Robbie Wilson 2.3 - a Tale of Six Seats


by Robert Wilson <Pollux99b@yahoo.com>

The mercedes purred silkily up the drive, slowed to pass through the arch, then swept past all the signs denying access to all but senior school staff, and in complete defiance of a sign banning such actions halted at the steps to the headmaster's complex. The driver- a very attractive 22 years old blond woman stepped out of the car, smoothed her Royal Navy uniform and walked to the passenger door. As she opened the door she gave a salute so smart it would have impressed a Guards drill sergeant , her new boss Surgeon Commodore Sir Peter Collingwood-Wilson ( Bt) RN also in uniform returned the salute and headed for the door taking the steps two at a time.

The driver ( Leading WRN Amy Winter) got back in the car and searched for her mobile phone she would have to cancel her date for tonight, but did not mind too much, her new boyfriend was getting a bit pushy and to cool him down for an evening might be a good thing. She explained to her lover that they had diverted on their way back to London as there was trouble with one of the bosses sons and they had gone to his school to see the headmaster. The disappointed soldier on the other end of the 'phone muttered that the sooner she got a different job the better. Amy didn't agree -this job was good, the Commodore was polite and relaxed ( most of the time) and preferred to use his own car rather the Navy's staff cars, this suited her very well as she liked to drive the Merc and was allowed to put it through a car wash whilst the staff cars had to be washed and polished and the end of each trip.

Inside the building Sir Peter was met by a very flustered secretary, bullying parents was part of her normal every day activity- but she'd met this one before and he was different. Content with inconsequential mumblings she had led Sir Peter directly to the headmasters study. On the way they had passed three very downcast fourteen year old boys; one had tried a weak grin of recognition but the Commodore had not responded to Robbie- his younger son's offering.

As Sir Peter entered, the four men in the room stood (actually they all stood as straight and as tall as they could - something to do with his uniform ?). He recognised the Headmaster and Smith his deputy and noticed that the former had a very new looking plaster cast on his right arm. He hoped that Robbie had not been involved in causing that injury. The other two men were the fathers of the boys waiting outside with Robbie. He did not recognise either of them.

The study was enormous, at one end was the headmasters desk, and facing it in the form of an open square were three leather chesterfields. At the other end of the room was a conference table with ten chairs set around it

To make matters clear, the headmaster had explained that damage had been caused to a school minibus during a CCF trip to an RAF air show. Some boys had been interviewed and three had confessed that between them they had slashed three seats and one seatbelt. None of them had been able/ prepared to offer any explanation. At this point, the three boys were ushered in , repeated their confessions and still declined to offer any explanation. The head and his deputy explained how these were bright lads who had never been in trouble before, and that in recognition of this the school would treat the matter lightly. Each boy would :- i) be gated for 30 days ii) write a letter of apology to the head of the school's cadet force and iii) be caned

The headmaster explained that he felt unable to ignore the financial consequences of the damage and that he did not think it right to spread the cost across the whole of the school, so the invoice for the repairs would be added to next terms bills for these three youths. At present the cost was unclear but would probably be several hundreds of pounds each.

"Mr Smith, perhaps you could take over from here "

the head had suggested gesturing with his damaged arm.

Smith stood up and walked towards the conference table

"Certainly headmaster. You three - take off your jacket and trousers"

Smith had taken a four foot cane from a drawer then turned one of the central chairs through 180 degrees so that its back was against the conference table- but its seat faced into the room.

" Come on boys - get a move on."

None of the lads was keen to be the first to be undressed. Robbie however had been the last to complete the act, but unlike the others he had also taken off his socks. At first Sir Peter had been pleasantly surprised by Robbie's sartorial considerations- then he noticed ( and hoped that no one else did) that whilst the others were still wearing black socks, Robbie's discarded pile of clothes included luminous pink ones !

The three parents twisted in their chesterfields to view their sons, each lad was fourteen and wearing the top part of his school uniform of white shirt with a wing collar and a school tie striped with house colours. That apart there was no commonality. MORGAN was gangly and stooped with dark lank hair. Being charitable, he could be described as overweight, orange boxer shorts showed beneath his shirt. GRANT was much smaller and a wholesome short cut blond. His navy blue briefs were visible only when he moved. Robbie, was probably no taller than Morgan but standing erect he looked much taller, blond hair ( too long ) piercing blue eyes and freckles but at the moment no smile. Black Calvin Klein trunks encased the still tanned thighs showing beneath his shirt tails. ( Who the hell was buying his son's clothes ? Black CKs and pink socks were not part of the wardrobe that Sir Peter remembered kiting him with just a few weeks ago).

The cane was matured and dark gold in colour, a couple of practise strokes produced a disturbingly whippy crack and all the parents shuddered as individual memories of their own school days were provoked. Smith was just beckoning GRANT forward when the headmaster interrupted.

"I don't mean to interfere Mr Smith, but as these boys are being caned for damaging seats in the minibus isn't it right that their own seats should be as vulnerable as possible ?"

"Of course headmaster- boys you know what to do"

If the teenagers had been reluctant to remove their trousers, their eagerness to strip off their underwear was tenfold less.

GRANT was now pleased that his shirt was probably a size too big, as he resumed his long walk towards the deputy head it's excess length protected his modesty. Kneeling on the chair and stretching over the table was undignified. After the traditional six stripes had been placed upon him he cared little for modesty , as he resumed a vertical position he presented a clear view of one set of red cheeks, a second set of tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes to say nothing of his adolescent genitals and pubes. MORGAN had not taken it well, his bucking and shrieks had caused embarrassment to everyone. Now he was sobbing with no effort to mask his discomfort

As Robbie stepped forward his father felt a surge of tenderness, he loved this boy beyond words, but knew that his own behaviour towards the lad was often harsh. He was very proud of his younger son and would have tried to move mountains for him, But he also knew that the boy caused him much pain probably because he was so much like his late mother. Robbie had watched the others being striped, but it wasn't till he was in place that he realised just how vulnerable this position made him. His arse was so high in the air that he felt if he opened his mouth ( to cry ?) the onlookers would be able to look straight through him and see daylight at the other end.

Both Robbie -and his father -realised that Smith was an expert. At ten second intervals, four close and parallel streaks of pain flamed laterally across his backside, a fifth was delivered low to the top of his legs and after an indecently long pause a sixth diagonally connected the previous five. Robbie was struggling to control his breathing and was happy to stay in place till told to move. He was not expecting the next two cuts, both of which produced uncontrolled gasps. Temporarily the pain fused him to the table top .

" Last week I told you to get your hair cut-now do it. And don't ever let me catch you wearing pink socks again. Understand ?"

Robbie peeled himself from the table top and gave an impromptu chance for some observations in comparative anatomy. Sir Peter was surprised at how developed Robbie had become since last he looked. With a soft six inch uncircumcised penis, heavy balls and copious blond pubic hair the boy was more of a man than the other two.

Having been dismissed the boys made a rapid exit, Robbie left the study to the sound of his father ordering him to wait by the car.

The grown ups stayed in the study for about fifteen minutes, a woefully long time for a youngster waiting to see his angry father yet also needing to cool his burning backside.

It was not difficult for Robbie to find the car for Amy had not moved it one inch. Inspite of the pain in his behind Robbie was pleasantly surprised by Amy he'd never seen her before but she beamed at him

"Hello you must be Robbie , I've seen your picture. You look glum. Here , have some chocolate?"

Robbie was so touched by this kindness that he scrambled into the car and sat next to her- as his backside touched the seat squab he groaned and regretted his haste.

"Bad eh ? How many ?"

"Eight"

"Ouch - Painful " she empathised " Do you want me to rub some cream in it ?"

Robbie blushed profusely, then grinned

" Thank you but I think I'm in enough trouble already without mooning outside the Head's window"

They sat and chatted, mainly about her life before the Navy, and how she had tended to her brothers behinds after their canings

The Commodore appeared on the steps so Robbie went to meet him. For a few terse moments Sir Peter verbally abused his son. Then turned to Amy to explain that he was about to take his other son out for dinner- Robbie would not be joining them. Were there any arrangements she needed to make as they would not be getting back to London till about midnight?

Amy stopped Robbie from leaving , and when Sir Peter wandered back into the school to wait for his elder son she fished in her bag and handed him a jar of cold cream. Saying

"Use this - it helps - and be back here in one hour"

From a window Robbie watched as his father and Amy put on coats to cover their uniforms then with James they had driven in search of dinner.

Exactly one hour later the car came back, but carrying only Amy. Robbie went out to meet her and was delighted to be given a large McDonalds bag filled with take away burgers , fries and milk shake.

"I thought these might cheer you up"

was her explanation. She cut short Robbies thanks, so he tried to give her back the cold cream.

"No hang on to it Robbie, I'm sure you'll need it again soon"

and with those words she gave him a hearty slap across the bum got back into the car and drove away.

Inspite of all the events of the evening Robbie grinned like a cheshire cat. There might have been a tear in his eye but there was certainly a smile on his face.

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