The Stowaway - Chapter 6
Jason goes to school.
(Richard William Parker)
Its Monday morning and all is fine, well except for the ache in Jason's bottom, he had been spanked again by the chief on the captains orders for lying about his age but for some reason he was now happy. He had read himself the letter sent to the Captain and was now his legal ward. Mmm ... he thought to himself dreamily, I'm the Captains boy now. He desperately wanted to call the Captain Daddy, or Dad or Father even but before he was spanked, not after he was turned into a well spanked crying little boy. He didn't know if the Captain would like that though, and was too embarrassed to ask him.
Jason looked at his watch, it was seven am and he had to get ready for his first day with his new tutor. He quickly got up and washed and went to his wardrobe and started getting his school uniform ready, which the captain had ordered him to wear during lessons. He put on a clean white vest and briefs and donned his grey school shirt, then he sat on his bed and pulled on a pair of plain grey knee length school socks. Walking over to the mirror he knotted his tie in a full Windsor knot and then pulled out his dresser drawer containing his grey school shorts. He now had half a dozen pairs of shorts; short shorts, mid thigh shorts and shorts reaching to just above his knee, the shortest pair having an inside leg of only an inch and a half. He picked a pair of short school shorts and quickly pulled them on smiling at the feeling of the cool white lining of the shorts as they were pulled up his hairless thighs. He went over to the wardrobe again and got his black blazer and ran out of the cabin to breakfast.
Jason ran full pelt down the ships corridors until he came to the Captains wardroom and ran straight on through the door, without knocking, coming to a complete stop and out of breath at the Captains table.
"JASON!" said the Captain forcefully. "Go out and come back in like a gentleman, not like one of Attila's horde!"
The Captain and the Chief, who were both sitting at the table eating breakfast glared at Jason who humbly looked down at his feet and slowly walked out again. A few seconds later Jason knocked on the door and waited for permission to enter. The chief grinned and shouted out "Yes? Who is it?" and laughed as Jason opened the door and walked in. Grinning, Jason apologised for his previous entrance.
"That's better Jason", said the captain and told Jason to fetch what ever he wanted from the side table for breakfast. Jason got himself a breakfast of bacon and eggs and sat down at the table to eat. When he finished the captain noted that Jason was in his school uniform, and looking smart at that, and asked him if he was ready for his lessons.
"Err ... yes sir", replied Jason
"You will have your studies in hear. As you can see, there is a school desk for you over there in the corner", Jason looked and saw an old-fashioned school desk, with hinged top and inkwell to boot, "it will be kept out of the way after your lessons, and placed in the middle of the cabin facing my desk when set up for study. Now listen very carefully Jason, Mr. Bishop, your tutor, is going to arrive at 0800 and your lessons will start at 0830 every day. As you want to be treated as a 9 or 10 year old and not the 12 you are, I have instructed Mr. Bishop that your curriculum should be that of a 9 year old, actually he has been told you are nine years old and you will be treated like one from now on, in and out of lessons. You wanted it like this so it's too late to turn back now."
Jason, listening attentively, grinned and thanked the Captain.
"Good, now we come to discipline", Jason almost gulped squirming in his chair, "I have instructed your tutor that he has full punishment rights concerning your time with him. That, young man means that he has my permission to spank you or cane you if he sees fit, do you understand?"
The cane? The cane? Jason thought to himself in horror
"But Sir! Not the cane, pleaseeeeee, that's not fair!" Jason pouted.
"What I or the chief give you boy is our business! When you are at school you will be punished as all naughty schoolboys should be, and if that means the cane then don't be naughty. When you are out of school and act like a naughty little nine old then I will punish you like any decent caring father would punish his son and spank you soundly!""
Jason sniffed and frowned; before he came here he had never been spanked. Now, he had not only been spanked everyday, sometimes more than once, but had the prospect of a caning during lessons, this was terribly unfair thought Jason but then again, 'I will punish you like any decent caring father would punish his son', Jason felt a lump at his throat.
"Oh, and one more thing young man. If your tutor has to punish you, then I or the Chief in my absence will also punish you after school, do you understand?"
"Yes sir, sorry sir"
The captain smiled and told the boy to leave whilst the wardroom was prepared.
Jason had almost 45 minutes before his classes were to start so he went up on deck to kill some time. He went to the pool area used by the guests and leaned on the railing looking out to sea. After a couple of minutes Jason heard someone behind him and quickly turned around, there in front of him was the boy who laughed at him as the Captain dragged Jason off to be spanked the day before. Jason glared up at him; the boy was a good head taller than he.
"What you want?" asked Jason rather gruffly.
"Err ... nothing in particular, just wondering who you were is all" Replied the boy looking down at Jason with a grin "You look very smart, going to school are you?" "Oh, err ... yes I am, I'm waiting for my tutor", Jason tugged on his blazer and smoothed the seat of his shorts and grinned up at the boy.
"My name's Jason, I'm the cabin boy, the Captain's my guardian", Jason's chest puffed out as he said it and he stuck out his hand to the older boy.
The boy took it, "My names Richard, my father is a guest aboard the Mare Nostrum"
They both shook hands and then both leaned on the railing looking out to sea.
"How old are you Jason?"
"Err ... nine, why?
"Oh, nothing, I just wondered, seeing as though you're in school shorts, I'm 13 in 3 months, I have to wear shorts to school too, though mine are a bit longer than yours, and I'll be in longs next term." Replied Richard looking at Jason
"I got to wear shorts forever, my guardian says that I can wear longs when I leave school, but I don't mind, I like wearing shorts, especially out here at sea"
"Lucky you, I wish I could live aboard a ship like this, I hardly ever see my father, what with business and all, he travels a lot overseas so I only see him on school holidays, the rest of the time I'm at prep school."
Jason didn't know what to say. Up until a couple of weeks ago he didn't have anybody he could call a father, so he just looked out to sea and said nothing.
"Mind you Jason" Richard grinned slyly at Jason "I don't envy you your spankings"
Jason face turned as red as his bottom the day before.
"Err ... err ..." he looked away and started to leave but Richard put his hand on Jason's shoulder.
"Don't go Jason, I wasn't making fun of you or anything, honest, its just that I've only been spanked twice before and that was ... giggle ... when I was your age."
Jason turned toward the boy and grinned, still blushing,
"What did you do to deserve it?"
"I ... err ... lied to the Captain, he wasn't too amused"
"I didn't mean to pry Jason but I was on deck outside the Chiefs cabin and heard it all, wow, that was some spanking, what did you get?"
"The bath brush, with my shorts on and bare, it really stung"
"I bet it's still sore"
Suddenly he had his hand on the seat of Jason's shorts gently feeling his bottom, if felt small but round and firm. He carried on gently rubbing Jason's bottom and Jason just stood there, he wanted to pull away but the gentle caress of Richards hand felt wonderful and he felt his little mate stand to attention.
"Your bottom feels a bit warm still Jason, does it hurt"
"Not anymore" replied Jason grinning at the bigger boy.
Over the ships 1MC Jason was called as his tutor had arrived.
"Guess you better run along to school Jason, do you want to look for me later? We can have some fun if you like?"
"Really? Thanks, I will!" Jason ran off to the wardroom, waving goodbye to his new friend. Richard looked at the disappearing boy wondering what Jason's bottom looked like and grinned to himself, this trip might not be so boring after all, he said to himself.
Jason ran down the corridors to the wardroom but stopped short of bursting in like at breakfast and knocked before walking in. In the room were the Captain and his new tutor Mr. Bishop. Mr. Bishop was a giant of man, six foot five and just as well built as the Chief. Both he and the captain looked disappointed at Jason and Jason pouted.
"JASON WILLIAM HOOD! What have you been doing boy" asked the Captain. Standing before him was Jason, one sock up the other about his ankles, his shirt was hanging out the front of his shorts, his tie was askew and his cap was on at an angle.
"Err ... nothing sir, I was talking to that boy, Richard, he's a guest"
"I know who he is young man but you look like you've been dragged through a hedge backwards, not talking. Tuck yourself in and pull up your socks, and take that cap off at once, you don't wear a cap indoors!" said the Captain rather annoyed at the first impression Jason had given to Mr. Bishop.
"Mr. Bishop, this young scamp is Jason, I must apologise for his appearance, I can guarantee that he didn't look like this a half ago"
"That's ok Captain, small boys often end up looking like that, it's a natural talent I fear, but one which can be amended" replied Mr. Bishop in a strong voice.
Jason, remembering his manners walked over to Mr. Bishop and stuck out his hand.
"Sorry sir, pleased to meet you sir."
The captain and the tutor smiled and Jason felt a lot better.
"Well, I'll be on the bridge, please do come up to the bridge when you are through Mr. Bishop and I will show around the Mare Nostrum and to your quarters."
The Captain turned his attention to Jason.
"And as for you young man, remember that Mr. Bishop here has full corporal punishment rights, quite frankly, if I were he I'd tan that little bottom of yours for your slovenly appearance, but that is up to him. Be good!"
With that the Captain left, leaving tutor and pupil alone.
Mr. Bishop looked down at the boy and smiled.
"Well young man, we haven't got off to a very good start have we?"
"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to look such a mess, I don't know how I got that way" said Jason hurriedly.
"Well, I will deal with that in a few moments, but first lets get to know each other"
Jason didn't like the sound of that; he thought the matter over. For the next half hour Mr. Bishop told Jason about himself and where he had taught previously, which had been various prep and boarding schools overseas. Jason told his tutor about his life previous to coming here.
"Well, now that that's out of the way, we both know each other more or less. Now please stand up and come over here boy, we need to deal with the little matter of your appearance, plus, if my ears weren't playing tricks on me I fear I heard you running down the corridor, or am I wrong."
This is it, thought Jason, I've only just started and I'm already going to be punished. Jason stood up and slowly walked over to the tutor's desk and stood in front of it and looked down at his shoes.
"I trust I will only have to say this once young man. You are not to run in the corridors, it's unseemly and also very dangerous, especially in the cramped confines of a ship, do you understand?" said Mr. Bishop in a calm but no nonsense voice.
Jason gulped and nodded his head. Mr. Bishop glared at Jason, he expected to be spoken too not nodded at.
"Come here boy" Said Mr. Bishop pointing to the floor to the right of his chair. Jason slowly walked over and as soon as he was at arms distance Mr. Bishop grabbed hold of Jason left arm, pulled him firmly towards him and gave him two very sound smacks to the back of each of Jason's bare legs. Jason yelped loudly and wriggled and his legs went up and down as each smack landed. This was so embarrassing thought Jason as his eyes started watering, being smacked on the back of the legs like a five year old.
"When I ask you a question boy, I expect an answer, not sign language, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes sir, yes sir, I'm really sorry sir, it wont happen again"
The backs of his legs were on fire, from just two smacks each, Jason couldn't believe it stung so much.
"That's better. Now, if you act like a naughty little boy in my class you will be treated like one. This is what is going to happen master Hood, I am going to punish that bottom of yours for your disgraceful appearance earlier, you are not ever to come to class like that again. From now on, if your cap is on indoors, you will be punished. If your socks are not pulled up you will be punished too. Before each class we will have a uniform inspection, any faults that I find will be punished. Understood?"
"Sniff ... yes sir" replied Jason pouting.
"You will also be punished for running in the corridor. Now as this is your first day with me, I will be a little lenient with you. Open up that cupboard boy"
Mr Bishop pointed to a mahogany case against the bulkhead next to a removable black board. Jason walked over to it with Mr. Bishop at his side. Jason opened the door of the cupboard and gasped at the sight. In an umbrella stand there were a collection of school canes. They all varied in size from 2 feet to 3 feet, some thin some thick. Hanging from a hook on the door was a wicked looking tawse, it was a strap about two feet long and a inch wide with the business end split down the middle, it looked old and well used, he could see the word Lochgelly embossed on it in an oval pattern, Also hanging at the back of the cupboard were a selection of paddles and hairbrushes and a well used looking black plimsoll (pump) originally used for gym and known to generations of British schoolboys as the slipper. Mr. Bishop selected two canes, the tawse and the slipper and took them to his desk. He picked up the two feet long cane, it was small and thin and very whippy, about the thickness of a pencil.
"I think your first lesson should be in scholastic discipline boy. This is what I use if I wish to cane you over my knee," He then picked up the larger 3 feet cane and bent it almost into a circle. "This boy, is a junior cane, you will normally be given this either bending over and touching your toes or bending over whatever I say" he placed it down and picked up the tawse. "This young man is a Scottish tawse. It stings. Its usually used on the hands of naughty boys but I don't believe in hitting the hands, you might end up getting arthritis or something, therefore the backs of your legs or bottom will be well acquainted with it." He put the tawse down and picked up the slipper. "I'm sure you know what this is for"
"Yes sir" said Jason in a very small voice; he was frightened now looking at all these things that had only one purpose.
Mr. Bishop pushed back his chair and beckoned Jason over to him telling him to take off his blazer. Jason complied and walked over to his tutor who firmly took hold of his arm and guided him over his knee.
"I'm going to start off by slippering you boy, this you will normally get when you act like a naughty little boy."
Mr Bishop grabbed hold of the waist of Jason's shorts and pulled them up as high as they would go, smoothing the material over his bottom and exposing the crease of Jason's bottom, he then held him firmly about the waist with his left arm and raised the black slipper high over his head.
WHACK, WHACK, SLAM, SPANK, WHACK
The first six landed on the middle of Jason's left cheek. Jason bucked and yelped and by the sixth was howling, he couldn't believe that a slipper could hurt so much, and over shorts too.
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK
The second six landed on his opposite cheek and caused Jason to yelp louder and squirm more and kick his legs up and down.
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK
OWWWWWWWWWWW ... WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ... EEEEEK
These landed low down, half on the shorts and half on Jason's bare skin right on the crease. Jason was sobbing by now
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK
Jason hollered at the top of his voice fighting desperately not to put his hands back, these again landed half on the shorts and half on his other check.
Mr Bishop put down the slipper and gently rubbed the seat of Jason's shorts. He had slippered him very hard, not as hard as he could but he never failed to bring even a big boy to tears. He looked down at the boys small, shorts covered bottom; he loved to see his pupils in shorts, school shorts preferably. Mmm nothing like having a boy over your knee in shorts he said to himself, there was something about a boys bottom in grey school shorts that seemed to cry out for a spanking. The shorter the shorts the better he mused as he saw the bright mark of the slipper showing below the hem.
"Stand up boy"
Jason stood, sniffing.
"That is what you can expect for being a naughty little boy in class", His hands went to Jason's shorts and he undid the fastener and zip, Jason didn't wear a belt as the shorts had an elastic waistband. He grabbed hold of the hem and pulled the shorts down to Jason's ankles followed by his white underpants. Jason started to cry.
"This is what you will get if you are a silly, naughty little boy" He pulled Jason over his knee again and once again picked up the slipper SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK
SHRIEKKKKK, OWWWWWWWW, WAHH, YEOOOOOWWWWWWWW!
"P.. P.. P.. Pleaseeeeee sir! Ill be good I promiseeeeeee", they landed on the left crease all of then and Jason's hand flew back to protect his bottom
SMACK, SMACK,
These two landed on the back of the left leg, midway between the crease and the back of his knees
"You will not cover your bottom!"
SMACK, SMACK
These two landed on the back of the other leg. Jason's legs were kicking frantically and he was even trying to force himself up off his tutors knee, which only caused him to hold him harder.
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK
These landed again on the other crease of Jason bottom.
Jason just sobbed away, a thoroughly spanked little boy, wailing like a five year old.
"There, that's what you get for being a silly, naughty little boy. Now stand up and go stand in that corner."
Jason stood and went over to the opposite corner from his tutor's desk and put his hands on his head without being asked to.
"You will stay there for the next fifteen minutes, then we shall continue with your introduction to school discipline"
Jason burst out crying again but said nothing. In his corner he thought of how unfair life was, he hadn't done anything and he was getting the thrashing of his life, he would rather have the Captain hairbrush him to sleep every night than this he thought. Mr. Bishop was watching Jason's buttock clench and unclench knowing that the boy must be smarting. Well, he thought, might as well get this unpleasantness over with.
"Take off your underpants boy and pull your shorts up please."
Jason did so, taking off his shorts and briefs and then putting his shorts back on.
"Come here".
Jason walked over with a sinking feeling in his tummy and once again stood in front of his tutor.
Mr. Bishop picked up the tawse and told Jason to bend over his knee again. Jason did so, crying softly.
"This is what you can expect if you do not do your homework or your school work is sloppy"
THWACK!
The tawse crashed down high across Jason's bottom. Jason yelled out and fought desperately to get away from the thudding pain of the tawse. He had never felt anything like it; an inch wide stripe of burning hurt erupted on Jason's bottom.
THWACK, THWACK, TWACK
Long threads of dribble were hanging from Jason's wide, round, soundless mouth; these had landed just bellow the first and each other whack just below the previous one, but the pain as the end of the tawse wrapped around Jason little bottom and bit into the flank was unbearable.
THWACK, THWACK!
Jason was now completely horizontal; as if he was lying on a bed, these two had landed one just below the hem his shorts on each leg. He wailed and howled at the pain.
Mr. Bishop placed the tawse back on his desk and again started to rub the seat of Jason's shorts. Jason carried on sobbing, but he had to admit to himself that the rubbing felt good. Mr. Bishop looked down at the boys clenching checks and saw the dark red stripe of the tawse on the back of the boys legs, you could see each of the two tails of the tawse perfectly embossed on the boys bare skin.
"Get up boy"
Jason shot up and started to dance from foot to foot rubbing his burning bottom. Mr Bishop grabbed his arm again and slapped him hard on each inner thigh.
YELPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP, Jason was in tears again
"Don't rub your bottom!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it sir ... sob"
"Well, see that you don't. Fetch me the short cane boy"
"But..."
"NOW!"
Jason sniffed and picked up the short two feet long cane, it felt light and whippy and he handed it to his tutor as tears started coursing down his face again.
"Good boy, now lower your shorts boy"
Jason did so, crying, and Mr. Bishop stood up. He put his left foot on the chair and picking Jason up placed him over his raised knee. He gently pushed Jason's head further down so that his bottom was as high as possible and held him in that position. Raising the short cane over his head he brought the cane swiftly down, cracking right in the center of Jason already very red bottom.
SWISH ... CRACK!
Jason hardly felt anything at first, then about 2 seconds later his bottom erupted in stinging flames, he honestly thought that he had been branded by something and let out a shrieking yelp.
SWISH ... CRACK! SWISH ... CRACK!
Two more landed in quick succession, the second lower down and the third right on the crease of his bottom. Jason yelled out loudly and his legs went flying back but to no avail, and he sobbed and sobbed and sobbed, all he wanted to do was stand up and rip the pain away with his hands.
Mr. Bishop held Jason in place for a full minute admiring the 3 deep red tramlines that had appeared on his bottom, knowing that the third stroke would cause Jason to wince when he sat down for at least the next couple of days, and Jason buttocks clenching and unclenching revealing his hairless little anus. With his hands under Jason's arms he picked the wailing boy up and stood him up again.
"That is what you can expect for deliberate disobedience or naughtiness of that nature, though I warn you now boy, it will be at least six of the best not three. Now put your school shorts back on and stand in front of my desk lad"
Jason still sobbing resigned himself to his fate and did as he was told, wincing when the white lining of his shorts came in contact with his very sore bottom.
Mr. Bishop walked over to his desk and picked up the three feet junior cane with a crook handle and swished it through the air
"Now bend over the desk and grab onto the other end boy, if you stand or touch your bottom, that stroke will not count. I am going to give you three more strokes and that will be the end of your first lesson for today."
Although Jason was still sobbing he was quite relieved to find out that his ordeal was almost over, only three more he thought to himself as he bent over the desk and reached for the far end. When he was in position he found that his feet were barely touching the ground and he had to stand on tiptoe.
Mr. Bishop grabbed hold of the waist of Jason's shorts and tugged them up as high as they would go, then standing to Jason left raised the cane and brought it thundering down on the seat of Jason shorts, low down where he would feel it the most when next he sat.
SWISH ... CRACK!
Again Jason hardly felt anything to begin with and then 3 or 4 seconds later the pain struck and he had to fight himself not to leap off the desk and clutch his bottom. Mr. Bishop admired his own technique as he saw the indentation of the cane clearly outlined on the seat of the boys' shorts. Jason was crying continuously now, just like a very little boy who has hurt himself somehow and doesn't stop crying. Mr. Bishop took no notice and brought the cane thudding down again just above the hem of Jason shorts.
SWISH ... CRACK!
WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Wailed Jason as another lance of burning pain exploded low down on his bottom.
SWISH ... CRACK!
Jason was still wailing from the previous stroke as this one landed on the back of his bare legs. His breath caught and suddenly he was wailing again. Mr Bishop watched as the weal from the third stroke first appeared white then turned an angry crimson red and raised itself. He put the cane away.
"You may stand now Jason, I'm glad you didn't get up before being told or I would have had to give you another stroke."
Jason got up and let his hands drop to the side of his legs without rubbing, his whole body was trembling from his wracking sobs and he looked pleadingly at his new tutor. Mr Bishop smiled and gave him permission to rub away. Jason hands immediately went to his bottom and gingerly began to try to rub the pain away dancing from foot to foot, then all of a sudden he walked over to his tutor and put his arms around him and continued sobbing.
"There, there. I know that was your first caning, you'll get used to it and I wont be punishing you like this again."
His hand went down to the boys' head and he gently stroked Jason's hair until he stopped crying.
"Your actual school lessons will start in two days time Jason, you can go now and don't be late for school."
Jason shook his tutors hand and told himself that there was no way he was going to be late after this.
He left his improvised schoolroom still rubbing his bottom
(To be continued...)
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