The following story is fiction about a young man getting caned.  The story is set in the not so distant past when every young man in a British public school knew that he would be caned.  If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

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Perfect Opportunity

By

YLeeCoyote@juno.com

Hoenick knew that this was the Perfect Opportunity.  Mesick, his history master, had left midday just a few hours earlier because of a family emergency and would not be back until Monday morning some three and half days hence.  Headmaster Poffenbarger was going to be at a special conference next week..

It was now just a half hour before lights out as Hoenick knocked on the door to the Head's study.  The third form lad had stood there for at least five minutes before he managed to get up the courage to rap, ever so gently, at the heavy door.  He almost dashed away as he waited for a response.  Indeed, he probably would have had he had to wait another second.

He entered in a cold sweat.  He was less than coherent as he said: "Mr. Mesick … see you."

The Head was confused.  "Hoenick, you are not on my list.  Why are you here?"

"Mesick only sends us to you for one reason.  Six of th…."  He let his voice trail off not wanting to say exactly what.© YLeeCoyote

"Perhaps, you want to wait until I can talk with him so I know exactly what you are due?"

"Oh no, Sir.  Waiting would be most dreadful.  I would rather get this over with now, if you would be so kind."

The Head smiled at how anxious the lad was but he remember how terrible waiting was when he was a student.  "Very well.  Six it shall be.  You're lucky you aren't getting extra for coming so late.  Get your trousers and pants down and bend over that chair."  said Poffenbarger as he flexed his cane.  Quickly, before he lost his nerve, Hoenick got into position.  Silently, he reminded himself that he must be brave and take this as a man.  Thousands, nay, millions of lads just like himself had done so and he must not embarrass himself.  He gripped the bottom rail tightly to be sure he stayed in position for the ordeal.

The Head was in a hurry and the six cuts came fast and hard.  It took all of Hoenick's resolve not to yell like a sissy baby.  Then it was over.  "Get up Hoenick and get back to your dorm.  It's almost lights out."  The lad obeyed quickly with a quick comment.

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Hoenick rubbed his sore bum hard as he made his way back to his dorm.  He did not have to make an announcement for as he changed into his pyjamas the stripes were noticed.  Immediately, he became the centre of attention.  His seven mates each carefully inspected his badge of honour.  Many questions were asked and answered about what had happened.  Then it was lights out and silence.  After seeing the gated bum, no one wanted to risk getting one to match.

In the morning, there was not anytime for more than a quick look.  Again, in the changing room, Hoenick was the centre of attention as the rest of his form carefully inspected the colourful tram lines.  He gained much status for being the first in his class to have been swished.

As Hoenick made his way home for the weekend, he was glad that he was not traveling third class.  By being first in his dorm to be caned he had won the pool and spent a little of it to upgrade his ticket to get a seat with better padding.  That night, he showed his stripes to his brothers and boasted about not crying even though the pain was terrible – worse than the dentist's drill.  His little brother was in awe at how macho he was.  His big brother definitely had new respect for him.  "You're no longer a baby, little brother." he said with surprising affection.  This was bonus he had not expected but truly relished.

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It wasn't until three weeks had passed that Hoenick stopped worrying if Poffenbarger and Mesick might talk and discuss his caning.  He hadn't actually lied about anything but getting a caning for getting an unauthorized caning did not seem like a pleasant consequence.  After all, unlike the first one, it did not come with any improvement in status or funds.

The End

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