Requested Explanatory Foreword (not counted)

This is an M/M story which is not my kink but Ive also included other
'Not my' s in this tale, mainly a 'Not my' love of the British Public
School tradition of cloistered male bonding where a part of character
building is seen to be giving the right to some boys to beat other boys
and  the cruelty I believe that engenders. Anyway to begin.....


'THE PREFECTS COMMON ROOM'

by Alex Birch

Category: Not my kink

Words: 500


"Good God James, what's this little scrog been up to?"

Parfitt and Thorpe, who had posed the question, leaned against the
mantelpiece, grinning, as James Wilkinson towed the 14 year old boy
through the common room door by one ear, the youngster crying out in
pain as the prefect tugged sharply.

The boy was red faced, obviously terrified, and still dressed in his
pyjamas as the prefect pushed him forward towards the table.

"Would you believe I caught the little swine wanking off in bed after
lights out?" Wilkinson chortled " These lightning inspections work
wonders!!"

"Filthy little scum..." Parfitt muttered as he eased his frame upright
"...don't you know what happens to dirty little tossers like you, boy?"

The tears began to form in the boy's eyes as he stared at the cold
unrelenting faces of the seniors before him and began to plead for
mercy.

" Save your breath, Thompson...' said the head prefect with a grim smile
"...a good swishing is called for I think, dont you gentlemen ?"

The two prefects nodded their approval.

"Take his pants down, James, and lets see what he had to play with!"
said Thorpe to the merriment of his friends.

Wilkinson untied the boy's pyjama pants and they fell round his ankles
as the prefects chortled and the boy hung his head in shame.

"I wonder you could grip that pathetic little matchstick, Thompson.  I
should rub some manure in it and maybe it might grow a little" Wilkinson
chuckled as the other prefects howled in derision.

"Bend over the table you little worm!" the head prefect ordered and,
sobbing, the boy bent over the table as ordered, his bare bottom thrust
out as Wilkinson redeemed the cane from his cupboard.  He took ten paces
back then took a speedy run, the cane at shoulder height, until his arm
came down with lightning speed as he reached his target, a resounding
thwack echoing around the room.  A livid stripe spread across the boy's
bottom as he howled in agony but he held his postion bravely as the
procedure was repeated five times more.

After the sixth stroke the small body was writhing in pain , the small
bottom jerking this way and that seeking relief until Wilkinson coldly
ordered him to pull up his pants and return to his dormitory.

"..and dont you dare rub any cream on it Thompson...' he shouted after
the retreating form,  "..because I'll be up there to check!"

"Well now that was some entertainment, James..." Parfitt exclaimed
warmly "..the scrogs are irritating little scum but such delectable
arses, dont you think?" , general laughter accompanying this observation
as Thorpe opened the drinks cabinet and poured each of them a gin and
tonic as Wilkinson opened the punishment book and recorded the entry. 
He smiled grimly.  Only three more bottoms to attend to before he broke
the House punishment beatings record.  With two weeks to go before the
end of term that should be a stroll in the park!!