As a way of explanation, this story is purely of my imagination, not based on my or my friends lives as my Bryan stories were.
At a rise overlooking a large park, a car was parked under a tree using the shade the tree cast to keep at bay some of the heat of the day. In the car was a young man of 25 years, Patrick Brown, just out of university where he had graduated with honours as a Master of Arts. Prior going to university he had sat and passed his Certificate of Education. Tomorrow he would start at the local school as a student teacher for two weeks and then go to an other school for a probationary year before taking up a permanent position where ever he could find a job. He was going to take up a career that had been a burning ambition for many years.
The next day found him at the school. He met the Headmaster, Mr. Burnley and then the assistant head master, Mr. White, who then introduced him to the heads of the various departments of the school.
As soon as the introductions were over Mr. White said, "Look lets drop all the formality at the moment, I'm known around here as Bob. Do you answer to Pat or is it the full Patrick?"
"Pat is fine."
"Now as you will be spending quite a bit of time with me between your teaching spells, for instruction on the practical side of teaching as so far you have only done the theory. We'll start by organising a timetable for you, which I've prepared roughly, come along to my office."
As they walked along the corridor to Bob White's office Pat was thinking back to his own schooldays 8 years earlier.................................
..............In 1960 Pat was at a all boys school in a mid sized city with a population of 50,000. The discipline at school was pretty strict with canings being given for many trivial reasons. In his earlier years Pat had been a rebel and had been the recipient of many canings, but now in his last term at school he hadn't been caned for more than 18 months. Most of the time when caned he had been given two to four strokes and once got the much feared six of the best for getting caught at school with a 'Sun and Health' magazine which belonged to his older brother.
The previous Friday there had been a dance at a local hall for the Girl's College, St Annes and Pat and two of his friends had been caught smoking and having a beer in a car outside the hall. At that time it was a criminal offence to have beer outside a hall and the local police rather than prosecute them and ruin future career prospects had taken their names and addresses, then just reported them to their school.
At seventeen Pat and his friends, Phil and Tony thought that they were too old to be caned so reasoned that they would get off with a good dressing down. They had a laugh about it and as the police had confiscated the car keys and locked the car up for the night down at the Police yard, the three had to walk home as the last bus had long stopped running for the day.
When Pat got home his Father was still up and asked how he had enjoyed the dance.
"The dance was ok, but Phil, Tony and I got caught outside having a smoke and a beer."
Pat's father was not amused. "That was bloody stupid Pat, now you've got a record that will be with you for the rest of your life."
"No Dad, Sargent Nicol was on duty. He gave us a dressing down and then told us that as we had not been in trouble before he would report us to our headmaster on Monday."
"You are lucky, I've a good mind to give you a leathering. I'll think it over and let you know in the morning. Now get off to bed."
I'm sorry Dad. Goodnight," Pat went off to have a wash and to go to bed his _c_o_c_k_ already at half mast at the thought of maybe getting a hiding the next day.
As at school, Pat's parents had given him plenty of spankings and then as he had got older he had graduated to hidings usually with a belt over his underpants. He had not had a hiding at home though for at least two years, the last time being when he was 15 for getting into a fight with one of the boys next door, Tom, which had resulted in a broken nose for Tom. As he got into bed his _c_o_c_k_ let him know it was ready to play so he slowly jerked off carefully catching his sperm in a hand towel he kept for the purpose.
The following morning came and after breakfast Pat's father said, "Pat after I have finished here I am going to give you a good hiding. I want you to go to your room and get striped to your underpants. I'll be there in 5 minutes."
"Yes Dad." Pat went to his room and started to get undressed. He took off his shirt then his sneakers and socks. He was just undoing his belt when his father arrived.
"Hurry up son, lets get this over and then we'll start afresh."
Pat pushed his jeans down to his knees and bent over the end of the bed without being told.
"Drop your pants as well son. What you've done this time is away over the top, you were smoking which you know I don't approve of, as well as drinking. You could have ruined your whole future and besides I'm not going to give you an other hiding so this one will really count."
Pat started to tremble, it would be the first time bare and after all he was 17.
"Come on son the longer you keep me waiting the worse its going to be."
Pat slowly pushed his jockey briefs down to join his jeans and bent back over the bed. He seemed to be waiting and waiting, at last he heard the whistle of the belt as it sped towards his backside. Crack! Followed a millisecond later by a flash of fire. Christ that hurt thought Pat Crack and it went on until his Father was satisfied that he had been punished for his crimes. "Ok son that's it, you can get dressed now."
Pat's father left the room. Pat reckoned that about 30 whacks had landed across his bum he had lost count as the belt had continued to land on his bum and as he stood up he found his cheeks wet where he had been crying. At least he hadn't cried out. He looked in his wardrobe mirror and the cheeks of his bum were a uniform scarlet. He was wondering how his friends had got on.
That afternoon he met Phil at football (rugby), the school was playing a Grammar School across the city. As they were changing into their footy gear he said, "Hey Phil, How did you get on when you got home last night."
"Nothing, no one was awake when I got home so I went to bed and this morning no questions were asked so I didn't say. Why?
"Well I got one hell of a bloody hiding. My arse is still bloody sore."
Just then the sports master came into the room. "It'll be sorer if I hear more language like that Brown."
"Sorry Sir."
"Be careful, now out on the field boys and play well. It's time we beat those fellows from across town."
"Yes we'll do our best Sir."
They joined the team going out onto the field..........................
After the game in the showers, "Say Pat your bum is a lovely shade of red."
"Shut up Phil, I'll talk to you later."
"Pat you scored a couple of good tries."
"Yeah, that tackle you did to their big back was pretty good too. I felt the ground shake when he landed."
"Bull_s_h_i_t_, come on hurry up lets go get something to eat before it's all gone." They joined their team mates in the locker room drying off and getting back into their clothes before going to one of the class rooms where there was food and fruit juice laid out.
A couple of the Grammar boys came up to Pat and congratulated him on his tries. After eating the friends started to put on their coats before going out to their bikes to go home.
"What's on tonight Pat?"
"I was going to go to the Lido and see that French movie that's on."
"You going with anyone?"
"You if you want, otherwise by myself."
"Are you allowed, I mean after last night......"
"Yeah, once I've paid for my crime I start fresh, there's no banging on and on about it."
"Geeze you're lucky, my Mum and Dad keep going on and on and on."
"Perhapes if you were up front with them and told them stuff instead of them finding out later you wouldn't get nagged at."
"Say Pat do you tell your folks things even if you know you may get belted for it."
"I found out when I was about 9 years old it was better to own up rather than say nothing or tell a fib. I learned that from Peter my eldest brother. He said Dad would go easier if I was up front."
"I'll think about that. I'll ring you if I cant go otherwise see you outside the Lido about ten minutes to eight, ok?"
"Ok see you later."
Monday
School started with assembly. Pat, Tony and Phil being in the 7th Form were at the back of the hall. They were not prefects because of their rebellious behavior all the time while they were in the lower forms. Pat was wondering if their names would be called out at assembly as had happened in the past. He had a sudden thought, maybe they would be expelled. That would mean that he would not be able to sit the bursary exams and he and his family would have to find his uni fees. That would make his Dad mad again.
Assembly passed and the three had heard nothing. Perhapes Sargent Nicol had changed his mind. Then, in the first period after lunch one of the prefects came into the room and handed the teacher a note.
"Brown, Blackwood and Terry the Headmaster wants to see you, now."
The three got up and left the class and walked down the long corridor to 'the office'. Knocking on the door a voice called, "Come." Opening the door they entered and found the Headmaster behind his desk. The last time Pat had been here was to talk about what he was going to study at Uni and the Head had been quite jovial, however this time he looked very stern.
"Right you three drag up those chairs and for the moment we will talk like gentlemen, because at your age you are men, albeit a little young. I have heard from the local police station and before I decide what to do, I would like to hear your side of the story."
The three friends sat in the hard straight backed chairs and looked straight ahead.
Looking at Tony the Head said, "Do you want to start Terry, since it was your parents car?" Tony said nothing. "Well what about you Blackwood or you Brown? Nothing again. Well gentlemen I cant waste time like this, this is your last chance to get out of being expelled. Now do you want to say something? Well boys, sarcastically, I will contact your parents and we will see where we go from there. I will ring them at 4pm, you may wish to tell them that I will be calling and why."
Pat spoke, "Sir, my parents know why. I told them on Friday night when I got home."
"I see, do you others have anything to say now?"
Tony faltered then said, "My parents would be upset if I was expelled."
Phil added, "I told my parents last night."
"Do your parents know Terry?"
"No Sir."
"I take it then that the three of you are not denieing the charges brought against you?"
"No Sir," they said together
"My parents cant afford to send me to university, so I must sit bursary, Sir," said Pat.
"Do you think that you should get off scott free after letting the school's name be dragged through the police station and St Annes?
"No Sir."
"Very well then, I will think about that for a while.......... Return here after school, say 3.45pm Brown. Blackwood and Terry, do you want to join Brown here at 3.45?"
"No Sir," they said in unison.
"Very well, I'll see you Brown at 3.45 then ....in your football togs with no under wear. You may leave. Blackwood and Terry," Pat heard as he left the office.
The two others joined Pat in the class room 5 minutes later. Pat thought that Phil looked rather pale, while Tony sort of swaggered in.
At the end of the period while they were changing class rooms, going to the Science Lab, Phil said, "I decided to be caned as well. Tony chickened out. Geeze, getting caned at our age, lets keep it quiet as we can, I don't want the whole school to know."
"Lets hope Tony keeps his mouth shut then. I'm going for a slash," said Pat turning off at the toilets.
Science was the last subject of the day and at the end of the period while all the other students went home Pat and Phil made there way to the locker room alongside the gym and got changed into their football practice togs, which was a jock strap, brief tight shorts and a old football jersey. They then made their way along the long corridor to the Headmaster's office, where they arrived with 2 minutes to spare.
Pat knocked on the door.
"Come."
They entered.
"Right you know why you are here, Terry you're first . Bend over and touch your toes feet about shoulder width apart."
Phil bent over as instructed. Pat watched. He had seen fellow students caned before, but he and Phil had never been caned by the headmaster, nor in such skimpy shorts. Always before when he had been caned he had been wearing his flannel shorts and underpants. The hem of Phil's shorts were just below the crease between thigh and buttocks.
The Head picked up the cane from his desk and walked up to the left of the bending Phil. Raising the cane he tapped Phil a few times across the centre of his buttocks and then raised the cane.
It flew downward towards the target with a swish and then a meaty thwack as it landed right across both buttocks where it had been tapped a few seconds earlier. Pat watching saw the cane sinking into the tight shorts, saw the mark the cane left as it was withdrawn and raised ready for the second stroke. Phil had gasped and sucked in a big breath, and then seemed to calmly wait for the next stroke.
At the sixth stroke he cried out, "Ouch."
"Getting through to you am I boy?"
Two more strokes fell each falling neatly in the band between the first stroke and the crease.
"Right that is it Terry, you may get up."
Phil stood up. His face was a mess, he was blotchy and bright red and he started to rub his backside.
"Get over to the door, Brown come over here and bend over as Terry did," said the Head.
Pat did as he was told, bending over with his feet apart. He could feel his shorts pull tight as he bent. The cane tapped across the centre of his backside, it was lifted away, and then sped towards the waiting target. Pat heard the swish and then the thwack and it seemed like seconds later felt the flash of fire as pain raced through him. A caning was always more painful than one of his father's strappings, and the marks usually stayed on his bum for at least 10 days afterwards. The second and then the third stroke arrived. Pat felt more pain his rear end seemed to catching fire. So far he had not made a sound or movement. The head seemed to be laying down the strokes in the same place as he had with Phil, between the centre of his buttocks down to the crease.
When the fifth stroke landed it was right on the crease, Pat winced, geeze that hurt. The sixth landed in the same spot, Pat just about straightened up at that, but managed to stay down. The last two landed up higher and then Pat heard the Heads voice from a distance.
"You may stand Brown and join Terry by the door."
As he stood Pat noticed the clock on the wall. It was showing the time as five minutes to four. He joined Phil who was still rubbing his backside frantically.
"Right you both have paid for your crimes. Let this be the last time I have got to see you both before the end of term, as it is your last chance. You may go."
"Thank you Sir," they both said as they turned to leave the office. As they made there way back along the corridor towards the locker room and the gym, Phil said, "I hope the water is still hot, I'm having a shower."
"Ok I'll join you. As long as I'm home by 5pm there will be no questions asked.
The two continued along the corridor................................
................Suddenly Pat heard Bob White saying," This is my office."