Robert and Roger made their way from the shower into the locker room. Robert was a little embarrased by what he thought was Roger's action under the shower, however he had to admit to himself that he had enjoyed touching that hot looking and at the moment hot feeling arse with the raised welts across it.
Meanwhile Lawrence Sloan went back to his office. His own _c_o_c_k_ tenting out the front of his track pants as he settled into his chair. 'Those two would be worth watching further,' he thought, 'maybe they like getting whacked and if that was the case he was the guy to give them that.'
After getting into their uniforms, the two boys left the gym complex and made for their bikes and rode towards their homes. Robert was surprised to find that Roger lived only a few streets away and before parting they agreed to meet the following morning to ride to school together.
Robert got home just before his mother, changed out of the hated uniform shorts and jersey and had started his homework before she came in. His Dad had been to see them the previous weekend and had told Robert that he could move over to the apartment in another two weeks so life was on the up and up. He finished his homework and started thinking about the events of the day. His _c_o_c_k_ stiffened inside his jeans. _d_a_m_n_, he looked at his watch and decided that he had enough time for a wank before dinner. Undoing his jeans he pushed them down to his knees and started rubbing his _c_o_c_k_ through his briefs. He heard the phone ringing and his mother's voice as she answered it. Just as he was pulling his tool from its warm nest, with some difficulty because of its excited state, there was a tap on the door.
Quickly pulling up his jeans, he'd just managed to get them zipped when his mother came into the room.
"Robert, that was Mr Sloan, your gym teacher. He tells me that you don't have a supporter for sports and that you were wearing underpants."
"Yes mum."
"There is enough time so pop down to the village and get a couple from Macey's. I will give you a blank cheque. You fill the amount and give me the slip when you get home so that I can fill in the butt." She left the room. Robert stood hoping that she hadn't noticed the state of his arousal, and did up his belt.
His mother came back to his room with a cheque in her hand and gave it to him. He folded it carefully and put it in his wallet. He went and got his bike out and rode to the village and went into Macey's.
The same young assistant served him. Robert felt quite embarrased as the assitant asked him, "What size?"
Robert told him his waist size and hoped that was correct. The assistant came back with the two supporters in his hand and telling Robert the cost, parceled them up. Robert wrote the amount on the cheque that his mother had given him and took the parcel with curt thanks. As he approached his mother's house he saw a police car in the driveway and wondered what was up. He went inside. There were two policemen, one a sergent standing in the lounge. His mother was sitting on the couch with a stunned look on her face. Seeing him his mother stood up and came to him.
"Robert, something terrible has happened. Come and sit on the couch with me." Taking him by the hand she led him over to the couch and when he had sat down. "Your father has had an accident in his car and been killed."
Robert just sat there looking at his mother. "No." He looked at the police sergent who nodded.
"I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but it is true. It happened on the motorway just south of Auckland. A truck he was passing had an insecure load and it fell onto his car."
Robert looked at the police with horror on his face. All his dreams of being with his father crashing around him. Somehow he managed to look at his mother, When will we be able to see him?"
The sergent spoke, "That might be several days. There has to be a postmorten and then the Coroner will release the body. Looking at Robert's mother again he went on. "Is there anything more I can do? Can I contact anyone for you?"
"Thank you Sergent. You have been very good, but no. Just let us know when..... His remains can be collected. I will see Mr Melrose at Flinders Funeral Services, tomorrow and I will give him your card." She stood and ushered the police to the door. When she came back to the lounge she came over to Robert and briefly hugged him.
"Robert, I am going to collect Alison from her music lesson. Do you want to come with me.....?
"Ok Mum. By the way, here is the receipt for the supporters," he looked down at his hand in which the now crushed parcel was being tightly held, I'll just put this in my room."
Roger, his new friend, and some of his old friends from his old school had attended the funeral, plus all the family and his parents friends were there as well. Robert still didn't know why his parents had separated and it now looked like he never would. His father had managed to hold onto some of his money. There was enough for Robert and Alison's education plus he had left in trust to Robert the new apartment. After talking with his mother, Robert agreed that the apartment could be rented out and the money paid into his trust account so that he would not have to worry about increasing costs while he went to university.
Several days after the funeral Robert was back at school. In his next gym class he noticed that Roger still had the four bruises across his backside, they were now a black going yellow colour around the edges. After their showers he asked, "How long was your bum sore for after that caning you got?"
"Haven't you had the cane?"
"No, just a few hidings with a belt at home. In my last school you had to do something pretty drastic to get the cane. Only the Headmaster was allowed to cane, although most of the teachers were pretty strict."
"Do you want to see what its like?"
"How?" The thought of getting the cane was a little frightening, but also at the same time exciting. His _c_o_c_k_ was already straining to break free of his underpants. Quickly he pulled on his shorts.
"At the next gym class wear underpants and play about, then we will get whacked for it."
"He told you last time that you would get six next time you played the fool in gym."
"Whats six, why are you just talk? Are you suddenly scared? Scaredy cat."
"I'm not scared at all, just wondering what its going to be like, that's all."
"Hell it will hurt for a while then you get this fantastic feeling. I cant wait to jack off afterwards. Shall we do it next class?"
"What about your bum, its still got marks from last time."
"You've been looking then."
"I just noticed when you were under the shower."
"Well it doesn't hurt any more when I sit down in a hurry, but we'll do it next week. Ok?"
"Ok." By now they were at the bike shed and ready to ride home.
The following week as arranged they played the fool in gym and it wasn't long before Mr Sloan noticed them.
"Smith and Williams, I am warning you now to stop fooling about. You will hurt yourselves or someone else." The lesson went on for a few minutes with Mr Sloan watching the two boys. When they had behaved for five minutes he started concentrating on another boy who was having difficulty on the vaulting horse. It was not long before Roger and Robert were fooling about again. Suddenly there was a roar.
"I will see you two at the end of the lesson. Now stop fooling about or you will get detention as well as the cane."
At the end of the lesson there were three of them lined up by Mr Sloans office. The third boy, John Wall, had kept talking after being warned a couple of times. Mr Sloan came out of his office. He was carrying a belt and a cane.
"Wall, you are first. Bend over and touch your toes." As John bent over, Mr Sloan put the cane down on the ledge and moved over to stand just to the left and a little behind John. He raised the belt over his shoulder and as he transferred his weight forward brought the belt down in a motion as though he was swinging a softball bat. The belt landed with a sharp crack. Robert noticed that is landed across both buttocks. There was another crack as the second stroke landed and then Mr Sloan told Wall to get up and get out. Mr Sloan went back into his office and put the belt on his desk and then turned to Roger and Robert.
"You two will not get off so lightly." He picked up the cane flexing it. "Smith you're first, same drill as last time bend over with your head between William's knees. Remember you're getting six this time."
Roger bent over placing his head between Robert's knees. Before Robert could lean over there was another roar from Sloan.
"My God boy, you are wearing underpants again." The outline was clearly visible once he had bent over. "What about you Williams?"
"Yes Sir."
"Are you trying to be cheeky Williams?"
"No Sir, I am wearing underpants too."
With something like a snort of disgust Mr Sloan said, "You have exactly two minutes to be back here with supporters on. The clock starts now." Roger and Robert raced for their lockers dropped their shorts and underpants and put on their supporters and rushed back to stand at attention outside the office. It wasn't until they stood there that they realised that they weren't wearing shorts.
"You look like a dill, standing there in your singlet like that."
"So do you." That was all there was time for before Mr Sloan came out of his office again. He did a double take as he saw how they were dressed.
"For goodness sake, have you two no sense at all. Go put your shorts on. You know I can't cane you naked." They rushed back to their lockers and quickly pulled on their sports shorts and rushed back to the office. By now they were panting a little.
"Right Smith bend over." Robert stepped forward as Roger bent over, widening his knees so that Rogers head could fit between them. He leaned down pushing his weight on Roger's shoulders. Without any hesitation the first stroke fell. Ten seconds later the second fell. Robert felt Roger move a little and he pressed more heavily on his shoulders. Again he could see the cane land on its target and see it rapidly mould to the shape of the buttocks before straightening as it was lifted away.
There was a longer pause, and then the third stroke was delivered. To Robert it looked lower than the first two. Again Roger moved under him and then was still as the fourth stroke whistled down. This time as well as moving a little there was a muffled ouch from Roger. For the fifth stroke Mr Sloan took a step back and then stepped forward putting his weight and shoulder into the stroke.
Roger nearly pushed Robert off his feet as he struggled to straighten up.
"You have one more yet Smith," barked Mr Sloan as he moved back raising the cane for the delivery of the last stroke. This too was delivered with the loudest crack yet. It produced a yell from Roger.
"Right get up Smith."
Roger stood up grabbing handfuls of buttock, not rubbing but clutching hard. He had tears on his face.
Mr Sloan looked at him, his face impassive. "Williams it is your turn, bend over."
While Roger was being caned Robert had known soon his bottom would be feeling the bite of the cane, yet he had been a little turned on by the spectacle. Now he had to obey the command that until now he had only read about or had heard given to others. His knees felt weak and suddenly he felt sick. He barely heard Mr Sloan say, "Since this is your first caning from me, you will get four. Next time it will be six like your idiot friend. Come on Smith, come and do the same service for Williams as he did for you.
Roger still shedding some tears moved over his hands reluctantly leaving his tortued bum and pressing down on Roberts shoulders as he opened his knees a little so Robert could put his head between them.
Robert could smell the sweat from Roger's crotch and wondered if his had smelt the same. Then all thought was blotted out as the first line of fire raged across his tightened buttocks. He tried to keep still. Three more to go he thought to himself. He heard the swish of the second stroke and another line of fire errupted. Two more to go. The third landed on the crease of his bum and the fourth just above that. He dimly heard Mr Sloan telling him to get up and then he felt Roger move back and take his hands from his shoulders. As he straightened up the muscles in his buttocks screamed at him, keep still, but he had to stand straight and proud as though he hadn't been hurt. He'ed show that bastard Sloan he could take what he dished out.
"Right you pair of stupid little boys, I hope you have learnt this time not to play about in gym and to come in the proper gear. Off to the showers." Mr Sloan went back to his office while Roger and Robert limped away to the showers.
In the locker room they stripped off their shorts and supporters and raced for the now deserted showers..................