At 7am one Wednesday morning Rodney Welch stood looking in the bathroom mirror at himself. He was sixteen years old and reasonably muscled in the right places, at least he thought so. His _c_o_c_k_ when fully hard was just under seven inches, more than his mate Terry, whose _c_o_c_k_ stretched to just six inches, so Rodney was pretty pleased with his physical appearance. To top his looks he was pretty bright in class as well, not in the top two, but in the top five, so lessons were a breeze as well as that, he loved swimming, tennis in summer, and rugby in winter.................
However last night he had brought his sealed and addressed to his father, midterm report card home for his father's perusal and signature, then was horrified to note, when looking at it over his father's shoulder, that he had got two, 'Could try harder,' comments alongside history and English. His father who was constantly telling him that he must do the best he could at all times, was not amused.
Mr Welch looked at Rodney, "How many times have I told you if you want to get ahead, then you have got to work. It seems as though I am talking to a brick wall. Before you go out playing sports or hanging out with your friends, you are to finish all homework. If I think you are slacking you will be grounded and if that does not work I might have to resort to more physical means of making you take note. Am I understood?"
"Yes Dad," looking at the floor.
"Look at me when I am talking to you."
"Yes Dad," Rodney had said, looking at his father. He was feeling a bit peeved actually because his father had not said anything about the A's he had got for math and science and geography. His father had not raised his hand to him since he was twelve and Rodney thought that hidings at home were long in the past. He had had the cane at school a few times in the third and fourth forms, but not since he had been in the fifth form.............
Rodney stripped off his underpants and climbed into the shower. After towelling off he put on a clean singlet and a new pair of Hanes briefs. He found that he preferred briefs to boxers. Wandering down the passage from the bathroom to his bedroom, he then got into his school uniform of grey open neck shirt a jersey with a blue neck band and grey shorts. Rodney was the middle, of three brothers.
Their father was a successful accountant having his own office. He employed several junior accountants as associates, but was hoping that one of his younger sons would join him in the business.
David, was nearly nineteen and had done very well at school and now was doing his second year at uni. His future was all planned for him by his father and he was going to be a lawyer. Rodney didn't want to be an accountant in his father's office, like his father wanted. Rodney thought that he would like to do something in the arts area or be a doctor, he really couldn't make up his mind. His younger brother, Keith, said he wanted to be a pilot flying for an airline.
Keith was in the third form and was doing excellently in all his subjects as well as sports, so their father thought that Rodney should apply himself more as he was surrounded by brilliance on both sides.
In fact Mr Welch was starting to think that Rodney was a bit lazy, a dreamer, like his late wife. Mrs Welch had been killed in a freak accident a year earlier when a large construction beam had fallen from a crane on a construction site that she was walking past. It had crashed through the protective overhang the construction company had erected over the foot path. Mrs Welch had been the only person walking along that section at the time of the accident, but several other people were injured by falling debris. After her death Mr Welch employed a live in maid that cooked the meals, cleaned the house and did the laundry. She was a client's daughter that had been married, now separated.
Katrina was a twenty-four year old blond, rather plump and as well as looking after the Welch household helped an old spinster lady, Eualah Jenkins, across the road with her chores. Rodney lusted after Katrina and his wanking fantasies had him making violent love to her one afternoon before his father and brothers got home.
Rodney wandered down to the dinning room and found Keith and David already there having their breakfasts, their father could be heard moving about upstairs still. Rodney helped himself to some corn flakes and fruit, pouring a liberal amount of milk over them, started to eat.
"Hey Keith, what have you got on this afternoon?"
"Why?"
"Oh I was just wondering."
"Well after school I'm going to Air Cadets until five and then Dad said to meet him and he will buy me some gear for weekend camps. What do you want to know for?"
"Just checking little brother, just checking."
Their father had overheard the later part of the conversation as he had entered the dinning room. "Don't forget that before you play, you must finish all your homework, Rodney."
Rodney could feel himself going red, "Yes Dad." He finished his breakfast and took his dirty dishes out to the kitchen and returned to the dinning room. "I'm off to school now, bye everyone." As he was gathering his bag and coat from the bottom of the stairs where he had left them he heard his father telling David and Keith, that his midterm report had not been wonderful. Rodney burned with shame and left the house banging the door behind him. He went to the garage and got his bike out, feeling tempted to kick over Keith and David's bikes, but then stopped as he thought that they had not jeered about him when their father had made the remarks about his report.
Wheeling the bike out of the garage he climbed on and set off to school. He was at school by eight o'clock plenty of time to do an experiment in the lab with his lab partner, William Russell. William was always called William, never Bill.
They got to the lab just about together, the Science teacher had given them permission to do some of the textbook experiments as long as they kept strictly to the formulae listed in the book and cleaned equipment as well. The first twenty minutes past without a problem as they cleaned test tubes and bottles and wiped down the working surfaces. After all the cleaning was finished they got out the gear needed for their experiment and started. Bill misread the amount of sulphur that was to be added to the mix and when Rodney added it to the flask and lit the bunsen burner under it the room quickly filled up with the most vile smell.
Turning off the bunsen burner and just about to pour the mixture down the sink, while yelling at William to open the _d_a_m_n_ windows and be quick about it, the door flew open and the Headmaster came in. He had smelt the stink from the corridor as he was passing on his way to his office.
Russell, Welch, what is going on here?" he thundered already just about puce in the face.
"Sir, we were doing a textbook experiment and it went wrong," said William.
"Where is Mr Willis?"
"Here Headmaster."
"No doubt there is an explanation for this mess, clean it up and then I will see you both in my office in fifteen minutes. Mr Willis come with me." The Head swept from the lab leaving the two boys with downcast faces and worrying what was going to happen to them.
Mr Willis looked at them and then followed the Headmaster from the room. After cleaning up the lab they left the windows open and hoped that the smell would clear before the first science class of the day. They trailed down the corridor to the Headmaster's office and knocked on the door. The Head's secretary poked her head out from the office next door and told them to come into her room and wait there. She explained that the Headmaster had been interrupted while talking to Mr Willis and was dealing with an other problem.
Through the office wall they could hear the murmur of voices. Rodney and William sat there for about five minutes the time seemed to be flying, but every time Rodney looked at the big clock on the wall it had moved forward only two minutes or so. Then they heard the unmistakable of a cane striking a tightened shorts covered seat. Even through the wall the sound has a distinct crack though you couldn't hear the swish before the cane met its target. The cane cracked six times and then the voices started to murmur again.
A door closed quietly and a short time later the intercom box on the secretary's desk squawked, "Send in Russell and Welch now, Miss Simkins."
William stood up, his face pale. Rodney followed him to the connecting door, William tapped at the door and the Headmaster told them to enter.
Going through the door the looked at the Headmaster seated behind his desk. Laying on top of the desk was presumably the cane that had just been whacking into some ones backside. It was longer and thicker than the one which had been applied to Rodney's bum in the third and fourth form. Rodney didn't know if William had been caned as the two had only started working together in Science at the beginning of the year. At their school is was fairly rare for fifth, sixth, or seventh formers to be caned. The two boys gazed and didn't say a thing. The Head gestured for them to stand in front of his desk.
"Well boys I have spoken with Mr Willis and heard from him that you both are usually very trustworthy and that he often leaves you unsupervised to clean up the gear in the lab and even allows you to do some experimenting." This last was said with raised brows, he went on, "now give me your side of exactly what happened. However before you start, let me warn you that my degree is in the Sciences so I will know if you are trying to pull a fast one. You start Russell."
"Well Sir,.............. we were doing the experiment on page 129 of the Phitszener and Heading Text, when suddenly when we applied some heat the room filled with white smoke which had a fearfully bad smell.........Sir."
"What do you think caused that, perhaps you can tell me Welch?"
"Sir, I was adding the chemicals to the beaker slowly, stirring them at the same time as the text said, then when we added gentle heat, the bunsen burner was turned right down, it just happened."
"Who made up the formulae to be mixed?"
"Me Sir," said William.
"I see," reaching behind him to the bookshelf, he pulled out the textbook and turned it to page 129. "Can you list the formulae Russell?"
William starting off slowly, listed all the formulae pausing, looking at the Headmaster.
"You are not quite correct Russell. You are both very lucky that you reacted quickly when you did realise that it went wrong." Handing the textbook to William the Head said, "Do you see where you went wrong?"
William's face coloured bright pink as he looked at the page.
"Well Russell."
"Sir, I doubled the quantity of sulphur."
The Headmaster took the book back. "I think that you have both learned something today, do you know what?"
To double check before adding anything together, Sir," said Rodney.
"Correct. Welch even though you were doing the mixing, you should have checked to make sure that you were mixing the correct quantities."
Rodney clenched his buttocks together thinking, 'I'm going to get caned.'
The Headmaster went on, "However on this occasion I believe that there was a genuine accident therefore I won't punish you. Next time, and I hope that there will not be a next time, you will be punished and let me remind you, punished severely."
"Thank you Sir," they just about said it together.
"Very well, you may go."
The last period of the morning was English. Rodney was doodling on his exercise book cover when asked a question by Mr. Feltham, who was the Head of English at the school.
"Welch, can you tell me what the difference is between a verb and an adjective?"
Rodney's mind had been away dreaming about maybe making out with Katrina, his _c_o_c_k_ at full mast. He stumbled, "A verb is used for ......"
"Good heavens Welch, you know better than to stay seated when replying to me. On your feet."
Rodney got to his feet the front of his shorts tented out. He felt as though everyone in the room was looking at him, in reality all his class mates were facing the front, hoping that the bad tempered master would not pick on them.
He started again, "Sir a verb is used for.........."
"That is enough Welch, it is obvious that you were not paying attention. I will see you in my office prior to lunch. Sit down and pay attention for the rest of the lesson."
Rodney sat and tried to pay attention for the rest of the lesson. When the bell rang for lunch, he gathered up his books and went to his locker, then went down the corridor to the Head of English's office. Pausing for a moment, he knocked and then when instructed went into the office.
"Ah Welch, glad to see you can follow some instruction," said rather sarcastically. "It is no wonder that I write, 'Could do better', on your report. You were sitting there in my class daydreaming, instead of paying attention."
Rodney just stood there alongside the desk saying nothing as he had no excuse. At least his _c_o_c_k_ was now laying dormant in his pants.
Mr. Feltham carried on talking and his voice became a background drone. Rodney nodding his head from time to time. Rodney started thinking about Katrina again. He could feel his _c_o_c_k_ starting to stir in his pants. Suddenly.
"What did I just say Welch?"
"Sir," said Rodney coming to his senses a little to late.
"You are away in dreamland again Welch. Well, I know how to wake you up, you will report back here at the end of school today, now get out."
He left Feltham's office not really thinking of the consequences of his day dream and joined his friends at lunch.
"What did old Feltham want," asked Bob Robb," known to his friends as Rob Bob.
"He just jawed on as usual, although today was a bit different I've got to go back and see him at the end of school."
"Aw Rodney's going to get his arse smacked," said Charles Nutting.
"Do you think so?"
"Why else go back after school."
"I thought that he would set one of his monster essays of several thousand words then criticize it in front of the class as he usually does, the sarcastic sod."
They went on with lunch and then mooched about the school grounds until the bell went for afternoon school. The second period of the afternoon was history. Rodney was not daydreaming, but quietly reading his notes of the previous day, hoping that he would not be called upon to name or explain why something had happened in the dim dark ages.
"Welch, what was the war of the Roses about?"
"Rodney stumbled to his feet, "Sir, it was about Norman the Conqueror."
"Wrong Welch, its obvious that you are not paying attention come to the front of the class and bend over." Rodney went to the front of the class. Mr Blumstone got a cane from a cupboard by the blackboard and motioned Rodney to stand and then bend over at the side of his desk with his backside facing the class.
"Touch your toes Welch. Rodney stretched down to his toes feeling his shorts tighten across his behind. "You are no longer a junior boy so the usual two or three will not be enough."
There was a whistle and then a crack as the cane connected with the target. To the watching class the cane seemed to be buried into the material that was stretched across the bending boy displayed in front of them.
To Rodney the line of fire across his bum was horrendous. The second stroke was delivered slightly lower. As the cane was lifted away the watching class could see the line on the shorts where it had just landed.
The third stroke landed lower still reaching the soft part where you sit down. Rodney winced. The fourth whistled in with an even louder crack, landing right on the crease where thigh meets buttocks. Rodney waited for the next stroke to arrive. He was very close to tears.
From a distance he heard Mr Blumstone, "Get back to your desk Welch, and pay attention from now on."
With his face burning, Rodney made his way back to his desk, wondering what his classmates were thinking. He was the first boy in the fifth form as far as he knew to be caned this year, and it was already halfway through the year. He sat down very carefully and paid attention to what was being said. He was able to answer the teacher correctly the next time he was asked a question.
At the end of the lesson he gathered his books and left the room to go to the final period of the day which was maths. He enjoyed maths and science and had no problems with either subject. The lesson ended all to quickly and after the bell rang he went to his locker to put away his books and then made his way once more to Mr. Feltham's office. His backside was now a warm glow, but Rodney could still feel the last two strokes when he walked in his tight shorts. He knocked at the door, preparing himself for another long sarcastic lecture followed by the setting of a long essay that would take several days to finish.
After hearing the words, "Come," Rodney opened the door and went in. Mr. feltham was sitting behind his desk as usual, but on the desk was a cane.
Seeing Rodney looking at the cane the Mr. Feltham said, "Welch I told you at lunch time I was going to make you wake your ideas up. I want you to come and bend over here touching your toes. You are going to get six of the best. Once Rodney was in the position he required, "You are to keep still, and do not try to cover your backside with your hands. If you do we start over."
Rodney mumbled, "Yes Sir." He felt the cane tapping against his already sore bum. He was wondering if he could stay quiet for six, specially after he had already got four real corkers. He could feel his tightened shorts pushing against the existing weals, when a loud swish followed by a louder crack announced the arrival of the first stroke.
Rodney jerked. It felt as though it landed right on top of one of Mr Blumstone's strokes. His flannel shorts were certainly no protection for this. The second stroke landed. Rodney winced. The third landed. He realised that Mr Feltham was not hitting him accurately as Mr Blumstone had. The strokes were all over the place. The fourth and the fifth landed in quick succession. There was a pause and then the sixth landed. Again Rodney winced. It was across the top of his thighs, still covered by shorts, but not his underpants.
"Get up Welch, I hope you have learned to stay awake in my class and pay attention."
Rodney gazed at the teacher. "Sir." He could feel tears forming at the back of his eyes and he wanted to get out of the office before the sarcastic and now sadistic sod could see him cry.
"Very well Welch, your punishment is not over. You will complete a two thousand word essay on the correct use of grammar and have it to me next Monday."
"Yes Sir."
"You may go."
Rodney left the office, taking each step slowly the muscles in his bum complaining. He made his way to the toilets and washed his face with cold water, glad that he had not broken down and cried in front of 'that bastard'. He went and collected his bag from his locker and loaded the books he needed for homework into it and went out to his bike. Wondering why both teachers had caned him today, when usually they just set some sort of imposition, he wheeled his bike to the gate.
What Rodney did not know, was that his father had telephoned both teachers and told them that if Rodney did not get dramatically better in the subjects that they taught he would not be making his usual large donation to the school and that he would tell the board of governors why. He further suggested that a sharp shock of a corporal type would help the cause.
Riding home was no joke, his buttocks let him know with lancing pain each time he pushed down on the pedals. He decided to walk. He got home half an hour later than usual, let himself in with his key, and went up to his room and flung himself facedown on his bed. After laying on the bed for 10 minutes, he got up and throwing off his clothes and leaving them in a heap on the floor he made his way to the bathroom to have a cool shower.
He was just about at the bathroom door when he heard Katrina's voice behind him.
"What on earth did you do to get caned like that?"
"I.....I thought you were across the road helping Miss Jenkins, otherwise I would be wearing my dressing gown."
"That's alright, go and have your shower and then come and talk to me."
Rodney had a quick shower and as he was drying off looked over his shoulder at the stripes on his bum. The bathroom mirror was misty, but he could still see the mass of weals and welts criss-crossed on both buttocks. The stroke that had landed across the top of his thighs looked particularly painful. He left the bathroom with a towel around his waist and went back to his room. Katrina was there putting away his uniform shorts and jersey, gathering up his dirty underclothes and shirt, she pointed to the bed.
"Lay face down I'll be back in a minute." She left the room closing the door gently behind her. When she returned she had a jar in her hand. "This is cold cream it will take away some of the heat and bruising. I'll rub it on very gently. I know it's hurting so I'll be gentle. I've done this before when my younger brothers got into trouble at school."
Rodney couldn't believe how gentle she was. Her fingers were caressing his bottom rubbing gently along where the strokes had fallen. He could feel his _c_o_c_k_ suddenly wake up as he realised that he was nude and a pretty girl was rubbing his bum.
He turned his head looking at her.
"Now what did you do to get caned like that?" she asked.
"Well I was thinking about......and next thing the teacher was yelling at me for not paying attention."
"Is that all, by the damage done to your bum, I thought that you had burned down the school or something equally horrendous. There, how does that feel now?" giving his upturned bum a gentle smack. Rodney turned and grabbed her hand. Katrina looking down at him saw his _c_o_c_k_ straining upwards towards his stomach.............
"You've seen mine, now it's my turn to see you." Katrina didn't pull away. She leaned down and kissed him on the lips.
At that moment Mr Welch's car was heard stopping outside the garage.............