A Very Strict English Boyhood

A VERY STRICT
ENGLISH BOYHOOD

Part one

The village of Felthorpe is today much the same as it was in my youth, over looking the village green stands the Old Bull public house as it has done for a century, where the corrugated iron Baptist chapel stood now stands a modern brick built hall. As I walk the paths so familiar in my boyhood memories both good and bad flood back, the small cottage where I lived with my step?mother Jane still nestles by the parish church. Leaving the green is a narrow road which eventually leads to the small hamlet of Trumton, on my infrequent visits to Felthorpe I feel a compelling urge to walk this road, I always feel a cold shiver run down my spine, and even though many years have passed I am still very apprehensive as I approach Birch House. The old rambling Victorian vicarage which housed Birch House School for Boys, is today a nursing home for the elderly although it still retains the name Birch House, long gone are the day’s when the classroom and dormitory echoed to the sound of a swishing cane and crying boy’s.
In my boyhood Birch House had a grim reputation, the Headmistress Miss Needham was respected by the adults and feared by the village boy’s, mothers would scare their sons by threatening to send them to Miss Needham for a thrashing. Birch House School for Boys was a small, very strict private boarding school, which accepted bad boys from the courts, difficult boys from private orphanages and unwanted boys from their guardians or parents, no matter their origin they were all treated with the utmost harshness reminiscent of the most bleak Victorian boys reformatories. Miss Needham was a tall, slender well built woman in her mid 50’s, in her youth she had obviously been very good looking and was still a handsome woman, she wore her long grey hair in a tight bun at the back of her head, this gave her otherwise pleasant face an unfortunate hardness which may well have been the idea, rimless spectacles added to her stern demeanour. She invariably wore a long black dress and could be seen leading a crocodile file of her boys, on a Sunday through the village to the church for the morning service. The half a dozen boys aged between 13 and 15 always looked cowed, they were outfitted in brown school uniforms, even in those days the uniforms look childish with very short bottom hugging trousers and pecked school caps, the older boys looked absolutely ridiculous and were unmercilessly mocked by the village girls, obviously hoping to provoke a boy into making an unthinking riposte, it was rumoured that Miss Needham would occasionally give a misbehaving boy an impromptu bare bottom spanking across her knee in public, then the shamefaced and crying boy would be led back to the school by the Matron to await Miss Needham’s return, when he would receive a very long and very hard caning on his already sore rump. This I never witnessed although both the Headmistress and Matron Wallis who always accompied her to church, didn’t hesitate to slap the boys bare thighs with such force as to leave dark red finger marks visible for hours. Matron Wallis was a quite attractive woman in her early 60’s, she had a sharp intelligent face and her short grey hair was swept back from her forehead, unfortunately her nice looks hid a ferocious disciplinarian who it was said administered the most severe canings to the boys.

I had reached the age of 17 before I came into direct contact was Miss Needham, I rather foolishly believed that at my age I was out of the lady’s reach. Every Sunday I attended church with my step?mother, we always arrived late so were seated behind Miss Needham, and left as soon as the service was over so once again not coming into contact with the Birch House group. However this fateful Sunday morning our arrival at the church door coincided with the appearance of Miss Needham, as she brusquely ordered her nervous looking boys into line, I felt her watching me. I glanced up only to observe the Headmistress keenly scrutinizing me; embarrassed I felt myself blushing and quickly looked away. To my dismay my step?mother and I were seated two rows in front of Miss Needham, as the new vicar droned on relentlessly for me the only distraction was the vicars smart young wife, the leggy young woman had ignored recognized decorum and was wearing a scanty revealing dress which showed off her splendid figure. With short fashionably cut blonde hair and clear blue eyes she was I guess either a model or maybe an actress, suddenly I realized she was quite aware of me staring at her, glaring pointedly at me she frowned and tightened her thin red lips indicating no doubt that she was not pleased to be ogled. I quickly looked at my step?mother to see if she had observed my behavior, very religious she took a dim view of any improper conduct in church, it would be fruitless for me in mitigation to point to the vicars wife’s sexy outfit, as in her eyes the clergyman and spouse can do no wrong. I just hoped that the vicars wife would not inform my step?mother of my conduct, because even at my age she didn’t regard me to old for a tanning, although Jane was very petit I knew for certain I wouldn’t be sitting down for a week if that young woman reported me, and worst still I would probably be spanked in her presence, although my step?mother thankfully didn’t believe in baring my bottom. By the time the sermon had finished I was extremely nervous, and just wishing to leave the church as quickly as possible. To my dismay, when I reached the church entrance Miss Needham was already in deep conversation with Jane my step?mother, as I approached the Headmistress watched me not only with unconcealed interest but also a gleam in her eyes which I found quite unnerving, I couldn’t think why she kept staring at me. My step?mother curtly instructed me to wait by the church wall and keep out of mischief or I would be sorry, the Headmistress didn’t say anything and I had a feeling that Jane’s uncharacteristic sharpness was to impress Miss Needham. I stood by the church wall for ten minutes all the time anxiously expecting the vicars wife to appear, finally Jane finished her conversation and joined me, she mentioned that Miss Needham was offering her some work making curtains for the school, I was relieved that Miss Needham hadn’t mentioned me, however as an afterthought Jane said that the Headmistress had kindly offered to ” take me in hand” at no cost if my step?mother was having problems disciplining me. I held my breath waiting for Jane to say what she had replied, airily she continued that she had told Miss Needham that at present she could manage.
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Stunned at first, I quickly decided to obey as while in Miss Needhams presence Jane liked to show her authority over me, the shorts were tight fitting and hugged me like a second skin, to my embarrassment they not only exposed much of my naked buttock cheeks but also fitted rather too snugly around my genitals which were shown off to better effect than I would wish. I presented myself for the two women’s inspection, Jane seemed pleased with the fit however, Miss Needham said that I needed a smaller size which would more emphasize that I was under punishment. Miss Needham sharply ordered me to touch my toes, to my horror I felt the thin cotton slide into my anal cleft leaving my buttock cheeks completely bare, the Headmistress clearly excited commented that I had fine well muscled buttocks, her further comment that only a well applied heavy reformatory cane would do justice to a rump like mine, toughly frightened me. My step?mother seemed unable to reject Miss Needhams advice on how I should be disciplined, it was with acute embarrassment that I turned up to work at the village shop wearing my new short trousers, Mrs Marks the owner said now if I was naughty she would put me over her knee and smack my bottom, as she was a very comely well built blonde in her early 30’s I had an urge to be mischievous to see if she kept her threat. Later larking about with a deliveryman I deliberately lobbed a carton of biscuits at him, on hearing the crash as they hit the wall of the shop Mrs Mark stormed out, seeing what had happened she ordered me into her office at the back of the shop. As I stood waiting for her I wondered if I had gone to far, after several minutes she entered looking grim and informed me she had contacted my step?mother who had agreed to let Mrs Marks punish me as she did her small son if he’d been naughty, only in my case it was going to be a lot harder. Sitting on her chair Mrs Marks patted her lap, as I bent forward over her thigh she said how fortunate is was that I had come to work suitably attired for a spanking, scarlet faced I felt once again the narrow band of the gusset slip into my anal cleft, and was under no illusions the sight I presented to Mrs Marks ? a completely bare bottom. The woman gave an appreciative whistle, then ran her palm over my quivering cheeks, before I could take a breath she had delivered a hard slap to my right buttock then kept up a steady barrage of smacks to my naked bottom and thighs, even the backs of my legs didn’t escape her stinging palm, after five minutes she got into her stride and slapped still harder and I was unable to stifle a sob, after ten minutes I was sobbing uncontrollably and my buttocks were stinging and sore, however it was some minutes before I was permitted to rise from her lap, made to face her with my hands on my head Mrs Marks informed me that I would work an extra hour every night for a week, with no extra pay. On arriving home I was confronted by an angry Jane who informed me she had spoken to Miss Needham about my appalling behaviour, and that she had taken the Headmistresses advice on how to deal with me, apparently Jane had been told that she had been far too lenient with me. Picking up a long handled heavy wooden cloths brush from the kitchen table Jane marched me up to my bedroom, sitting on a chair she informed me I was going to received a further spanking, as I started to lay myself over her lap so stopped me, and with a superior look told me she intended to bare my bottom and that in future all my beating would be on the bare, to my humiliation she pulled down my tight little shorts bearing my already sore buttocks and also exposing my genitals which obviously she found slightly embarrassing as her faced turn pink. As my penis came into contact with her bare thighs I felt it stiffen, this was soon forgotten as the heavy cloths brush smacked into my sore buttocks, after five minutes I was howling and my buttocks were swollen and badly blistered, satisfied Jane revealed that Miss Needham was giving her a suitably long and heavy cane so she could properly enforce a strict disciplinary regime for me, this failing I would be handed over to Miss Needham for her to give me extensive personal training in the secure section of her school premises expressly reserved for very difficult boys. Sent off to bed I lay on my stomach sobbing, my buttocks throbbing painfully making sleep impossible.
For the next few weeks I tried very hard and managed to keep myself out of trouble, then came news of a scandal at Birch House School, several parents had withdrawn their sons because of the harsh discipline and at one stage it was rumoured Miss Needham would be prosecuted, although the Headmistress managed to avoid being dragged before the courts the fall out delivered a knock out blow to the school. Both private institutions and the courts declined to send boys to Birch House, I forgot about Miss Needham and with the passing of time I reverted to wearing long trousers, although Jane still retained the sanction of giving me a bare bottom spanking, fortunately Miss Needham had forgotten about the cane with all her problems.

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    GREAT STORY CAN’T WAIT FOR PART 2.

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