So there they were standing before me looking very sheepish and crestfallen. They were four second year sixth formers who were due to leave school at the end of the term in just a few weeks time and now I was going to have to suspend them. I had known them and taught them for over five years and I liked them very much indeed. Two of them were identical twins and even now after five years I found it very difficult to tell them apart. They were two handsome fair-haired lads and nearly six feet tall. The other two lads were shorter but also very good looking in the full bloom of youth.
They had completed their A levels and they had gone to town and got themselves drunk. Well, mine was an independent day school so in one sense what they did in the evenings was the concern of their parents and not my business but the fools had broken into the school and vandalised a classroom. It was not too difficult to solve this crime of the century because the idiots, in their drunken state, had scrawled their names on the blackboard: David wuz here! Jim wuz here! And the Twins wuz here!!
My deputy donned his Sherlock Holmes disguise and worked out that the culprits were David Brown, James Mortlock and the twins Andrew and Donald Culpepper (AC DC for short!) I was very annoyed. They had let themselves down very badly.
"So" I said, " I have very little choice in the matter. Ever since this foolish government banned the use of corporal punishment in all schools I have no choice but to suspend you officially from the school and I shall be writing to your parents with this information."
The four boys went very pale indeed. David and the twins were off to different universities in the autumn. It was the first time in their lives that the twins would be separated and they were looking forward to it with both excitement and fear of being on their own for the first time. James was not so clever and he was headed for his fathers business. Mr Mortlock owned a small chain of carpet shops and spoilt his son badly. I would not be surprised if James had been the brains behind the idea of returning to school to do the damage that had been inflicted.
"It is a shame," I thought aloud, "because before this silly law was passed I would have caned you and that would have been the end of the matter but now I have to up the stakes, as it were, and this could have very damaging consequences on your futures."
The twins and James looked very dejected as this sank in but Davids eyes suddenly lit up with a glimmer of hope. "Sir," he said, "supposing we agreed to be caned. I have always wondered what an old fashioned caning would be like. Could we have that instead of our parents being told and our being suspended?" The twins looked up at this proposal but James did not seem at all happy about this proposed alternative.
"Hmm," I said. I paused for a few minutes and then, after some consideration, I continued, "all four of you would have to agree."
I looked at the twins and they looked at each other and slowly nodded in agreement. I then turned to James, "and how about you?" I asked. He had gone very pale and he was obviously afraid of the prospect of physical pain being inflicted on him.
"No, Sir," he replied defiantly.
"Well, that is that, then. I obviously cannot cane three boys and suspend just the one. It will have to be suspension for all of you."
"Sir," David butted in rather hurriedly, " Please - would you give us a minute or two to discuss this outside in the corridor, please, sir, it is very important to us."
"Very well," I said. "Come back in when you are ready."
I could not hear what was going on outside my room but I could certainly guess! The three lads to whom it mattered most would be bringing extreme pressure to bear upon the fourth member of the group and it would not even surprise me if they threatened to "do him over" – to use their parlance! Some five or ten minutes later there was a tap on my door and the boys asked to be let back in.
"James has changed his mind," said David.
"Is that true?" I asked James.
"Yes, sir," muttered a not too happy young man.
"Well, then," I went on, "this had better not take place on the school premises. You will come to my house tonight at 7 oclock and you will bring your p. e. shorts with you. You will get three strokes of the cane over your shorts and then another three over your bare bottom. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir," they said in chorus.
I did not live far from the school and they all knew where my house was situated. At seven oclock on the dot they rang my doorbell and I let the four of them into my lounge. I ordered them to take off all their clothing, stack them neatly on my sofa and to put on just their white shorts. When they had completed this I lined them up against the wall facing me. Four gorgeous young men all looking rather nervous at the thought of what was going to happen next. I ordered David to step forward and to bend over my table with his arms outstretched in front of him. His bottom was beautifully positioned in front of me and I just patted him nicely on his white shorts and stepped back to reach for my cane. The other three had their eyes glued to the scene. I let the cane rest nicely on Davids buttocks and then swung it back and Whack! the first stroke landed neatly right across the centre of his bottom. He did not flinch. Whack! The second stroke arrived and still David did not budge. Whack! the third stroke completed the first half of his punishment.
" Stand up and take your shorts off and join the line at the bottom." David did exactly as he was told and he was now standing totally naked at the end of the line. I beckoned to one of the twins and told him to bend over the table. He too did as he was told and was soon in position. I felt his bottom with my left hand and moved it gently into the exact position I wanted. I took aim and delivered the first whack. There was a slight movement of the buttocks as the pain was felt but the odd thing was that out of the corner of my eye I saw that the other twin winced as his brother was being punished. I have always been fascinated by identical twins and I am sure that the second twin "felt" the pain that had been delivered to his brother. Whack! The cane came down again and this time the bottom definitely moved as it felt the pain and again the second twin almost screwed up his face in agony as he sympathised with his brother. Whack! The third stroke in the series was delivered and the twins changed places. The scene repeated itself as the one receiving the caning hardly moved during the punishment whereas the one who had been punished rubbed his bottom and grimaced in sympathy.
Finally it was the turn of James and although he was quite ashen by this time I must do him credit. He bent over and positioned himself exactly as I wanted. Whack! The cane fell. "Ouch!" he cried but did not move. Whack! The second stroke arrived and was followed by an even louder "Oh!" and a waggle of his bottom. The third stroke landed nicely on his bottom and he shot up and rubbed it, trying to get rid of the pain. He too removed his shorts and there they were : four naked young men waiting for the second half of their punishment. I could see that David had begun to harden and he was trying to cover up the fact with one of his hands. "Hands on your head," I ordered rather cruelly and they all stood there with their hands on their head. David was going quite hard, the twins had no problems in that direction whilst poor James was still wriggling his bottom as best he could.
"This time you will count the strokes and at the end of your final three you will say Thank You, sir." And David was ordered over the table once again. This time he had to be careful to position his now fully erect penis so that he did not hurt himself. He had evidently been sunbathing in the nude because his full round bottom was as brown as the rest of him and once he had bent over I run my hand over the two halves of his buttocks and then raised my cane once more.
Whack! "One, sir". Whack! "Two, sir." Whack! "Three, sir." And he started to get up. "You forgot to say thank you – get back down." Whack! "Four, sir, Thank you, sir!" The twins took their turn. Their bottoms were beautifully white and the six strokes they eventually suffered left six lovely red marks across their buttocks. James was the last to go and although he squirmed and wriggled he took his remaining three strokes and could not say thank you quickly enough, having learned from Davids mistake.
"Well now," I said " although six was the most I have given a pupil in the past I was allowed to give up to eight strokes. Would anyone like another two? You James?" James shook his head vigorously. "You, lads" I said looking at the twins but they shook their heads also. "You David?"
"Yes, sir. I would like to experience the full amount." And to my astonishment he took up his position again and I gave him another two strokes. In fact, this made nine strokes he had received in all and he stood up and thanked me once again. The boys got dressed and away they went. For the rest of the term they were as good as gold.
There is a little more to this tale because a few weeks after the term was over there was a ring at my door and who should appear - but David. I invited him in and asked him if he would like a cup of coffee. We settled down in my lounge and I asked him what he wanted.
"I dont know how to say this, sir," he said, "but you remember the caning you gave us?" How could I forget? "Well, I actually enjoyed it and I have not stopped thinking about it. Could you give me another one, please Sir?"
I looked at him and I could see he was serious. "That is no problem," I said with a laugh. "Tell me first what did you say to James that made him change his mind."
"Oh nothing much – we just told him we would smash his head in if he did not agree to the punishment!" grinned David. "You see, even before the caning I had had these fantasies about being caned and here was my chance to do it for real. Besides, I did not want to be suspended."
In the event, David came to my house for a regular caning and spanking for a long time after that. Even stranger, on the anniversary of the original caning David persuaded the other three to come back and have it all over again – even James who no longer went pale at the thought. In fact, they turned up on the anniversary of their first caning for several years – it was a sort of reunion!
And, now, dear reader, I have a confession to make. I know you will keep it a secret but I must tell someone. Of course I was never going to suspend those four boys. There was no way that I was going to blight their future prospects over one evenings foolishness. I liked them all too much. I would have found a way round it. However, I had not had the pleasure of caning anyone for a long time and here were four gorgeous bottoms being served up on plate, as it were. I knew that if I offered them a choice of a caning or suspension they would eventually opt for the former. It was touch and go with young James but I guessed that peer pressure of one sort or another would win the day – and I did enjoy it all!