Stephens gets 30 strokes of the Headmaster's cane

“Come in Stephens. Stand there boy.” Stephens eyes are riveted on the cane which was displayed on top of my desk. I noted a slight bulge in the front of his trousers. Not unusual in a boy about to receive a severe bare bottom caning from the Headmaster. "You are already aware that Matron is attending your caning to apply first aid to your bare bottom when the caning has been completed. I have also invited your French teacher Mademoiselle Oiseau as a second witness so that she can see at first hand how we deal with arrogant young men like you who think they can behave as they wish in order to get a cheap laugh from their classmates. You are an utter disgrace to the school boy. What are you boy?” “An utter disgrace to the school Sir.” “Mademoiselle Oiseau I would like you to sit here so that you can see Stephens anguished, contorted and scarlet red face as the cane is applied with maximum force to his bare bottom and the tears start to flow uncontrollably. If you will sit here Matron where you will have a full view of Stephens bare bottom as the cane takes full and increasing effect as successive strokes are applied. Then halfway through the caning I would like you both to swap over seats so you each have the opportunity to see both views. The proceedings will now begin. Stephens you will now remove your shoes and all your clothes including your socks. I want you totally naked boy. “Yes Sir”

As he removes his tight white bottom hugging pants it is obvious that Stephens has a full, hard and uncontrollable erection. Ms Oiseau gasps. “Don’t worry Mademoiselle. Rampant erections are common when a fit young boy is about to have his bare bottom caned by his Headmaster. Now bend over boy and hold on tightly to that footstool with your legs spread wide apart and your bottom pushed right out so that your cheeks are well parted and Matron has a fully unimpeded view of your bottom, your anus and your testicles. Get on with it boy. Bottom right out that’s right. Now hold that position and raise your head so that Mademoiselle Oiseau has a full view of your face while you are being caned. Not so funny now is it boy? “No Sir” “Taking a picture of Mademoiselle Oiseau’s bottom while she was bending over wasn’t quite such a good idea now was it Stephens?” “No Sir” I note with satisfaction that tears were already starting to form in Stephens eyes. I reached into my desk drawer and pulled out a clockwork kitchen timer. “Right Stephens I am now going to set this timer for 3 minutes to allow you to contemplate your misdeeds in total silence and the painful retribution which awaits you just after the bell rings. Tick tok tick tok tick tok etc etc etc………………………

the silence and suspense is deafening………………………………………………………….3 minutes later....

DING. I remove my black gown and take off my jacket hanging it carefully on the back of my chair. I make a show of undoing my right shirt cuff and rolling up my shirt sleeve revealing a well muscled rugby players arm. I re don the black gown, pick up the cane from the desk and walk slowly around to take up position to the naked Stephens left and take my time adjusting my caning stance to ensure this caning would the most painful ever. “30 strokes of the cane on your bare bottom Stephens with 5 second gaps between the strokes and a 30 second break after stroke 15 to allow the ladies to change places” Do you understand boy?” “Yes Sir” came the strangled response. I am pleased to see, as I suspect are the ladies, that Stephens very imppressive erect penis remains hard and rampant I tap the cane gently across the centre of Stephens delightfully attractive bottom minutely fine tuning my stance in readiness for the first brutal merciless stroke of the cane. Tap tap tap.....

I raise the cane high over my right shoulder at full arms length.......the ladies are leaning forward expectantly.....

I bring it down in a wide swinging powerful swishing arc with every ounce of my strength where it cuts deeply into the boys beautiful bottom with a deafening ear spitting CRACK which makes both the ladies jump and Stephens gasps in agony arching his back but to his credit does not break his grip on the stool. Arrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhh.... CRACK CRACK CRACK Stephens is now sobbing and gasping uncontrollably and making a frightful noise so I pause the caning, open another drawer and take out a large ball gag which I insert into Stephens wide open mouth before fastening the straps tightly around the back of his head. No more howling now, just very muffled shrieks. The caning continues......

CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK

The ladies are both spellbound and I suspect highly aroused as am I as well as breathing heavily with the considerable exertion. “Change places please Ladies.” Matron dabs a little blood from Stephens bottom with a Kleenex tissue as she passes to the other chair. Stephens erection is still proudly on show. I am beginning to admire the boy. “15 strokes to come boy. You have done well so far.” CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK Stephens collapses in a heap on the floor sobbing uncontrollably and rubbing his blooded bottom as if his life depended on it. The erection is still visible for all to see. I am breathing heavily. “Well done boy. You took it well. Lesson learned I hope. You can get up now boy” “Can you take him away and clean him up please Matron.” “Yes Headmaster. I will also deal with this” she said pointing at the still impressively erect penis. “Good idea Matron. Kind of you and well deserved.” “Can I come please” said Mademoiselle Oiseau. “Of course you can" came Matron's immediate reply. "You can help me with both tasks Mademoiselle" “Oh and Headmaster…I’ll report back to deal with you after I have finished with Stephens.”

"Thank you Matron."