Tom's School Days 10

The story goes on, and you will find it takes another direction here. I hope there will be things still that you will find interesting.

Tom tried his best to focus on his school-work. It was not easy. His mind was spinning with all thoughts that struggled for room there. Who would volunteer for whipping practice? Why wasn't Stephanie angry with him? Why did Amanda want to meet him?

The afternoon was almost free of lectures, and he spent most of the time in the Club common room, where he stared at the two rows of knickers hanging on the wall. He could still see the ones he had taken from Amanda. It seemed like a long time ago.

He spoke for a while with Frederick, and another member, called Ian. They told him that his dealings with Stephanie was the news around school, and that the rumour said he had conducted himself well, and that they were proud of him. Tom was chuffed.

After dinner, he sneaked away into the Garden. The Garden was an area where students and staff were allowed to grow vegetables and flowers. The ones interested in that could apply for an allotment and could do almost whatever they wanted with it.

Some of the staff had had their plots for a long time and had grown trees and hedges, making the Garden to a veritable maze, with secluded corners with stone benches where people used to meet for all sorts of activities.

Tom went to the southern part, where there was an open space, with a lawn. It was there people met up, if they had not decided on a particular spot to meet.

Amanda was already there, standing below a very naked marble statue of an ancient god that Tom thought was Mars. Nudity embarrassed him, and although the sight of unclad girl's bottoms made him blush there were some benefits. A naked marble man had nothing to recommend itself and only made him feel awkward. Maybe it was different if I had been a girl.

The fact that Amanda Tilly was standing below the statue seemed to make it even more shamefully nude.

'You came,' she said, smiling.

'Yes, I was curious.'

'Curious about me?'

'Well, curious,' he said and blushed to a deeper red.

'I think it means you feel the same affinity I do. Come,' she said and took his hand.

She led him into the maze of paths and hedges. They sat down on a stone bench, side by side.

'I love to come here,' Amanda said, smiling, looking a little nervous. 'It is very peaceful.'

'Yes, very.'

'There is one thing I wanted to ask you.'

'Yes?'

'You see, if you don't mind,' she said, and looked a little worried, 'well, it's like this. You see, there is this club, we are just a few girls. It's kind of new. We would need a little help, and it would be such a blast if you would join, I mean, to help out with the things we can't do ourselves. You see, we are a little lost on our own.'

Tom felt awkward, wondering if they wanted him to lift something that was heavy, or do something other that they thought girls couldn't do. He was also a little disappointed, thinking that perhaps, Amanda liked him a little.

Tom's School Days 9

I know you had to wait for this instalment of the story. I can only apologise and hope for leniency. Never mind, here it is, the continuation of the story of Tom and his adventure in school.

After breakfast the next day Tom and Stephanie went together to Mr Allen's office. Tom's heart was beating hard. The sole reason for that was not just his fear of the tutor's assessment of his handiwork, it was also due to the fact that Stephanie had pushed him into a corner, slipped her hand down his trousers, wrapped her hand around his manhood, stared him into the eyes, and then planted a kiss on his lips.

'I wanted to know what you feel about me,' she said, as she stepped back, leaving Tom with a sense of surprise, shock, and missed opportunities.

In Mr Allen's office they both stood nervously in front of his desk.

'Ah, the unfortunate Miss Burns. I gather Mr Banks here helped you with your punishment.'

'Yes, sir, he did. In my opinion, he did it well.'

'What a pity it is not for you to decide that, Miss Burns. It is not your place to even have an opinion, is it?'

'No, Mr Allen, sorry, Mr Allen.'

'Shall we see then?'

'Yes, sir.'

Stephanie promptly pulled her knickers down to her knees. This time they were green. She turned her back to Mr Allen, pulled her skirt up, and leaned forward. Tom blushed.

'Hm,' Mr Allen said, 'hm, again. Well.'

He continued looking at Stephanie's bottom.

'Well...' he said.

'Hm, yes...I say...' he continued.

Then he looked up. Stephanie stayed in place.

'Mr Banks, this is not bad. I hadn't expected you to do so well. I thought, perhaps, you had a soft spot for Miss Burns, and would have let her off too lightly. A pity, in a way, it takes away the need for me to rectify the error. I do take some pleasure in rectifying this kind of errors, you know. You did well, I must say, there are some really good ones here. Come over here!'

'Yes, sir,' Tom said, his voice a little weak.

He moved forward and looked where Mr Allen pointed.

'You see that one, the dark one, across her sweet spot, that one you should be particularly proud of.'

'Thank you, Mr Allen.'

'I am just pointing out the obvious. As you can see on those pinkish ones, there are some that are clearly below standard.'

'I did my best.'

'I am sure you did. I will let the whole matter rest here. No need for extras. I am glad you show such talent for this. But don't be complacent. You are good for an amateur, that is all.'

'Thank you, Mr Allen.'

'We can arrange for some practice.'

'Practice?'

'Yes, I know you get some practice in the Mushy Peas Club, but I am thinking of proper practice. We do arrange sessions for those who want to perfect their skills. Would you be interested?'

'Well, sir, I guess so.'

'Guess so?'

'I mean, sir, I would like that.'

'Good.'

'How, sir, how is it done, the practice?'

'You mean on whom do you practice?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Volunteers, Mr Banks, we practice on volunteers.'

'But, Mr Allen, who would volunteer?'

'You wouldn't believe it, but we have plenty of volunteers.'

'Yes, sir.' Tom was still confused but decided not to continue asking.'

'Miss Burns, you may put your dress in order.'

'Thank you, sir.'

Stephanie turned round, pulled her knickers up. She curtsied and Tom bowed and they left.

'That went well,' she said.

'Do you think so?'

'Of course. You did a cracking job yesterday, I am impressed.'

'Didn't it hurt.'

'Of course it hurt, that's what impressed me.'

'Oh.'

Tom's School Days 8

I do enjoy writing this story, and maybe it is wrong to drip feed you it, but I like it this way, short instalments, over a period of time. I do like trying to see things from Tom's perspective, an innocent but enthusiastic young man, surrounded by kinky boys, and some quite kinky girls, not to mention the teachers. In this, slightly shorter bit, you get to read the conclusion of Stephanie's punishment.

Around 35 Tom was feeling cruel, but he got on with it. Around 40 he was happy as a cat, and wielded the cane with vigour. He noticed the effect on Stephanie, who once let go of the armrests. She refrained from putting her hands on her bottom. Instead she returned to her position, and the punishment could continue.

When there were just twelve left, he stopped and stared at Stephanie's bottom. It looked terrible, and he was overcome with guilt about what he had done. He had to brace himself and focus, in order not to become too meek.

He delivered the last ones with gusto and when he was done, he was sweaty with exhaustion. The crowd stood in silence for a while, then they applauded. Tom fought back an impulse to turn round, smile, and bow to them. It wasn't appropriate.

'We're done now,' he said.

'I let go of the armrest, shouldn't there be extras?'

'Mr Allen said nothing of that.'

'It is customary.'

Tom felt anger flare up and stared at Stephanie.

'No, I say no, and so shall it be.'

'All right.'

'We are done now,' he said.

'Thank you,' she said and straightened her back. She turned to him, but did not pull her knickers up.

'Do you want to keep these?' she said and pointed to her underwear.

'No, I don't think so.'

'All right,' she said and pulled them up.

'Thank you for punishing me,' she continued.

'You are welcome,' Tom replied.

Stephanie took her skirt and stepped into it, pulled it up and buttoned it.

'What are you staring at, you can go now,' Tom barked at the crowd, who was still staring at the spectacle. They looked at him and began to move away.

Stephanie moved stiffly and when she came close to him, she looked him in the eyes, smiled, and whispered, 'thank you'.

Tom stared back without knowing what to do or say. Stephanie left the room, but before she walked out, she turned to him.

'Remember we have an inspection after breakfast.'

'Inspection?'

'Yes, Me Allen will inspect your work, and you should be there.'

'Oh, I see.' Tom became anxious. What would happen if the punishment was not enough. Then he remembered the sight of Stephanie's bottom. He hadn't been meek.

'I am sorry,' he said.

'Don't be, I deserved it.' She smiled a wicked smile and left.

Tom's School Days 7

You may find the pace in this story too slow, but this is the way I have written it, so you just have to wait. Maybe I should interrupt the story with something else? We'll see.

'Maybe I shall get ready,' Stephanie said in a way that Tom understood to be meant as demurely.

He wasn't sure it was, but it had a strange effect on him, anyway.

'Yes, please, do that.'

The crowd fell silent, and Tom had to turn and look to be sure they hadn't gone away. When he turned back to Stephanie he was overcome by a sudden redness of his cheeks, and a dryness in his throat.

Stephanie was not leaning over the chair, which he had expected. Instead she was folding her skirt and putting it to the side.

'I thought it better this way, it will only fall down. Do you have the cane?'

Ye...yes,' he stammered, and went over to his desk and picked up a sturdy cane he had got from the porters lodge.

'Good,' Stephanie said, seemingly still in command of proceedings.

Stephanie turned towards Tom, and waited. Tom said nothing, his gaze was fixed on Stephanie's bare legs.

'Oh, maybe I have to do something about the shirt,' she said, 'it's hanging too low.'

She pulled it up a bit and knotted it in front. Now Tom was not just staring at her legs, but also her very red knickers. The crowd was silent.

Stephanie stood and waited. Tom knew he was supposed to do something.

'This is the moment when you ask if I am ready, and then tell me to prepare myself,' she said and smiled.

'Oh,' he said, hesitated, 'oh, I see. Are you ready?'

'Yes.'

'Please, prepare yourself.'

Without much hesitation, Stephanie took hold of her very red knickers and pulled them down to her knees. There was heard a collective gasp at her action.

She then turned to the chair, leaned over it, grabbed the armrests with her hands, much like Amanda had done, the evening before, but with the difference that Stephanie was not wearing a skirt.

It was time for Tom. He held out the cane, as he moved closer to her. The crowd was still dead silent. Stephanie stood in a way that her bottom was on full display for the eager onlookers. Tom placed the cane against her bottom, pulled it back and let it fly.

There was a sigh from the crowd as the sound of cane against soft skin rang out.

'I think,' Stephanie said, 'that you will have to do better. Mr Allen will inspect me, you know.'

Tom gave her another lash.

'Oh,' she gasped, 'much better, but that one will count as a half in Mr Allen's book.'

Tom was embarrassed and angered by her reproaching him. The next lash was hard and firm, and he heard a gasp, not from Stephanie, but from the audience. The stripe across her buttocks was sharp and red. Stephanie drew herself up, looked to the ceiling, lifted one leg and let out the air in her lungs.

'One,' she said.

Tom continued. He knew now how hard he had to hit for it to be appropriate. He had to brace himself for it and took his time to focus.

The crowd was with him. They gasped, sighed, and cheered when a particularly good one hit home. Stephanie moved her feet, wriggled her body, shook her bottom, threw her hair, and wailed. She counted the strokes out loud.

When they had come to fifteen, Tom was exhausted. He stopped for a while, looked at Stephanie's bottom, which had turned a bright and angry red, then at the audience, noticing that one of the girls in the crowd was the girl called Tamara, whose knickers had caused so much hilarity in the Club common room.

He knew he had to get on with the job. And when he reached twenty, he was again taken by that unusual elation that had swept through him when punishing Amanda Tilly. He got careless and a stroke hit Stephanie's thighs, and the crowd cheered.

Tom's School Days 6

Tom's got himself into something of a mess, not that I say it necessarily is an unpleasant mess, but still. Read on and you will see what will happen.

The next morning, Tom woke up, shook his head and wondered what had become of his school days. He wondered if it was his membership in the Mushy Peas Club that had changed it. Or was it he, himself, who had changed?

He had been fooling around with the girls before, and especially Stephanie Burns, but she had never before been so keen, or so, Tom was searching for a word,...advanced.

He was nervous about the after dinner treatment he was to bestow upon Stephanie. At the same time he looked forward to it. He walked through the day in a kind of haze, finding it hard to focus on his studies.

He noted also that there was another kind of attention given him, especially from the girls. He blushed fetchingly when some particularly pretty one smiled at him.

When he walked from lunch, he felt someone grab his arm.

'Hello, Mr Tom Banks,' a small voice said by his side.

He turned to the voice and saw that it belonged to the girl he had treated with the cane the evening before. She held his arms and smiled at him.

'Amanda!' he said.

'You remember my name,' she said, and blushed, still smiling.

'I...I am sorry for yesterday,' he stammered.

'Oh, don't be. I was late, you know.'

'Oh, I see. I had never before...you know.'

'You handled it well, then.'

'Did I?'

'Yes, I can still feel it.'

'Sorry.'

'No, that's how it should be.'

'Do you think so?'

'Yes, of course I do,' Amanda said with a slightly dreamy expression on her face. 'Don't you think that there is a very special affinity between a boy and the girl he has whipped?'

Tom felt mean hearing her call it 'whipped'. It was, indeed, a whipping, but Tom thought it reminded him of far more gruesome things.

'So you are not angry with me?'

'No, not at all, you did your duty.'

'Yes, yes,' he said, his voice uncertain, 'I did my duty.'

'I use to take a walk in the garden, after dinner,' she said.

'Oh, I am busy,' he replied before thinking of what he was saying.

'I know, but not every evening.'

'No, no, that's true.'

Amanda left and hurried away. Some distance away, she turned, and smiled and waved to him.

Tom was baffled, but not in an unpleasant way. He liked Amanda. She was very different from Stephanie, smaller, darker, cuter in a way, although Tom had always found Stephanie very beautiful.

Dinner came and Tom was not able to fully appreciate the blandness of the stew and the texture of the overcooked vegetables.

He walked on trembling legs back to his hall of residence. A small crowd had already gathered outside his room. There were mostly boys, for obvious reasons. Only boys were allowed in the boy's hall of residence, unless invited by a resident. Besides Stephanie there were some girls who had, indeed, been invited to watch the spectacle.

'I never knew I was this popular,' Stephanie said as Tom unlocked the door.

'Will you just wait a second, until we can get in?' he shouted above the crowd. They held back a little, although the constant chattering didn't stop.

The audience stared through the doorway as Tom and Stephanie went in. The room was small, and Tom had made sure to put anything private away. He still didn't like the idea of having a lot of people there.

He took his chair, the one by his desk and turned it around. Stephanie stood beside the chair with an expression on her face he couldn't interpret. She didn't look scared, rather amused, or even eager. He was surprised and a little confused.

'Can we come in?' someone said.

'All right,' Tom barked, 'but not too close.'

A dozen or so crammed themselves into the room, the rest gathered in the doorway. They all stared eagerly at Tom and Stephanie.

Tom's School Days 5

Another instalment of the story of Tom and his experiences in school. I do enjoy writing it, but I can see that this story dominates my blogging at the moment. Please let me know if you get bored by it.

Tom's reaction and actions weren't exactly rational as Stephanie paid lip service to his member who dutifully stood to attention. He knew Stephanie was gifted and very, very attractive, but he was still surprised and even overwhelmed by her skills.

He did very little but gasp and moan and bite his lip. What he did do, included trying desperately to yank down Stephanie's shirt from her shoulders, making her more naked than she was. He wanted more of her, but as it was, she was almost out of reach for him, and he didn't want to interrupt what she was doing.

Everything must end, and this event reached its conclusion, all too soon, but not soon enough for Tom. And as Stephanie was occupied with the after-care of his tired warrior, using both her mouth and hands, Tom was slowly coming back to the realm of the living.

Fortunately, for Tom, Stephanie had just managed to replace what she had released, when disaster struck. A voice resounded through the night.

'What have we here?'

Tom immediately recognised the voice as that of Mr Allen, the History teacher, one of the sterner of the staff. His heart stopped beating, as it seemed.

'We were just talking,' Stephanie, said, and turned to Mr Allen who had appeared out of the shadows. She was still on her knees.

'I do understand you have been using your mouth, my dear, but that doesn't explain the shirt.'

'Oh,' she said and immediately pulled her shirt up and began buttoning it. She rose to her feet, and stood back from the lecturer.

'Mr Allen,' Tom began, 'I can explain...'

'No, need to explain, Tom. It is late, but you are, after all a member of the Mushy Peas Club.'

'But...'

'You, on the other hand,' he said and turned to Stephanie, 'are in breach of the curfew, caught with your dress in disorder, and suspected of inappropriate conduct.'

'I am sorry, sir,' Stephanie whispered, sounding meek.

'You know we have no hesitation in dealing with misdeeds, and that we do not spare the rod. This calls for a punishment, you know that, of course?'

'Of course, sir.'

'I will give you a choice, Miss Burns, and that is between 20 in the yard, or 40 in my rooms.'

In the yard meant that the cane would be applied publicly, in the yard, where a whipping post was set in the ground. It allowed students and staff to watch and was generally considered a great disgrace.

'Oh, please, Mr Allen.'

'Surely you agree that your conduct calls for some disciplining.'

'Yes, sir, I do. But can't Tom do it? Please.'

'Ah, that's an idea,' Mr Allen said, his face lightening up, 'it is not such a bad idea.'

'Please, Mr Allen, Tom can punish me, in his room.'

'Well, why not. If Mr Banks agrees to it.'

'Please, Tom, will you do it?'

Tom was flabbergasted. But Stephanie looked desperate, as if she really wanted it, and she had been very kind to him.

'Yes, sir,' he replied, 'I'll do it.'

'Good. Tomorrow, after dinner, Miss Burns will come to your room, where you will give her 60 strokes with the cane.'

'60?'

'Yes, 60. I will inspect her Friday morning, and I know what to expect. I know what a bottom is supposed to look like after 60 sharp cuts with the cane. You, Tom, will get a cane from the porters lodge.'

'Yes, sir.'

'Is that what you want, Stephanie?'

'Yes, sir.'

'So be it. And you can't do it in private, anyone around will have the privilege of watching. Understood?'

'Yes, sir,' they both said.

'Agreed then, good night.'

'Good night, sir,' they said in unison.

'And, don't forget, always on the bare.'

'No, sir, yes, sir.'

Tom's School Days 4

As you may see, this story will now move in a slightly different direction. I did enjoy writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it.

Tom's mind was in turmoil as he walked in the cloister after leaving the Club. The Mushy Peas Club confused him. They showed a very cavalier and arrogant attitude about most things, at the same time they were meticulous in keeping track of the offender's knickers. Although he was proud of being part of it, and had actually enjoyed the whipping, he found this obsession a little uncanny.

'Tom,' a whisper from the shadows.

He stopped and looked in the direction of the voice. He had heard it was a girl's whisper.

'Tom, over here,' the voice said.

'Steph?'

'Who else?'

In the shade Stephanie's red hair looked darker, although her eyes seemed to sparkle.

'First time, eh?'

'What do you mean?' Tom said.

Stephanie had come closer to him. She was smiling, confusing Tom.

'First whipping, I heard. You made an impression.'

'You know Miss Tilly?'

'Miss Tilly my arse,' she said and laughed, 'Amanda couldn't stop talking about it.'

'Couldn't she?'

'Did you enjoy it?'

'Why would I enjoy it?'

'Oh, I think you did.'

Stephanie stood very close to Tom now, and she had put her hand on his crotch. He tensed his body, but fought back his reactions. He didn't want to appear too affected by her presence.

'We can do something about this,' she purred.

'Not here,' Tom hissed.

'Come!'

Stephanie took him by his hand and led him into the even darker shadows of the staircase to the library. She pushed him against the wall. Then she knelt in front of him and looked with glittering eyes at his crotch.

Tom became very self conscious.

'Not here.'

'Why not here?' she said.

She reached out her hands and began unbuttoning his fly. Tom wanted to protest, but something held him back.

'No, we need something different,' she said and sat back, 'do you want to see my tits?'

'What?...well, yes.'

Stephanie began to unbutton her shirt and flung it open. She reached for her bosom and undid a small bow between her breasts that opened her bra, exposing her breasts.

Stephanie's bra was not the first he had seen, although he was far from an expert, but he had never seen one that worked like hers. Maybe she had added that little bow in the front for occasions like this?

Tom stared at Stephanie's breasts, although he could barely see them in the shade. They were a very nice pair of breasts to look at, in Tom's opinion. His experience of female bosoms wasn't extensive, but he knew to appreciate the pair he had in front of him.

He suppressed an impulse to reach out and touch Stephanie's bosom. Soon he was thinking of other things. She had reached out and continued undoing his fly. Tom was worried someone might come by, but the sheer pleasure of Stephanie's fingers on him, seemed to cancel out his objections.

Tom's enthusiasm for her actions, surely fuelled by the previous activities at the Club, made it an ordeal for Stephanie to release that which she was trying to set free. When she finally managed, Tom let go of a sigh, and Stephanie a kind of purring sound.

She sat back for a while, as if to admire what was before her eyes. Maybe she did admire it, maybe she knew that this encouraged the one equipped with the member.