SoSerious
18-07-2017, 07:32 PM
This is a continuation of sorts from the thread I posted in the fantasy forum, I found it easier to write it in the 3rd person though so here it is! Again this could be a male or female scenario but I think there's more males here so I wrote it this way. Happy to share different versions if anyone likes reading it. Comments welcome, either here or by PM if you prefer. Obviously this is an adult fantasy fiction piece.
At the boarding school, punishments were typically delivered on a Friday evening while the rest of the school were in Study Hall. The House Master, opened his study door to usher out what should have been his last disciplinary of the day. The junior boy stepped out and scuttled off up the corridor. To his surprise the Master found two more boys stood against the wall outside. Both were familiar faces, from the middle school of the house, who looked up to him with sheepish faces. The Master held out his hand for the referral note. "What is it this time?" He demanded. He quickly scanned the referral, which was from one of the teachers overseeing Study Hall that day. The boys had been passing notes, which were found to contain lewd content about staff and some of their fellow students. These two had been in trouble often enough and regularly enough to know they were in big trouble. "Right. You first Luke, get in here". The first boy entered the room and the door closed and locked behind him.
The Master walked over and leant against his desk and the boy walked to the middle of the floor before him, he only raised his gaze when he finally stopped and assumed position, standing with his hands on his head. "I won't bother to lecture you on this boy. You've had lectures, opportunities to improve and only minor discipline until this point, seemingly that is not enough." "We will start with the slipper, 30 strikes. Lower your trousers and your pants then bend over." As he said this, he walked round his desk and retrieved a well worn leather slipper. Luke slowly unbottoned his uniform trousers and lowered them to his ankles before doing the same with his black boxer shorts. He then assumed a shallow bend, doing his best to cover himself to the front. The Master had returned to his side of the desk by this point, implement in hand. "No boy. Do it properly, bend over and hold your ankles before I increase the strikes for wasting my time." Luke adjusted himself, bending double to the point he could see behind him, and held onto his ankles to steady himself. He felt terribly exposed like this, as the Master circled him he was sure he saw a smirk on his face.
The Master walked round behind the student, observing his discomfort and bared lower half; a toned pair of legs leading to a lean but not skinny bottom. Stepping to the boy's side, he removed any hope of coverage he hoped to get from his hanging shirt tail, flicking it up and causing it to slip downward, exposing the midriff somewhat. He placed one hand on the top of the arched back and lined up the slipper. "The count is 30. If you move or cry out, we add 5. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir" came the meek reply.
*Thwack* The first landed suddenly, striking firmly on Luke's left cheek. It was harder than expected and just as he caught his breath *Twack* a twin for it landed on his right. Before he could begin to process that another landed on his left. The sting of them began to blossom as the strikes continued apace. Luke held his composure but lost track of the strikes as they rained in. *Thwack* *Thwack* *Thwack* *Thwack* The strikes continued to fall as Luke felt his face flush and his eyes begin to water.
Abruptly the strikes ceased, and Luke dared to hope it was over. He felt the Master's hand stroke his behind, roaming from his arched back to the top of his thighs and then across to the other side and repeating. He flinched a little at this, acutely aware of his nakedness. "14 more." Came the announcement and his heart sank. He nearly objected, cried out for something else but the thought of 5 more loomed in his memory. *Thwack* *Thwack* The strikes resumed their alternating onslaught on his buttocks and pain began to bloom in his mind as the strikes built upon those that came before. *Thwack* *Thwack* *Thwack* *Thwack* The tears came now, running silently from his eyes. It was all he could do to keep himself in position, hands locked to his ankles as it continued. *Thwack* *Thwack* He had lost count again by this point, and just waited for the last. The Master's strikes were delivered with a practiced hand, covering the entire surface of the student's backside.
Then suddenly, there was nothing. Luke opened eyes he didn't realise he had been holding screwed tight shut, and through his legs could see the Master appraising him. From behind the boy's behind was a pair of smooth orbs now turning a warm, glowing pink, with a paler line marking the crack of his ass.
"Stand up" He was instructed as the House Master walked back round in front of him and set the slipper down on his desk. Luke slowly straightened, the pain in his behind seemed to worsen with the movement. He instinctively covered himself with his hands but a sharp motion from the Master indicated he put his hands back on his head. "I hope this evening is going to leave a more lasting lesson on you young man" Luke managed a "Yesssir. May I go sir?". The Master looked up sharply at this "Oh you're far from finished I'm afraid." came the reply. Luke's dismay was evident as the Master continued "I intend for you to learn your lesson properly this time, and not darken my door again. Now, undress yourself." "S-sir?" The boy questioned. Corporal punishment was the norm at the Academy but he had never been asked to do this before. "You heard me boy. Remove your uniform, fold it neatly and place it on the table behind you and resume position." The tone and expression on his face brooked to further debate.
The Master watched with arms folded as Luke slowly undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, folding it and placing it on the floor beside him. He then stepped out of his shoes, and gathered his underwear and trousers from their position around his ankles, finally pulling off his socks to complete the order. He bent down to gather the little pile of clothing, wincing as he did so, and carried it to the sideboard on the wall behind him. He returned to the middle of the floor, desperately wishing he could cover himself, and slowly resumed position with his hands on his head. His eyes were downcast as he waited.
The Master studied the naked student in front of him, the young man's body was lean and slightly athletic. "How do you feel now?" "Embarrassed sir, and sore..." "Good. You're beginning to learn that you are not in charge of this Academy and you will follow its rules."
As he spoke The Master stepped to the side of the office and drew back a partition screen revealing a seating area with a sofa, armchair and a low coffee table. "You're going to have some time to consider your behaviour before we continue. Kneel on the sofa, face the wall and keep your hands on your head." He waited while Luke shuffled across the room and got himself into the ordered position. It was far from comfortable.
"Now, you will wait here quietly until summoned. I have to deal with your friend now." With that the Master drew the screen back across, hiding him from the main floor of the study, and went to open the study door again.
End of Part 1
At the boarding school, punishments were typically delivered on a Friday evening while the rest of the school were in Study Hall. The House Master, opened his study door to usher out what should have been his last disciplinary of the day. The junior boy stepped out and scuttled off up the corridor. To his surprise the Master found two more boys stood against the wall outside. Both were familiar faces, from the middle school of the house, who looked up to him with sheepish faces. The Master held out his hand for the referral note. "What is it this time?" He demanded. He quickly scanned the referral, which was from one of the teachers overseeing Study Hall that day. The boys had been passing notes, which were found to contain lewd content about staff and some of their fellow students. These two had been in trouble often enough and regularly enough to know they were in big trouble. "Right. You first Luke, get in here". The first boy entered the room and the door closed and locked behind him.
The Master walked over and leant against his desk and the boy walked to the middle of the floor before him, he only raised his gaze when he finally stopped and assumed position, standing with his hands on his head. "I won't bother to lecture you on this boy. You've had lectures, opportunities to improve and only minor discipline until this point, seemingly that is not enough." "We will start with the slipper, 30 strikes. Lower your trousers and your pants then bend over." As he said this, he walked round his desk and retrieved a well worn leather slipper. Luke slowly unbottoned his uniform trousers and lowered them to his ankles before doing the same with his black boxer shorts. He then assumed a shallow bend, doing his best to cover himself to the front. The Master had returned to his side of the desk by this point, implement in hand. "No boy. Do it properly, bend over and hold your ankles before I increase the strikes for wasting my time." Luke adjusted himself, bending double to the point he could see behind him, and held onto his ankles to steady himself. He felt terribly exposed like this, as the Master circled him he was sure he saw a smirk on his face.
The Master walked round behind the student, observing his discomfort and bared lower half; a toned pair of legs leading to a lean but not skinny bottom. Stepping to the boy's side, he removed any hope of coverage he hoped to get from his hanging shirt tail, flicking it up and causing it to slip downward, exposing the midriff somewhat. He placed one hand on the top of the arched back and lined up the slipper. "The count is 30. If you move or cry out, we add 5. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir" came the meek reply.
*Thwack* The first landed suddenly, striking firmly on Luke's left cheek. It was harder than expected and just as he caught his breath *Twack* a twin for it landed on his right. Before he could begin to process that another landed on his left. The sting of them began to blossom as the strikes continued apace. Luke held his composure but lost track of the strikes as they rained in. *Thwack* *Thwack* *Thwack* *Thwack* The strikes continued to fall as Luke felt his face flush and his eyes begin to water.
Abruptly the strikes ceased, and Luke dared to hope it was over. He felt the Master's hand stroke his behind, roaming from his arched back to the top of his thighs and then across to the other side and repeating. He flinched a little at this, acutely aware of his nakedness. "14 more." Came the announcement and his heart sank. He nearly objected, cried out for something else but the thought of 5 more loomed in his memory. *Thwack* *Thwack* The strikes resumed their alternating onslaught on his buttocks and pain began to bloom in his mind as the strikes built upon those that came before. *Thwack* *Thwack* *Thwack* *Thwack* The tears came now, running silently from his eyes. It was all he could do to keep himself in position, hands locked to his ankles as it continued. *Thwack* *Thwack* He had lost count again by this point, and just waited for the last. The Master's strikes were delivered with a practiced hand, covering the entire surface of the student's backside.
Then suddenly, there was nothing. Luke opened eyes he didn't realise he had been holding screwed tight shut, and through his legs could see the Master appraising him. From behind the boy's behind was a pair of smooth orbs now turning a warm, glowing pink, with a paler line marking the crack of his ass.
"Stand up" He was instructed as the House Master walked back round in front of him and set the slipper down on his desk. Luke slowly straightened, the pain in his behind seemed to worsen with the movement. He instinctively covered himself with his hands but a sharp motion from the Master indicated he put his hands back on his head. "I hope this evening is going to leave a more lasting lesson on you young man" Luke managed a "Yesssir. May I go sir?". The Master looked up sharply at this "Oh you're far from finished I'm afraid." came the reply. Luke's dismay was evident as the Master continued "I intend for you to learn your lesson properly this time, and not darken my door again. Now, undress yourself." "S-sir?" The boy questioned. Corporal punishment was the norm at the Academy but he had never been asked to do this before. "You heard me boy. Remove your uniform, fold it neatly and place it on the table behind you and resume position." The tone and expression on his face brooked to further debate.
The Master watched with arms folded as Luke slowly undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, folding it and placing it on the floor beside him. He then stepped out of his shoes, and gathered his underwear and trousers from their position around his ankles, finally pulling off his socks to complete the order. He bent down to gather the little pile of clothing, wincing as he did so, and carried it to the sideboard on the wall behind him. He returned to the middle of the floor, desperately wishing he could cover himself, and slowly resumed position with his hands on his head. His eyes were downcast as he waited.
The Master studied the naked student in front of him, the young man's body was lean and slightly athletic. "How do you feel now?" "Embarrassed sir, and sore..." "Good. You're beginning to learn that you are not in charge of this Academy and you will follow its rules."
As he spoke The Master stepped to the side of the office and drew back a partition screen revealing a seating area with a sofa, armchair and a low coffee table. "You're going to have some time to consider your behaviour before we continue. Kneel on the sofa, face the wall and keep your hands on your head." He waited while Luke shuffled across the room and got himself into the ordered position. It was far from comfortable.
"Now, you will wait here quietly until summoned. I have to deal with your friend now." With that the Master drew the screen back across, hiding him from the main floor of the study, and went to open the study door again.
End of Part 1