after an hour and a half had completed his homework. We went back to the lounge where the rest of the family was watching TV.
"I think I'll catch some zzzs. Goodnight Dad, night Mum."
"Goodnight William," they said together. William left the lounge cleaned his teeth had a quick wash and went to bed where he went to sleep just about straight away.
Next morning he woke at 6 before the rest of the family, hit the bathroom and looked at his bum in the mirror. His stripes had gone a deep purple. They were still very tender to touch. He climbed under the shower and had a long hot shower. He was just drying off when there was a knock on the door and Pat came into the bathroom.
"Ok son?"
"I think so Dad."
"Good, son. Your mother and I will say no more about yesterday. But if you smoke again I'm telling now it will be at least twice what you got yesterday, even if you get caned at school. Do you understand?"
"Yes Dad."
"Ok, I'll run you to school this morning, I've got to talk to Bob White about something. Give Robert a ring and we'll pick him up on the way."
William stayed out of trouble for the rest of the time he was at school, he returned to being known as an exemplary student in all respects.. His friend Robert was not so lucky, and neither was little brother Keith.................