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It was a special field trip for only a dozen boys from the school to the small Langenbahn museum because of the limited interest in the special exhibit.  We are concerned with only three of the boys in the group and the accompanying teacher.© Y Lee Coyote

The teacher, Mr. Ffoulkes was a substitute as the teacher assigned for the trip was sick and this was better than rescheduling.  It must be noted that Mr. Ffoulkes, a recent immigrant, was British and decided that he would like an assistant similar to a prefect.  Not knowing the boys, he made his selection based on their appearance and his own biases on account of his background.

Mr. Ffoulkes was impressed by two of the group because they were wearing blazers, pressed trousers and dress shirts with ties making them look older, more responsible and smart like traditional British public prep school lads.  This was all true of Ramos who was a seventeen-year-old junior.  The other, Lane Lerner, was sophomore who was only fifteen but tall and physically mature for his age.  The rest of the group were all more sloppily attired sans one.  Sandy Simek also a seventeen-year-old junior was the odd ball for he was dressed like the other two except, most surprisingly, in traditional UK grey school shorts.

What Mr. Ffoulkes did not know was that Simek and Lerner were stepbrothers whose father believed in traditional British ways.  Among his beliefs were that his high school aged sons should dress in blazers and slacks such as public school boys did when was one.  As a corollary long trousers were a sign of maturity but, unfortunately, his older son failed in that regard and so was still consigned to short trousers.

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The group was welcomed to the museum an hour before regular opening and treated to a tour of the exhibit by the curator who was delighted at having a batch eager youngsters interested in his subject.  He was delighted to be overwhelmed by the boys’ questions.

After the museum, they stopped at the mall where they would have some time on their own to shop or play in the family entertainment center (FEC) before eating.

To wrap up the day everyone was to be in the food hall by one p.m. to have time to eat before returning to school.  Several returned a few minutes early and all save one were there by five after.  Mr. Ffoulkes was annoyed and he inquired if anyone could text Simek.  Of course, Lerner could and sent his stepbrother a sharply worded message.  “Get your damn ass to the food hall NOW!  You’re late!  Ffoulkes is mad.”

Simek’s flippant attitude sealed his fate when he sauntered in ten minutes later.  Ffoulkes was now furious.  Simek was sternly lectured but that was not the end for Mr. Ffoulkes carried some traditional ideas about proper student behavior and discipline for failure as well as for clothes.

“Unfortunately I can’t carry a cane.” said Mr. Ffoulkes as took a heavy tawse from his case and handed it to Lerner.  “Take Simek to the family room and give him six hard cuts with this tawse on his bare bum.  Ramos, be the witness and help if needed.”

All the boys were surprised.  Lerner was also most delighted and chastised Simek for objecting.  “You have truly earned this, now come along or you’ll be in even more trouble.  Be glad you’re not getting caned.”

Ramos put his hand on Simek’s nape and gave him a continuous push to the family room.

Once out of public sight, Lerner ordered his older stepbrother “Drop ‘em and bend over.”  His objections were immediately squashed by the two monitors and he yielded.

Lerner found his spot and raised the unfamiliar implement and brought it down on target.  Simek gave a howl and the other two were pleased by Simek’s howl.  Five more times did Lerner swing the heavy tawse hard onto the bare target which turned deep red.

Ramos then told Mr. Redbutt to pee as it was time to get the bus.  They joined the others and headed to the parking lot to return to school.  Simek wanted to get some food but was told that there wasn’t any time because he had been late as Mr. Ffoulkes led the group back to the bus.

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The school trip was the topic of discussion at dinner that evening.  Sandy reported that the exhibit was terrific and he enjoyed it.  He omitted any references to his chastisement for his misconduct at the mall.

“Sandy is correct in what he said, father.  We had a substitute teacher who, like you father, is British with the same traditional attitudes about high school boys.  He honored me and one of the seniors by making us prefect-like monitors.  I was chosen over several other seniors and juniors.” said Lane proudly.

“It was great that the curator showed us the exhibit and answered questions.  It was only at the mall when one guy was late getting to the food hall assembly location that I did anything special with my monitor position.  Noting that he didn’t have a cane, Mr. Ffoulkes produced a tawse for me to use on the sassy, tardy boy’s bare bum in the privacy of a family room.  The other monitor assisted.  It was a very interesting experience.”

As his goody-goody stepbrother rambled on with his boasting, Sandy was increasing worried that Lane would tell their dad that it was he who got tawsed.  His worry, unfortunately for him, was expressed in his blushing and increased fidgeting from sitting on his sore bottom for his father noticed.

“Why are you fidgeting so much, boy?  Did you experience the tawse today?” asked dad sensing the truth.  “Does your bottom hurt, Sandy?”

The question was devastating for Sandy knew his father would be disappointed that he had been the punished one but he also knew that if he denied it the truth would quickly be discovered and he would be in a lot more trouble.  “Yes, father, my bottom does hurt from the tawsing I received.” he replied.  Worse, his father continued grilling him and he confessed that he was in the FEC playing games.  That was another no-no.

Sandy worried more as he realized that his father was displeased with him once again.  The cane immediately loomed big in his mind.  However, neither brother was prepared for what came next.

First it was a surprise question for Lane.  “How is your practicing with the cane doing?”  He did not know that his father knew he was experimenting with the cane oft used on his brother which lived in the family room.

“OK, father, I’m getting better with.” he replied managing not to ask how his dad knew.

“Good.  After dinner you are both to do your homework and the extra reading to make up for your missed classes.  Then for playing video games Sandy you’ll get three cuts of the cane from your brother.  I have to go out this evening.  Understand?”

The shocked boys replied “Yes, father.” and wondered what it would mean for the future.

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Neither youth could study effectively as they thought about the upcoming caning.  Lane decided that he should practice a bit more and got the cane and beat the naughty cushion some more.

Shortly before bedtime he went to his brother’s room with the cane in hand.  “It is time, bro.  Please get into position so we can get it over with.  I hope that I can do properly so that dad is satisfied when he checks in the morning.”

Sandy knew his brother was right, so he did not argue but removed his shorts and undies and bent over the desk chair like his father directed when he caned.

Lane found the proper position and raised the cane to strike his older brother.  Then came the WHOOSH and the CRACK of the hit on the bare flesh.  He was absolutely thrilled as the tram lines formed on his brother’s bum even more than when the red stripes formed from the tawse.  His brother gave a yelp although not nearly as loud as when their dad wielded the cane.  Everything was repeated for the other two cuts.

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It was the next morning and they were getting ready for school.  Dad come to inspect the caning marks and was satisfied.  Sandy was relieved as it meant Dad wouldn’t repeat the punishment.  Lane was pleased that he satisfied his father.

That evening at dinner father spoke of new arrangements.

“Sandy, I’ve decided to put Lane in charge of you.  He has shown he is capable of disciplining you as required.  You are to obey him and accept his discipline.”

“Lane, you are in charge of your brother.  You shall be fair.”

You surely can guess who was elated and who was horrified.

The End

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