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ST: The Headboy and the New Master -- Part 3   (t/t, t/M, cane, sex)  
Summary: The second form boy gets even more than he hoped for and
meets the next headboy.


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

Thanks 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 3
by
Y Lee Coyote

For the next few weeks things went on as one would expect.  There were
the usual parade of lads to my study affording me the pleasure of
whacking and swishing their delightful bottoms.  Of course, I kept
close tabs on that most naughty _boy_ in the school, Arts Master
Howlett, BA.  After I had caned him in his own study with his own
cane, he was extremely deferential to me.  I did some reading in the
library to find some answers to questions that I really could not have
articulated initially.  I knew that I liked to be in charge and to
have others submit to me. When I thrashed someone, I knew that he was
surrendering to me; accepting pain and humiliation in deference to my
will, my authority and my power.  In my reading I learnt that there
are others who like to submit and be dominated.  I decided that
Howlett was certainly one of these.

It had been some three weeks since I had last thrashed the wimp and
decided that I would try another approach.  That evening I paid him a
surprise visit once again.  As I parked myself in the big chair, I
said.  "Just a few words, Howlett.  Have a seat." gesturing towards
the couch.  He had a choice.  He could follow my directions and sit on
the couch or he could hide behind his desk.  He took the subservient
place on the couch.  I pressed on. "You have some hot water in the
kettle for some tea."  I said it so it was clearly not a question.  He
took the clue and immediately offered me some tea which I graciously
accepted.  I was delighted at his fawning like a third form boy.

I waited until he was seated with his own cup before I asked about any
biscuits.  "Oh, I'm so sorry, I forgot." he stammered and jumped up to
get them.  I could not help thinking how the other masters would have
had me bare-bottomed and bent over for six-of-the-best for just having
the audacity of aiming my backside at that easy chair.

"I'm worried about you, Howlett.  Are you behaving properly or might
the Head have to take action for your iniquitous misconduct?"  He
turned green.  Obviously he was scared; very scared.  The only action
the Head might take would be to fire him and he would be in a most
deplorable position if that happened.  "Perhaps you need a little
reminder, Howlett." again saying it flat rather than as a question.

Several times he opened his mouth but he neither said anything nor
sipped his tea.  I just stared at him.  He yielded in a few minutes.
With his face hidden in his hands, he whispered: "I'm afraid you are
right, Mills-ffleming."

I let him stew in his own guilty thoughts while my cock was happily
anticipating some pleasure.  "Get the cane, boy, and then get into
position."

He jumped up and dashed for the cupboard for the cane.  Then he
undressed.  He undressed completely even though it was only necessary
to drop his trousers and pants.  I was not about to complain however.
I did make sure that the door was locked.  I slipped off my blazer and
flexed the cane.  I felt so powerful; so potent.  The wimp got into
position.  I raised the cane and brought it down.  He howled and I
watched the tram line form.  I methodically placed the next four cuts
with the same pathetic reaction.  I made him wait extra long for the
next so he could fearfully anticipate the cut below the first five.
However, when I did the sixth one, I made it diagonal to form a
five-bar gate.

As he whined in pain, I opened my trousers and let one-eye see my
drawing-by-cane.  He was drooling as I coated him with some lube and I
let him inspect Howlett deep inside.  He really enjoyed the trip.  I
cleaned up and left.

It was a most memorable visit.

* * * * * * * * * *

The next day I enjoyed Howlett's class for he had the signs of
discomfort that a proper caning causes as he moved and especially when
he had to sit.  I felt so good that I let a few misdemeanours pass and
was softer than usual.  It was young Brine that surprised me that
evening.  He waited until close to lights-out time before he knocked
on my door.  Once inside he asked if we could talk privately as he had
something he needed to discuss.  When I agreed, he insisted that I
promise to keep things confidential.  With a minor caveat, I agreed
and he started to talk.  He was a bit nervous so I let him ramble
some.  I even gave him some tea and a couple of biscuits.

"I already told you that Sam, my cousin, was very impressed by the
cane marks you gave me, when they were fresh.  Well, I got to see him
again and we were playing with Ken, his school chum.  We got to talk
about caning and Ken said that neither of them had ever been swished
and wanted to know more about it.  Well, that led to Sam having to
confess he had lied to me and then Ken stating that the entire world
would have heard him yell if he had been.  They argued about this with
both claiming that it would be the other that would yell and he
wouldn't.  We were alone in Ken's house and there was a cane available
that his pater used on his older brother.  I generously made an offer
to switch them to see who would yell."

"That sounds like fun for you." I said to Brine who had the most
incredible grin at this point.

"Yes, it certainly was.  We agreed the test would be three cuts.  Ken
was first and just bent over but I insisted that it had to be on the
bare, so he dropped his trousers and pants.  I gave him the first cut.
He grunted a little and a mark appeared.  It felt great for me but I
knew I hadn't done it nearly as well as you do.  I gave him the second
one and it was a bit harder than the first but he took it well.   The
third cut was the same.  Ken rubbed his bum some but made light of the
whole business."

"It was Sam's turn and very slowly he took his place.  I gave him the
first one.  He howled and the mark was a bit more.  Yes; I could see
that this took practice.   Ken laughed and Sam got up saying that he
had enough and conceded that Ken took it better.  Ken would not hear
of him quitting saying: 'The deal was we each get three cuts.'
Together we pushed Sam back into position and while Ken held him down,
I gave him the other two cuts."

"There was no need to declare the obvious that Ken was the winner.  I
told Ken to hold the liar in place for his punishment.  'You get three
cuts for lying.' which I gave him immediately.   He was crying when I
was done.  Sam soon recovered and apologized for lying, thanked me for
doing what was necessary and we're still friends.  Ken said he could
take it but would rather not have to."

"How did you feel about all this, Brine?" I enquired.

"That's what I wanted to talk about.  I felt good doing it.  Is that
normal?  All right?"

I, of course, told him that it was.

"You like it also, Mills-ffleming." he said flatly, very sure of
himself.  I was deciding how to respond when he continued.  "I noticed
that in class this morning, Howlett was acting like he was thrashed
last night."  He paused.  "And you ... you were grinning like a
Cheshire cat as you left his class as I was going to it."  He paused
to nibble on his biscuit.  "You looked that way the day after we
passed outside Howlett's office."  I wondered where he was heading.
He did not keep me waiting long.  "Ken told me that I had that look
after I had caned him and Sam."

I told him that it was for some people.  Men like us who are in
command.

He then asked me to teach him how to use the cane and I agreed.  He
then said: "I want to do it properly when I cane Howlett.  It would be
nice to watch you do it too."  I told him he was making an uncalled
for assumption but he laughed.  "You haven't denied it and the
circumstantial evidence is very strong."  He kept grinning and then
thanked me politely for my time.  He rushed off in order to be back
before lights-out.

During the next couple of weeks, I gave Brine some instruction in the
use of a cane and he practised eagerly.  I regret to have to report
that another pillow met an untimely end.

* * * * * * * * * *

Brine was a very determined lad.  I would have been delighted to see
him swish someone.  Unfortunately, not even the perfects were
permitted to do that officially so there certainly couldn't be a way
for a second form lad to do it.  I actually grew fond of him like I
would for a younger brother.  Then one night I had this dream.

~!I'm watching a class in a school gym.  Brine is standing by a horse
when Stanton (another second form lad but in longs) leads Howlett into
the room.  All the activity stops and the boys all watch the three.
Howlett is wearing the old school uniform for the lower forms -- short
trousers and school-cap.  Brine, in longs, is flexing the cane and I
see the fear in Howlett's eyes.  "You are to get six, boy.  Strip and
get over the horse."  Howlett hesitates and Brine threatens him with
extra for delays.  His blazer, tie, shirt, vest, school-cap, shoes,
knee socks, shorts and Y-fronts form a pile on the floor.  Both Brine
and Stanton remove their blazers for the task at hand.  Stanton pulls
Howlett over the horse and holds him in place with his rump out and
ready.  The boys, whose gym activity has been interrupted, are all
smiling.  Several are fondling their stiffies.

Brine gets into position and delivers the first cut.  There is the
expected howl and Stanton struggles to hold Howlett in place.  The
other five cuts have the same result.  Stanton releases his grip and
Howlett slips to the floor.  He is bawling like a baby.  The watching
boys are laughing.  Brine and Stanton put on their blazers and leave.
The class resumes.  

Howlett grabs his clothes and runs out in shame into the busy corridor
where many others see him.!~ 

It was a very intense dream for I woke up with very sticky pajamas.  I
decided that I had to work out a way for this to happen; well, the
caning part anyway.  I also realized that there would be a bonus.
Once Brine had swished Howlett, the wimp would know that his secret
would be known for at least the next three years even if the headboys
did not pass it on.

It took me a while to devise a plan which took advantage of Howlett's
lack of self-discipline.  I kept an eye on his mail and was lucky to
spot 'a plain brown envelope' that looked so innocent that it yelled
SMUT.  I held it for a few days until the class schedules were just
right.  I told Brine that he had to be in Howlett's classroom after
his class was dismissed without being seen.  He could hide in the bog
and return for his stuff, dump his stuff on the floor and have to pick
it up, spend some time working on a drawing, whatever, to give Howlett
a few minutes to open and start to read the magazine.  He was to see
the magazine, act shocked and want to report this to the Head (since
the schoolboy code did not apply to masters).

Brine managed to do this when I just 'happened' to walk into the room.
I grabbed the magazine.  "Howlett!  How could you corrupt such an
innocent boy?  I warned you about this."  Of course, he was
speechless.

"Are men that big, Mills-ffleming?" Brine asked pointing to a picture
in the magazine.  "He's as big as a horse."

"I'll be back after I help the boy, Howlett.  You certainly have not
heard the end of all this.  Come along, Brine."

"Yes, Mills-ffleming" said Brine, not sure of what I expected him to
do which was perfect.  Out in the corridor he asked: "That was
brilliant, Mills-ffleming.  Did I do it right?  Do we go to the Head?"

"What would that accomplish, Brine?"

He then realized that we would soon be out of the picture and that was
not what he wanted at all.  He saw the way immediately.

"We have to deal with him."  I told him to keep quiet about this and
see me in the evening.  I wrote a note to Howlett telling him to come
to my study at lights-out.  I gave the note to Brine to give to
someone going to see Howlett in the afternoon and then I got him to
his class.  I let Howlett stew.

Brine was the first of my evening visitors.  He had worked it all out.
"Howlett has to submit to *our* discipline or to the Head's which
means he gets sacked.  If the former, then I want to cane him!" he
said.

"You realize that if word gets out, then you will be in trouble so you
must never talk about it."  He understood and agreed.  I gave Brine a
note to his house master asking him to excuse him to see me late.

* * * * * * * * * *

Brine showed up early and Howlett late.  He was, naturally, horrified
when he saw Brine in my study.  "The boy must go, Mills-ffleming." he
said.

"He said he'll go to the Head unless he knows personally that you're
properly punished."  Howlett looked at Brine who nodded.  "Do take off
your coat, drop your trousers and assume the position.  I don't want
the lad too late for bed."

As he got ready, I fetched my cane.  It was not a senior one but it
would have to do; anyway it was the one Brine had practised with.
With Howlett in position, Brine removed his blazer and took up the
cane.  He was superb.  Howlett howled as always.  After the third cut,
he stood and I snapped at him.  I then went to the other side of my
desk and held him down by his wrist.  It was then he realized that it
was Brine using the cane.  It was far too late to stop it.  Brine was
beaming and stopped at a dozen which I had told him was the absolute
maximum.

I sent Howlett back to his hole.  I regretted that I couldn't roger
him as usual but Brine was present.  He was more than beaming.  He
thanked me most profusely and told me that he would be forever
grateful.  I reminded him to keep absolutely mum about this and sent
him off to bed.  I bet he wanked as much as I did once he was in bed.

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

The year was ending and I was shortly to leave my dear alma mater and
go up to University.  I told my successor, William Pridaux, about a
lot of things.  He found the details about Brine very interesting and
said that he would take good care of the lad.  It would be easier for
him than it was for me since they were in the same house.

On the last night, we summoned Brine in to see both of us.  After the
obvious preliminaries,  William told him: "I expect you to live up to
the highest standards in all ways and I shall be very strict with you,
especially if I allow you to fag for me.  What do you think fagging
will teach you?"

"I'm most honoured and will bend over for your considered attention
whenever you decide that it is necessary, Pridaux.  I'm certain that
it will teach me humility."

I enjoyed how these two reverted back to a Shakespearean English as it
they were a knight and squire who had eavesdropped on Prince Hal and
Falstaff.  I'm sure that Pilon, the English master, would have been
most pleased.

"Very good, Brine.  When we return in the autumn, you shall give me a
reason that you should be the first one I thrash officially."

"Certainly.  Perhaps I could have a sample of how you use your rod
today so I would know what to look forward to?"

"He canes harder than I do, Brine."

"In that case perhaps only a small sample."  He paused.  "But, of
course, whatever you consider proper, Pridaux."

"Strip, Brine, and get into position so I can see how well you accept
my rod."  Brine did not hesitate even a second but immediately removed
his blazer and placed it on the back of a chair, put his shoes under
the chair and the rest of his clothes on the chair and was in position
in what surely was record time.  I gave my cane to William who got
into position and delivered the first cut.  It was a hard one and
immediately left a vivid tram line.  Brine, to his credit, took it
stoically and remained in position.  He accepted the second one just
as manfully although he was gripping my desk so tightly that his
knuckles were white.

William has more varied interests in boys' bums than I do. He then
proceeded to caress Brine's delectable bum, concentrating on the
centre attraction.  In a due course, he unzipped and greased up his
own rod and then Brine's bum soon felt William's rod for the third
cut.  This one took longer and Brine reacted a lot more.  Not until
given permission did Brine stand.

"Thank you very much, Pridaux.  Your cuts are certainly harder than
Mills-ffleming's.  I shall have to be extra diligent not to incur your
displeasure while being your most humble and obedient apprentice."  

William told him to get dressed which he did quickly and the three of
us had some tea which Brine made and served.  We asked him to relax
and tell us what he really thought and felt -- nothing but the
absolute truth, we instructed him.  "Master, I am honoured by your
interest in me.  I much prefer to give than receive but know I must
receive to learn.  The first two cuts really hurt although the third
was much nicer.  I look forward to learning much from you."


The End

(c) Copyright A.I.L.  May 13, 2007



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