The following story is fiction about a youth not doing well in school.  The story contains scenes of humiliating spanking and strapping by a social inferior.  If these subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  This is set just down the block from the Bellamy's of "Upstairs, Downstairs" in 1903 London.  See: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Upstairs,_Downstairs_(1971_TV_series)

I wrote a similar story but with a female spankee which you might also enjoy.  "A Special Event at 175 Eaton Place" is at SpecialEventEatonPlace.html

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The Hall Boy's Leathering 1/3

By

YLeeCoyote@juno.com

The great house was strangely empty for the nonce.  The mistress had gone to visit her mother and had taken her maid.  The master had gone to visit an old friend using his carriage which meant that not only was he accompanied by his valet but also by the coachman/groom and footman although he was due back that evening.  The butler and cook were at the country estate supervising the effort to ensure that it would be ready for the coming season.  That left only sixteen-year-old Master Kendrick Lester Brewser-Patton III who was home from school for a few days and his grandfather, Mr. Brewser-Patton senior.  They were roughing it being attended by only the under cook, a junior maid and the hall boy, Tom, a sturdy lad of twelve years.

When the old man checked the mail just in case there was something urgent he noticed that there was a letter from the Head Master of his grandson's school.  For a half century that sort of letter had worried him.  First when he was a lad that it would be reason that his own father would punish him.  Second, when he was the master of the household that his own son, Mr. Brewser-Patton junior, would require discipline.  Now he worried that his grandson needed discipline.  But, fortunately, that task was his son's responsibility to deal with when he returned.

The two Brewser-Patton's were having dinner when Tom interrupted with a telegram.  "The telegraph boy wishes to know if there is a response, Sir?" he said as he proffered the missive on a tray.  The old man quickly read it and indicated not.

"Kendrick, your father has to remain away another couple of nights.  The storm washed out the bridges.  That means you will not see him before your return to school."  They remained in the dining room after dinner and the old man opened the missive from school.  His worst fears had been, unfortunately, correct for the letter explained that the boy was slacking off in a couple of subjects.  He needed to be spoken to and, of course, thrashed.

The former was certainly easily dealt with immediately but the latter was certainly a problem for with his gout the old man could not properly swing a cane nor a tawse.  Normally, one could enlist a male senior staff person to do the job as they all had experienced CP in their local elementary school and from the butler during training.© YLeeCoyote

The old man summoned Tom.  "Lad, how were you punished at school and home?"

"The Strap, Sir, at home for father brought with him when he moved here from the north and the slipper in school." he replied.  "He even taught me how to use it so I could deal with my younger brother if mother said to." he added, perhaps a bit boastfully.

"Excellent.  Go to the nursery school room, find the tawse that is there and bring it here."  The boy rushed off, not at all certain what was going on and quickly returned.

"Here, Sir.  But it could use an oiling." he noted based on his experience with boots and the tack for the horses. The old man inspected it and told him to tend to it immediately and then return.

Below stairs as he treated the strap, Tom told the other two servants of the strange event.  "I don't see how the old man can swing this but he told me to get it ready.  The young master looked very grim."

"You didn't do anything wrong did you Tom?" asked the under cook.

"Maybe he wants to strap the young master.  I would love to see that.  That one is always staring at me like he wants to undress me and often has a vulgar bulge in his trousers." said the junior maid.  I have to be very careful that he doesn't have his wicked way with me.

"Well, I doubt any of us will see but come to the top of the stairs and maybe you can hear what happens.  Perhaps you'll see something when you bring the old man his late cuppa tea." suggested Tom as he returned with the now much more flexible strap.

"Tom", said the old man, "I want you to give my grandson a dozen well laid on strokes with the strap for, unfortunately, I cannot with my gout.  Remember he is much older than your little brother and so I expect that you will swing hard."

The boy was stunned but he quickly recovered.  "Yes, Sir.  On the bare, Sir, like my father always did to me?"  Kendrick was horrified at this but helpless to change anything.

"Yes, of course." replied the old man.  "Now get to it."  Kendrick had been looking to get a word in as soon as the horrible sentence had been pronounced but obviously Grandfather had made up his mind and that was it.

"Sir, perhaps we could do it in the hall where it would be safer to swing the tawse?"  The old man agreed and Tom opened the door and positioned a chair just outside in the hallway where the old man could see it.  However, he strategically placed it so his fellow servants might watch better.

"Please, Sir, drop your trousers and pants and bend over the chair as your grandfather has ordered, please."  Saying those words made Tom think that he was in paradise but he was very careful to be polite to show he knew his place.  Slowly Master Kendrick Lester Brewser-Patton III did as was required and presented his arse.  Hall boyTom found the proper place and waved to the two spying females who were watching from the doorway.  He raised the strap and brought it down hard.  Kendrick gave a yell not expecting such a hard blow.  The females smiled as they saw all especially how his privates dangled.

Over and over Tom swung the tawse so that it did its job.  Right in the middle he was interrupted by the maid.  "Please hold it a moment so I can pass, Tom."  He paused and she continued into the room where she put her tray down and said: "Your tea, Sir."

The well-exposed youth was horrified at hearing her voice.  It was awful enough being beaten by the hall boy but that the maid had seen it and his arse was simply beyond the pale.  By the end the boy was crying to the delight of the servants and especially the great satisfaction of Tom who didn't particularly like how arrogant Kendrick was and felt that he had achieved some measure of revenge.

The old man inspected the result and was most satisfied.  "You did a good job Tom."  Then he directed Kendrick to stand in a hallway corner with his hands on his head and to think about applying himself more diligently to his studies.  Now the servants could see the youth in all his shame, particularly his fully exposed hot red arse as they went about their duties.  Soon after all retired.

In the absence of the older servants, Tom made the safety inspection that all lights were extinguished, all fires banked and everything was properly locked.  As he made the rounds on the upper floor he heard noises from the young master's bedroom.  He recognized the sounds from when he had visited his older cousin.  The youth was clearly practising the sin of self-abuse!  He opened the door and holding the candle high saw the youth doing the unspeakable.

Kendrick reacted quickly to the light and yelled that Tom should get out but he was not quick enough.  Tom had tasted of that most addictive thing – power.  Naturally he wanted more.  "Shall I tell your grandfather what horrible thing you were about?"  He paused as Kendrick went pale knowing that his grandpa would order another leathering.  "Or shall I just spank you here and now, Ken?"  He emphasized how he was in command by being familiar enough to use his young master's Christian name shortened.  That had the expected effect.

Tom sat down on a study chair and patted his lap in the ancient signal to 'get over my lap, naughty boy'.  Kendrick hesitated and then slowly got into the required position.  Tom was elated.  He had taken control of his young master and without the direct supervision of the old man.  Tom rubbed the still red bummy before him and then raised his hand only to bring it down with a hard SPANK.  If that bum had not been leathered just a couple of hours before, it would not have been a very effective spank but that was not the case.  The spank hurt the tenderized bum and so did the two dozen that followed making Kendrick cry.  The well-spanked boy cried himself to sleep on his tummy.

In the morning the old man saw how subdued his grandson was.  The leathering certainly had the desired effect and was, perhaps more effective than if his father had done it.  While the maid packed the young master's stuff for the return journey, she reminded him about having seen what a little boy he was and how he cried.  A little later as Tom handed Kendrick's case to the hackman who would take him to his train, he heard the old man admonish the errant student to study diligently.

Master Kendrick Lester Brewser-Patton III would never forget the humiliation of how the most insignificant of the servants, the young hall boy, had punished him twice.  And then how the maid mocked him about it as well.  This would be a lesson he would remember for the rest of his life.

Neither would Tom ever forget although he had the most fond memories of the unusual events.  He now would dream of accompanying Kendrick at the university as his valet – bringing along the well-oiled tawse, upgraded to the XH model of course, and a couple of senior canes.  He'll have to learn how to use those canes to keep his young master in line along with the tawse.  He would have to find a way to ask the Master about being trained as a valet for the young Master when he went to the university.

End of Part 1.  Go to Part 2

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