“Augustus come through, don’t dither boy! You’re already late for our meeting and I cease to believe why?”

“I’m sorry Sir, some of the bigger boys were hurting me, and they kept pushing and shoving me in the corridor”

“That is a fault only of your own boy, you were instructed to arrive here promptly at half four. Why should I sacrifice ten minutes of my life because of your own ability to be punctual? An extra punishment will go your way Augustus; I will not tolerate this kind of insolence.

Augustus stood there, painted by a vacant expression. He felt no need to challenge the house master. If he reasoned with him, or tried to compromise with the situation, he would get it thrown back in his face.

Master Winchurch was a man of deep morals. He was stern but fair, dishing out punishments on naughty boys and praising the better behaved ones.

His old fashioned techniques were encouraged by other members of the school board. It was seen fit that at Presthaven grammar school boys should be punished physically, rather than mentally.

Boys from then on would often think twice about causing trouble knowing that they would succumb to either a vicious beating or a public humiliation.

“Now I want you to remove your trousers Augustus, and peel down your underpants.”

Augustus new better than to dawdle he quickly removed his trousers and progressively peeled down his white underpants.

Mr. Winchurch looked on in ore as the boy stood there nearly stark naked. His slender hips and pale hairless skin were most inviting.

In his mind he licked his lips; the mere thought of fucking the boy was heaven to him. He would so greatly enjoy sliding his cock in and out of the boys’ tight hole.

He felt an erection growing under his garment, he wished he could get his cock out right now and face fuck the poor boy. Oh the wonders of teenage boys he thought. Now though it was down to business, punishment!

“Swearing in class is not looked upon highly by any means Augustus. Don’t you agree?”

Augustus was deeply humiliated, half naked and blushing, only a few stuttered words escaped his poor mouth.

“Yes Sir the swearing was inappropriate, but I was unable to concentrate properly. A few people in the class make fun of me, they say things about my dead mother, and it upsets me Sir.”

“This will not be tolerated Augustus you do not reflect upon domestic life in school, nor let it get in the way of your studies. You know about my childhood don’t you? The hard background I have come from? At the age of four years old I was an orphaned child, left to the misery of life without loving parents. But did I let it get in the way of my studies?”

“Yes but Sir……..”

“I have heard enough Augustus turn around and face the black board. You will spread you’re legs wide apart and keep that position until I return.”

“Do I make myself clear boy? Well!”

Mr. Winchurch shouted abruptly, almost shaking the classroom with his bellowing voice.

“Yes Sir”

“I shall return in ten minutes, and my god you had better keep that position. You are here for punishment and punishment is what you will receive.”

Augustus stood there on the verge of tears as Mr. Winchurch left the room.

He left the door fully open so passers by could look in and see the boys humiliation.

Augustus would often find himself in this humiliating situation; more often than not it was with Mr. Winchurch. How unfair he thought whilst standing there shivering to the bone.

He Knew of Winnys role in the school and how it was him who was often assigned to punishments. But he was so cruel; vicious even, and he knew how to humiliate a boy.

By this time he was deeply embarrassed. Half of his naked body was on show to all that passed. What made matters worse was that he had been instructed to spread his young legs wide part and hold in that position.

Now his cock and balls were clearly visible, hanging low and swaying slightly with the air in the room. He was a boy of average size, but the humiliation ceased to stop.

He was very much a boy of beauty, Mr. Winchurch had been keeping an eye on him for some time. His moment to strike would come very soon. He just needed to get the boy in a position were he couldn’t back out; and with a little more privacy.

Their was a clatter of footsteps in the corridor, Augustus felt a wave of fear spread through him as Mr. Winchurch entered the room.

His dark relenting face was enough to make anyone quiver. His crew-cut hairstyle gave him the resemblance of an army general, and his broad chest accompanied by well built arms and legs added to this comparison.

Augustus’s heart sank dreadfully when he looked upon what Mr. Winchurch was holding. Clasped in his hands was the agonising Cain, which Augustus knew only too well.

“Ah old Cainey, you certainly do love to tame a young boy’s backside.”

Mr. Winchurch steadily approached the boy and raised the wooden Cain behind him. He lightly tapped his ass, giving him a feel of what was to come.

Augustus decided to face the brunt and get this ordeal over with as quickly as possible. He held his breath and waited for the first assault on his poor backside.