Boys Home in Uk 1.


by David Frean

I have written about my first job as a housefather in a boys home on several groups and have been encouraged to write more. Being fact rather than fiction I should say that it does not have the power of some of the fantasy writing but it may interest readers.

The home was a huge Victorian building in two wings joined at one end with a large hall and the other the dormitories. In one wing were there girls and the other boys. The institution was large with class rooms and such like and the result was little contact between the _s_e_x_es except at Christmas or perhaps a sports day.

I worked in the boys home and it was my first job after leaving an English public school. The rest of the staff were mainly in their 50s and ex-army however my immediate experience of discipline served me well as I thought nothing of spankings and other humiliations of punishments. There was certainly no love lost between staff and boys although I never saw any abuse or ill treatment. It was strict but well run.

The home was separated into age groups. The teenies 5-9, the Trojans 10-15 and the Alphas 16-18. Each set of boys had their own dormitories, bath rooms, toilets and play rooms and were of course segregated for lessons. I understand that home had been built for the orphans of Railway workers and was run on much the same lines as it had been from the 1920s. At the time I worked there it was much rougher lads who could not be fostered or boys who had problems with their behaviour. One of the things that marked it out for me as being different from my school experience was that modesty of the boys was a key aim. So the dormitories all were screened around each bed, boys had to wear dressing gowns in the corridors and each bath was screened. This made some of the punishments much worse as boys were never seen naked for example.

I worked mainly with the Trojans group although I did work with Alphas but that is another story. As I say the regime was strict and was rigidly applied. Any boy who stepped out of line was either told off or, if the deed warranted it, spanked. This was always done on the bare bum and in front of anyone who happened to be around be they other boys, staff or even male visitors. Their public display of bare bottom and genitals was always commented on and they were generally made fun of and told how stupid they were. The spankings were not brutal but they hurt and they made the point. The boys were never allowed to pull up their pants directly after a spanking; they were always given a good telling off, sometimes put in the corner but always left on full display. Some boys gained an erection or semi erection of course and this was another source of ridicule. I have even seen a boy with a complete erection being forced to find another member of staff to apologise, his penis wildly swinging from side to side, his bottom bright red as he walked from playroom to playroom asking if they had seen Mr so and so. Of course the staff could not hear so he would have to come right into each playroom to ask them. In the end 30 or more boys would have seen his erect penis. It was deeply shameful for the boy to be _s_e_x_ually aroused where it was not warranted and then to have to display it to everyone.

Humiliation was always an effective means of punishment and I could tell many many stories of how it was applied. One of the greatest humiliations was for an older boy to spend the weekend with the teenies. The lad would come back very quiet and well behaved. The humiliations were considerable for a boy of say 13 or 14 and just on the cusp of puberty. Firstly he would be put in his PE kit shorts rather than his trousers so his bare legs were on show. Next he would be treated exactly like a naughty 5 year old. The teenies were staffed by men but also an old woman, Mrs Kenton who certainly knew how to bring a boy down a peg or three! I remember a particularly rough lad with crew-cut hair and a huge amount of attitude who was sent down to the teenies. He was firstly stripped of his trousers and underpants in front of everyone and his shorts were obtained from his cubical. This took some time and he stood in the middle of the teenies playroom, naked from the waist down with all the younger boys giggling at him and his cheeks burning bright red. He was well endowed boy with a long pointed penis but only had a few straggling brown pubic hairs. Finally his shorts were found and he was literally dressed by one of the male members of staff as he mocked him for being treated like a little boy.

He was then taken outside with several of the younger boys to play in the garden. This was so that everyone else including his peers could see him being treated like a naughty little boy. I dont recall what happened, perhaps he cheeked one of the younger boys, but the next thing I knew he was standing in front of Mrs Kenton who was sitting on a bench and without ceremony pulled down his shorts (he had no underpants on) and pushed in over her knee and then proceeded to spank him. All the other boys thought this was very funny, Mrs Kenton spanking a 13 year old and his reddening bum and dangling penis in full view of everyone! By the time she had finished the tough lad was sobbing loudly and was then forced to go, still half naked and apologise to the two boys who were about 6 years old. It was certainly amusing to see this previously tough 13 year old lad standing completely exposed in front of Mrs Kenton trying to dry his tears.

One of the greatest humiliations of an older lad spending time with the teenies was the toilets. They were in a line, of much smaller size than usual and with just shoulder height metal partitions and no door. This was a huge ordeal for an older boy who would have to squat in front of the younger boys (who were of course used to it) and a house father who would do nothing to spare the boys blushes but position himself in front of the boy and lounge against the sinks as the lad completed his buisness. A lad who thought he was a man would soon be reduced to a humble little boy after a trip to the toilets.

I will stop there and write another instalment soon.


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