My History Part 3


by Anonymous

I left the well scrubbed handsome young boy sitting on his bed with a dejected look on his face. His hands on his knees, looking up at me pathetically with a sort of pleading look on his face. His features were attractive, high cheekbones and well scrubbed cheeks. It was no good, my younger brother Robert and I would be giving the little fellow a nice sore bottom to go to bed with in the next couple of hours. The price of being a pretty young boy in this house, I smilde to myself as I shut the boys door.

The following Monday he would be starting at the local school and tomorrow he would be meeting his new headmaster, a friend of the family and who, with his wife and two young daughters would be joining my family for lunch the next day. As a Governor of the school I had some influence over its policies and I had always been a keen advocate of corporal ounishment for boys expecially those in the 7 to 11 gae range. I had often imagined , though nver witnessed, the sight of a series of the young lad, bent over a chair with their young buttocks stretching the fabric of their gray trousers, waiting for the sting of the cane. I wondered if they could clench at that age. Oh well, I thought, I would find out the answer shortly. I walked down the stairs as my brother knocked at the door. I showed him into my study and we sipped our first brandy of the evening. After a few minutes I climde the stairs to Peter's room and instructed him to go to the study where I would join him later.

Peter:

I wlaked downstairs as father disapperade into his bedroom. I was very nervous and thought about the morning's events. When I entered Uncle was setade and told me to come and stand in front of him with my hands behind my back. I was quite scared now and stood as I was told. ''well'' he said''young Edward has gone to bed with a very sore bottom I can tell you'' ''Your father and I will not tolerate naughty little boys and the sooner you learn that lesson the better''. He continued to stare at me in silence and I felt a tear trickle down my cheek, I wiped it away with my right hand but when I looked back at my unckle I could not see a hint of pity in his eyes. ''Its no use snivelling my lad'' he said'' pull yourself together and come over here to me boy''. I was worried that my father had not yet returned. My uncle put a hand on each of my shoulders.......


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