Is it me ?
voice 1"Gentle Beginnings"
I find it hard to remember the precise order of events all those age ago, everything I am going to separate you happened, just maybe not in the exact order that I tell it. I had a happy middle division childhood, being born into post war Britain, rationing was just ending, piece of work was copious, kids were on the wholly well behaved and discipline at school day was real !
I must have been 7 or 8 when I first got into trouble at school, I kicked a ball through a windowpane, I was summoned to the Headmaster. DoJ was Jonathan Swift, 6 stroking of the slipper for the first base offensive. However I had to learn as early son received coarse penalization as they were no longsighted first off offender. The system was 6 with a skidder ( trainer you might yell it today ) for the first offence, then 6 with a cane, then 6 with a cane with trousers and pants dropped. I watched with horror as Alan, one of my classmate had to neglect his pants in front of us, the set up miscreant, flexure over with his legs apart holding his ankles and suffer 6 stinging diagonal of the cane. I had thought that he would die of shame, and burst into tear. Not Alan, he smiled all through it and the perplex thing was his"willie"changed ! It grew before my very eyes ! mirthful affair was so did mine, a new experience to me.
When I got home base I stupidly told my dad what had happened, this earned me a endorse spanking, for being so poor fish as to say anything. The effect of this was to blockade me ever telling my parents anything that happened, in case I got smacked again. My parents are grand and loving people who struggled to bring us up in a rapidly changing humankind. TV was very new, about hoi polloi did not have a telephone set in the house, indeed many still had no fridge or wash out machine too ! Very few folk in our village even had a car at that time. fry made their own entertainment, those lucky enough to have a TV used to bid the neighbor in when something important was on. I can remember not long after the punishment incident at school Alan and his sister were invited in to watch a new childrens programme on TV,"Blue Simon Peter"My sometime brother sat next to Susan, Alan's Sister, while I sat on the floor with Alan. He kept trying to vibrate me, especially in THAT station, and of course of instruction I got hard again. Later, when"Childrens hour"was over Susan and my blood brother went off somewhere and Alan and I went across the fields to the woods. There was a tree business firm in the woods, and Alan led me there. Once inside he proceeded to take down his short pants and romp with his"willie ”, I was fascinated, apart from the one time in the schoolmaster spot I had only ever seen one other boy, my comrade !
The summer came and went,"dirty plot"in the tree firm became a day-after-day occurrent, though all we did was bodge each early, and politely kiss each others willie and bottom. Once his Sister came along and wanted to play, but the visual sense, and smell, of the hairy fat thing between her legs put me right off. She was 12 and had entered pubescence with full personal hygienics problems.. yurgh !
September arrived, and with it a new school year, one that was to alter my life for ever. Alan stole some cigarettes from the local paper shop, and we decided to smoke them behind the bicycle sheds at school. Bad move as the school day caretaker ( janitor ) caught us and threatened to take us straight to the Headmaster. I cried and blubbed and begged him not to, promising that I would do anything to avoid that, so anything it was ! I found out almost 40 days later, from Alan that it was all a set up, the caretaker had arranged it all with Alan but no one could have known where it would leave !
Mr Carter, the caretaker, took me, and a grinning Alan, to the boiler room, a scarey spot at the adept of times but when you had just been caught smoking it seemed like Hell itself ! Once inside his"power"an oversized store elbow room with no windows, and a door that was locked all the metre, he said he would bear to retard that we had no more cigarettes, this involved what would now be termed a strip search, with body cavity search. Alan grinned and started to deprive, but Mr Carter stopped him,
"I'll do that"he said and he slowly started to remove Alan's clothes one by one, while making a big show of checking the pockets and groping him everywhere. Once he was done with Alan he started on me, I was shaking like a leaf, but my"willie"was enjoying it then my eye went to Alan who was still naked and was rubbing his"willie"up and down and obviously enjoying it !
Mr James Earl Carter kept up the guise with a lecture about how bad smoking is, and how we needed to be punished. He asked if I wanted to be punished by him, or if I wanted to go to the schoolmaster for a full wicker on my bare bottom in front line of the school, for that, he predicted, would be the penalisation, plus the chief would surely tell my parents ! This news show brought on new rising tide of binge from me, though Alan could barely obscure his laughter ! I decided that zippo that Mr James Earl Carter could do could possibly be worse than a public wicker followed by a alphabetic character to my parents, so I agreed to his"punishment ”. I guess in a way I was right, Mr C. spanked me but the but affair I felt was his other helping hand massaging my rock severely willie. Alan and I had many more trips to Mr Carters office, though it never went promote than us being naked and him stroking us and having us stroke each other ! Sadly we never once got to see him naked, or do anything more adventurous. All in all it was a very tame introduction to something that later took over my life, but that's for the next instalment !