French Lessons in 1975

French Lessons in 1975 Chapter 1

By Jamie

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French lessons in 1975

Richard Thompson was a bright 15 year old schoolboy who attended Wilsons Academy School. It was a small mixed school led by the strict Headmistress Miss Joan Sanderson, who believed that all her pupils should maintain high standards of behaviour both physical and moral throughout their years at Wilsons.

The school provided boys and girls with a good education and most pupils went on to University and good careers having benefitted from the education they received during their time at the Academy. Miss Sanderson ran a tight ship supported by a teaching staff which fully supported her approach. Discipline was enforced and the school still practiced corporal punishment for boys, a fact that delighted the girls and upset the boys in equal measure .

Richard was a bit of a dreamer who had thus far breezed through life without many cares and concerns. His school work was of a good standard, he found he didn’t have to put that much effort in to maintain a middling position in academic performance at school and thus was able to slack off at times without getting into trouble. He was however apt to day dream which sometimes got him into trouble when it became clear to teachers that his concentration was not as great as was expected of students at the school.

The curriculum was broad, and Richard enjoyed school in the main, he was a popular boy and had friends in his class both boys and girls. He walked to school from his home every day with 2 class mates Nicola and Hilary.

The school uniform was pretty standard with a dark blue blazer, white shirt, black trousers and ties for the boys. Physical education included the main games, along with a weekly pe lesson and swimming in the schools own indoor pool. Most teachers were involved not only in the delivery if their own subject but also in physical education or extracurricular activity such as drama , music, and other worthy pursuits.

Richard and his classmates were now in the 4^th year having started their O level courses and they were now being expected to knuckle down and work hard for the next 2 years. He was doing 9 o levels and he had chosen French for his foreign language.

Mrs. Celia Gourd taught French across the school. She was in the eyes of most of the boys a beauty, with her dark auburn hair, a smile that caused ripples in a teenage boys mind, and a very shapely body upon which she wore most days a blouse and medium length skirt with stockings and underneath tantalizingly out of sight as far as the boys were concerned most of the time suspenders.

Many a boy fantasized about Mrs. Gourd and her loveliness. Celia was also French and having married an Englishman she met at university had settled in the country and found herself a good living teaching her native language at the school. She was fluent in both languages and was fully aware of the effect that she had on teenage boys.

An embarrassing lesson

Thompson was looking as if he was paying full attention to his teachers words where as in reality he was fantasizing about her and his thoughts were far from the French he was supposed to be learning. He suddenly realised that she was saying his name, and panicking he was acutely aware he hadn’t a clue what she had asked.

"Thompson. Are you with us? Pay attention."

“Err sorry Miss” he replied flustered.

"Please concentrate Thompson." Mrs. Gourd said sternly before asking the question again. He was blushing a bit and hoped that no one noticed. He was also acutely aware that he had got hard whilst he was day dreaming and was relieved that French was not one of those lessons where pupils were asked to cone up to the front , that would have been very embarrassing with a tenting pair of trousers!! He forced himself to concentrate on the lesson but it was hard when he was having to look at the wonderful Mrs. Gourd.

It was a few days later that after that lesson Thompson was asked to wait behind as Mrs. Gourd wanted to speak to him. He had had another poor lesson and it seemed his last piece of homework was not of the usual standard he could achieve and that she had noticed that his concentration in lessons and his general participation in class was not what it used to be.

As stood beside her, she seated at her high desk, his book open in front of her, red marks all over his work, he was again flustered and embarrassed. She was wearing a loose blouse and the top two buttons were undone giving him a glimpse of her cleavage and bra. He was finding it difficult to tear his gaze away from that beautiful sight so tantalizingly close, to the exercise book about which she was speaking.

His willy was also beginning to betray him and there was now an obvious bulge in his trousers. Both of these things didn’t go unnoticed.

She sternly rebuked him, "Thompson this is a problem, your mind is elsewhere in class, your homework is poor, and I am not impressed by the fact you are staring at me. Girls and ladies are not objects for teenage boy fantasies. What do you think you are doing boy? Do you think it is acceptable to stare down a woman’s breasts like some juvenile pervert!”

Her voice was raised, and he found he couldn’t speak coherently, "err no Miss not at all, sorry,” he gabbled.

"I think you will be young man. I am going to give you a demerit mark for your homework and report you to Miss Bray for your reprehensive behaviour. Look at you, I can feel you staring at me and I can clearly see the effects of it."

He was now blushing , and desperately trying to think of an excuse but of course there was none; he had been staring at her breasts, he did have an obvious erection and his homework was poor. What could he say!

"Report to me at the staff room at the end of the day please." she handed him his exercise book back and added, "and I want that homework done again and handed back in at our next lesson. Understood. Dismissed".

He scuttled off out if the room, decidedly sheepish , she smiled to herself, "ah teenage boys like puppy dogs all excitable , quite cute but in need of firm discipline." Something he would discover at330 pm this afternoon.

After school

A nervous Thompson knocked on the staff room door later that afternoon. The room was situated on the first floor of one of the school blocks. The door was opened by a member of staff who asked who he was looking for. A short wait later Mrs. Gourd appeared and just said, " follow me" . She led him through the staff room across and out by another door and onto a corridor. At the end of the corridor there were some chairs and she told him to sit and wait. She knocked on the door and upon a reply entered shutting the door behind her.

The name plate on the door read, "Miss Bray, Deputy Headmistress."

Inside Celia Gourd updated her senior colleague about Thompson’s poor work, his slacking off but also his inappropriate staring at her and erection.

Miss Bray nodded and smiled, "it sounds as if this boy needs sone attitude adjustment training. I often find Celia that a combination of corporal punishment and some embarrassment works well in taming these teenage boys. Let’s have him in then. Please just observe and leave this to me."

Mrs. Gourd opened the door and said, " Come in Thompson" . The boy got up and nervously entered the office. It was fairly large with bookshelves on both side walls and an imposing desk in the centre behind which a large window gave a view down across the playing fields. Miss Bray was sat behind the desk whilst Mrs. Gourd took a seat in one of two armchairs which were set to the side of the desk. Thompson stood in front of the desk silently hands behind his back.

"Well Thompson this is the first time I’ve had the opportunity to meet you, only it seems in not very good circumstances. Mrs. Gourd has appraised me of your poor homework, your increasing slackness in work, the lack of concentration in lessons as well as your highly inappropriate behaviour towards her. This is very disappointing especially now you are in your all-important 2 exam years. We expect better. What do you have to say for yourself? "

He took a deep breath, his mind working rapidly to think of the right words to say.

"Err Miss I’m sorry. I am trying hard honest but I get distracted and didn’t spend enough time checking my homework. I am going to try harder i promise."

He tried to sound convincing.

"and in lessons - is looking at the window day dreaming a good use of your time and for that matter Mrs. Gourd’s? What would your parents say?"

"No Miss it is bad. My parents would be cross. . "

“I’m sure they would indeed. Depending on how you react after this visit to my office, will determine whether or not I send a letter hone. What would be the effect of a letter home? "

Thompson blushed as he knew exactly what could happen but was embarrassed to say it.

"Well, boy?"

"My father would probably spank me Miss."

"Well, I’m sure then you will make very best effort in class and in your homework to make sure that he doesn’t. I think a detention is in order after school. Mrs. Gourd will give you some work to do for an hour after school next Tuesday. Understood?”

“Yes Miss.”

“Right that’s settled then. But young man we are not done. Of just as much concern to me is your highly inappropriate behaviour towards Mrs. Gourd. Teachers are not in this school to be gawped at by randy teenage boys, Mrs. Gourd tells me you were staring at her breasts and you clearly had an erection as a result. This is disgusting. How would you feel if a teacher stared at you in that way. It is simply not acceptable. Have you anything credible you can say by way of explanation?”

Thompson tried desperately to think of something but couldn’t after all the allegation was true, he had been looking at her gorgeous cleavage and he had got hard, and his trousers were clearly tenting towards her. What could he say other than sorry?

He shook his head, “Sorry”.

“I’m sure you are sorry boy but sorry is not enough, you will be punished to make it clear to you that this is appalling behaviour.”

She stood up and appraised the boy standing there, head down trying to avoid eye contact. Yes she thought a short sharp and embarrassing shock was in order to balance the injustice done against her colleague.

She looked down at the school punishment book open on her desk in front of her to his page. It was relatively empty, a few slipperings when younger for bad behaviour in class, including one 6 of the best last year from the PE teacher for a scrap in a lesson with another boy. Both boys had formally been slippered on their thin white shorts over the gym horse with the whole class watching. But that was it, Thompson was basically a well behaved boy, but this action needed nipping in the bud.

“I see that last time you were punished was for fighting in pe class is that correct Thompson?”

“Yes Miss,” as his heart sank as he guessed where this was going. The boy now feared a beating.

“Right then I think a short sharp punishment is in order. After your detention next week, you will change into your pe kit and report to the staff room. It doesn’t take a genius to work out I intend to have you beaten. This school will not let such behaviour pass without taking steps to ensure that it never happens again, and I think a beating will make it very clear to you this point. Right, that’s it. You can go and wait outside whilst I talk to Mrs. Gourd. Dismissed.”

The boy scuttled out of the room to the relative safety of the corridor. Poor Richard’s thoughts were all over the place but principally he was thinking " shit shit, why did I do that! "

Inside the room the deputy smiled at Mrs. Gourd, “I think a little pain and a good dose of humiliation should help temper the raging hormones of Master Thompson, Celia.” They both smiled.

Next Tuesday

Thompson duly undertook his detention and then as ordered changed into his pe kit of white t shirt, white shorts and black plimsolls and like the condemned man that he was made his way up the stairs to the staff room door. He knocked and was greeted by his form teacher who clearly was expecting him,

“Ah Thompson come in follow me.”

Unlike last time he wasn’t taken across the staff room in the direction of the deputy heads office but led to the back of the staff room and into a small side area which was completely devoid of any furniture apart from one chair. He was told to wait, and the teacher disappeared back into the main room. The boy stood there trembling listening , there were pockets of conversation between some teachers but other than that there was silence. Most of the staff had gone home and there were only about 8 in the room. It dawned on him suddenly that all of them were female members of staff. Strange as the staff body was about 50:50 mirroring the schools pupil numbers.

He heard footsteps and then Miss Bray appeared. She had very stern look on her face and he noted she was carrying a cane.

“Thompson good on time. We are ready for you. I want you to do exactly as you are told without question immediately. Any argument or delay will lead to your parents being called in for a discussion about your behaviour. Understood?”

“Good. Right remove your pe kit.”

He looked at open mouthed and realised instantly that this was no joke. She raised an eyebrow, and looked at her watch. He knew he had no choice. A minute later he was standing there naked his hands clutched in front of him.

Miss Bray held the cane out and with it touched his hands indicating that they should be removed. He was totally on show. He was developing well and had a good amount of hair around his 3 inch willy and the testicles hung below clearly visible. She appraised him and then turning on her heel and said follow.

She walked back into the main body of the room where the staff were standing in a rough semi-circle on the far side. She led him to the front of that circle where an arm chair had been placed , its back facing the waiting audience. She motioned for him to stand in front of the chair facing the 8 women teachers who of course included Mrs. Gourd.

"Ladies you all know why we are here this afternoon. Thompson is guilty of staring and lusting over a teacher, and hence he deserves no modesty during his punishment. This boy clearly thought it was alright to stare at a teachers breasts and to add insult he got aroused whilst doing so. Such behaviour requites a punishment that will bring about an attitude adjustment. As you can all see he is just a boy, still developing into a young man .

“Thomson I am going to cane you. You are going to bend over the back of the chair and remain there until I say you can move. You have no right to clothes because of your disgusting behaviour. We can all see your body, everyone of these members of staff teach you so you will know in every lesson from now on that they have seen you naked. Remember that before you think about repeating such behaviour. Now over you go.”

Thompson bent over the back of the chair, Miss Bray ensured that his legs were apart, and he was bent over far enough to present a clear taught bottom for her to beat. She stepped back and tapped the cane a few times against his bare bottom.

She drew back and brought the cane down swiftly. On impact he felt initially very little but seconds later pain followed as the effect of the strike took hold. He had never been caned before and was taken by surprise as to the level of pain compared to that of a slipper blow. Numbers 2 and 3 swiftly followed. He was close to tears; his body was shaking. He felt Miss Bray’s hand smoothly run across his bottom, he winced as it crossed the three stripes which were already developing, but it was strangely comforting. He knew he dare not move and dreaded how many more he might be given.

She stepped back and soon number 4 and 5 followed. His eyes were now streaming and his bottom really hurting.

There was a pause and all that could be heard was his sniffling as he tried to stop himself crying. The last one was the hardest of all and it literally made a cracking sound as it impacted on his bottom, he howled in pain the cry high pitched despite the fact that his voice had broken a long time ago. He desperately wanted to rub his bottom but knew he mustn’t move.

"Stand up and turn around."

He stood up and did as he was told. He looked at the floor not daring to have aby embarrassing eye contact. He saw though he was aa bit aroused which he hoped would go unnoticed. He wiped his nose and rubbed his eyes.

“Look up Thompson.”

He reluctantly did so.

“Put your hands on your head and stand there for 10 minutes. Notice ladies how our boy here seems to be bit excited by his caning a common occurrence. She tapped the cane against his willy. I hope you have learnt your lesson.”

They teachers started to move away or chat. Mrs. Gourd walked over and stood in front of the boy.

She spoke softly, "well well Thompson, you have paid the price for staring at me. I shall remember this sight every lesson. I expect exemplary behavior from you from now on. Remember that you despite your obvious growing manhood, you are still a boy. We teachers are to be respected.” She smiled , “yes you are a pleasant sight I shall remember, nice to look at indeed.

She reached down and briefly touched his willy. “Now try and keep a hold of your emotions Thompson; you wouldn’t want to get too excited whilst you stand here on display would you?”

And she turned away and walked off to join a conversation. He couldn’t hear what was said but when the group started to laugh, he was convinced that he was the subject of the amusement.

He felt wretched, humiliated and ashamed as well as in intense pain! A happy naked but strangely enough aroused boy.

TO BE CONTINUED

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