The Portrait of a Strict Disciplinarian

New readers should start reading this novel at Chapter 1.  The chapters do not stand alone, but are sequential components of an erotic novel in which there are 36 chapters in all, which are intended to be read in numerical order. 

Miss Florence Forsyth, for that was her name, was a lady of a certain age, of a type which often goes with school secretaries.  Brad knew instinctively that no one, not even the Headmaster would ever dare even to call her Florence, let alone the obvious nickname of Flo; she just was not that kind of person. He guessed that she either lived with her aged mother or was a lesbian, who lived with her partner, whom no one ever saw; and as he later learned, the latter was correct. But there are horses for courses and who was he to judge her sexual preferences? Miss Forsyth had about her that air of formality, which no one, not even the Headmaster dared to penetrate. She did her job with dedicated efficiency like the cold fish that she gave the outward impression of being, which, by its very appearance, discouraged even a whisper of frivolous conversation with anyone at the school. This having been said, she was, as Brad now discovered, pleasantly direct with everyone and did everything she possibly could to point him in the right direction.

“The Headmaster tells me, Mr Caine,” she began, “That you are to teach mathematics to our flock, but that your official title is that of Chief Disciplinarian and that you will, in future, be in charge of all corporal punishment in this school.  I assume that the Headmaster has made you aware of the important role corporal punishment plays in the life of this school, for without it, given the antecedents and criminal proclivities of most of our inmates, the place would descend into anarchy overnight. You are, if I may be permitted to say so, taking on a very heavy and responsible task for one so young. But be that as it may ale me to wish you every success in your new post. Now, I doubt that the Headmaster, in his eagerness to explain the physical side of your duties to you, has touched on the fact that the law obliges us to keep a detailed record, signed by both the person administering the punishment, formally in official speak referred to as the flogger, and the boy being beaten, called the recipient.”

“Now, as the cane is used, in the classroom as well as, more formally and severely, in the Punishment Room, whereas the birch is used only in the Punishment Room, you will need to keep separate registers for each. You will require an ambulatory register, which you need to keep with you at all times and in which you must, by law, record any punishments you deliver in the classrooms. And believe me, Mr. Caine, you should have no illusions; you will find yourself obliged to cane boys in class quite frequently just to keep order, and you will need to keep the ambulatory punishment register on hand at all times, as it, by law, must be signed by you and then initialled by the boy you have just beaten immediately after his punishment.”

“But then you have the static register which can remain in the Punishment Room to record, in the same way, your punitive activities there. Then, at the end of each month, you will hand me both books and I will update our general register which consolidates all beatings given by all masters in the school. I can tell you now, Mr. Caine that you will be the main contributor to the consolidated register as you have taken a very onerous task upon your shoulders. You and you alone, will be the chief dispenser of – how shall I put it to make it sound less dreadful than it in fact is – corrective justice? Yes, I think that describes very accurately your punitive activities in this school. I then file the original loose pages of the two monthly registers in our central filing system and issue you with new pre-punched pages for the coming month; and so it goes on!”

“I do hope Mr. Caine that you will not find it presumptuous of me to tell you how to do your job, for which I am sure you are admirably qualified. You are a young man beginning your career and this is your first post; but you have to be aware that this is not a normal school and that its pupils cannot be considered or treated as normal schoolboys. The boys confined in this institution all have a long history of crime, usually combined with violence, which is why they have been sent here to keep them away from the public at large. I am sure that the Headmaster has already impressed on you that, as a new face, they will play you for all you are worth to see what they can get away with. You must not let them do this; you have to show them, from the first minute of the first day who is in charge and come down on even the slightest disobedience like a ton of bricks. You cannot afford to be soft on them; so banish all thoughts of giving them a second chance or the benefit of the doubt or I am afraid you will regret it. The only thing these lads understand and what keeps order in this school is discipline, discipline and more discipline, which is why you have the title of Chief Disciplinarian.”

“Here I have prepared for you, copies of the syllabuses of the courses you will be giving. We only have three levels of instruction in this School; but for reasons of security and to maintain the classes at a manageable size, the boys of each age group are split into several classes each of 30 individuals. So you will find yourself teaching the same stuff time and time again to different classes made up of boys of the same age group, of which we have only three: 16, 17 and 18. Many, if not most of our pupils are semiliterate and can barely read or write properly. And you may be surprised to learn – or perhaps not – that many of the lads can neither recite the multiplication tables nor the alphabet correctly. I am afraid that with your education, you will find yourself grossly overqualified for the teaching task facing you. But make no mistake, Mr. Caine; your main job will be to discipline the boys, which I think you will find is, in itself, quite a demanding task.”

”Now, here is the timetable of the classes you are to teach, with their exact times and locations.  All the classrooms in this place are identical and all are located in this rambling old converted mill building.  Each room has 30 old-fashioned, individual oak desks from the early 1900s, which are too heavy to be thrown around by the boys.  Although, that having been said, I gather that the three louts whom the Headmaster beat some three weeks or so ago, managed to smash up one of the desks in their classroom, for which they paid a very justifiably painful price. Anyway, as the desks are arranged in six rows of five deep, facing the front of the room, I thought it might helpful for you to have a number of copies of this room plan I have made for you. On it, I have marked every desk as a rectangle and I thought that if you wrote the name of its occupant in each rectangle – the boys are obliged always to sit in the same places – it would help you quickly to get to know your pupils by name.”

Brad left the secretary’s office impressed by Miss Forsyth’s forethought and organisational ability and saw why the Headmaster felt he could not run the school without her.  Having nothing special to do, he decided to return to his apartment and lie down to rest for an hour before lunch, as he was still exhausted by the physical effort he had expended on what had nevertheless been a gloriously satisfying, three-man session of hard sex the previous evening. To his surprise, as it was now almost eleven, he found that DD had decided to benefit from being on holiday and free of any teaching commitment until the New Year, had, after breakfast, returned to Brad’s apartment where Brad now found him still lounging around in his bed: the very bed in which the two of them together with Jonathan had, the previous evening, indulged themselves in an orgy of three-man sex.  You will remember that that same morning before breakfast, Brad had had bare-back sex with DD in the shower as a way of cementing their commitment to each other. That was the first time in their brief, but already deeply committed relationship, that they had had sex together without using condoms. And no matter what anyone might say, sex with a rubber film between the two parties is always second best to bare-back fucking, where direct skin on skin contact has that unique property of uniting the two bodies as a single entity.

Not for nothing does the Bible say in several different passages concerning the sexual union of a man and his wife; and they shall become one flesh. Well what is true between a man and his wife is equally true between two males, as was now the case between Brad and DD. Brad’s act of bare-back sex under the shower that morning, in which he had thrust his unsheathed penis deep into DD’s arse to bring him to orgasm, had allowed him to deposit his sperm deep inside his partner. Inevitably with no physiological consequences whatsoever, it had had a profound effect on DD’s psyche. The direct contact of flesh on flesh and the fact that DD was now holding Brad’s sperm inside of himself had, for DD, moved their relationship onto a totally different level. When Brad had fucked DD in the shower, it had been an impromptu gesture to show him that their relationship although new, was rock-solid and that he had nothing to fear from Jonathan.

What Brad had not foreseen, was that so profound had been the effect of what he had done to DD, without any thought of what might be the consequences. What had been an impromptu, bare-back fuck by Brad, had turned into the act which, to DD, confirmed their commitment to each other in a way that had never entered Brad’s mind as he had grabbed him from behind and shafted him under the running water.  But after Brad had left him to go and see the Headmaster, DD, left to himself as he had been, had had what can but be described as an epiphany.  It was true that DD had felt somewhat side-lined, in the way that Brad had sensed the following morning, in that he seemed to be neglecting him, having taken Jonathan under his wing. But he had that morning understood that the reason for Brad’s sudden action under the shower was to reassure him that all was well between them. DD, had never before, had bare-back sex with anyone. But that single act by Brad, undertaken without any deep thought, had had the most profound effect on him. It had more than accomplished its initial task of reassurance that all was well between them; DD, with a dose of Brad’s semen inside him, was now more madly in love with his new partner and could not bear to think of ever losing him.  It was exactly as if what had happened between them under the shower had been the deflowering of a virgin by her husband on their wedding night. For DD, at least, it had been a life- changing experience.

But there was an important difference between Brad and DD, and a newly-married young couple on their wedding night. Sex between a man and a woman is essentially a one-way affair; the man impregnates and the woman conceives. But between two males, sex is very much a mutual, give-and-take act, as each partner is capable of doing exactly the same thing to the other. And that is precisely why DD was waiting for Brad to return. It was not that DD was gasping for a fuck in the way that Jonathan had been on his unexpected arrival the previous evening. But he desperately wanted to cement their relationship by doing for Brad exactly what Brad had done for him: to share himself bare-back with Brad and deposit his own seed inside his partner. It is strange how things are so often turned on their heads. Initially, Brad, who had immediately been attracted to DD, so much so that he had had sex with him on their very first meeting, had then been somewhat reluctant to commit himself totally to DD until he was sure that DD had no other close lovers who could muddy the water of their budding relationship. But now it was DD, who was fearful of losing his lover and was anxious to cement their union and not lose Brad to another man: the highly attractive and sexually very desirable Jonathan.

“Well, well, well, DD, what a surprise to find you still here; or now that I know you a little better, is it? Were you waiting for me, in my bed, I might add, in the hope we might have sex together yet again? My God, DD, you are really insatiable.”

“Brad, look here, it’s not about sex, and I am not waiting here in the hope of another fuck; well I suppose, in a way, I am; but not in the way I am sure you are thinking of me right now as an insatiable sex fiend. Look Brad, please come and sit down on the bed beside me, as I need to talk to you about something really serious: in fact, it’s about you and me and the future of our relationship.”

On hearing these words, Brad’s heart fell. It was what he had feared. DD was going to leave him.  He had been right when he thought that DD’s nose was a bit out of joint in view of what had transpired with Jonathan. He knew that he had come on rather strongly to Jonathan and had sensed that DD had resented it and had felt excluded when he and Jonathan had gone off together into the bedroom, leaving DD stranded with a hard on and no one to share it with.  But he had, that very morning just three hours ago, tried to put things right between them in the shower. However, his peace offering had obviously failed; so now, it was as he had feared from the start, DD was about to tell him that it was all over between them.

It is quite amazing how wrong a person can be in reading the tea-leaves. Anyway, it was with a heavy heart that Brad went and sat down on his bed, in which DD was lying totally naked.  DD began: “Brad, I have something very serious I need to discuss with you.”  DD went on and unburdened himself and his innermost thoughts to Brad. “So, you see, Brad I have been waiting here for you to come back and I do want to have sex with you right now, but not for the reasons you were thinking. Brad, after you took me bareback in the shower this morning, I knew I had fallen totally and utterly in love with you, which, frankly I guess I had been since the first moment we met. But after that business with Jonathan, I felt I was going to lose you to him; but then, after what you did to me in the shower this morning, I just knew that you felt the same way about me. You know Brad, what you did to me in the shower; well, afterwards, it made me feel absolutely great; it just felt so right. What what I really want right now, is for you to allow me to do to you what you did to me this morning. I want to have bareback sex with you and take both of us through to orgasm and blow my load into you as you did with yours into me. In that way I shall feel that we have truly cemented our relationship and have become one flesh: an indivisible, life-long item. Brad, you can see that, can’t you? So yes, I have been waiting for you to come back to have sex with you;  not the sex of lust, but the sex of love  as I want you to know exactly how much you matter to me.”

To say that Brad was relieved that he had been so totally wrong about DD was understatement of the century; in fact, after DD’s outpourings, he was overjoyed that he had been so very wrong. Brad had very cautiously entered into this relationship with DD, as he knew that he himself had wanted the same sort of permanent commitment he had had with Simon. His fear had been all along had been that DD would be a transient lover and disappear from his life. So when DD had begun his discourse, Brad had automatically feared the worst and was already blaming himself for coming on too strong to Jonathan and thereby potentially wrecking what he already knew was a great relationship with DD, with whom he found himself to be sexually completely compatible. And now it was somewhat ironic that that DD had exactly the same fears as he himself had had and that he might leave DD for Jonathan.

As you will probably have guessed, Brad could do nothing but succumb to DD, which he gladly did, as it allowed DD to confirm his commitment to their new-born relationship in a very positive way.  DD, whose normal, vigorous signature-style was quite the opposite to that which the late Simon had lavished on Brad, on this  occasion proved himself to be more than capable of expressing his love for his partner through the act of sex. And as DD sank his cock bareback inside his mate, Brad immediately realised that here was a deeper side to DD’s character than he had hitherto experienced. Was it because DD was having sex bareback with him for the first time; or was it because DD was making a supreme effort to show Brad just how much he loved him?  Either way, DD managed to endow the sex act with an almost a religious significance; it was as if he and Brad were enacting a sacrament together to sanctify their union. But as DD now showed, he was capable of not only understanding, but also meeting, Brad’s needs, as he increased his thrusting in both in speed and force to bring them both to that to the edge of that ultimate goal; the simultaneous orgasm.  But such skill did DD show on this occasion, that he was able to take Brad to the very edge of orgasm and hold him there until he could see his partner had reached such a level of tension that he was about to explode. Then, and only then  did he thrust one final time, before taking them both into that sublime state of euphoria, which always accompanies the male orgasm.

Perhaps because this very sex act was imbued with love, both DD and Brad had enormous ejaculations. As he had wished, DD shot his own generous load deep inside of Brad, thereby by achieving his objective of sharing himself totally with his partner and becoming as near to one flesh with Brad, in the most intimate way that two men ever can.  Brad, meanwhile, who was not using a condom either, having been brought to such a tremendous climax, shot his entire, enormous load of semen all over the bed on which they were lying. It is safe to say that after DD’s stellar performance, both young men were exhausted.  But Brad had totally understood how DD had felt and the reason why he had wanted to act as he had. Impregnated, if that is the right word, with DD’s sperm and DD impregnated with his,  Brad saw that the two sex acts, the first of which he had committed under the shower that morning, had laid to rest that very same, unspoken fear of separation that both of them had been harbouring. Both physically and emotionally, DD and he could never come any closer together then they now were. And Brad knew, after DD’s outpourings and actions, that their relationship, which was really quite new, was rock-solid, as it was based on mutual love of the one for the other.  He felt, in his bones, that in spite of everything, he had found a worthy successor to the late lamented Simon.

It was getting towards lunch time, so to rid themselves of the inimitable smell of sex and to wash away Brad’s semen and the mutual sweat from their bodies, they again went under the shower together. However, they just kissed and fondled each other, as both of them realised that DD’s stellar performance did not require either an encore from him or a response from Brad.

Later, over lunch, Brad was introduced to his new colleagues, all of whom were older – in fact, very much older – than either Brad or DD. But they all welcomed Brad with apparent open arms in spite of his obvious youth.  After lunch, as they were all drinking coffee, an elderly master, who, by his very bearing, was obviously a senior figure among his colleagues, came up to Brad and said, in an avuncular fashion: “Well, my dear fellow, you really are a most welcome addition to the staff of this place. We were all totally delighted when the Headmaster announced to us that had finally managed to recruit someone to fill the post vacated by your predecessor, who simply was not up to the physical exigencies of the job. But I think I can speak for my colleagues, when I say that we are all pleased to welcome a young new colleague, who will largely relieve us of the irksome job of correcting boys in class.”

“To use a modern idiom, most of us are well passed our use-by-date when it comes to warming a boy’s backside in class with the cane, an unpleasant act, but one which is becoming ever more necessary to maintain order. But, quite frankly, a well-beaten arse – if you will pardon my vulgarity – is worth a thousand words; it is the only language this dangerous set of petty-criminal, ne’er-do-wells understands.  So, my dear Caine, your advent is most welcome – most welcome indeed – as it will ease the strain of administering beatings ourselves, an act which we, the older members of staff, are finding increasingly difficult to perform satisfactorily. So, young man, in your key role as Chief Disciplinarian of this establishment,  I think I can promise you that your punishment parades will be well attended and you will have  an adequate supply of – let me call them – clients, on whom to work your undoubted magic with the cane. The Headmaster has informed us that you are a highly experienced young man, and I can but wish you on behalf of my colleagues and myself, every success in your new post”

After lunch, DD took Brad on a tour of the school to show him where the various classrooms were located.   Brad noticed, to his immense satisfaction, that every room they visited was equipped with a leather- covered beating stool and that a vicious-looking, straight-handled, senior rattan-cane was hanging on a hook beside the door.

Continued in Chapter 18