Is it me ?
Part 1"Gentle Beginnings"
I find it operose to think back the precise monastic order of result all those geezerhood ago, everything I am going to tell you happened, just maybe not in the exact order that I tell it. I had a happy middle grade puerility, being born into post war Britain, rationing was just ending, work was plentiful, kids were on the unit well behaved and discipline at shoal was real !
I must take in been 7 or 8 when I first got into trouble at school, I kicked a clod through a window, I was summoned to the schoolmaster. DoJ was Gustavus Franklin Swift, 6 stroking of the skidder for the initiatory offence. However I had to watch as other male child received harsher penalty as they were no yearner first offender. The system was 6 with a slipper ( trainer you might anticipate it today ) for the start offensive activity, then 6 with a cane, then 6 with a cane with trouser and pants dropped. I watched with horror as Alan, one of my schoolfellow had to drop his pants in social movement of us, the assemble miscreant, 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 ignominy, and burst into bout. Not Alan, he smiled all through it and the amazing affair was his"willie"changed ! It grew before my very eyes ! suspect matter was so did mine, a new experience to me.
When I got home I stupidly told my dad what had happened, this earned me a arcsecond spanking, for being so pudding head as to say anything. The effect of this was to hold back me ever telling my parents anything that happened, in case I got smacked again. My parents are wonderful and have a go at it citizenry who struggled to bestow us up in a rapidly switch world. TV was very new, almost hoi polloi did not have a telephone set in the house, indeed many still had no electric refrigerator or washing machine too ! Very few family line in our village even had a car at that time. Kids made their own amusement, those lucky enough to have a TV used to invite the neighbours in when something important was on. I can remember not long after the penalization incident at schoolhouse Alan and his sister were invited in to look out a new childrens platform on TV,"Blue Simon Peter"My older Brother sat next to Susan, Alan's sister, while I sat on the floor with Alan. He kept trying to tickle me, especially in THAT place, and of course I got hard again. Later, when"Childrens hour"was over Susan and my brother went off somewhere and Alan and I went across the fields to the woods. There was a tree diagram house in the woods, and Alan led me there. Once inside he proceeded to consume down his shorts and play with his"willie ”, I was fascinated, apart from the one time in the schoolmaster federal agency I had only ever seen one other boy, my brother !
The summertime came and went,"dirty games"in the tree planetary house became a daily occurrence, though all we did was fumble each other, and politely snog each others willie and bottom. Once his sister came along and wanted to playact, but the vision, and flavour, of the hairy fat thing between her wooden leg put me right off. She was 12 and had entered puberty with entire personal hygiene problems.. yurgh !
September arrived, and with it a new school year, one that was to commute my life for ever. Alan stole some cigarettes from the local paper workshop, and we decided to smoke them behind the bike sheds at school. Bad motility as the school caretaker ( janitor ) caught us and threatened to need us straight to the headmaster. I cried and blubbed and begged him not to, promising that I would do anything to quash that, so anything it was ! I found out almost 40 years later, from Alan that it was all a set up, the caretaker had arranged it all with Alan but no one could deliver known where it would direct !
Mr Carter, the caretaker, took me, and a grinning Alan, to the boiler room, a scary place at the best of sentence but when you had just been caught smoking it seemed like Hades itself ! Once inside his"bureau"an oversized store room with no windows, and a door that was locked all the time, he said he would have to look into that we had no more cigarettes, this involved what would now be termed a strip search, with eubstance cavity hunting. Alan grinned and started to deprive, but Mr James Earl Carter Jr. 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 foliage, 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 pretence with a speech about how bad smoke 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 Headmaster for a full caning on my bare bottom in figurehead of the school day, for that, he predicted, would be the penalisation, plus the promontory would surely distinguish my parents ! This news brought on new photoflood of rip from me, though Alan could barely hide his laugh ! I decided that zip that Mr Carter could do could possibly be worse than a public caning followed by a varsity letter to my parents, so I agreed to his"punishment ”. I guess in a way I was right, Mr C. spanked me but the lonesome thing I felt was his other hand massaging my rock music hard willie. Alan and I had many more misstep to Mr James Earl Carter office, 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 subdue introduction to something that later took over my lifetime, but that's for the next instalment !