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ST: The Headboy and the New Master -- Part 2  (t/t, t/M, slipper,
cane)
Summary: The Headboy reports more on his dealing with the new master
and a surprising second form boy.

This story is fiction and deals with m/m spanking.  If such a subject
is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please
leave now.

Thanks once again to Mike Ward who helped me with British's idioms and
details.  The narrator is speaking of events prior to 1965 when CP was
much more common and we did not worry about STDs.  So, consequently,
my characters are not concerned about them and don't use condoms as
you should now.

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without permission.  Personal/private copies are permitted only if
complete including the copyright notice.

The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions.  E-mail: YLeeCoyote@mail.com


The Headboy and the New Master -- Part 2
by
Y Lee Coyote


After I had caned and shagged Howlett, I was too wound up to sleep so
I wrote to my cousin about what had happened.  I was certain that he
would enjoy hearing how his favorite nancy boy had not changed.  I was
right, for a few days later I got a letter back congratulating me with
a very rare "Very well done, cousin!".  He actually implied that I had
exceeded his own achievements; something I had long known to be
difficult.

It was some three weeks after I had caned Howlett for having the porn
magazine that I realized that there was something wrong.  I was
studying for the art course with some of my mates and realised that
Howlett was not being fair.  He had given me grades that were a whole
step higher than I should have received.  (A couple of B's rather than
C's and once even an A rather than a B.)  Although this was certainly
helpful, it did not encourage me to do my best.  It would have been an
embarrassment had any of my mates noticed as we studied together.  I
resolved that I must speak to him.

It was a few days later, shortly before lights out, that I made my way
to Howlett's quarters.  I encountered Brine, a bright second form lad,
leaving as I approached.  "Get the caning you certainly deserved,
Brine?" I asked.

"No, Mills-ffleming." he replied and then realizing what he said
became flustered. He tried to correct himself but got tripped up.

I cut him off with: "You may see me, Brine, tomorrow for it then." and
smiled.

By now he had recovered sufficiently to get out of the trap I had set.
"Excuse me,  I meant that I had not been caned but I was not due one."
It was already well known that Howlett never administered any sort of
CP himself.

"Better hurry before you get slippered for being out past lights out."

"Yes, thank you Mills-ffleming.  Good night." he said and dashed off
happy not to have been thrashed in any way.  He's a good lad and will
surely be a prefect in due course.

I knocked on Howlett's door and immediately entered.  He reacted as I
expected cutting off his "Enter" as the door opened and rising, surely
expecting to see the Head or one of the senior masters.  I figured
that this would unbalance him some.  "Good evening, Mills-ffleming.  I
was not expecting you." he stammered.  I sat in the big, leather
covered, armchair that was there for him when not behind his desk.  In
the same way that an animal tries to look more imposing (and hence
more powerful) to his rivals and attackers, I was doing the same.  He
sunk back into his desk chair, perhaps a little green around the
gills.  He looked very submissive; I could smell the fear of my prey.

"Howlett," I said in my most authoritative voice as if I was the Head,
"it has come to my attention that your marking has not been fair."  He
looked puzzled so I continued.  "I have compared the marks you gave me
with those of others and they are higher for equivalent work.  This
unfairness must cease immediately as it reflects badly on me as well
as you.  Also, it implies some improper conduct."  I sat back, tall,
in my chair and stared at him sternly.

After a few minutes he responded.  "I will be more careful in the
future, Mills-ffleming."

He was obviously flustered so I pounced.  "A good slipperring will
help you to remember, Howlett." I said sternly.  "I'm sure that you
have one here even though you don't use it.  Do be good enough to
fetch it."  I stood up.  "Now, without any delay."  He dug in one of
his desk's lower drawers for the standard school issued slipper that
all the masters and prefects had and handed it to me.  "Come round
here and get into position, boy." I ordered as I removed my blazer.

He obeyed me as he had in my study three weeks before and as he had
obeyed my cousin more than a decade earlier.  I got into position and
delivered the first WHACK as hard as I could.  A lovely red patch
appeared on his bum nicely centred on his sit spot.  I repeated the
action in the exact same place.  He yelped like a baby.  I switched to
the other side and did the same.  I then alternated until I
administered six hard WHACKS to each cheek.  He was sobbing by the
end.  Need I mention that I was reacting myself, although in a
difference place and with pleasure.

I decided to try something new and told him to get up and face me.  As
I opened my belt and trousers, I commanded: "KNEEL".  He dropped to
his knees and stared at my rampant shaft.  He licked his lips and I
pulled his head forward so that my rod was buried deep in his hot
mouth.  It was a good decision for I immediately learnt that he was a
most proficient cocksucker.  I held off for a bit but soon succumbed
to his talents and blasted deep into his throat.  He gently licked me
clean.

As I pulled up my trousers and pants, he quietly said: "Thank you,
Mills-ffleming."

I picked up my blazer and in doing so, dislodged some stuff which fell
on the floor.  On top of the remaining pile was another porn magazine.
I picked it up.  "This is a disgrace.  What if Brine or one of the
other youngsters had seen this?  Get back into position.
Immediately!"  As he complied, I went to the cupboard where the canes
were kept and selected the senior one.  We were both in the proper
positions less than a minute later.  I tapped his already red tail
with the cane so that I could admire the colour I had already beaten
into it.  I raised the cane and brought it down hard and fast with a
loud swish.  He howled, as usual, and I watched the track form for a
minute before administering the second cut.  The previous scene
replayed exactly the same way.

I continued until I had drawn a seven rail gate on the big target.
He yelled for each of the eight cuts I placed on top of the tender
bruises from the slipper.  He would remember this night for sure.  I
would enjoy his lectures for days knowing how he was carrying my
marks.


*******************

Young Brine came visiting the next evening.  He was nervous but not in
the usual way of a boy who has been sent to me having been caught in
some offence of commission or omission worthy of a swishing.  It was
some instinct that caused me to offer him some tea and biscuits even
though he was so junior.  "It was what you said the last evening by
Mr. Howlett's room."  He practically sighed with relief having gotten
that much out.  "I've been thinking about it, and I should be caned."

I confess that I was not expecting that remark so I took the easy way
and asked: "Why, Brine?  Have you got away with something?"

He took another bite of his biscuit and explained that he had three
reasons.  "First, I'm awfully curious about it.  Certainly you
remember how it was so fascinating back when you were in the second.
Second, my cousin who is just seven months older boasts about getting
it in his school and how bravely he takes it.  Third, I'm considered
somewhat of a goody-goody by my mates and if I had the first tram
marks of my class they wouldn't think so."  He showed some definite
relief that he had managed to say all that.  "And I'm going to see my
cousin this weekend so I could show him the marks and do some boasting
myself with proof that it was not just talk."

I immediately knew that this boy was going far.  "I can't just thrash
you without a reason, Brine."

"I thought about that.  I could say that I smart-mouthed off at you
and then refused the slipper as too childish, Sir."

I nodded and smiled. "How many cuts?" 

"Oh, six-of-the-best, of course.  We must do this right and proper; no
half-measures.  May I have another biscuit, please?"  He was amazingly
calm like talking about something as inconsequential as who the
president of Freedonia was.

I handed him the plate with the biscuits and opened the punishment
book.  When he had finished the biscuit, I told him to make the entry.
He filled it out perfectly.  I'm sure that if (or should I say when)
he is Headboy he'll enjoy looking back at his first entry.  "OK,
Brine, blazer off, trousers and pants down and bend over the desk."

"Yes, Mills-ffleming."

I got the cane and tapped him lightly on his cute, virgin (at least to
the cane) bum.

"Ready."

Then I gave him the first cut.  He grunted, gripped the desk tighter
but held his position like a brave man.  What a difference from that
wimp Howlett.  I proceeded carefully placing the next four cuts
exactly parallel and uniformly spaced on his bum.  He held his
position through them all.  I warned him that the last would hurt the
most and *SWISH* I completed the gate.  "OK, you may get up."

"Bloody hell, that hurts.  Thank you."

I had him sign the entry in the book and he returned to his dorm.  I
noticed him the next day and he was surrounded by his admiring mates.
The next week he visited me to report that his plan worked.  His mates
here at Dorwick respected him a lot more as he had been the first of
his cohort to be caned and his cousin was most impressed.  He was even
doubting that his cousin had been caned based on the questions he had
asked.


The End

(c) Copyright A.I.L.  April 21, 2007


Y.

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