By Jamie
Copyright 2023 by Jamie, all rights reserved
* * * * *Harstons Chapter 6
Sunday
The
first Sunday of term passed quietly as boys settled in, there was
plenty of activities to do, as well time just to relax or catch up on
any homework as well of course a delicious Sunday roast for lunch. The
upper sixth were all but one looking forward to the evening. Young
Casey had his close friends for company, but he was clear he didn’t
want to discuss the impending whacking preferring to enjoy the day.
After tea, the upper sixth gathered up their towels and trunks, left
the lower 6th in charge of the house, with Phil reminding them that
over the course of the term they would be nominating names to Mr.
Taylor as future prefects. Any misbehaving boy could be reported by a
lower 6th member during the evening to the prefects. No doubt there
would be a couple of names for the first prefects court next Friday a
prospect that excited all of the Six.
They gathered in the
pool at 7pm. They took up their seats grouped together half way down on
the two rows of wooden benches which ran along the side wall of the
pool building. In front of them was the lifeguards highchair. A small
table was standing beside it. There was quiet as Phil entered from the
changing room carrying a size 10 plimsoll in his right hand.
He spoke , "we all know why we are here to allow me as House Captain to
have one practice session giving a house thrashing, whereby a boy is
given 8 whacks bare in front of the sixth form. Last year this wasn’t
required so none of us have seen this. Casey Carter is our sacrificial
volunteer, and we will do this as if he has been sentenced by the
prefects court for real. The procedure you will witness is as laid down
in the house punishment book. Right let’s begin."
He turned
and looked towards the changing room and the boys saw the Captain of
Sport emerge followed by Carter who was completely naked, a sight
no-one expected. Behind him the House Secretary followed carrying the
house punishment book and the third envelope.
The procession
walked down in silence and stopped in front of the assemble watchers
and turned to face them. Youngman placed the book on the table with the
letter, and then sat down with the others.
Carter stood
there hands to his side his full nakedness on view. Now this group had
spent the last 4 years growing up together, so seeing each other naked
was not any big deal, but in this situation being the only one naked
was a completely different matter. Carter was about 5 ft 6 inches tall,
slim build, no fat, and had a body that was more like a 15 year old
than a 17 year old. He had no body hair apart from around his willy
where there was a patch of blond hair. Being so fair it almost looked
as if he had none. His willy was soft and small about 2 inches in
length resting on small balls. Although small everything was in
proportion. He felt the eyes of his 14 housemates upon him. He was
determined to put on a brave face and prove himself man enough.
David Roberts spoke, "by order of the prefects court you are to receive
a house thrashing from the Captain of the House. This will be 8 strikes
of the plimsoll on your bare bottom. Assume the position"
Carter turned and walked over to the lifeguards chair and bent over his
hands gripping onto the bar which was beneath the high chair. He bent
his body, so his back was pretty horizontal. Roberts stepped up to the
other side and took hold of his wrists to ensure he remained in place.
The chair had been placed centrally so that everyone could see him from
the side and the Davis stood on the other side to deliver the
punishment. He would have to be careful, if he took too many steps back
he would fall in the pool! He spread the boys legs a little wider
,stepped back and paused. All was totally silent. Casey was gritting
his teeth, trying to relax his body in anticipation. He was looking
down rather than up at the face of Roberts. Everyone else was watching
Davis as he prepared to deliver the first blow.
He swung his
right arm back and then in a smooth motion brought the plimsoll down
and across the bare bottom with a resounding whack. The noise echoed
around the building. Carter gasped and gripped the bar harder. Davis
delivered three more in quick succession, ensuring that there were 2 on
each cheek. The 4 hard whacks came very quickly, and poor Carter felt
as if his bottom was on fire. He had managed just to yelp out or grunt
thus far but knew the next four would hurt even more.
There
was absolute silence as the boys looked on. Davis stepped forward and
placed his hand on the boy’s bottom feeling the heat and spoke quietly,
"are you okay, able to continue?"
Carter nodded not trusting
himself to speak. Davis' touch was gentle more a caress as he assessed
the impact so far. Casey felt a little confused by this and realised
his willy had responded a little to the gentle touch. "My God, not now
here" he thought.
Davis stepped back and delivered a further
2 hard whacks which both elicited a cry of anguish from Carter. He
couldn’t hold it back. The boys watching also noticed how his now a
little larger willy swung forward and back with the whacks, this
brought a few grins.
“6. Stand up Carter and take a deep
breath.” Ordered Davis knowing full well that by ordering the boy to
stand up the burgeoning half erection would be fully in view. Carter
blushed as he took his breaths, noticing how everyone was now looking
at his middle. The full impact of the gaze only served to stiffen
rather than relax him.
“Back over boy”.
The final two
were given in quick succession to the youngest boy present, he vented
forth his pain quite loudly and his willy swung up and down with
impact.
"8 all done now Carter, you may stand up.” Roberts
let go of the boy’s arms as Carter stood up gingerly his bottom
extremely red and his willy pointing upwards. He turned to face his
beater, who smiled and said, " well done" and held out his hand. Carter
took and shook it acutely aware not only of the pain in his bum but
also of his erection. .
"Looks like you got a kick out of that
kiddo" said Jason Forster, the groups comic. Laughter followed and the
poor boy blushed even more.
Davis shushed them, “the final
part of a house thrashing is a 10 minute display. Stand in the middle
Carter hands on head. Ten minutes without moving or speaking.”
The boy stood as instructed, turmoil rushing through his mind as he was
embarrassed, feeling proud of surviving the whacking and fearful that
his cock would embarrass him. The rest of the upper sixth stood up and
began chatting, some wondered off to get changed for a swim whilst
others just looked at the youngster. A small group including Jason
Forster came over.
“Look guys this is a rare occasion. I’m not
talking about Casey being whacked, it’s more that for ten minutes he is
not allowed to talk! Our loquacious friend is muted.”
“Big word Jason” someone commented.
“Why thank you kind Sir. Not though as big as Casey’s hard-on though. Never seen his willy so big. Definitely a grower boys.”
“Don’t be nasty Forster. I think Casey has proved himself to be a man
this evening” chided Patrick Hayter another of the group. “You’ve been
a hero Casey and don’t let Forsters’ jibes get to you. He would have
whinged about it all not being fair, but you stood up and took it mate.”
The ten minutes passed quickly as other boys got changed and dived into
the pool and soon Casey was able to join them, no need for any trunks
at this stage, he was keen to allow the cooler water to ease his
reddened bottom. After the end of the free swim, Andy Johnson blew his
whistle ordering everyone out of the pool and they gathered round
drying themselves off as requested by Tom Youngman.
"I think
we can all agree that Casey has done us proud. Well done, our little
naked friend, time for your reward” he handed the still naked boy the
3rd envelope. “Open it and read it aloud to us all.”
Casey
took the envelope his hand a little shaky and opened it pulling out
again a single sheet of paper like the other two envelopes. He coughed;
his throat was rather dry. He looked up at the lads all in their
regulation black swim trunks, all looking back at him. He decided
quickly to move on lest he get embarrassed again.
"To the
volunteer sacrifice. In recognition that the volunteer has accepted a
beating even though no offence has been committed and in front of the
Upper Sixth he shall be awarded a measure of compensation. This
compensation will come in the form of a monetary donation from each
member of the Upper 6th who shall give the sum of two pounds, giving a
total of £26 and the House Captain who shall give £4. The £30 will be
presented by the House Captain to the volunteer as a thank you. The
House Secretary shall be responsible for collecting the money. "
For the first time that evening he smiled, “thanks very much lads.”
Phil spoke, "a fair exchange I think for all of us who avoided a
whacking, I’m sure each of us will give willingly. Thank you Casey for
allowing me to practice on you, we might gents get to see the real
thing this year, but I’m sure no bottom will be as rounded and
spankable as this one here.. Turn round Casey let me see my handiwork."
He ran his hands over the reddened bottom, "I apologize in advance for
the bruises which will no doubt appear."
A round of applause broke out for Casey, who blushed again but this time for a different reason, the adulation of his peers.