The Other Tom Brown's Schooldays 5

By Pueros

Chapter 5 – Lessons

(Northumberland, England, September 1803)

Jonathan, dressed in just his underpants and shivering slightly because his lovely body had not yet become accustomed to spending part of the autumn mornings outside in such sparse attire, found his naked new friends, as Flashmale had promised, shortly before 6 o’clock. The night had fortunately not become too cool because the sky had clouded over. This diffused the moonlight but that did not matter to the young nudes as they slept soundly in each other’s arms. The dormleader did not find his friends’ intimacy strange or embarrassing for most of the other newcomers had been forced into such embraces in this wood in order to keep warm during their own initiation two weeks previously. Some, including himself and his newly acquired best friend, Timothy, had afterwards secretly maintained their intimacy.

Jonathan gently shook Tom and Christopher on the shoulders to wake them and, when the boys broke their embrace, smiled at the little erections that they had maintained despite their slumber. He welcomed them to their second day at Soddomhall School by saying “Wake up, sleepy-eyed lovers, it’s time for our runs!” Both newcomers blushed when their senses realised what they had just been called, remembered that they were unclothed and told them that they were still humiliatingly hard. They immediately covered their embarrassment with their hands. The dormleader tried to alleviate his friends’ discomfort by advising “Don’t worry, I seem to get like that quite often these days and so do the others. Some of the 13 and 16 years olds, with whom we share our bathroom, have enormous, seemingly constantly hard, cocks. You’ll see for yourselves soon when we have our baths after completing our runs. You’ll eventually get used to such sights, as well as making your own contributions to them!”

Tom and Christopher stood up, still hiding their genitals despite Jonathan’s words. The dormleader was holding two pairs of underpants and explained “They’re yours, retrieved from the laundry basket. However, you can’t put them on until we reach the main door. Only then is your initiation complete. So, let’s get going or we’ll be late for our runs!” The two newcomers temporarily used their hands to brush the leaves off their bodies before returning them to their protection duties. They winced when they rubbed the foliage off their still-sore red-striped bums.

The threesome walked rapidly across the dew-covered playing field towards the imposing main entrance of the school. The wet grass brought goosepimples back to all three sublime bodies. As they neared the double doorway, they all observed that the clock above indicated that it was five minutes before six. They also saw that there were many faces peering out of the multitude of windows along the school’s front façade, both men and boys. The newcomer’s little erections both intensified.

Once the doors were reached, Jonathan gave Tom and Christopher their underpants, marked on the inside, like the rest of the school uniform, with a tiny white label indicating their names in indelible ink, and the boys were more than happy to redress. “Initiation successfully completed!” declared the dormleader with a smile, which was reciprocated by the newcomers. “We now have to go to the playing field at the back of the school,” Jonathan advised, “for that’s were everyone assembles at 6 o’clock for the run.” The threesome now strolled round the exterior of the main school building to the rear field where they were soon joined by almost 600 other, similarly clad, boys, aged from 10 to 17 from years 1 to 8. Prefects from Adonis House had already taken up positions around the route of the run to prevent cheating.

Flashmale emerged from the school’s back entrance and shouted, through a megaphone, “Ready, steady, go!” The refrain immediately brought back bad memories to both Tom and Christopher and the dull pain caused by the 5 red stripes on their delicious 10 years old bottoms seemed to increase. All boys now ran slowly across the field towards the far wood on the opposite side of the school complex from the one where the newcomers had spent the night. There was soon the usual stationary bottleneck, whilst almost 600 boys funnelled into a path only about two yards wide, before Tom and Christopher, accompanied by Jonathan, found themselves running along the muddy track, a well-trodden route that they would follow many times over the next eight years.

The threesome was led in front by some 16 years olds who quickly outpaced them. They were later overtaken by a number of older boys, most of them eager to complete the morning preliminaries in order to have breakfast. However, there were some who were less keen for they were dreading morning assembly. As during the gathering on the playing field, many took the opportunity to ogle the newcomers and regretted that they did not have the time or opportunity to acquaint themselves with the youngsters, particularly their bodies. However, all knew that the delicious forms were undoubtedly, like certain parts of the school, out of bounds for pupils and that the repercussions of disobeying this restriction would be very severe if caught.

It took forty minutes for the threesome to complete the run amongst the younger stragglers and, guided through the maze of corridors by Jonathan, they had to rush to their bathroom for the delights of cold ablutions. Many of the faster 13 and 16 years olds from Phaeton House, who shared the bathroom with the 10 years old, had already finished, although a few did dally in order to see the new boys in the nude more closely than they had been able previously. They chose to risk the wrath of the watching prefects in order to do so. When not required to guard the route of the morning run, three prefects were allocated to each of the three House bathrooms to make sure that the bathing took place proficiently and without hanky-panky. Most liked the task because it gave them the opportunity of checking the nude forms of their younger brethren in case any of the otherwise unallocated boys were developing into the types who would find favour in the 18 years olds’ beds.

Tom and Christopher, exhausted from the run and rushed by the time, followed Jonathan’s display of uninhibited bravery and quickly stripped, placing their underpants in the appropriate basket, and plunged into one of the cold baths. It was crowded with other 10 years old from their dormitory and some older boys. Most were at least semi-erect, despite the cold water, through the stimulation provided by being seen naked and being surrounded by many handsome nude boys. A couple of the 16 years olds, accidentally on purpose, brushed their hands against the newcomers bare backs as they left the bath, gaining a sweet intensification in their hard-ons as reward for their daring.

After first cleaning their teeth with their fingers, smeared with the white paste provided for the purpose in large jars, the shivering threesome speedily washed, dried and returned to their dormitory, the three prefects and others enjoying the sight of their gorgeous young bare bodies as they proceeded. The three boys redressed swiftly and ran to the main hall. They arrived at the hatch to collect their filling but unappetising porridge and cup of water just as the school clock chimed 7 o’clock. All the dishes and cups of all the boys in the hall had been returned to the hatches by twenty past the hour when the headmaster, teachers and physician entered onto the hall platform, with the exception of the organist who assumed position next to the musical instrument.

Dr.Strapam stood at the lectern to deliver his daily sermon whilst the others on the stage sat on their chairs. The Headmaster’s short monologue concerned the Godliness of being pure in mind and body. The organ then started the music for the opening hymn, very appropriate for this harvest time of year. When Dr.Strapam heard the refrain “We plough the fields and scatter the good seed on the ground….”, he, as usual, substituted certain words in his own mind. For ‘fields’ he thought ‘boys’ and for ‘on the ground’ he thought ‘up their bums’, as it was the time of year to harvest the latest crop of 10 years old human males as well as farm fare. Another hymn, the Lord’s Prayer and another short prayer, in which the Headmaster included a wish for a particularly bountiful harvest, followed before the pupils were allowed to sit back on their benches.

Dr.Strapam now turned his attention to school announcements. First, he confirmed the arrival of two new boys. Brown T and West were made to go to stand beside the Headmaster so that everyone could see the newcomers, even though most present had already happily spied them without the cover of their school uniforms. The blushing new boys were eventually allowed to return to their table and Dr.Strapam continued with some unspectacular news before announcing “Finally, as usual, matters of discipline!”

“The Housemasters have informed me about the serious misbehaviour of ten pupils since yesterday’s assembly.” Both Tom and Jonathan gulped in fear that they would be two of the miscreants. Dr.Strapam read out a list of six names and ordered them to the platform informing them that “As you’re the least misbehaved, you can receive your chastisement now!” Six boys stood up from four benches and walked, with obvious reluctance and apprehension onto the stage. There were two 16 years olds, two 15 years old, a 13 years old and a 12 years old. “Usual positions!” commanded the Headmaster and the six turned their backs to the watching throng of fellow pupils and bent over, firmly gripping their lower shins. The Headmaster had grouped the 16 years olds and the two youngest boys together. “Caught as a foursome in the woods, shorts and underpants round their ankles!” Dr.Strapam declared to loud giggling from the youthful spectators. “As you like to remove these garments so much,” he continued, with a smirk, “I shall oblige you!” The Doctor proceeded to pull down the humiliated and frightened boys’ loin covering, revealing bottoms barely hidden by their shirt tails.

Dr.Strapam produced a cane from behind the lectern and took up position behind the first 16 years old. He lifted the boy’s shirt tail and folded it on top of the lad’s back to expose the naked bum before announcing “Each will receive the same number of strokes as the years they have lived. I hope that this well-merited punishment will help them to absorb the wisdom of my earlier sermon!” The Doctor firmly believed that his pupils should keep chaste by refraining from sexual practices with their peers, as their bodies should be the exclusive preserve of their elders and should be kept pure for such purposes. However, the call to the beds of the staff and of year 9 only came to the very prettiest and many of those who were neglected became fed up with solo masturbation as a means of gaining sexual relief, particularly with so much young beauty around them. They therefore regularly risked relationships with others. The four now being punished considered themselves very unlucky as what they were doing in the woods was such common practice, occurring frequently in quiet places within the school complex, mainly during the evening or on Sundays, or in dormitories at night. However, the prefects were instructed to perform sporadic spot checks of likely locations for such liaisons and, although most had engaged in such habits themselves, they were expected to find the occasional miscreants or the staff might think that they were failing in their duties. Some of the more sadistic prefects went about this work with enthusiasm, and the unlucky foursome had been discovered by such an 18 years old. He had reported the younger boys’ offence to their Housemaster despite being tempted by the offer of enjoying any or all of the defaulters’ bodies in return for remaining silent. However, he declined for he was already regularly pleasured by two even prettier 12 years olds.

Dr.Strapam landed the first hit across the quaking 16 years old backside. As was the custom, the victim had to declare the number of the blow and thank the Headmaster for kindly inflicting it across his reddening buttocks. After he had delivered the requisite 60 stokes across the four backsides, Dr.Strapham’s arm was a little weary but not too much so because he had years of experience performing such much-needed lessons. He had been forced to land an extra three strokes because the 13 years old forgot to provide a number once and the 12 years old had repeated the offence twice.

Each boy had been allowed to stand, redress and return to their tables after the completion of their punishments, but only after the Headmaster had carefully inspected and felt the results of his efforts to improve the boys’ sadly reprobate characters. None of the red-faced tearful pupils, now with bottoms displaying a criss-cross pattern of vicious bloodied stripes of various dark hues and with shamefully fully aroused penises, sat down on their benches.

Dr.Strapam approached the 15 years olds and informed the wider audience “Caught fighting for the second time in a week. The Housemaster has already chastised them once but sadly to no affect and he has referred them to me. I understand that the Housemaster allowed the miscreants to wear their shorts when he strapped them. I shall permit no such protection!” The Headmaster then undertook the exposure of the two boys’ naked bottoms, still showing the evidence of the Housemaster’s earlier attentions, to general view before advising “I think 10 stokes each will be appropriate on this occasion, double if there is a repeat offence.” The 15 years old bums then received their appropriate admonition. No-one had bothered to ask why the boys were fighting and they would have lied if they had been for they had discovered that they were both sharing the favours of the same 11 years old.

After the sobbing boys had returned to stand next to their own benches, Dr.Strapam walked to the lectern, returned the bloodied cane to its former position and wiped the redness from his hands onto a handkerchief. He then continued his disciplinary pronouncements by commanding a very pretty blushing 11 years old to his feet. “Wetting his bed regularly,” he informed the chortling audience, “a practice that has not been stopped by earlier chastisement by the Housemaster or, on this stage, by myself. You obviously require some private tuition to learn to control your bodily systems correctly. You will report to my study at 7 o’clock tonight. Meanwhile, as we don’t want you repeating your mishaps in the expensive clothes that I kindly provide for you to wear, you will return them to your wardrobe after assembly and report to your class without them!” The Headmaster did not advise the audience that the physician suspected that it was the regular sexual and other attentions that the boy was receiving from his Housemaster that had caused his embarrassing accidents.

Having instructed the now tearful 11 years olds to sit down again, Dr.Strapam ordered another two boys to stand. Tom and Christopher were relieved that the 8th and 9th names announced were not their own as, with only one to come, this meant that their fight of the previous day was being dealt with in-House. “Theft,” the Headmaster thundered to the two petrified 14 years old, “will not be tolerated. Caught eating morsels of food whilst on kitchen duty. You will therefore be placed at 7 o’clock this evening unclothed in the stocks to receive a comprehensive strapping across the full rear of your bodies from the Headboy.” Flashmale, sitting at year 9’s table smiled, for the two boys, despite not being any of their elders’ favourites, were not unattractive.

A tremulous 13 years old from Phaeton House was on his feet next. “Running away for the second time, supposedly homesick for a home you haven’t seen for three years. You should know that such attempts are worthless. You won’t get far in this remote bleak area and the sparse local populace know that it is in their and the runaways’ best interests to return such confused youngsters to our care whenever found. I was assured by your stepfather, after your first attempt, that, even if you had miraculously succeeded in achieving your aim, you would have been immediately returned. I informed you of these facts then but neither that nor your subsequent experience in the stocks seem to have dissuaded you from retrying. We’ll see whether a week in the cellars will make future similar adventures unattractive. Your House prefects will make sure that you report there after assembly.” The 13 years old burst into tears. Dr.Strapam was pleased with the boy’s reaction because the reason for the lad’s runaway attempts was that he had been one of the sadistic headmaster’s favourites for the past year, after his beauty had really blossomed. The Doctor had not managed to break the boy’s will fully, hence the failed escapes, despite subjecting him to many indignities and much pain, but he felt that a week in the dreaded cellars should finally do the trick. Dr.Strapam’s happiness with the 13 years old’s reaction was only shared by the staff and those at year 9’s table who were immune from the horrors inflicted within the confines of the underground chambers.

Tom and Christopher were certainly not amused but were instead appalled at the humiliating and vicious punishments being meted out for what they considered trivial offences, although they did wonder why four boys had their shorts and underpants around their ankles whilst in the woods. The assembly was discharged and Jonathan escorted the two new boys to their classroom and the two front desks that they had been allocated by the Form-master, which were adjacent to each other. The whole form soon gathered and eventually Younglove arrived. “Good morning, boys!” he said, receiving “Good morning, Form-master” back from all the 10 years olds. However, Younglove then lied “I didn’t see you returning my greeting, Jones D.” The boy replied “But I did so, Form-master.” “Stop lying, Jones D,” instructed the man, “you know what I do to liars. You have offended again and the lesson isn’t even a minute old. I’ll have to beat your bottom further in another attempt to try to teach you manners, this time with a strap and without any protection to cushion the blows!” The boy, whose bottom was still very sore from the previous day’s caning, pleaded “Please, Form-master, I did greet you, honestly.” Younglove responded “You’re just making things worse for yourself, Jones D, by speaking without permission and continuing to lie. I was going to give you ten strokes of the strap but I’ll now make it twenty. This will be too many to apply to such a young bottom, particularly after yesterday’s deserved admonishment, so I’ll also target your bare back. However, I haven’t time to punish you now. Report to my rooms this evening at 8 o’clock!” He set this time because he wanted first to watch the Headboy’s earlier strapping of the 11 years old food thieves to further stimulate his appetites.

Youngmaster had sprung his trap and his cock was rigid at the thought of finally ensnaring his prey. The poor pretty terrified10 years old would worry all day about the impending punishment but, when he arrived at the appointed time in the Form-master’s quarters, the boy would be offered an alternative method of apologising for his fictional misdemeanour, linked to a tempting promise of greater mercy towards any future lapses in conduct. Younglove liked compliance when he deflowered a virgin. The Form-master now happily settled into conveying the lesson, with pleasant thoughts about the night of bliss ahead occasionally passing through his mind, his contentment enhanced by viewing the beautiful newcomers to his class. Tom and Christopher were again deeply disturbed about the possible consequences of making minor errors. The worries of the former were increased when he reflected that he and Jonathan had still to pay for yesterday’s tussle.

The rest of the morning, spent being introduced to the delights of English and Latin grammar, followed by mathematics, passed uneventfully, as did the midday meal at 12 o’clock. Most of the 16 Phaeton boys in class stuck together afterwards on a side playing field to play a type of tag game, traditional at the school amongst boys in years 1 and 2 and called ‘filching’. Both newcomers were at first worried that, in order to catch their target, the boy declared to be the hunter had to grab the others’ genitals but, in the event, found the activity both exciting and pleasurable. The highlight was when the hunter succeeded in capturing them, within the permitted tight perimeters of ground, and they had their already stimulated cocks and ball sacs fondled. In fact, so much did all enjoy the game that most of the boys, who had to retire after being caught, carried on their own private versions.

Two full games were completed before it was time, at 1 o’clock, to return to class. However, Tom’s euphoria at having indulged in such an exhilarating pastime was to have a painful consequence for he was soon daydreaming about the lovely feelings he had experienced. Younglove happily noticed and proved the boy’s distraction by asking the lad a question relating to what he had just said. He ordered the now frightened youngster to his feet. “I hope, Brown T,” he declared, “that I’m not going to encounter similar problems with you as I have with Jones D. Hold out your right hand, palm upwards and flat.” Tom complied with reluctance and well-placed anxiety for the Form-master picked up a wooden 12-inch ruler. “I hope, Brown T,” Younglove continued, “that this will be all that will be required to gain your interest in future!” The Form-master then struck the ruler hard across the boy’s palm. Tom yelped in pain and removed his stinging hand to the leftside of his chest, holding it carefully against his body with his left arm. “I didn’t tell you to remove your hand,” said Younglove, feigning annoyance to this natural reaction, “bring it back to its former position at once as I haven’t finished. I was only going to strike you twice, as it’s your first offence, but I’ll double that for your presumption. If you remove your hand again, I’ll further redouble the number of blows due!” Tom somehow managed to keep his hand in place to receive the remaining three hits but his eyes filled with tears as he endured the excrutiating torment.

Younglove was happy to see that the miscreant’s palm was nicely reddened by the time he finished. “Sit down, Brown T,” he then ordered, “and pay attention or it’ll be the cane on your backside next time.” The Form-master subsequently tried to catch the boy out on a couple of occasions when he thought that the lad’s thoughts might have drifted again but he was to be disappointed for the 10 years old had obeyed his order to concentrate on the lesson. Caesar’s campaigns and the geography of Europe occupied the afternoon until the class was dismissed to return to their dormitories to prepare for the gymnasium. However, Flashmale was waiting outside Tom and Christopher’s room.

“No gymnastics for you two today,” the Headboy informed the newcomers, “because, as I told you yesterday, the school physician wants to perform your health checks. I’ll take you to his rooms. Follow me!” Tom and Christopher obeyed and, as they proceeded, a smirking Flashmale said “By the way, Brown T, your dormitory prefect informs me that you and Morton have been naughty. As it’s the first report on you both, I shan’t inform the Housemaster about the incident but shall punish you both myself. I’ve got some strapping to perform on our food thieves in the quad at 7 o’clock, so you and Morton can report to my rooms an hour later. I hope that my right arm will not be over-stressed with all this sadly necessary work!” Tom’s body quivered.

The threesome eventually arrived at the physician’s rooms. A sign on the door gave the man’s name as ‘Dr.Ballsoff.’

(To be continued in Chapter 6 – ‘Examinations’.)