Archbishops College

Archbishops College - Charles West 1 - Prefect Demoted

By Steam Train
steam_t2007@yahoo.com

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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I acknowledge that this story is influenced by one of my favourite fantasy stories, Demoted by Robin Carter.

Charles West 1 - Prefect Demoted
An Archbishops College Series Story

Thirteen year old Charles Henry Spencer James West was in his last year at Archbishops College Preparatory School, next school year he would be off to the senior school.

Charles was proud to be a prefect and since the beginning of the school year he had enjoyed the power and privileges that came with that position.

However as he stood at attention in front of the Headmaster in his office, he suspected that he was probably is in a great deal of trouble and his prefects status was probably in real danger!

“West last night, while you sat in your prefects study with the door closed playing on your mobile phone, all of your senior boys dormitory, that you are responsible for, snuck out onto the dorms balcony and proceeded to pass around a cigarette and smoke it! You were obviously oblivious to this occurring West and luckily Mr Turner, your dorm master was a darned sight more alert than you were.”

West felt a complete fool and could offer no excuse. Prefects were allowed to keep in their private study their personal mobile phone and he had closed his study door so the boys in his dorm who were all around his age would not see him playing ‘Forge of Empires’. He had lost track of time and never noticed that his dorm had become quite or ventured out to check why!

“West, I have lost my confidence in you and can no longer trust you with the responsibility of a Prefect. Therefore I have decided to rescind your appointment as a prefect.”

West’s worst nightmare was unfolding, he was going to be demoted from being a prefect and suffer all the humiliating and embarrassing consequences of such a demotion!

West could hardly bear the thought of the shame of being demoted to just an ordinary prep school boy again. As he was a senior prep boy in his final year he might still have a small amount of privileges but they were minuscule compared to the special privileges he had enjoyed this year as a prefect.

“After school finishes this afternoon West, you’ll move your belongings out of your prefect’s study and return to shared accommodation in the dormitories. I have yet to find you a bed, but you’ll take whatever is available, even if it’s in a junior dorm.”

“As you are no longer a prefect, you no longer have a prefect’s privilege of wearing prefects clothing and being excused from wearing a cap. I want you to immediately go and see Matron to change into a senior prep boys clothing kit. Matron is expecting you.”

“Before you go West, I will remind you that once you have removed your prefects clothing and before you change into your new senior prep boys kit, make sure Matron inspects your body. As you know West, in the Prep school only prefects are allowed, as a special privilege, to grow pubic hairs, if they are able to do so. All other prep boys if they start growing pubic and arm pit hair must be shaved at prefects bathroom inspection for hygiene purposes. So if as a prefect you have been able to grow your pubes, Matron will have to shave them off!”

“West, you also have a choice to make. You can accept six strokes of the cane in front of your entire house or you can return here after visiting Matron to receive the first six of twelve strokes. Which will it be West?”

West couldn’t bear the thought of being caned in front of his entire house; the shame of being back in shorts and no longer a prefect would be bad enough.

“I will take the twelve stokes, please sir.”

“Very well West, report straight back here when Matron has kitted you out.”

Matron was usually a very hard no nonsense person but when Charles reported to her as instructed, she seemed slightly sympathetic to his situation, as Matron laid out the new kit she had assembled for him.

The new prep boys kit consisted of the black school blazer which was trimmed in thin gold braid and had the school crest embroidered on the pocket, short grey trousers and grey belt with gold buckle, grey vest, grey long sleeve shirt, grey knee socks with the school colour bands of black and gold on the turnover tops, the school tie with it repeat pattern of black and gold stripes, a grey cap with the school crest embroidered in gold on it and the regulation white briefs and singlet.

The new kits grey shorts were the longer ones worn by senior prep boys, which came to within a few inches of the knee, not the very short ones worn by more junior boys.

Prefects clothing was designed to make them instantly recognisable. What Charles had worn up to this moment consisted of the normal black school blazer but trimmed with much thicker gold braid, long grey trousers with black belt with gold buckle, black vest, white long sleeve shirt, grey short socks, the special prefects tie which was all black and had the school crest embroidered in gold, centred in the lower half of the tie. The regulation underwear for prefects was white boxer briefs and a white t-shirt.

Prefects were exempted from wearing a cap except when formally representing the school in public, where they then wore a black cap with the school crest embroidered in gold on it. The only prefect who wore a slightly different uniform was the Head Prefect of the Preparatory School, who wore the standard prefects uniform but with a white vest in lieu of the standard black prefects vest.

Matron then pronounced the words Charles had been dreading to hear since he had arrived.

“West, remove all your prefects clothing!”

Reluctantly, Charles West began the process of stripping off his prized prefects uniform. Charles was reluctant to strip off the last vestiges of his prefectural status and Matron noticed his tardiness and urged him to hurry up!

When Charles took off his white T-shirt, he was down to his last item of prefectorial clothing, his white boxer briefs. Hurried along by Matron, he reluctantly looped his fingers in the elastic of his underwear but then stopped again!

Matron immediately noticed and commanded, “Hurry up West and get them off!”

So, blushing profusely Charles slid his prized prefect boxer briefs down and off. One thing all boys learnt early on at prep school was never to cover up any part of your body when you were told to strip, but as he had recently been a prefect and had not had to strip naked for body inspections all this school year, he was out of practice and so without thinking instinctively covered up by putting his hands in front of his genitalia,

“West”, Matron ordered, “Put your hands to your side.”

Slowly he did as told and stood there with his genitals which had only recently began maturing on full display.

Matron eyed him up and down inspecting his naked body.

“Well, well West, you are beginning to grow up, you have some pubic hair”, Matron acknowledged observing his very small sparse growths of fine dark pubic hair that had only recently begin to grow on either side of his penis but still didn’t really cross over the top above his penis and join up!

“Those pubic hairs will have to be removed now you are no longer a prefect. Have you any other body hair West?"

“Um, I don’t think so, Matron”, Charles replied.

Matron then started a closer inspection. She inspected his chest, arms, looked at his armpits, rubbed his legs, and to his huge embarrassment even got him to bend over for an arse inspection.

“Nothing there West except for those small growths of pubic hair on either side of you penis which I will need to shave off. In the future West, you will have your weekly prefects inspection from whoever will be your new prefect at bathroom time, he will be responsible for keeping you shaved and hairless!”

“Thank you Matron”, Charles replied politely, but in his thoughts, he felt that loosing his first growth of pubes was a devastating development, as bad as being back in shorts!

Matron went to a cupboard and got the shaving equipment and then got straight to work. Though Matron had said there was no hair growing there, she lathered Charles’ scrotum as well as around his penis with expert precision. Very quickly she had totally removed his sparse growth of adolescent pubic hair.

As much as he tried to resist, Charles could not suppress a full erection whist Matron had handled his genitals as she was shaving him bald! By the time Matron had finished shaving, Charles’ penis was over 4 inches long, about an inch and a quarter thick and was pointing almost vertically up in the air. Embarrassingly it was also twitching up and down.

When Matron indicated that she was finished, Charles then quickly dressed in his new senior prep boys kit in an effort to hide his boner. As he dressed he could not help glancing longingly from time to time at the pile of discarded prefects clothing, that he had until a few minutes ago, worn.

Although dreading what was to come next, as soon as Matron dismisses him, Charles West made straight back to the Headmasters office to get the first part of his punishment over with.

Charles knew the form and went to the table, placed his newly acquired cap on it and picked up the cane which lay on it. He then walked across to the headmaster.

Reciting the traditional response he said, “Please Headmaster, may I please have the first six of my twelve strokes of the cane for failing in my duties as a prefect.”

He then bent over and touched his toes.

“May I please have the first stroke sir.”

There was no doubt about the answer to this request as it was all part of the form for being caned at Archbishops College by a master or prefect. Boys had used the same formula with West when he’d been a prefect and he had been the one applying the cane.

No longer would he have the privilege of doing that! Demoted he was once again, just an ordinary prep boy and from now on would be on the receiving end, not the giving end.

By the time Charles uttered the words “Thank you sir, may I please have the sixth stroke”, he was openly sobbing and tears were running down his face, so agonising was the pain.

After the last stroke found its target, took took Charles some to compose himself to say “Thank you sir as his body shook with sobs as he remained bent over touching his toes till ordered to stand up.

When given the command to stand up, Charles took the cane when the headmaster handed it to him, returned it to the table, donned his cap and said ritualistically ....

“Thank you for caning me sir, I’m very sorry for my behaviour.”

The headmaster signed and gave him a chit explaining his absence for his teacher and then curtly dismissed him .

Charles headed straight for his next lesson, chit in hand, dreading having to face his classmates in his new prep boys uniform.

On the way to class he passed in the corridor Alistair Maxwell-Jones, a prefect, who had been his peer only a short time previously. Maxwell-Jones first reaction was one of surprise as he noticed Charles dressed in shorts and the prep boys uniform and not in a prefects uniform. As they passed Maxwell-Jones gave him a smile and commented, “Nice legs West.”

“Thank you Maxwe ... err .... Prefect”, Charles ritualistically replied. He realised that not all of the prefects would be so low key about his demotion as Maxwell-Jones.

Charles knew that although he was in his last year at the prep college, he would be under the authority of the prefects just as much as the junior boys. Senior boys were usually allowed a bit more latitude but West knew that boys he didn’t get on with who were also prefects, would relish the opportunity to be able to discipline him if the chance came.

The one prefect, he had already decided, that he would make a special effort to avoid was Nigel Johns. Johns had not been one of the initial appointments this year to the prefect cohort. Charles in fact had been Johns dorm prefect this school year until one of the prefects, Harry Watson-McRae has left the school to move with his parents to New Zealand.

Charles had never liked Johns since the early years of their time at Archbishops and as this year, he was Johns dorm prefect, Charles had taken great pleasure in caning Johns on a number of occasions and taken delight in performing the weekly prefects bath time inspections on Johns naked body.

Up until the time Johns had been made a prefect his body had still been prepubescent and Charles had regularly made comment to his face about this fact during the bath time inspections.

Comments like, .... Johns you’re still hairless ... Its totally bald, ... you’re still hairless like a little boy… you are a bit older than me Johns, but your still a totally bald little boy!

Charles had been disappointed when Johns was promoted to prefect but as peers Johns had no power for revenge on Charles. He had never ever considered that the situation would ever be reversed, where Johns was the prefect and he was a lowly prep boy!

With his recent demotion, Johns was now his senior and the opportunity for revenge had completely opened up. That opportunity came all too soon for Charles liking!

Archbishops College Preparatory School consisted of a number of scattered buildings and boys were expected to wear their cap while walking between them. Charles, having further to go than previously from his new dorm accommodation, had rushed out not wanting to be late for the next lesson but had soon realised that he’d left his cap behind. He was having trouble getting used to needing to wear a cap again, as a prefect he had not worn one except on special occasions!

As he’d rushed back for his cap, his socks had slowly made their way down to puddle around his ankles. He had thrown away his gaiters when he’d been made a prefect, thinking he would never be in shorts and long socks again!

Luck was not with him as he turned a corner and almost collided with Nigel Johns .

“Sorry, Johns”, Charles instinctively replied.

“Johns ! Johns ! It’s ‘Prefect’ to you boy!”

Charles noticed Johns heavy emphasis on the word boy, to remind Charles of his new place in the school hierarchy.

“Sorry, sorry, ‘Prefect’, it just slipped out!”

“No cap West, your socks are round your ankles, cheek to a prefect, you are a disgrace, you can see me at the end of the day in my room, boy. I can see you need some help adjusting to your new demoted status.”

“Yes, prefect, thank you prefect” was all Charles could say; he could see a grin momentarily cross across Johns face.

As instructed by Johns, Charles pulled up his errant socks and then went and got his cap. Unfortunately he got to his next class late and Mr Tester give the demoted former prefect, three slaps with the slipper in front of the class for his tardiness!

All too soon the afternoon lessons ended and Charles was knocking on the door of Johns study.

Entering only after he heard the call of ‘come’, he felt humiliated, standing there in front of another boy the same age as him, who not that long ago had been in the reverse situation with Johns standing before him in short trousers and knees socks and him wearing the longs. Now with his demotion, Johns had full authority over him.

“Ah, West, so many offences. Not wearing your cap. Your socks dangling round your ankles making you look a complete mess. And disrespect by addressing me as Johns, when you know full well that at Archbishops prep boys must call me prefect.”

Charles was sure that there was a smile playing around Johns lips as he listed his failures. Another prefect would likely have excused him given the circumstances, but not Johns!

He was clearly relishing now having authority over Charles. He had never liked Charles but this year he had begun to hate him as Charles used his new position of power as prefect to regularly punish and humiliate him.

Now the opportunity had presented itself for him to extract revenge with West’s recent demotion from the rank of prefect.

“West, I make it that there are three caning offences that you’re due.” There was a pause. Charles knew that the punishment for each could be one, two or three strokes and wondered how far Johns would go.

“Two sets of two strokes each for the cap and socks but it really has to be three strokes for the disrespect! You need a good lesson boy!”

There was no court of appeal to Johns decree as Charles knew from his own experience that the allocated punishment was within the prefects punishment guidelines,

Charles did the only thing he could. He walked over to where Johns cane was hanging and took the cane down from its hook and hung his cap in its place and walked back to Johns .

“May I please have two strokes of the cane for neglecting to wear my cap, prefect?”

The question was of course, a rhetorical formality so Charles turned and bent over and touched his toes.

“May I please have the first stroke prefect.”

Johns tapped West’s bottom to get his distance, enjoying every second of his revenge, then suddenly he whipped the cane across Charles’s bottom.

Charles grunted, “Thank you prefect, may I please have the second stroke.”

Again the cane came down hard and it was clear to Charles that his bum, which was still recovering from the two sessions with the Headmaster, would be on fire again by the time Johns was finished.

Charles then stood up and turned around to face Johns.

“Thank you for caning me prefect, I’m sorry for not wearing my cap.”

“Go and stand in the corner West, it will give you a chance to think about the uniform rules.”

“Yes, prefect.” Charles turned, went into the vacant corner and placed his hands on his head as was tradition.

Johns was impatient to continuing the punishment so after only a few minutes he called Charles back from the corner.

“May I please have two strokes of the cane for neglecting to keep my socks in place, prefect? “ Charles asked.

Two more times the cane slashed across Charles’s bottom, Johns taking his time between the two strokes, relishing his power.

“Back to the corner, boy.” Johns commanded.

Another few minutes passed, though it must have seemed an age to Johns who could hardly wait to continue the punishments. He was feeling a stirring in his groin, which he was sure he couldn’t long resist, so he called West back from the corner for the final three strokes.

“May I please have three strokes of the cane for being disrespectful, prefect?”

Johns seemed to slash the cane down even harder and Charles almost sobbed as he asked for each stroke. The pain seemed unbearable coming on top of the headmasters caning over the last days.

Finally the caning was over but it took Charles all his time to rise.

“Thank you for caning me prefect, I’m sorry for being disrespectful.”

“Back to the corner boy and contemplate what happens when you’re disrespectful to a prefect.”

As Charles stood in the corner with his back towards Johns, Johns went and sat down behind his desk, glanced over to West to make sure he was not peeking and then took a tissue out of the box on his desk and unzipped his trousers. He’d couldn’t remember ever having such an intense throbbing hard on, it was undoubtedly being made that way by the enjoyable and exciting revenge he was enacting upon West.

Only in the last three months had Johns noticed that his balls had finally begun to drop and even more recently when he measured it, his cock was growing longer and thicker. He still had no pubes and his bald look gave him a much younger appearance which in the past West has tormented him about, but now being a prefect he did not have to shower with other boys, so his slower rate of development than some of the other senior prep boys, that he supervised in the showers of his dorm, was no longer noticeable.

Charles was sure he knew what Johns was doing but dared not turn around to confirm. He was left in the corner for a longer period of time, this time around, which only confirmed further in his mind what he suspected Johns was up to!

Johns was feeling much more able to continue the final part of his planned punishment of West after having taken care of the stirrings in his groin, so he again called Charles from the corner for the final humiliation.

“West remove your clothes, as you were recently a prefect and have claimed to me in the past that you were mature enough to have your pubes, I want to check your hygiene and ensure that you now are a hairless boy as the college requires of all ordinary prep boys!”

Reluctantly, Charles began the process of stripping for his inspection. He knew to defy Johns would result in a great deal of additional pain.

Johns openly smiled when Charles removed his last item of clothing, his white briefs and for the first time, was able to see what Charles West looked like naked.

Johns raised his eyebrows upon seeing that despite all his previous tormenting of Johns, West was hardly more developed than he was. He noticed immediately that West was hairless.

“Did you have any pubes West or were you a lier and really still a bald little boy? You don’t look like you had any pubes to shave off!”

“Yes prefect, I did have pubes, Matron shaved them off!”

The worst outcome then happened to Charles as Johns moved in close to him and ran his hand over Charles’s bald pubes.

Johns mused our aloud: “I can barely feel the stubble of a few sparse hairs West, you mustn’t have had hardly any pubes despite your boasting to me when you were my prefect, that you had lots of pubic hair.” As Johns ran his hand back over Charles’s bald pubes, he commented, “So soft West, you’re still very much a little boy!”

Johns then looked closely at Charles’s hairless ball sack and dick, which were there, totally exposed for him to inspect close up at his leisure!

“You know West, now that I can see what you’ve been hiding down there, I know why you boasted you were so much more developed! Your actually not very big down there at all, are you West? ."

Charles blushed profusely across his face and chest at Johns revengeful comment, before politely replying “No prefect!”

Johns openly laughed at Charles, increasing Charles’s humiliation even further! After studying Charles’s naked body for a short while longer, Johns told him he was dismissed.

He quickly dressed back into his prep boys uniform, took his cap down off the hook, placed it on his head and made a final, “Thank you for punishing me Prefect, I’m very sorry for my behaviour.”

As he closed Johns study door behind him, Charles knew that he would have to watch his every step with Johns to avoid a lot of further humiliation and embarrassment!

The End

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