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. 

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Following the flogging of David Travis, which really was Brad’s first true act in his role of Chief Disciplinarian, Monday saw him deal with David Newby, who proved more docile than his predecessor. David Hallam finally arrived at the School at the end of the week and Friday evening again found Brad and DD in the punishment room, facing a totally unrepentant and recalcitrant young man of seventeen. By the time they arrived, Hallam had been showered and the guards were in the process of stripping him of his shorts, an act which he was resisting.

The Head Warder, Turner, who was on hand to supervise the guards, turned to Brad and said: “Sorry to be behind with the preparation of this new inmate, sir; but he has proved difficult to control as he resisted even taking a shower and is now refusing take off his shorts, which as you can see, the guards are now having to deal with.  We had to drag him down here from the showers, sir.  But don’t worry, sir, in a couple of minutes, we’ll have him strapped in place and ready for your attention sir. And if you’ll pardon me saying so, sir, if ever there was a lad who deserved to have his backside flogged, it’s this one, sir.  Anyone can see just by looking at him, that he’s a wrong’un sir.”

David Hallam, who had now been divested of his shorts, stood there held by the two guards. He was an ugly and menacing, powerfully built, young man, about six feet in height and must have weighed over 200 pounds, all of which was solid bone and muscle. His body was heavily inked; he had tattoos the full length of both arms and on his chest which was very muscular and was obviously the result of a great deal of exercise. Both his ears had been pierced and he was wearing ear-rings. His left nipple and his left nostril had also been pierced and fitted with gold rings. Deprived of his shorts and held by the guards as he now was, he had no means of concealing his genitalia, which were surprisingly modest for such a big and powerful young man. Hallam was clearly sensitive about the small size of his endowment and on the motto that the best form of defence is attack, he looked defiantly at Brad and DD and said: “What do you two perverts think you are looking at? Take your eyes of my crotch or I’ll kick you both in the balls for starters. I eat the likes of you for breakfast.”

Hallam had had a series of convictions since the early age of fourteen   But his latest crime, in which he had menaced an elderly man with knife when he refused to hand over his wallet as demanded, had landed him with a two year sentence at Moulton Midmarsh and a court order for fifteen strokes of the birch. Brad, with with two judicial floggings under his belt in the past week, had no intention of letting a dangerous lout like Hallam get away with a simple birching. If ever there was a case for throwing the book at someone, it was was at this arrogant and dangerous young man.

Looking at Hallam, Brad now said: “Hallam, you have been sentenced by the court to two years of imprisonment in this School, where my colleagues and I will attempt to reform you. But the court has, very wisely in my view, also sentenced you to fifteen strokes of the birch to be applied to your bare buttocks.”

He was interrupted by an outburst from Hallam who said: “So that’s why you perverts have had me stripped naked, is it??  Well what are you waiting for? Cut the cackle and get on with it. But I warn you, if you lay one finger on my arse, you can say good-by to your  balls, as I will not only kick you in the crotch the first time I get the chance, but I will come after you and cut your balls off, you little pervert.”

Brad now continued: “Hallam, thank you for comments. I am glad that you interrupted me when you did, as your remarks have allowed me to revise what I was about to say to you. You, young man, will shortly learn, to your regret, that words do have consequences in this School. Taking what you have so menacingly said so far, and in light of your bad behaviour since your arrival here this morning, I have decided that the sentence of the court is totally inadequate to teach a person such as you a lesson. Therefore, young man, by the power invested in me as Chief Disciplinarian of this School, I have decided to revise your punishment as follows: you will first receive twelve strokes of the paddle prior to the fifteen strokes of the birch ordered by the court. But then, to complete your punishment, you will finally be given fifteen additional strokes of the rattan cane.”

“So, Hallam, thanks to your threats and bad behaviour, you have increased your initial punishment from fifteen strokes of the birch to a total of forty-two strokes in all. I have to tell you, before you complain that I have the right to give any boy I wish a maximum of forty-eight strokes in all, at any one time, which I will have no hesitation in doing if you continue in our present vein. Young man, I suggest you do not test me, as I mean what I say; and unlike your hollow threats, they are made by an animal, which not only roars but also bites. And I draw your attention to the fact that I can give you – and will have no hesitation in doing so – up to four dozen cuts across your bare arse each time you misbehave. So beware, boy, your arse will be permanently on the line for the next two years. Misbehave and you will feel it; and believe me, it will not be pleasant.”

Then addressing the guards, who were still holding Hallam fast: “Gentlemen, the time for action has come, so if you will kindly strap this hoodlum to the birching frame, I will introduce his backside to the sort of pain, which, as I have just told him, if he continues on his present course, will become a regular feature of his life. Now, once Hallam is firmly in place you gentlemen may leave and I will call you when it it is time to take this miserable specimen of humanity to his dormitory. I think you will find that you will have no resistance this time as I will have beaten all confrontational truculence out of him.”

Brad applied twelve, resounding cuts of the paddle in two sets of six each to Hallam’s meaty buttocks. The size of the paddle meant that with the first swats, three on each buttock, left the lad’s entire arse throbbing with pain, which was now to become intensified as the second six swats added their painful message. By the time this so-called preconditioning of Hallam’s buttocks was concluded, his face already streaming with tears and the lad was already in utter agony. But Brad was totally relentless as he now applied the fifteen judicial strokes of the 4 mm birch to Hallam’s already palpitating buttocks, each stroke of which elicited howls of appreciation from the unfortunate recipient.

The birch is similar in one way to the paddle: it distributes it painful message of retribution across a wide area. However, unlike the paddle, which by its monolithic nature leaves the recipient with a dull, but nevertheless significantly painful arse, the birch, by virtue of its many small filaments, leaves a network of extremely painful fine welts in its wake, some which usually ooze a few drops of blood. And it is precisely this insidiously progressive feature of landing repeatedly on the same area and gradually building up pain, which renders it so very feared. As the birching proceeds, the pain gradually gets worse and worse until it becomes well nigh unsupportable by the recipient, who nevertheless has no option but to bear it.

But neither the paddle nor the birch can cause quite as much damage as a well applied cane.  The cane concentrates the entire force of every stroke into one well defined furrow of pain. Unlike the birch, where the pain builds up gradually, the cane delivers its full force from the very first stroke and then, as the beating progresses, stroke after stroke repeatedly delivers the same painful message. So a twelve cut caning, if applied parallel, can eventually cover the entire area of a lad’s buttocks in individual wheals, which are as well defined as the furrows of a ploughed field.  But if the cane is applied to a well-birched arse already reverberating with pain, as was the case with Hallam, then its effect is indescribably painful for the recipient.

Hallam was already sobbing uncontrollably and begging for mercy as Brad now prepared himself to deliver the final fifteen cuts of the cane to what was already, by any standards, a well beaten arse. Brad placed his first nine, swingeing cuts evenly spaced and strictly parallel to each other, from the bottom of Hallam’s back to the top of his legs. Each time, as the cane landed and delivered it painful message with the inimitable, sharp crack of seasoned rattan mating with muscular raw flesh, Hallam, already in agony, screamed  out in pain and repeatedly begged Brad to stop; but the beating went on relentlessly. Brad did not hold back at all, but neither did he attempt to double any of the strokes as he wanted to leave Hallam’s arse with a truly well-finished, artistic look. After the nine parallel cuts he paused for five minutes to allow Hallam to appreciate the effect of the cane, before applying the six remaining strokes diagonally in the form of gating strokes.  

He finally stood back and admired his handiwork of fifteen livid, crimson welts, some oozing drops of blood where the cane had broken the already fragile skin, and felt satisfied that he had truly carried out his duty as Chief Disciplinarian. He had not hesitated to give Hallam what was probably the most severe punishment of his life. And when he called back the guards to release Hallam from the birching horse, the lad had totally lost any former braggadocio and was limp as a dead leaf. His arse was a bleeding mess, but although he had suffered a fate possibly more painful than death and would feel the effects for several days, his buttocks had suffered no permanent damage and would recover; and, if he did not mend it his ways, they would soon be ready for a further dose of retribution. Most importantly he had been taught an important lesson:  he could not shoot off his mouth and issue menacing threats with impunity as an inmate of the School. Words did count and had very painful consequences.

Continued in Chapter 26.