Is it me ?
Part 1"Gentle Beginnings"
I find it concentrated to remember the exact fiat of events all those years ago, everything I am going to tell you happened, just maybe not in the exact decree that I tell it. I had a happy centre course of instruction childhood, being born into post war Britain, rationing was just ending, piece of work was plentiful, Kyd were on the whole well behaved and discipline at school day was literal !
I must have been 7 or 8 when I first got into trouble at school, I kicked a ball through a window, I was summoned to the schoolmaster. Justice was swift, 6 cam stroke of the skidder for the first offence. However I had to watch as other boys received rough punishment as they were no foresighted first offender. The scheme was 6 with a skidder ( trainer you might call it today ) for the first criminal offence, then 6 with a cane, then 6 with a cane with trousers and pant dropped. I watched with horror as Alan, one of my schoolmate had to fell his pants in front of us, the meet reprobate, bend over with his leg apart holding his ankles and suffer 6 stinging strokes of the cane. I had thought that he would die of shame, and burst into tears. Not Alan, he smiled all through it and the amazing thing was his"willie"changed ! It grew before my very eyes ! Funny affair was so did mine, a new experience to me.
When I got family I stupidly told my dad what had happened, this earned me a instant spanking, for being so pudding head as to say anything. The effect of this was to stop me ever telling my parents anything that happened, in sheath I got smacked again. My parents are wonderful and loving people who struggled to bring us up in a rapidly interchange world. TV was very new, most people did not have a telephone set in the theatre, indeed many still had no fridge or washables car too ! Very few menage in our village even had a car at that time. minor made their own amusement, those lucky enough to have a TV used to invite the neighbours in when something important was on. I can recollect not long after the punishment incident at school Alan and his babe were invited in to watch a new childrens curriculum on TV,"Blue Peter"My older brother sat next to Susan, Alan's Sister, while I sat on the flooring with Alan. He kept trying to tickle me, especially in THAT topographic point, and of course I got hard again. Later, when"Childrens minute"was over Susan and my crony went off somewhere and Alan and I went across the fields to the woodwind. There was a tree house in the woodwind, and Alan led me there. Once inside he proceeded to need down his short pants and sport with his"willie ”, I was fascinated, apart from the one sentence in the headmaster authority I had only ever seen one other boy, my brother !
The summertime came and went,"dirty game"in the tree theater became a everyday occurrence, though all we did was fluff each other, and politely kiss each others willie and bottom. Once his baby came along and wanted to bring, but the sight, and smelling, of the hairy fat thing between her wooden leg put me right off. She was 12 and had entered puberty with full personal hygiene problems.. yurgh !
September arrived, and with it a new school year, one that was to change my biography for ever. Alan stole some coffin nail from the local theme store, and we decided to smoke them behind the bike sheds at school day. Bad relocation as the school caretaker ( janitor ) caught us and threatened to take us straight to the schoolmaster. 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 geezerhood 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 lead !
Mr Carter, the caretaker, took me, and a grin Alan, to the boiler room, a scary place at the practiced of times but when you had just been caught smoking it seemed like Hades itself ! Once inside his"billet"an oversized store room with no windows, and a door that was locked all the prison term, he said he would have to curb that we had no more cigarettes, this involved what would now be termed a strip search, with eubstance cavity search. Alan grinned and started to strip, but Mr Howard 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 pocket 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 Carter kept up the feigning 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 caning on my bare bum in front of the schooling, for that, he predicted, would be the punishment, plus the Head would surely tell my parents ! This tidings brought on new floods of teardrop from me, though Alan could barely hide his laughter ! I decided that zippo that Mr Jimmy Carter could do could possibly be defective than a world wicker followed by a letter to my parents, so I agreed to his"punishment ”. I guess in a way I was right, Mr C. spanked me but the only thing I felt was his other hand massaging my rock toilsome willie. Alan and I had many to a greater extent trip-up to Mr Carters power, though it never went further 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 adventuresome. All in all it was a very tame origination to something that later took over my life, but that's for the next instalment !