THE OTHER TOM BROWN’S SCHOOLDAYS 7

By Pueros

Chapter 7 – Chastisements

(Northumberland, England, September 1803)

Flashmale was pleased to see Brown T and Morton waiting for him when he returned to his rooms after the delight of strapping the two young food thieves in the quadrangle. The hardness of the Headboy’s cock intensified at the sight of the two clearly apprehensive beautiful 10 years olds. He opened his door and, smirking, invited the boys to follow him inside.

Flashmale’s pretty 11 years old fag had earlier lit the candles and coal fire of the main room, which now pervaded a warm cosy atmosphere. The flickering flames illuminated a couple of easy chairs close to the fire to the left, with a small low table in between, and a comfortable bed situated under a window straight ahead. A large square floor mat occupied an otherwise empty space in front of a door on the right, which led to the Headboy’s personal bathroom. Tom and Jonathan were told to stand in the middle of the mat.

Flashmale collected a cane that rested on the mantelpiece above the fire before joining the worried quivering new boys. “Right,” announced the Headboy, “for a first offence four strokes are customary across covered backsides. I don’t like breaking traditions, so that’s what we’ll have. However, I feel a little weary after my exertions in the quad. Therefore, as you dislike each other so much that you fight, it seems appropriate for each of you to cane the other and no holding back. I’ll recognise it if you do and will beat you myself if it occurs, despite my tiredness. Brown T, you can suffer initially as you’re first alphabetically. So bend over, hands on shins, and don’t forget to count and thank Morton for his efforts.” Flashmale handed the cane to the dormleader and went to sit on his bed to enjoy the spectacle.

Tom reluctantly obeyed the Headboy’s instruction and soon felt the cane rubbing against his bum as his friend took aim. He tensed as the horrible implement was withdrawn for he knew that it would soon be returned with venom. Morton, unused to wielding a cane, missed his intended central target, striking Tom instead at the bottom of his uplifted short shorts, across the very sensitive junction of upper legs and buttocks. Tom yelped in agony and stumbled a pace forward before eventually reclaiming his emotions and returning to his position. “One, thank you Morton,” the tearful youngster then uttered.

Jonathan, observing the red stripe that he had inadvertently created on bare skin, took more careful aim with the next three strokes to ensure that they received some cushioning from Tom’s shorts and underpants. Nevertheless, the blows still smarted and produced muted cries of anguish.

It was now the dormleader’s turn to suffer and, unlike his friend who had already felt the cane on his bum the previous evening, he was about to be introduced to the pleasures of physical chastisement for the first time. As the red-faced Tom said “Four, thank you Morton” and stood up, Jonathan noted that the bulge at the front of his fellow 10 years old’s shorts had noticeably and embarrassingly increased, as had his own.

Jonathan handed the cane to Tom and adopted the required humiliating stance. Tom was as naïve as his friend in the use of a cane but managed to inflict the first blow on the small expanse of taut cloth presented to him. Despite Flashmale’s warning, he withheld some of his power from this first strike, which still caused his friend to shriek and begin to sob. “Not good enough,” declared Flashmale, experience helping him to see through Brown T’s attempt to disguise the reduced power behind the hit. “Do it again and I’ll personally give you one more for trying to fool me!” Tom was forced to add a further additional strike when Jonathan, in shock, forgot to utter the required words after his virgin posterior had gained its first stripe. However, the subsequent four blows were delivered to the Headboy’s satisfaction.

“Come here Brown T,” Flashmale ordered with a smile whilst regaining his feet, “give me the cane and bend over the bed. Morton pull his shorts and underpants down to his ankles.” Both 10 years olds reluctantly complied. The Headboy folded Tom’s shirt tail onto the boy’s lower back, revealing the delicious curvature of smooth white buttocks decorated with five dull brown parallel stripes and four more vivid and haphazard red ones. He was looking forward to adding a further, even more distinct, adornment.

Flashmale raised the cane and, using all his strength, delivered a vicious blow to Tom’s naked rear, securing a loud scream for his efforts. However, he was disappointed that the newcomer subsequently remembered to thank him for adding to the collection of red stripes. “Alright, stand up Brown T and redress,” the Headboy commanded before adding “I hope that will teach you not to try to fool with me for, if you don’t learn that lesson, there’ll be many more beatings to come!” Flashmale was then amused to see, before it could be hidden again, that the new boy’s little cock was rigid.

“You may go,” instructed Flashmale, “to reflect on your misbehaviour and deserved chastisement. Try to make sure that they are not repeated too often!” As the two tearful 10 years olds departed, the Headboy undertook his own reflections. He knew that both boys would suffer many more beatings even if they acted in line with their angelic forms for excuses could always be found. He also now knew that he would definitely ask the Headmaster to allow Brown T to become his new fag.

The school clock chimed the half hour and there was a knock on Flashmale’s door. ‘On time as usual’ the Headboy further reflected as he issued the invite to his present 11 years old fag to enter to meet the urgent needs of a rampant 18 years old cock.

(London, England, one week later)

The conspiratorial uncle and solicitor dined together in the former’s grand home. “I have received a message from my friend, the school doctor,” advised the latter; “ he’s examined your nephew and says that the boy’s ideal castration material as his scrotum hangs perfectly for easy removal of the testicles and should mend equally as easily afterwards. My friend wants to know whether you still want him to wait until you can travel to the school to watch the surgery or should he go ahead now. Apparently, he has another gelding to perform and could do two at once.” The uncle contemplated the answer, upon which the immediate welfare of his exiled nephew’s testicles depended, whilst chewing his steak. He eventually replied, after sipping some red wine, “Please ask him to wait. There’s no hurry and I would really love to see the brat lose his balls!”

(To be continued in Chapter 8 – ‘Studies’)