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 Author: obohobo
Title: Grammar School Education
Part: 1 part only
Summary: Headmaster Munroe's staunch advocacy of corporal punishment
leads to his downfall when he severely canes two innocent pupils at a
prestigious grammar school.  Set in England in the early 1970's
Keywords: MF bg.  Caning
   Grammar School Education by obohobo
   Warnings Please take note!  The text in this story contains erotic
material and is expressly written for adults only.  MF bg.  Caning If you
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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or
otherwise is purely coincidental.  The ideas and thoughts that follow are
pure fantasies.  In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant
and probably illegal.  Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can
contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the
pain, despair or humiliation.  (C) obohobo 2012
   Accused
   The huge polished black marble slab set on a granite base a little
outside the old gatehouse, in ornate gilt lettering ostentatiously informed
visitors and passersby of the purpose and establishment of the ancient
brick building seen through the archway.
   The Sir Edgar Whitby Grammar School Founded in 1742 Headmaster: Dr. 
Gerald Munroe `Leading the County in Education'
   Headmaster Munroe would justify the pompous statement by citing the
school's academic achievements and high examination pass rate but other
schools would point out that the stiff entrance exam to The Sir Edgar
Whitby creamed off the best of the county's talent and once in the
establishment, with Munroe's staunch advocacy of corporal punishment, fear
kept them working to the best of their ability.  In this he bucked the
growing trend for schools to phase out the use of the cane ahead of a
government initiative to ban corporal punishment altogether.  Only close
associates knew the headmaster delighted in inflicting the pain and that
seeing the livid stripes decorate the bare buttocks of the girl or boy
needing chastisement, brought immediate sexual arousal, arousal which he
found difficult to hide until the miscreant left the office.
   *****
   "Alice O'Rourke?  Again?  Less than a month ago Mr.  Rivers brought her
in here so perhaps I was too lenient with her then.  What has she been up
to this time, Miss Dodds?"
   "A serious matter, headmaster, she punched Claire Michaels in the face
and knocked her to the floor and would have continued punching her had I
not been there to stop it.  Mr.  Stevens came by and assisted Claire to the
medical room.  She had blood running from her nose and with her eye closing
up, he had to support her because she couldn't walk properly.  Quite likely
Matron will take her home when she has seen her."
   "I didn't punch her, Sir.  It was an accident.  I ran to get to the
dining room early and when I swung round the post at the corner of the
cloakroom, I skidded and slipped on a wet spot on the floor and my head hit
Claire in the face." Shaking in front of the tall, broad-shouldered man,
tearfully she pleaded her case but knowing Miss Dodds had no liking for her
and the head would take the teacher's word over hers, she fully expected
they'd decide to punish her.  "I know I shouldn't have been running Sir,
but it was an accident.  I couldn't help falling into her."
   "Did you actually see her hit the other girl, Miss Dodds?"
   "No Sir, but as soon as I heard the disturbance and turned round, both
were on the floor, O'Rourke was on top of Claire and had her fists
clenched. I pulled her off before she could do further damage."
   "I didn't hit her," Alice continued to plead in a soft Irish voice that
years of private schooling had entirely eliminated, knowing full well the
headmaster didn't wish to believe her and from the whispered stories that
circulated in the classrooms, she rightly guessed he'd rather see her bent
over the sturdy bench that stood prominently on display in his office,
something she'd managed to avoid on her last visit.
   "Report to me at end of school today, we'll sort it out then," he
abruptly ordered, "If Claire is fit, I'll hear what she has to say."
Unfortunately Matron took Claire home without knowing her friend needed her
support.
   *****
   "I heard one of the back windows break and when I ran outside, found
this new boy still tossing the ball in the air.  He blames boys playing
cricket in the field the other side of the wall but when I looked, there
wasn't anyone in sight, Sir," Caretaker Dick Boyce explained.
   "And what is your version of the story, Michael Neary?"
   "Sir, I was walking around the back way to the library when a ball came
over the hedge, it hit the window and cracked the glass but most of the
pieces stayed in place.  The ball bounced back in my direction so I caught
it but with it being a hard cricket ball, it stung my hands so I tossed it
in the air and caught it again.  I did that a couple of times Sir.  I
didn't throw the ball at the window Sir, it really did come from over the
hedge.  The hedge is higher than the wall Sir, and boys were playing
cricket there but they must have hidden themselves when they heard the
window break.  It's not my ball Sir, I never play cricket." Worried because
in the three weeks he'd attended the prestigious school, he'd heard stories
of boys and girls being caned, frequently severely, for minor offences and
seen them sit very gingerly at their desks the following day, whereas at
his previous school, the head used the cane only a few times a year. 
Breaking a window would be considered a serious offence, an offence of
which he was innocent.
   "So we have you with a ball in your hand, the ball you admit broke the
window, and a disappearing cricket team.  An unlikely story, Neary. 
Perhaps it is time you found out how I deal with misbehaviour of this kind
and boys that try to lie there way out of trouble.  See me at the end of
school today and unless you can find this phantom cricket team, I'll
believe you broke the window." To himself he muttered with glee, "Two in
need of a good caning, both for serious misdemeanours, I can justifiably
give them the full eight and witnessing that will get Rachel horny and
ready to fuck afterwards.  Maybe she'll come home and spend the evening
with me and we can have a longer fuck session."
   Punished
   "Hi, you're the new boy, Michael something, you're in some of my classes
but I never expected you to get into trouble so soon.  What did you do to
upset Monster Munroe?" Alice whispered as the pair sat outside the head's
office.
   "Michael Neary.  He says I broke a window but I didn't," tears had
already formed in his eyes, "Some boys played cricket on the public field
by the school and they hid when they heard the glass break.  I caught the
ball and now I'm getting blamed for the damage.  You're Alice, aren't you?
I heard you beat up another girl?"
   Michael glanced at the blonde girl with well-developed breasts that
pushed her out white blouse, sitting nervously alongside him.  Had not fear
for his forthcoming punishment been uppermost in his mind, he would have
taken more notice but his eyes were already blurred with tears that had yet
to overflow and run down his cheeks.  He knew Alice was a popular girl with
the boys in his class but, being reticent rather than shy, he hadn't any
social contact with her or any other girl for that matter.
   "Yeah, that's what they say but I didn't punch her or anything, she's a
friend of mine, I ran along the corridor and slipped and head butted Claire
and knocked her out.  They took her home so she can't corroborate my story
and Dotty Dodds hates my guts and will lie her arse off to get me caned. 
You'll probably get the cane too because I doubt he'll believe you even if
you are innocent, and I expect you are.  It was probably Doug Hoskins and
three or four others that often play cricket out there but they'll swear
they were somewhere else and they don't go to this school so he will have
to find them first."
   Alice studied the skinny boy with more candour than he did her.  "He's
not bad looking really and he's intelligent, well we all have to be to get
into this hell-hole, and we must both be sixteen but I bet he's still a
virgin.  If bloody Munroe doesn't soon call us in, Mikey will pass out with
the worry," she mused.
   After a deliberate wait of fifteen minutes, a wait that made them more
and more anxious, Rachel Mathews, the buxom, sour-faced school secretary,
called Alice into the office but intentionally failed to close the door
completely, allowing the sounds that emanated from the room to reach
Michael's ears, sounds that caused him further worry and anger.  Alice
shouted and pleaded her innocence and at first refused to bend over the
caning bench, a desk-like structure that had been in use since the early
days of the school.  Pupils were required to lie face down over the top and
were fastened in place with a broad strap across the lower back to prevent
them moving and being caned in the wrong place.  With girls, their skirt
and knickers would be lowered, boys their trousers and underpants, to
reveal their bare bottoms and in most cases, their genitals too.  Miss
Rachel Mathews, a lady in her mid forties, always willingly acted as
witness and assisted restraining any recalcitrant pupils who refused to
take their punishment.
   "No, I'm not going over that bench, I didn't punch her." Michael heard
Alice yell and then screaming and sounds of a struggle, more swearing from
Alice and then sobs.
   "You're getting extra for that performance girl.  We don't tolerate that
sort of behaviour in this school," the head's angry voice came through the
door.  "You certainly won't want to sit for long this evening." He hated it
when pupils rebelled against his authority even if it gave him an excuse
for further punishment or to lay the strokes on with more severity.  Her
angering him had repercussions that not only affected her backside, but
Michael's too.  He picked up the long, whippy, crook handled cane and
swished it in the air.
   A few minutes later a loud CRACK followed by a horrendous scream as the
head laid on the first stroke.  Michael now wondered if he would be caned
with the same ferocity and half decided to run home but his father had
signed the form allowing corporal punishment never expecting his quiet,
studious son to experience it.  The thought of the alternative, expulsion
and loss of his scholarship, kept Michael in his seat.  His thoughts were
interrupted by a second CRACK and another loud scream and pleading but with
fear almost rooting him to the chair, he stayed and listened and counted
each stroke.  Eight all told.  A longer wait while the crying and wailing
continued but after five minutes Alice walked unsteadily through the door
and headed for the girl's toilets, her face distorted in agony, her hair in
a mess and tears flowing down her cheeks.  Before the secretary closed the
door again, Michael noticed the head's prick tented the front of his
trousers and wasn't surprised he had to wait before the door opened again.
   "Come in Neary, I hope we do not have the same rebelliousness from you
as that girl, if we do, your bottom will pay the price," the head
threatened.
   "I did not break the window Sir, I don't deserve any caning."
   "Nonsense boy, lying will only get you further strokes of the cane. 
Bend over the bench." Seeing no way out of the situation, he did and
immediately felt the belt being tightly buckled across his back, holding
him immovably to the solid oak bench.  To his surprise Miss Richards
unfastened his trousers and pulled them and his pants to his ankles and
spread his legs as far as his clothing allowed.  He knew that from her
kneeling position she could see his prick and balls hanging down and would
see that he'd the start of an erection, an erection that deflated as soon
as the first stroke landed.
   Munroe didn't spare him.  In a bad mood after the girl defiance and now
the boy disputing his judgement, he decided Michael would receive the same
number of strokes as the girl and cracked each of them across both bony
cheeks with as much force as he dared and not split the skin.  Even so it
was a near thing and would only require a little knock before some stripes
would bleed.  Being tall and thin for his sixteen years and not being a
macho man type, Michael screamed and begged but too aroused by the boy's
suffering, the head gave him the full eight.  Afterwards both he and the
secretary examined the stripes carefully, `to make sure there was no
untoward damage', they said, before finally releasing him and allowing him
to go.  Again the boy noticed the head's erection but only later when the
pain diminished a little, did he remember it.
   Rachel clicked the lock on the door and removed the head's prick from
its confinement.  "You really gave that pair a good thrashing Gerald,
they'll be tender for a while.  I bet you wish you could have stuffed this
prick into that Alice's cunt and I wouldn't have minded the boy's but at
least we can take care of each other." She took Gerald's manhood into her
mouth and sucked vigorously.
   Enquiries
   Painfully and slowly, Michael walked the three-quarters of a mile to the
newspaper offices where his father worked.  His appointment as chief
editor, the reason for the family's move to Gressingbury, a move Michael
disliked from the start and now had even more reasons to hate.  Ignoring
the receptionist who he usually spoke to and who checked to see if his
father was free, Michael went straight to his father's office.  Seeing his
son crying and in pain, David, dismissed the man with him and, realising
something serious had happened, with much concern asked the matter and
listened with mounting anger whilst Michael blubbered out the whole story.
Furious at his son being caned for something he didn't do, he asked, "May I
see the stripes?" The walk caused a couple of the stripes to open and bleed
and stick to his pants and the moving of them caused further bleeding. 
"That bastard has to be stopped," he hissed, picking up the phone and
punching a number, yelled, "Sara, my office please, bring your camera."
   "Munroe's doing?" she enquired kneeling to photograph the wounds, "You
going to make an issue of it in the paper?  We tried once before but your
predecessor cut it and it wasn't as bad as this.  Jim needs to see him."
   "Jim?"
   "Dr.  James Cadogan, the police surgeon, I've met him on other police
cases.  Good bloke.  Can I phone him, he's probably at the clinic at the
end of the road?"
   "Alice had the same caning but I didn't see her after she went into the
toilets but she'll be in a bad way too," Michael mentioned.
   While they waited for the doctor, Sara continued taking photographs not
only of the injuries but also of Michael's distraught face and between
them, heard more of the reasons for the canings and Munroe's failure to
check on the facts.
   "I'm taking him to the hospital," the doctor announced as soon as he
examined the wounds, "They'll record them as non-accidental injuries and
involve the police and me in my official capacity.  You said he caned a
girl well Michael, do you know where she lives?" He didn't but they had her
name and it wouldn't take long to find her.  Sara, in hot pursuit of a
story and already on the way, had a head start.
   "As you saw David, Michael has welts across both buttocks and two have
opened and split and it shows something of his courage that he walked to
your offices considering the pain he suffered.  Besides the visible marks,
the underlying bones are bruised so it will be some time before he can sit
in comfort and even with our efforts here, there may be permanent scarring.
The hospital will do their best to minimise it but we have to also see that
no others suffer like this," the doctor explained to Michael's father and
the police that were in attendance.
   *****
   "May we speak to Alice please, Mrs.  O'Rourke?" WPC Karen Smithson
enquired when the door opened, "We understand she had a severe caning at
school today." PC Josh Jacobs stood to one side.
   "Severe!  That's a bloody understatement.  That sod Munroe has cut her
to pieces.  We're not letting her back there.  And if she's to be believed,
she got it for an accident and not for punching her friend." Lorna
O'Rourke's down to earth brogue showed her early roots in a working class
family but with her husband's success as a building contractor, they could
now afford to send Alice to an expensive school.
   "We're to investigate that later but we have a boy in hospital that Dr.
Munroe caned too and we'd like to see if your daughter needs treatment and
if the police need to prosecute the headmaster for exceeding his powers. 
You may have reporters to see you as well because the boy's father intends
to run the story in the paper."
   "Yeah, I know that, the photographer woman just left and said you were
coming and would take Alice to the hospital for treatment and examination.
She wanted to get her pictures before you took her away.  They need to give
that headmaster a good dose of his own treatment but I doubt they will."
   At the hospital Dr.  Cadogan explained to the police officers, "Her
injuries are dreadful too but the skin isn't broken and with more flesh
covering her buttocks, the pelvic bones are not bruised.  One advantage of
being a woman.  The welts are very deep and will still take a long while to
heal and even if she did punch the girl, this thrashing is far too severe.
You will also notice the lump and bruise on her forehead that supports her
story and it seems most likely she did slip and accidentally hit the other
girl with her head.  Alice says they are friends but you'll need to check
on that."
   *****
   "His car is here," Josh remarked, "Slip around the back Karen in case he
tries to creep away when I knock on the front door."
   "Oh-ho, so that's their game," Karen signalled for Josh to witness it
too.  With the bedroom blinds not fully lowered and the light on Karen and
Josh saw Gerald Munroe and Rachel Mathews naked on the bed having sexual
intercourse.  "By the state of the bed, it doesn't look like it's the first
time they've done it tonight.  Maybe thrashing boys and girls gives them a
sex thrill.  Let's disturb their pleasure." She knocked loudly on the
window, startling the copulating couple.
   Half an hour later they were held in separate cells in the local police
station until further evidence had been obtained before being questioned
and then charged with causing grievous bodily harm to two pupils.
   Getting together
   Friday's Gressingbury Herald carried two large format pictures on the
front page; Michael and Alice's striped bottoms with their genitals
carefully air brushed out but even in black and white, the stripes showed
clearly and would make most readers shudder at the thought of the pain they
caused.  Inset were the portraits of the two illustrating that pain.  The
headline read:
   "CANED INNOCENTS MUNROE'S BRUTALITY MUST END" Full story on page 3
   David Neary in his hard-headed reporter way, had interviewed Claire and
other girls who had been present when the accident occurred and Sara found
the boys who'd played cricket and between them, laid out their findings in
a full page article.  By the end of the day, considerable support for
Gerald Munroe's sacking arrived at the newspaper offices but the school
governors would have to sanction it and they would be influenced more by
the decision of the magistrates when Munroe and his partner were tried and
sentenced.
   *****
   "Hi ya, Alice, how are you doing, you're walking better than I seem to
be," Michael greeted her when their paths crossed in the park whilst taking
the daily gentle walking exercise the doctors ordered.  Both were suspended
from school until the investigations and school reorganisations had taken
place.  In any case, neither could sit through a whole lesson without
considerable pain, even with the painkillers the hospital supplied.  Now,
one week after the event, Michael began to worry over missing the work and
to a lesser extent Alice did too.
   "Still need a soft cushion to sit on and this walking makes me feel
older than mother," she laughed, "I'm ready to head for home again, want to
come with me and update me on what's happening?  I'm sure your dad gets
more of the info than we do." They chatted and slowly ambled to her home,
"It's okay, you can come in Mikey, Mum and Dad are at work." Never having
been in a house alone with a girl Michael entered hesitantly.  Alice
laughed, "Neither of us are in any condition to do anything some old folks
would think improper but I wouldn't mind seeing how bad your arse really
is. You can see mine too and if you're gentle, you can put some cream on
for me.  Walking rubs it off and I expect you find the same thing too."
   She led him into her bedroom and took a tube of the prescribed cream
from her bedside cabinet, "You can do me first," and then giggled when he
blushed, "You have to undo the zip at the side of the skirt and then pull
it down.  I didn't wear knickers because they chafe." With shaking hands,
he fumbled with the zip and finally lowered the skirt and for the first
time saw a girl's bottom, in this case a badly bruised and welted bottom.
Alice laid herself over the side of the bed and teasingly spread her legs
knowing he had an unrestricted view of her cunt.  Still in a laughing mood
she admonished, "Don't just look at it, put a little cream on." With the
utmost care, almost not daring to touch her flesh, he applied the cream. 
Of course, the sight and smell of her sex gave him an erection; an erection
he knew wouldn't go down before it was her turn to apply cream.
   Alice knew this and again, teased him over his blushes but didn't spare
them.  Standing in front of him, she unbuttoned his trousers and carefully
pulled them and his pants down.  Michael's prick sprang forward when
released from its confinement, "At least that's not affected," Alice pulled
it down and letting it go, laughed when it sprang back and hit his stomach.
Her expression and mood changed when she turned him round and saw the state
of his arse.  "Bloody hell, I thought mine was bad but you've got scabs on
yours and the bruises are blacker.  Do you think they'll put Monster Munroe
away?"
   "We won't know until the court case but I'm pretty sure he won't get his
job back.  He's not allowed in the school until after the hearing and nor
is Miss Mathews.  Thanks," he added when Alice finished putting the cream
on.
   "If we lie side by side on the bed we can talk and let the cream soak
in," Alice suggested, "Or perhaps you'd like a blowjob?  Of course you
would but are probably too shy to say so." Suiting actions to words, they
lay on their sides in a sixty-nine position and she started to gently suck
him.  Instinctively or impulsively, he kissed the mound of blonde hair in
front of his face and sharply withdrew.  "Don't be afraid, Mikey, it
doesn't bite and it's nice to feel your lips there.  You like what I'm
doing to you, don't you?  We girls get pleasure from a tongue too.  Keep
going boy-o," she ordered in her bubbly way.  It wasn't long before Mike
erupted into her mouth.
   For a while they lay face-to-face and talked and for the first time in
his life, Michael found he could talk to a girl on non-school matters
without hesitating and getting tongue-tied.  In the after glow of his
climax, they talked about their sex lives, Michael finding she had
experienced a number of boys and even taken two to bed with her parent's
approval; hers were more open and understanding in that respect than his.
Afterwards the discussion turned to their schoolwork.  "I'll ask Dad to
contact Dr.  Lockwood, the acting headmaster, to see what he can arrange.
Maybe we could do it together?"
   "The homework, you mean?" Alice grinned.
   "Of course," Michael replied, quickly correcting his ambiguous sentence.
   *****
   Katherine Neary quickly noticed the change in her son.  He'd been taking
the work one of the teachers left at the newspaper offices, to Alice and
spent most of the day there.  Some of the time they spent making love
without actual penetration, but they studiously did the work they could and
Mike gave it to his father for returning to the school.  "I think there's
more to their seeing each other than school stuff," Katherine remarked to
her husband, "He smiles more and seems happier over being in Gressingbury.
Alice is a little uncouth in her language but she seems a nice enough
girl."
   "Michael's smitten with her and I wouldn't be surprised if they are
experimenting with things while they are alone together.  They are old
enough to know what they are doing and he's had enough warnings about safe
sex so why not let them be.  If it lasts until they go to university, fine;
if not he will have had enough experience with a girl to find himself
another.  Why not invite her to Sunday lunch?" David added his prosaic
view.
   In fact the pair had intercourse on the Friday before then.  "Would you
like to fuck me, Mikey?  I think we could do it if I bend over the bed and
you do it doggy style.  You know what that means?" He did.  "You'll have to
be careful though not to bash my bum too hard.  As you know, it is still
very tender."
   She'd already given him a handjob less than an hour previously but with
a little foreplay he again had a full erection.  Positioning his prick with
care and entering it slowly into her vagina, Mike began sedately thrusting,
partly because the movements caused his welts to make their presence known
and partly not to hurt Alice but when she demanded more action, he
complied. "The doctors should have ordered this as gentle exercise rather
than making us walk," he commented when she thrust back to meet his more
rapid movements.  As Alice anticipated, her earlier milking of his prick
delayed his second climax and allowed her to orgasm before him.  Michael
thanked her enthusiastically and both knew that having experienced vaginal
intercourse, it wouldn't be long before he'd want to do it again.
   Claire chose that day to visit her friend on the way home from school.
Her face showed little sign of her black eye but it lit up when she saw
Michael's underpants left on the chair beside the bed when he hurriedly
pulled his shorts on.  "Oh ho ho, who's been a naughty boy and girl then?"
she taunted them but without malice, "No wonder you are taking such a long
time off school." She filled them in on the latest school gossip and said
Dr.  Lockwood was less strict but most teachers still demanded the same
amount of work.  Even so the atmosphere was less like a prison regime.
   Lunch with the Neary's actually cemented their relationship.  Although
they'd kissed many times in privacy, this time they did it in front of his
parents who then had to acknowledge the fact that Alice and Michael were
now together as an `item' at least for the immediate future.  Brought
together by the cane, an extremely painful way to bring two teenagers
together.
   Finis
   
  
Grammar School Education