My New Job - Part 2

by Phil <Phil320@hotmail.com>

My New Job - Part 2

'You may go' said Paul Wood to the four boys standing in line against his office wall. Three of the four had tear stained faces and the fourth was biting his lower lip. Each had been given eight strokes of the cane for having broken classroom windows earlier that morning. In line with school policy, justice for such misbehaviour was swift and stinging and there was no easing just because it was the first day of term. It was my second day as a teacher at the Grammar School that I had attended a few years before as a pupil. In some ways, I was just as nervous as a new teacher as I had been as a pupil, the experiences were different but some of the anxiety was the same.

As when I was a pupil, Paul Wood was in charge of discipline, a role he took very seriously as I had found out at first hand on a number of occasions while a pupil. Nothing had changed, he still administered the cane with biting force to those who misbehaved and he maintained that he never let a boy off a caning that was deserved. He had certainly never let me off and I knew of no one that he had. Then as now, boys attended his office at lunchtime or after school where he administered between eight and twelve strokes of the senior cane across the bare bottom of the boy who was bent over his desk. At the end of the caning, the boy was sent to stand at the wall, hands on head with the promise of extra strokes if he moved his hands to attempt to relieve some of the pain in his blazing bottom. Only when all those waiting had been caned and ten more minutes had passed were the group dismissed.

As a new teacher I had never used the cane before, on teaching practice I had threatened once but that had been sufficient to control the situation. The reason for my attendance in the room was that I was there to learn to use the cane effectively and 'get some practice.' I had done just that, Paul had caned the first boy and I had watched, he then passed the cane to me and I had caned the remaining three. Judging by the howls and tears I had done my job well and each boy now sported a set of stripes across his bottom which he would no doubt be keen to have seen when changing for his next sports session. I remembered what was almost like a competition to have the best set of stripes at sports sessions and how everyone looked around to see who had the newest and strongest marks. I used to enjoy that and for all the stinging, never minded being caned and used to find the blazing sensation once the first sting wore off pleasant.

'So Phil,' said Paul, 'you seem to have the technique, there's nothing much I can teach you about how to use a cane! Remember the above all else, you must give the boys a consistent message. You can not alter how you treat them because of the mood you are in on the day. If you start out allowing certain sorts of behaviour, it is unfair to clamp down later in the term. My advice to you is to start out being very firm and you will have little or no trouble. Remember that some of the senior boys remember you as a pupil and they will try to play you up more than the others. Some of our colleagues think that I am too strict in class and that I give the cane too freely, in fact although I cane in class quite a lot at the beginning of the year I find that I rarely need to after that whereas colleagues who are more gentle have problems all year when no boy misbehaves in my classes as they know exactly what to expect if they do. I would suggest to you that if you are really strict for the next couple of weeks you will have little problem after that apart from the regular trouble makers who we all have to deal with. Don't be afraid to use the cane and let the boys know who is boss. As you know the choice of strap or cane is up to you, I recommend that you use the cane and give at least eight preferably on the bare bottom.'

I thought for a minute or two about what Paul had said and agreed with him. I could certainly remember how strict he was but the first couple of weeks over, his classes had generally been more fun than most others. He certainly did not stand misbehaviour of any sort. I decided that I would take Paul's advice and make use of the cane in the first couple of weeks until things settled down. He went to the cupboard and brought out a couple of senior canes and also a punishment log book, telling me to record in it the number of strokes I gave and to who.

I then spent the rest of lunchtime catching up with Steve Jacob, the head of sport. I was keen on keeping fit and wanted a locker in the locker room so that I had somewhere to store clothes as I intended to cycle to school each day. I found Steve in his office just off the locker room. The place was familiar to me, the benches and lockers, the faint steamy smell of sweat and the cold air from the outside door being almost always open. We chatted for a few minutes and Steve gave me the key to one of the staff lockers which were at one end of the room close to the showers. As I packed my supply of clean clothes, towels, soap, shampoo and spare cycling clothes away Steve stopped to talk to me. 'You were a good rugby player Phil,' he said, 'how would you like to coach one of the teams?' I thought for a minute and said that I would. It was true, I did enjoy the game and coaching a team would give me an opportunity to play a bit too. I agreed to take the fourth form team which was made up of fifteen year olds. Practices were each Thursday lunchtime and one evening if I wanted to.

I spent the rest of the day planning lessons and getting ready for my first class the following morning which was with the fifth form, some of who I remembered from my own days at school.

The next morning I cycled to school, it was good to be out early and I enjoyed the six mile journey which was over in no time. I parked my bike and made my way to get changed. A number of staff and boys either cycled or ran to school and there was an air of activity in the locker room. I opened my locker and sorted through to find clothes for the day, a towel and toiletries. Andrew Mallinson who taught Physics came and opened his locker which was almost next to mine. He was tall and blond with piecing blue eyes. Dressed like me in a vest and a pair of black lycra cycle shorts, he looked stunning. I started to strip off to shower. Then as now, I love the feel of lycra and enjoyed peeling off my tight shorts, letting my _c_o_c_k_ and balls hang free again. Andrew was doing the same and we made our way to the showers. There were about twenty guys showering, about half were staff. I turned on the jet and started to wash. Two fifth formers showering further along the area were generally rowdy and Andrew told them a couple of times to keep the noise down with little effect. 'Those two will find trouble before the day is out,' he said, rinsing the soap out of his hair. I finished off with a couple of minutes of ice cold spray which made me feel great and went to get dry. I dressed carefully and made my way to morning assembly. My first class was with the fifth form immediately after that and I took a couple of minutes to put my books in the room first. I picked up, put down and picked up again the one of the canes that Paul Wood had given me the day before. I could not believe that I was going to use it. I left it in the room joined everyone else at assembly. I did not really listen to very much that was said, it was the usual sort of announcements about the running of the school and what was happening. I was nervous, what was my first class going to be like, would my lesson plan work and would they behave?

The school was dismissed, another day was in progress and I made my way to my classroom. The class assembled and I asked for and got their attention. I noticed among those present the two boys who Andrew had reprimanded in the shower for their rowdiness but thought no more of it. I started to outline the year's work and what I expected to achieve in that time, making it clear that exams at the end of the year were important and that they had to be worked towards starting today. I was aware of the two boys from the shower moving about and coughing a great deal, seeming to pay little attention. I now knew them as Quinn and Armstrong. I carried on talking about my expectations in terms of discipline and behaviour, that I would not tolerate misbehaviour in the classroom and that I expected work to be completed by the deadline and that I would punish those who failed in these respects. By now I was aware that Quinn and Armstrong had begun a conversation at the back of the room. Others were beginning to shuffle and clearly their influence was spreading. I had to act, Phil had warned me that this would happen and if I did not do something with Quinn and Armstrong, I was going top have a much bigger problem to deal with.

I pulled myself up to my full height and took a deep breath, 'Quinn, Armstrong,' I said in a loud, clear voice. Both looked up. 'You seem to wish to disrupt the class this morning, that is unfair to your fellow pupils who may wish to learn and also unfair to me as I have taken time to prepare the lesson. I have already told you that I will not tolerate this sort of behaviour so it will come as no surprise to you that I intend to punish you for it.' Both boys looked at me, Armstrong transfixed, perhaps realising what was to happen, Quinn attempting to stare me out. I was determined that he would not and refocused my vision before continuing, 'take off your blazers and come to the front of the room, I am going to cane both of you.'

Both boys moved from their seats, Armstrong looking nervous, Quinn with an air of insolence. As they stood up, I could see that both were about 1.7 metres tall, Armstrong with all the awkwardness of an adolescent, rather thin, Quinn was rather more strongly built and I noticed at once the bubble of his buttocks filling out his trousers. They moved to the front of the room, Armstrong was first, I had decided to cane him first, partly because I realised that he was more nervous than Quinn, but mostly because I wanted to practise on Armstrong while Quinn watched and had time to anticipate what was going to happen to him.

Keeping my voice firm I announced, 'I am going to give you both eight,' there was a slight gasp from the two boys and from some of the class, eight strokes was more than many teachers gave. I paused, 'Armstrong, you are first, drop your trousers and underpants and bend over the desk.' This time there was a much more audible gasp, only Paul Wood gave bare bottom canings, though every teacher could if he wished, I had decided to follow Paul's advice and start in a severe fashion. Armstrong stood in front of the desk, fumbling with his trousers, 'hurry up boy,' I ordered. Armstrong dropped his trousers to just above his knees and resting on them was a pair of white underpants, he bent forwards, legs straight and nicely apart. I picked up the cane and moved behind him.

'I want you all to be clear,' I said, addressing the class, 'that I will not tolerate misconduct in my classes and you can all be sure that if you do misbehave yourselves, you will be caned.' With that, I turned round, raised the cane to shoulder height and brought it down with speed and force right across the centre of the trembling bottom. Armstrong gasped and as a red weal rose he cried out, I took no notice and brought the cane down with the same power a second time, a second weal sprang up and I was aware that Armstrong was beginning to sob, I cut the third and fourth strokes one after the other into his underbottom, knowing that this would make it difficult for him to sit for the rest of the day. He was really sobbing now and I could see where his tears were falling on the desktop. I returned to delivering parallel strokes for the fifth, sixth and seventh, each raising an angry red weal, the eighth I delivered to cross all the existing strokes, remembering from my own experience how this stroke would set all the others ablaze again. I put the cane down, 'get up Armstrong, pull up your trousers and stand in front of the blackboard with your hands on your head. Slowly the boy rose, clearly in pain and eased his underpants and trousers over his blazing bottom and moved slowly to the blackboard, hands on head, he was still sobbing. There were not many boys who could take a bare bottom caning and not show the pain. I turned to Quinn who was still trying to look brave but watching Armstrong had clearly had an effect.

'Your turn,' I said, 'trousers and underpants down and bend over the desk.' Quinn approached the desk with an air of confidence that I was determined to dent. He dropped his trousers and underpants to his knees and bent over, again there was the sight of a pair of white underpants resting on the top of his black school trousers. 'Open your legs,' I ordered, tapping the cane on the inside of his knees. He moved his legs apart until I was satisfied. I stood back and could not help admire his firm, rounded bottom, I drew the cane across it and it twitched in anticipation, then without warning I raised the cane and brought it down with all the force I could straight across the centre of the waiting bottom. A vivid red weal sprang up and Quinn gasped, before he could catch his breath I brought the cane down again. Laying the second stroke below the first. A second weal sprang up and Quinn clenched his buttocks, taking deep breaths, clearly he was feeling pain! I brought the cane down a third time, this time as with Armstrong, cutting into the his underbottom and heard Quinn gasp again. With precision I didn't know I had, I placed the fourth stroke immediately on top of the third. I heard a sob and could see that tears were beginning to fall on the desk top. I moved up slightly with the fifth stroke cutting across the lower bottom, knowing as I did so that this boy would find it almost impossible to sit for the rest of the day. I delivered the sixth in the centre and then cut two diagonals with the seventh and eighth, knowing how they would set Quinn's bottom ablaze all over again, I stood back and admired the stokes, a set of parallel lines with a cross through them. He was sobbing now and clearly had lost his arrogant air. 'Get up,' I ordered, 'pull up your trousers and join your friend, hands on head.' Slowly the boy stood, clearly in pain. While to some degree, as the term went on boys got used to the sting of the cane, this was the first caning of the new school year for both boys and clearly it had come as a shock to them. Quinn pulled up his trousers, I noticed how he eased his underpants over his firm young bottom, remembering how it felt, I felt my _c_o_c_k_ stirring. He moved slowly to the blackboard beside Armstrong, both had their hands on their heads.

I turned to the class and coolly continued the lesson, everyone giving me their utmost attention. From the corner of my eye I could see Armstrong and Quinn, clearly in pain, I knew how both were longing to be allowed to put their hands down so that they could rub their bottoms but I was determined to make an example of them and leave them there until the end of the class.

The bell rang and I concluded the lesson and dismissed the class. I could see the relief on the faces of both boys as I left the room and I remembered the relief of being able to rub the pain away, while also putting on an act of bravado to save face.

The day progressed and I used the cane seven more times, on each occasion delivering a bare bottom caning of eight strokes to those who misbehaved and on each occasion it had the effect of calming down the remainder of the class. I felt in control of what I was doing. Each occasion also stiffened my _c_o_c_k_ and I couldn't wait to get home for a wank.

Finally, the day over, I tidied my things away and made my way to get changed for my bike ride home. On the way to the locker room I met Andrew Mallinson also going to change, we chatted about the day and I told him that I thought it had gone quite well, though I didn't tell him in detail, I told him that I had caned a number of boys and that it had generally had a good effect on the rest of the class. He told me that he had done the same thing as a way of setting the tone for the year. We went into the locker room where we found the fifth form returning from their sports class, Steve Jacob had sent them on a very long run and many were only just returning. I opened my locker and pulled out my vest and cycle shorts, aware that Andrew was doing the same at his locker. I started to strip off, jacket, shirt and tie first and then I pulled on my black lycra vest. I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks and started unfastening my trousers. As I did so, I was aware that Armstrong and Quinn had just returned from their run and were starting to undress for a shower. I slowed down, I just had to see the result of the caning I had given them, they would probably still have very sore bottoms although the run would have helped ease the pain and they would have recovered enough to want their friends to see their marks. I pulled my trousers off and slowly folded them. If Armstrong and Quinn had seen me they were taking no notice. Andrew was standing next to me pulling off his underpants, 'I see those two have quietened down since this morning,' he said. At the same time, Quinn dropped his shorts and the full effect of the cane was obvious, a set of clear purple weals across his firm rounded bottom that still looked very sore. 'Ah,' said Andrew, 'I knew he had that coming to him this morning, well done whoever gave him those.' I looked up and smiled, Andrew was pulling up his cycle shorts over his own well rounded arse. 'I did it,' I said quietly and smiled, slowly dropping my boxer shorts. 'Well done' said Andrew, 'he had it coming.' I pulled on my cycle shorts with care, aware that the sight of Quinn's bottom and the feel of the lycra against my own bare arse and _c_o_c_k_ was acting as the most enormous turn on and carefully slipped my hand down my shorts to adjust my _c_o_c_k_. 'See you tomorrow,' I said casually to Andrew. 'Yes,' he replied,' see you then.

I made my way out to my bike and set off home, thinking over the events of the day as I went. I kept thinking of Quinn, but there was also something about Andrew, what was it? The journey over, I got home and let myself in and went straight to my bedroom, as soon as I started to pull off my shorts my _c_o_c_k_ went rigid with all the thoughts of the day, I knew that I was going to like teaching....

There might be Part 3.....


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