Is it me ?
Part 1"Gentle Beginnings"
I find it knockout to remember the exact order of result all those twelvemonth ago, everything I am going to tell you happened, just maybe not in the precise monastic order that I tell it. I had a happy mediate socio-economic class childhood, being born into postal service war United Kingdom, rationing was just ending, study was plentiful, kid were on the hale well behaved and discipline at schoolhouse was existent !
I must have been 7 or 8 when I first got into fuss at school, I kicked a clump through a window, I was summoned to the master. Justice was swift, 6 strokes of the skidder for the first-class honours degree offence. However I had to watch as former boys received rough penalisation as they were no longer first offenders. The scheme was 6 with a skidder ( trainer you might call it today ) for the number 1 offence, then 6 with a cane, then 6 with a cane with trousers and pants dropped. I watched with repugnance as Alan, one of my classmates had to drop his pants in social movement of us, the put together miscreant, crease over with his legs apart holding his mortise joint and suffer 6 stinging strokes of the cane. I had thought that he would die of ignominy, and burst into tears. Not Alan, he smiled all through it and the flummox thing was his"willie"changed ! It grew before my very eyes ! suspicious thing 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 minute spanking, for being so stupid as to say anything. The effect of this was to end me ever telling my parents anything that happened, in case I got smacked again. My parents are howling and loving people who struggled to contribute us up in a rapidly changing world. TV was very new, most people did not have a telephony in the menage, indeed many still had no fridge or wash automobile too ! Very few kin in our Village even had a car at that time. Kids made their own entertainment, those favourable enough to suffer a TV used to call for the neighbour in when something important was on. I can think of not long after the penalization incident at schoolhouse Alan and his sis were invited in to watch a new childrens program on TV,"Blue pecker"My one-time 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 post, 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 Grant Wood. There was a Tree household in the woods, and Alan led me there. Once inside he proceeded to take down his short circuit and play with his"willie ”, I was fascinated, apart from the one time in the headmaster office I had only ever seen one early boy, my brother !
The summertime came and went,"dirty games"in the tree firm became a daily happening, though all we did was bollocks up each former, and politely kiss each others willie and bottom. Once his Sister came along and wanted to play, but the lot, and scent, 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 alter my life for ever. Alan stole some butt from the local paper store, and we decided to fume them behind the motorcycle sheds at shoal. Bad move as the school caretaker ( janitor ) caught us and threatened to shoot us straight to the master. I cried and blubbed and begged him not to, promising that I would do anything to void 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 have known where it would moderate !
Mr Carter, the caretaker, took me, and a grinning Alan, to the kettle room, a scarey place at the undecomposed of times but when you had just been caught smoking it seemed like Scheol itself ! Once inside his"office"an oversized store room with no windows, and a door that was locked all the clip, he said he would accept to assure that we had no more cigarettes, this involved what would now be termed a strip show search, with body cavity search. Alan grinned and started to strip, 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 scoop 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 President Carter kept up the pretence with a talking to 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 master for a full wickerwork on my bare freighter in front of the school, for that, he predicted, would be the penalization, plus the top dog would surely secern my parents ! This news brought on new photoflood of tear from me, though Alan could barely hide his laughter ! I decided that nothing that Mr James Earl Carter could do could possibly be worse than a public wickerwork followed by a varsity letter to my parents, so I agreed to his"penalty ”. I guess in a way I was right, Mr C. spanked me but the solitary thing I felt was his other hand massaging my tilt firmly willie. Alan and I had many more than trip-up to Mr Carters bureau, though it never went farther 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 chasten introduction to something that later took over my life sentence, but that's for the following instalment !