First taste of the cane for Amos

It was the second period of the morning, Mr. Pettigrew had just settled form 2b for his French lesson when a prefect entered the class room, coughed discreetly and handed the teacher a note. Pettigrew polished his glasses, nodded at the prefect and announced.

“Amos it seems you are to accompany the prefect to the Headmaster's study – Now– Off you go boy”.

David Amos had turned thirteen six weeks ago, but despite being one of the older members of form two he was one of the shortest. A wholesome well scrubbed kid, skinny, with straight dark hair that hung in a fringe over his eyes (and was too long at the collar), cheeky grin and too much personality ( or is that attitude ?) for his own good – a natural comedian. But now he was subdued and worried. He badgered the prefect to discover what it was all about. Sadly for Amos the prefect genuinely didn't know or wasn't saying. Far too quickly they arrived at the Head's study. Amos was instructed

“knock on the door and wait till he calls you to go in”

Amos tapped on the door, there was no response so 30 seconds later he knocked more forcefully– The door flew open and the Headmaster appeared—

“AMOS when I am ready for you , I will let you know , in the meantime stand facing the wall with your hands on your head”

Ten hours later (well that was Amos's calculation) the door opened and the Headmaster invited young Amos to join him.

The headmaster's study was huge, a large desk at the far end, a vast open space and then a leather Chesterfield and two armchairs, it reminded Amos of the painting by Yeams~ “And when did you last see your father?” which he'd seen in the Liverpool art gallery but there were not ( thank God) so many people in the present room.

“Amos, tell me if I've got things wrong, you came here 2 months ago having been expelled from your last school. You have had three detentions since you came here and yesterday afternoon you not only truanted but took a short cut across three acres field– which of course is out of bounds. Have I got anything wrong– speak up boy – Is there anything you want to say in your defence before I cane you ?”

Silence filled the room.

“Normally I don't cane second formers but you are giving me little choice, Have you ever been caned before ?”

Amos said nothing but just hung his head.

“Right boy, move to the side of the chesterfield” Amos did just that.

“Take off your blazer and lower your trousers then bend over the arm of the Chesterfield”

In very slow time Amos complied, the black jacket came off and the grey trousers were slipped to the top of the Amos thighs. The head master being a kindly man moved to Amos's assistance. He swept the grey shirt tails further up Amos's back and pushed the boy right over the arm of the Chesterfield. Then he moved round to the boy's rear and pulled the trousers down to his ankles. Being a kindly man he ignored the fact that the now exposed socks were maroon instead of regulation black. Deftly he gripped the navy blue briefs and pulled them sufficiently down to be rejoined with the trousers– he picked up his cane and viewed the two vulnerable and delectable globes which were on offer.

This was a first caning, so there was a balancing act to be achieved. On the one hand Amos was barely thirteen, he was mentally naïve and physically immature and had never been caned before, and yet he was getting it bare. On the other hand (Gosh, I'm beginning to sound like a psychologist) he seemed highly intelligent, was manipulative and had a track record of disobedience and causing mayhem.

Strokes one, two and three were of medium (well medium to hard) energy transfer to the middle of the backside and one centimeter above and below the first slash. Amos gritted his teeth and tried to absorb the energy and made no visible response. Stroke four was lower and the boy gasped. Five was a diagonal stroke which joined the previous four, and the boy's discomfort was unmissable. Six achieved it's purpose,– Amos shrieked in pain ( but then so would 95% of boys) as the cane crashed into the gentle curve where buttock meets thigh.

After a minute or so of recovery time the headmaster instructed Amos to stand– the boy did so, and the head noticed with amusement that both of Amos' hands were busy kneading and easing his buttocks. His genitals were completely ignored by the boy, currently they were bald and un– developed, but the headmaster mused that he expected to see this kid quite frequently during the next five years and it would be interesting to chart both the physical and psychological changes which would occur with time. It was a very subdued Amos who rejoined the French class, but by break time normality was restored and he was enjoying his notoriety.