Dame Topping's Most Excellent Academy for Young Gentlemen

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Twelve-year-old Toby is enrolled at the famous establishment, but is dismayed to find that, under Dame Topping's old-fashioned regime, the boys frequently lose their pants - and more. Toby's sister, on visiting, is less dismayed.

Dame Topping specialised in 'difficult' boys. But wait - is there any other kind of boy, you cry. Dame Topping would probably have said no, but she admitted that some were worse than others. Much worse, she would add, her face tightening and her palm tingling.

Essentially she took in boys of what, in England, were called 'middle school' age - that is, about 11-15. That, she said, was the most problematic age - and if she had not turned a scruffy young hoodlum into a polite, clean, respectable, law-abiding citizen by the age of fifteen, then - but no, she never failed. She made sure of it.

Toby Pepperworth would never forget the time he spent in Dame Topping's, starting at age twelve-and-a-half. He was not an especially 'difficult' boy - high-spirited, perhaps, and mischievous sometimes, but no more. His father, accompanied by his mother, was taking up a military appointment abroad (top secret, seemingly, so they didn't know much about it yet), but they wanted Toby to continue his education in England, and were greatly impressed by the accounts they had heard of the excellence of Dame Topping's results, both academically and in terms of general conduct. And her costs were immense.

Toby attended for an interview accompanied by his mother, also by his sister Lucy, aged 14, who was on school holiday and had nothing else to do.

The school was a huge Gothic building, and on the way in they saw some of the schoolboys, who seemed very pleasant and polite, wearing the school uniform of red blazers and socks with short grey trousers. Most also wore caps, and courteously doffed them to the female visitors. 'Good morning , Madam. Good morning, Miss.'

Dame Topping's study was also vast and rather bizarre, hung about with ikons, images, mandalas and dangling phylacteries.

'Ah, you collect such items, Dame Topping?' Toby's mother enquired politely.

'They collect me, Mrs Pepperworth,' replied the Dame in a surprisingly deep voice. 'I am strangely but irresistibly drawn to such sacred antiquities, the work of devoted hands over the centuries. Do you not, too, feel their incomparably powerful yet ultimately beneficent influence? Ah, would that those far-distant days would return! Coffee?'

'Thank you.'

Clearly the old girl was a bit eccentric - but that wasn't unusual. Mrs Pepperworth remembered that her own headmistress had been virtually certifiable.

Dame Topping went on, ''Our guiding principle, Mrs Pepperworth, which I wish to enunciate to you, is this - I never forget that a boy has a bottom.'

Toby's mother gulped. This was rather coming down to earth with a bump. Toby too shifted uneasily on his seat.

'A boy's bottom has been provided by our Creator for a certain purpose. And indeed, like all works of the Creator, it is perfectly fashioned for the said purpose. Many times, indeed, it is only through this route that adequate control - indeed, adequate learning - can be achieved, or at least that the young boy's attention can be secured. Oh, how manifold are the works of is the Creator, and how necessary it is that we should understand and follow His designs!'

Mrs Pepperworth struggled to know what Dame Topping was on about, but in principle she had no objection to what she heard - or what she seemed to hear. From time to time - and more often recently - she had threatened to take Toby's pants down and give him a 'good red bottom', but she never could quite bring herself to carry out the threat. And unfortunately Toby knew that quite well.

She asked hesitantly, 'You refer, do you, to punishing the boys on their bottoms, is that correct?'

'Yes, but we prefer the word 'guidance' to 'punishment'. And we are not harsh here, Mrs Pepperworth. We use no implements - simply the hand - the palm, as again provided by Nature. A bare hand on the bare bottom.'

Toby's mother nodded. This was very much what she had hoped to hear. But Toby was filled with foreboding, and was mortified to hear his sister snigger. Dame Topping looked strong and wiry. She really seemed like she could hand it out. Under his pants he felt himself tingling already.

Before Mrs Pepperworth could ask anything further, there was a knock at the door, and a woman in nurse's uniform appeared.

'Sorry to interrupt, Dame Topping, but may we come through?'

'Certainly!'

The nurse led three boys into the room - two about Toby's age, and one slightly older, perhaps fourteen. But what made Toby's eyes pop was that all three were totally naked! His sister's eyes opened even further.

'These are three new boys,' the Dame explained. 'We are 'processing' them, that is weighing and measuring them, also checking them up generally. They're going through to the reception area.'

The three nude boys had blushed bright red at the sight of the visitors, and had clasped their hands in front of them, but the Dame sharply told them to keep their arms by their sides. Then they were each formally introduced, shaking hands with each of the visitors, one by one. But proper though it all was, Toby could not help noticing that Lucy's wide-open eyes slid downwards as she was introduced to each boy, though she tried unsuccessfully to hide it.

'It's okay to look at their bare willies,' said the matter-of-fact Dame to Lucy, with a smile - which in fact embarrassed Lucy even further. The Dame added, 'I don't mind. And the boys don't have a choice.'

But the youngsters' faces were extremely red! Then the three were hustled out by the nurse, and the Dame asked,' So have you come to any decision, Mrs Pepperworth?'

'Well, I don't want to rush into anything - but I'm very impressed, and I've almost decided that we'll send him here. I'll speak to his father, then confirm it.'

'Of course. But the reason I ask now is - if Toby is going to start here this year, it would be a good plan to have his 'processing' done now, while the nurse is here and everything is set up. It will save time and trouble later.'

Toby's mother agreed and so did Toby - though it was a moment or two before the implications became clear.

'Good!' said the Dame. She pulled a chair forward. 'He can put all his clothes on this chair, shoes and socks on the floor, and I'll take him through naked to the nurse.'

Toby gasped, and Lucy's face began to wear a broad grin.

'Quickly, Toby, get ready,' said his mum. 'I'll help you.'

'I don't have to get bare here?' asked Toby, horrified.

'Yes, right here,' said his Mum, taking hold of him and beginning to pull up his tee-shirt.

'But I'm almost thirteen now!' protested Toby, 'I shouldn't have to be all bare in front of everyone!'

'It's not 'everyone'', said the Dame mildly. 'Just your mum and sister. Doesn't your mum ever give you a bath?'

'Sometimes,' admitted Toby, colouring slightly.

'Well, then. And doesn't your sister?'

Toby's eyes widened in horror. 'NO!' he said emphatically.

'Well, maybe that should be put right,' said the Dame quietly. 'But for the moment, Toby, just let your mum get you naked without any more fuss, and we shall all get on that much better.'

Toby tingled all over, and his eyes began to prick with humiliation. His sister hadn't seen him naked for years! But he couldn't resist as his mother peeled off all his clothes, finally skinning his underpants down and making him step out. Wow-ee! he thought, his bottom-cheeks clenching. He'd never felt so bare in his life. He also thought that he could hear Lucy giggling, which didn't help.

'There, that's better,' said the Dame. She said to Mrs Pepperworth, 'Put all his clothes into this bag and keep a hold of them. I've buzzed for the nurse and she's coming through.'

With Toby standing nude and blushing on the carpet, the Dame went on, in her usual matter-of-fact way, 'Mrs Pepperworth, boys often find it difficult to be naked in front of their families on their first visit here. It's the funny age they're at, and perhaps their families may not have seen them that way for a long time. But they should see them - and of course we always put that right! And we get shy boys over their nonsense - and their embarrassment - very quickly.'

She took Toby's hand and walked him through to the examination room, telling his mother and sister to follow. There, the other three nude youngsters were lining up at the scales, then their heights were being measured.

Toby's mother said reassuringly. 'There now, Toby, you'll feel better, with the other bare boys.'

Dame Topping said, 'They normally have a shower, so Toby can have his now' She pointed to a shower area at the side of the room.

Thinking for a moment, she said, 'It's true, is it, what Toby said, that his sister never gives him a bath? Well, this would be a great time to start - she can give him his shower!'

'Oh no!' gasped Toby, appalled.

'It's okay - she'll soap you all over, give you a good wash-down.'

'What a nice idea,' said Toby's mum, 'Lucy bathing Toby!'

'No, it isn't,' said Toby shortly. 'I'm thirteen now - I shouldn't have my sister bathing me!''

Dame Topping said, in exasperation, 'Toby, you're just a kid. And everything with you is 'no-no' We really must deal with that, now.'

'Lucy,' she said, 'Before you give Toby his shower, just sit on this bench, then Toby will go tummy-down over your lap, and you'll need to work on that bottom of his for a while. It seems very necessary. Do you have a firm hand, a good spanking hand?'

'Oh yes, I play tennis all the time.'

Toby's mum said, 'Yes, Dame Topping is right. Sit on the bench, Lucy, and you get over her lap, Toby. You do need a few on your bottom.'

But Toby, his eyes filling again, knew that with Lucy smacking his bare bot he would really disgrace himself by bawling like a little kid.

Rather sulkily he said, 'Okay, she can shower me.'

'She doesn't need your permission,' said the Dame, a lttle sharply. 'Like the other boys, you don't have a choice.'

And the shower was just as embarrassing as Toby had feared. Dame Topping took charge..

'Soap your hands' she said to Lucy, 'then go over all of him thoroughly. And don't be shy about his sensitive spots. To wash his bottom make him bend right forward and get right in between his cheeks, then lift his willy and wash thoroughly all round it. He'll squirm a bit, he won't be able to help it, but smack his bottom hard if he wriggles too much. And of course he'll be shrieking at the top of his voice when you thoroughly wash his willy and in his bottom - a boy always does - but it's when he's making plenty of noise that you'll know you're doing a really good job.'

Mrs Pepperworth watched approvingly. 'We should have started this a long ago. She said, 'Toby, I'll have Lucy bath you at home from now on.' She smiled. 'The neighbours will hear the shrieks, and don't we all need a bit of a laugh sometimes!'

At last it was all over, and Toby, pink and tousle-headed, was vigorously dried with a large towel. He felt better now, and especially after he got his clothes back.

He wasn't staying at the school today, but going home until the start of the new term. But there was one more indication of possible things to come.

He was back in the Dame's study, his mother doing some final form-filling, when a schoolboy of Toby's age, about thirteen, came in. He wore the usual smart school uniform, with short grey trousers. Looking rather gloomy, he handed the Dame a note, and her face darkened as she read it.

'So, Oliver, Miss Trenchard says that you used a word.'

'I couldn't help it, Miss. I just didn't think.'

'Then we must help you to think, Oliver. You know that I take swearing very seriously indeed, and you know what happens here to a boy who swears.'

'Yes, Miss.'

'Tell me, Oliver - and I want our visitors to hear too.'

The boy, his face flaming and head down, half-mumbled, 'He has his pants taken down, Miss.'

'Quite,' said the Dame. Then, turning to Lucy, she asked, 'Lucy, do you spank your brother's bare bottom at home?'

'No!' said Lucy, surprised, while Toby stared.

'A pity. But Oliver's appearance at this time is fortunate, as you clearly need some tuition.'

She told Lucy to sit on the couch, and called Oliver to come over. She said to Lucy, 'Very well, get Oliver's pants down.'

Lucy was again slightly taken aback, but quickly recovered. Fumbling slightly, she undid the boy's school belt and trousers.

The youngster's eyes started to fill, as he knew what he was to get, but he didn't resist. It quite probably wasn't the first time.

Toby, though, felt sorry for the kid. Was a thirteen-year-old boy really going to get a bare-bottom spanking in front of them all? It didn't surprise him that Oliver was crying with shame.

'Come on, his trousers and underpants right down - right to his ankles,' ordered the Dame. 'Then everything else up - up as far as you can.'

Clearly there were no half-measures where the lady was concerned.

The unfortunate Oliver squirmed with embarrassment, but stood still otherwise, while Lucy grasped the rest of his clothes and hoisted them right up under his armpits.

'Over my knee!' she told the boy, keeping a firm grasp, and, as with the other boys, trying not to look too hard at his bare willy.

The Dame intervened. 'Take your time, Lucy. Yes - when a boy has his pants taken down for a spanking, the spanker doesn't just see his bottom, of course, but everything else too - as does anyone else who is present. And that's as it should be, because the extra shame is all part of the bad boy's punishment.'

Then she said, 'Very well, Lucy, you can attend to Oliver's bottom now.'

So in an instant the naughty thirteen-year-old was turned over, his pale bottom-cheeks twitching in anticipation.

'How many? asked Lucy.

'That's always up to the spanker. What you want is a good red colour spread evenly over both cheeks - and of course you want to hear plenty of noise from the other end. And the bad boy should be kicking. Then you are sure it's doing some good!'

'Very well, lift your bottom up!' Lucy ordered the culprit. Then..

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!….

After twelve very hard smacks all over his bottom the naughty youngster was screaming, also kicking his long legs, so Lucy decided that he'd had enough.

Released, schoolboy Oliver danced on the carpet, furiously rubbing his burning rear.

'Oh, my bottom, MY BOTTOM, MY BOTTOM!!'

'Very well, Oliver, 'said the Dame at length. 'You can pull your trousers up again - and perhaps you will guard your language more carefully now.'

But the thirteen-year-old schoolboy provided the final act to the whole affair, and also proved a credit to the Dame's schooling. When he had finished bawling, Dame Topping asked him, ''What do you say to Lucy, Oliver? Upon which the schoolboy went over to Lucy, wiping his eyes with one hand, holding up his pants with the other, and said (in exquisitely refined though husky tones), 'Thank you v-very much for s-spanking my b-bare bottom, Lucy. I will do my b-best to behave b-better from n-now on.'

Lucy, mouth slightly open, was at a loss for a moment, then she said, matching the boy's politeness, 'Please don't mention it!'

Toby's mother was even more impressed, and was convinced that Dame Topping's school had no equal for turning out young gentlemen. 'Can Toby start next week?' she asked.

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