The following story is fiction about the caning of a British Public School lad by his Prefect.  The story contains scene of a caning and implies gay sex.  If these subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

I wish to thank Mike Ward who made sure that I didn't earn a caning for messing up British Public School details.

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Repentant Fag

By

YLeeCoyote@juno.com

Fendwick was absolutely mortified.  What he had done was definitely beyond the pale.  He knew that even before he had gotten back up from being sprawled on the floor, like a clumsy puppy.  He had tripped and the tray with the tea and cake had flown away.  It probably was the worst possible time for this to have happened for Morehead had two most important guests – Sandwich and Hendley – who were House Captains of Rumple and Mayhew, respectively.

Fendwick got to his knees and saw that things were even worse than just dropping the tea for both guests had been splattered with the hot tea soiling their trousers.  Fendwick was doubly mortified when he saw that.  As soon as he got to his feet, he dashed to the scullery to get a couple of towels to at least try to clean the wet trousers.  He was rebuffed by the indignant prefects.  Rebuffed he just fell to the floor and collected the dishes and mess hurriedly.

He made apologies as best as he could before returning to prepare a replacement tray.  Of course, his efforts were scorned as high ranking perfects always scorn lowly fags especially those still in shorts like him.  As he waited for the water to boil, he washed the dishes and prepared the rest of the tray.  Unfortunately there was not any additional cake nor even any crumpets so he had to make do with toast and Marmite.  This was definitely an inferior offering.  When the tea was ready, he carefully served the reloaded tray.

Fendwick knew that he had to be caned.  Fags are always caned no matter what they do but this time he knew he well deserved it.  Morehead would be justifiably mad that he had been embarrassed by his fag.  That, most certainly, would not do and thus he must suffer for it.  Fendwick paced the tiny (just two steps each way) scullery while pondering the problem as he waited being summoned to clear the dishes.  Then he realized the solution just moments before the call came.

He collected the mess and then made his move.  He placed the tray on the side table, snatched the cane from the umbrella stand and proffered it to Morehead.  "Morehead, please cane me for my insufferable behaviour."  Fendwick stepped to the one remaining side chair, opened his shorts letting them drop to his ankles and pushed his Y-fronts down to his ankles.  He then got into position over the chair.  He made sure that his bum was as high as it possible could be.  It was of the utmost importance that Sandwich and Hendley be favourably impressed to make up for his terrible blunder.  That his private bits were exposed was not of the slightest importance.© YLeeCoyote

"Your fag seems to know that he done wrong, Morehead."  said Sandwich.

"Perhaps he is repentant." said Hendley.

Fendwick was pleased with the comments for they were as affirmative as he could hope for.  Perhaps this would help recover some of his prefect's status.  Status that he himself had caused him to lose.  He resolved that he must endure the caning in absolute silence for maximum benefit.

He soon felt the cane rest on his bum as Morehead got into position.  Morehead always gave him this precise signal that he was about to get a cut.  Fendwick had been painfully taught that he must not tense his bum nor make any noise.  He tightened his grip on the chair and clenched his jaw in preparation.  He heard the cane's SWISH as it rapidly descended on his proffered flesh.  Occasionally Morehead would be gentle but that was not the case this day.  This cut was a real stinger.  Even if Morehead wanted to be less harsh, he had to impress his guests by caning very hard.

Fendwick did his best to compose himself for the next cut.  The second cut was as hard as the first.  The next three seared Fendwick's bum like the first two had.  The sixth crossed the first five making a perfect gate as Fendwick would see when he checked in the mirror later.  He restored his clothing, thanked Morehead and withdrew.

It was only a half hour that the meeting terminated and guests left.  When Morehead went to his bedroom, he found Fendwick lying naked prone on his bed.  On the stand was the bottle of lube.  The fag was sobbing lightly.  Morehead wasted not a second before he stripped and lay down by his well-punished and repentant fag.

"I'm sorry, Morehead.  I'm terribly sorry."

"It's alright, Fendwick.  They were impressed at how well you did after the accident.  But that's past now." said the prefect with some compassion.  He picked up the bottle of lube.  "It's time for other things."  Fendwick quivered with pleasant anticipation as Morehead's hand gently caressed his very sore bum.

The End

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