PZA: Nintenga School For Boys

Well I've talked about myself, so how about I tell you about my school? NGS was considered one of the worst schools in the district before I came and that was no joke; of all the school I worked at had had a major problem with student discipline but it had gotten so bad that I was called in by the district council to take control of the place. If I do say so myself I am proud of what I have done, in three months discipline has been fully restored and the pupils have a new found respect for myself as well as the teachers.

How did I do it you may ask? Quite simple really, I reintroduced corporal punishment into the school system. Before the kids ran amok but now knowing they would be sent to my office for a good spanking means they behave, well at least most of the time. The younger boys are the easiest to control of course, we cater for boys aged seven to ten and let me tell you the seven year olds HATE the idea of being sent to my office. The ten year olds are the ones who give the teachers the most trouble, just that age I guess but they regret causing trouble after a dose of a Number Two cane!

Oh yes, I didn't tell you how I punish unruly boys. Well for the younger boys I either use my hand or a small paddle, always bare bottom, the older boys it's the cane most of the time but sometimes the younger ones do get the cane for really bad behaviour. I have three types of cane; Number One's are small but very flexible and sting like mad, Number Two's are longer but more ridged and leave more painful weal's, now Number Three's are the worst and are hardly ever used since if used only with half the power of a normal cane stroke it leaves deep welts and bruise's very easily. I remember the last time it was used, a ten year old boy had stolen money from multiple boys and when he was caught the whole school was called into the assembly hall to watch him get six strokes with the dreaded Number Three. I had to get two other teachers to hold him over the caning stool while I admitted his punishment, the first stroke I swear I didn't put much power into it but it made him scream so loud even the janitor cleaning the bathrooms down the hall heard it. I'd never seen a boy cry and yell like that during a caning, by the end the cane marks had turned too purple while the rest of his bottom was deep red. He spent two days in bed but never stole again, so I guess it was a cruel punishment but it worked.

You must think my methods are inhumane, however think of it like this. This school is for the boys who simply can't be taught in a normal school. They eat, sleep and learn here. We have a dorm for the boys and their parents pay us good money to help the boys turn over a new leaf, so I have a duty to make sure that happens. And I am the only one who punishes the boys, no one else. That was one of the rules I made when I reintroduced corporal punishment in the school, as the Principle I must be seen as someone who is to be respected and maybe just a little feared. Though I realized the teachers needed a little… persuasion to accept my rules. So every teacher in the school has a Pet now.

We have five teachers aside from myself here and they teach various subjects such as English and Science amongst others, they take one boy for themselves every year. What I mean by that is say Mr Syke who teaches PE can have five boys, one from every age group. He can choose which one he wants to… play with everyday, so one day he might have a seven year old after class or perhaps an nine year old. It's all up to them, but if you're wondering if the boys complain they don't. They get some privileges like extra dessert or video game time, but overall they know their place so they wouldn't dare try to do anything to threaten the stability of the school.

Ack! So many papers! And I'm behind already! I took out my punishment log book and started going through it. Not a busy week really, a few spankings for three seven year olds and five eight to nine year olds. Not one caning this week! Well I must say I'm very happy with that, looks like the older boys are being very well behaved which I always like to see. Gives the younger boys something to look up too.

My personnel intercom buzzed. "Ahem, sorry to disturb you sir but you have a visitor," my secretary said in that almost mechanical voice I'd gotten used too.

My eyebrow raised, not my David surely? Oh… You didn't think the Pet rule didn't apply to me did you?

David shuddered and closed the door, slowly creeping over towards me. "Faster!" David jumped and rushed over to the front of my desk, standing there with his head lowered and hands behind his back. Sitting back in my chair I looked him over, I could see he'd been crying from the fresh tear streaks on his little face. Probably from the knowledge I was going to punish him…

I'll tell you about David, when he first came to the school he was seven and a handful to say the least. Tried skipping classes and all the normal stuff, but I took care of that. He seemed to take a shine to me after the many sessions over my lap, almost like he had always been looking for someone to discipline him. He was now eight and a half, he had always been pretty short which I liked and hadn't grown much in his time at the school. He was thin like me, had dirty blond hair and brown eyes. Something else that I loved about him was the fact he wore the cutest glasses. They really brought out his eyes.

But now wasn't the time to contemplate how cute he was, this was serious. After letting him sweat for a few minutes I finally spoke, "What happened David?"

Now that really surprised me, in fact I had to stifle a chuckle. Syke hated swearing so no wonder he sent David to me. "What did you call him?" I asked.

"I see…" I contemplated what do next before I continued, "David, do good boys insult their teachers?"

Leaning forward I went on, "You know you are getting old enough to know what is good and bad, swearing at teachers is what?"

I stood up, walking over to the Punishment Cabinet. "For swearing at a teacher David, I've decided you will be caned."

That really hit home because he rushed over and fell on his knees. "No Sir! Please don't cane me Sir! Spank me, paddle me but not the cane pleeeeeease!!!" It was almost too cute, tears had welled in his eyes and threatened to overflow. But no, I had to punish him like this, it was the only way he'd learn.

"Yes David, from now on you will get the cane at least for such bad behaviour. Now stop begging and get your things off, now!"

My strict tone made little David whimper a little, bowing his head he started pulling off his shirt. Yes every time I punish a boy, he is naked, it's a ritual of sorts you see. When I have a naughty boy standing before me totally nude he knows now I am in control, it also adds a great deal of embarrassment for the boy too. He took his white PE shirt off, shivering a little from the cold air hitting his bare skin and folded it up placing it on the floor beside him.

"Hurry up David, don't keep me waiting," I said, taking out a Number One cane and closing the cabinet. The boy didn't seem to hear me as he was transfixed by the cane I was holding, he knew that even the Baby Cane which most of the older boys called it was a legend for the sting it gave.

I remember one time when the boy who sleeps in the same bunk bed as David got punished by me, David was really curious about it; how did the boy take it, did he cry, did he beg?

My boy, so very curious but now his curiosity was about to be answered. "David! You're getting on my nerves, hurry up or I'll add extra strokes!"

The poor boy cried out and quickly continued undressing, slipping his tight orange PE shorts off and then his tight white briefs. Before long he was standing before me, his little slender body on full display.

To say he was cute all over is the only way to describe the rest of his body, he still had a little baby fat around his stomach but aside from that like I said he was nice and thin. Of course he didn't cover up the best part of himself he just kept his hands by his side, he knew that even before a spanking I loved to see his boy parts. David's bits were perfect, his little ball sack was tight and smooth while his soft limp boyhood hung in place the foreskin completely covering the bright pink head underneath.

"David, you will be given four strokes of the cane. Feel lucky its not a full six, but I warn you if you try to cover or move from the position I set for you it will result in extra strokes. Understand?"

"Now go bring the stool over here, bend over it and raise your behind. Spread your legs wide too." I ordered.

He quickly scuttled over to the stool which I kept in the corner of my office, brought it back to me and laid himself over it. It wasn't a big stool so he easily fit on it, as I had ordered he raised his little bubble butt as high as he could and spread his legs apart giving me a perfect view of his bottom and his cute little pink hole. Now I admit the first time I saw it I almost had a heart attack, two small orbs with not a defect in the slightest. Of all the boys I have punished or 'played' with David's behind is the best, that's just my opinion but if you could see it you would agree for sure.

I stepped behind my boy, swishing the cane through the air getting a rhyme ready. David trembled but didn't try to move, making me proud of how brave he was in his first caning build up. After letting him wait for a few minutes I lined the cane up with the middle of his bottom, raised it up and with a whistle as the stick travelled through the air gave the small boy his first stroke.

"Oooow!!" he cried, his back arching and his toes curling into his feet, he wiggled around on the stool trying so hard not to move or reach back to protect his bottom. The next stroke I delivered just below the first, another 'thwack' as it hit home.

I observed how the line's on David's behind seemed to turn white with the stroke and then a shade of pink, then red. "Hurts doesn't it my boy?"

He looked back at me, tears streaming down his face and mucus flowing from his nose. "Y… Yes Sir!"

"Worse than the paddle isn't it?" I said as I lined up the next stroke, again below the last stroke.

"Oh yes Sir! It hurts so much!" he sobbed, sucking in breaths of air as he watched me prepare the next stroke.

"You have two more strokes coming David, you are doing well so far. Keep it up." I find it was a good idea to give boys positive reinforcement during a especially hard punishment, that way they would do their best to prove to me that they could learn and take their spanking well. The little boy even raised his bottom higher, making me smile at how well he was taking his first caning. I snapped the next stroke down on his bare bottom harder than the first two, this time he yelled out and his legs started to buckle.

"One more my boy, be brave," I said, getting a sound half way between a sob and a sniffle as a response. Deciding to make this stroke the hardest of all, I aimed for the lowest part of David's bottom just above his thighs and raised my cane high in the air.

He fell forward his knees hitting the floor and howled like a baby. But to my great surprise he didn't reach back to sooth the sting in his bottom, he did however bury his head in his hands and cried pitifully. I left him bent over the stool while I replaced the cane in its rightful place, closing the door I looked back at my boy. His whole body was quivering, beads of sweat covered his back and legs yet he didn't move.

"You were very brave David, you should be proud of yourself" I told him, walking over and kneeling in front of him.

He uncovered his face and looked me in the eyes, his little face red from crying. "T… Thank… you Sir…" he managed to say, his voice shaking still.

"You now have thirty minutes corner time David, up you get." I helped him get off the stool and let him to the corner. "Hands on your head, you can think about what you did."

He nodded slightly and placed his small hands on the top of his head, standing with his nose in the corner. I went back to my desk and started grading my papers, sometimes hearing a sniffle from the small boy in the corner. Thirty minutes passed pretty quickly and I managed to get all my work done, I checked my watch and said, "Corner time over David, come and let me give you a hug."

He didn't need to be told twice, he rushed out the corner and almost jumped onto my lap hissing as his sore bum touched my legs. "Now David, you won't get the cane all the time," I said, rubbing his back as he buried his face into my chest. "But if you are very naughty like you were today, I will give you a full six strokes," I told him as he sniffled some more.

I smiled and started to rub his burning bottom, electing a little yelp from my boy. "Do you want to spend the night with me David?" I asked, using my free hand to stroke his hair.

Max is another of my boys, he's ten but I'll tell you about him soon. "Not tonight my boy, I think its best you spend time with me. You don't want everyone asking to see your stripes do you?"

David nodded and cuddled closer to me, sighing gently. "Thank you Sir…" he whispered.

We stayed like this for about ten minutes, relaxing after a serious punishment session. He continued to hold onto me while I rubbed his bottom until the heat died down a bit.

He giggled, a cute boyish laugh which was one of the cute things about him, and nuzzled my chest.

After he said that, the bell sounded. Dinner time. He looked at me, probably wondering if we were going.

"You want to have dinner at my house David?" I asked, to which he nodded hard. I gently moved him off my lap. "You go back to the changing room and get your uniform back on my boy, I'll just go and tell Max about what's happening. Mel will let you back in here when you are done."

David nodded again and made tracks towards the door. "David? Aren't you forgetting something?"

He turned back and blushed, he hadn't got dressed again. "Hehe, sorry Sir." he said coming back and grabbing his PE kit quickly getting dressed. "See you soon my boy" I said in a kind tone, he smiled at me and walked out. I followed him out a few minutes later, as I left my office I turned to Mel who was sat at his desk just outside. "Mel, David will be coming back soon. Let him back in okay?"

Mel nodded whilst he wrote notes on a paper pad and then transferred it to his laptop. "Oh Sir, I got a phone call during your session. We have a new boy coming to stay with us tomorrow." he said, reading from his notes.

"What's the boys name?" I asked, tucking my shirt in which had come out during the caning.

"Miles, Sir. He's just turned seven and his parents are sick of his behaviour at school and at home. They heard about your zero tolerance policy and contacted us to see if they can place their son in the school."

I mused on this information for a while. "We do have a few places left, might have to get a new bunk bed. But you can phone them back and tell them we would be happy to accept their son."

Mel nodded again, picking up his cell phone and dialling a number. I left him to it and headed down the corridor to the main hall. The main building itself is quite big, there are around ten rooms for different subjects. All of them are on the first floor, the second floor is the boys dorm and the basement is… well the basement. I casually strolled down the corridor until I came to the two big doors that led to the hall. I opened the door and was instantly hit by a wave of chatter, laughing and general hubbub of young boys. The hall was very big so the age groups were separated so they all ate with boys their age. The teachers had their own table at the head of the room so they could overlook the whole room, I headed over there quickly. As I did the noise of the boys went down, many looking at me with a mix of respect and fear. I guess none of them wanted a spanking for being too noisy!

"Ahhh Sir," that was Max, the science teacher. He was in his thirties and he looked like a everyday kind of guy, except for his long hippy style hair. "We were wondering if you were coming, something came up at the office?" Max asked, taking a sip of water from his glass.

"Yes, I won't be having dinner with you tonight. I'm having it at home." I replied.

"Oh I see, getting to big to eat with us lowly teachers hm?" came a voice from behind me, it was Syke the PE teacher.

"By the way, I saw David before I came here" Syke said, taking his place at the table, "I see he had his first taste of the cane."

So he saw my boy's bottom, of course Syke liked David a lot and was always jealous that I made the little kid my boy. "Indeed, he won't be calling you a dick again."

He just grunted and started eating his beef dinner. You see we have a kitchen staff that makes home style dinners and breakfast for students as well as teachers, its great food and they are worth every cent we pay for them. I looked over to the ten year olds table and caught sight of Max chatting with some of his friends while he ate. "I'll see you lot tomorrow morning, remember James your boy is up."

The man nodded, his hair going all over the place. "I know, I know. Don't worry I'll remember."

I left the others to their food and headed over to were Max was sitting. As I approached the whole table stood up and lowered their heads. "Max, can I talk to you for a moment?"

The boy walked away from the table and followed me outside into the corridor. "Am I in trouble Sir?" he asked. Let me describe Max for you; he is the average height for a ten year old, he has short black hair and a few freckles on the tip of his nose. His eyes are a deep green, he skin is fair and his voice still has the boyish tone I loved.

"You don't need to come over, you have a free day. Don't worry you'll still get your extra dessert," I added with a chuckle.

I stroked his cheek, "Don't worry Maxxy, I have free time at lunch tomorrow. If you still want to play, just come to the office."

He blushed, kicking a spot on the floor with his foot. "Okay Sir," he said softly.

"Now get back in and finish your dinner," I said, giving him a playful slap on the back of his blue shorts. He jumped, giggled and headed back into the hall which had once again was full of chatter.

Heading back to my office I saw Mel leaving with his laptop. "David's waiting for you Sir," he said, waving goodbye as he went past. I opened the office door, seeing my boy sitting on the punishment stool which was still in the middle of the room.

He grinned, putting the stool back in the corner were he had stood and rushed out grabbing my hand.

"So does your bottom still sting my boy?" I asked, leading him down the corridor to the front entrance.

"A little Sir, that cane really packs a punch!" he said, absent-mindedly rubbing his bum through his shorts.

We left the school and walked out into the playground, my home was a small flat next to the school. It had belonged to the old Principal and had been built so he didn't have to be far away from the school.

The sun was starting to set and David pointed to the orange skyline. "It's amazing, isn't it Sir?" he sighed

"Yes it is indeed my boy." I smiled, squeezing his hand. The school grounds had a high fence around the whole area, where my flat was there was a hedgerow with a gate leading to the flat. A nice touch to be sure.

We went through the gate, closed it and walked up to the door. I took my keys out and unlocked the door, opening it for us. David went in first and I followed suit, we took our shoes off setting them beside the door which I close and locked behind me.

"Ahahaha, no my boy. I don't drink, besides good boys don't drink alcohol," I said in a mock serious tone, opening the fridge and taking out two cans of pop. I gave one to the small boy, he quickly opened it and took a large swig.

I nodded in approval. "Next time, your going over my knee if you don't say thank you." I chuckled, prodding his nose eliciting a giggle from him. I took two ready meals from the fridge and stuck them in the microwave, setting the timer.

"Sir, thank you for punishing me," David said softly. "I feel like a big boy now"

I put an arm around his small shoulders. "Remember David, getting the cane doesn't mean you are a big boy. Not getting into trouble means you are a big boy, no matter what the older kids say."

He didn't seem to understand what I meant but nodded all the same. "I miss the times you spanked my bum with your hand Sir…" he said in an even softer tone. "Going over your knee… feeling your hand on my skin…"

He looked up at me with a slightly worried look, I had a feeling he was trying to gauge how I'd react to him saying 'bum', a word that would get him a spanking if he said it in school. "I remember those times," I admitted, pulling him closer. "You looked so small, so cute. The way you grabbed my legs to stop yourself from grabbing your bum, it was very funny in a way."

David's face lit up on hearing me use the word, getting the idea it was okay to say when it was just us in the flat. "Oh yes Sir, then you'd rub my bum after spanking me. I loved that!" he giggled, his glasses slipping off his nose slightly. "It made me all tingly… down there."

Ah yes David's tingles, it is the word he uses when he gets a hard on. It is the most cute thing about his mindset, something that none of the other boys call a hard penis, he used it the first time he stood in the corner of my office after his first spanking. I remember it well; he had been sassing Edward because of his hair and was sent to me after class. He came in thinking he could take anything I could dish out but when I told him to strip he realised this would be nothing like he had gone through before. I sat in my spanking chair, a hardback with no arm rests, scolded him and told him I was going to change the way he acted even if I had to ware out my hand slapping his butt. David hadn't been spanked at home so going over my knee for the first time was an emotional experience, he kicked and screamed from the first spank all the way to the end. He covered several times so I added harder spanks to teach him a lesson. When it was over I kept him over my lap for a while, rubbing his bottom gently, when I stood him up he was still sobbing but… his penis was stiff and standing to attention. When I asked how that happened he just said, "You… gave me the tingles… Sir."

The alarm from the microwave brought us out of the trip down memory lane. "You sit there David, I'll be right back." I left him and went through to the kitchen, got our dinner out of the machine and grabbed some plates as well as knives and forks. It was a pasta bake, beef and chilli, one of my favourite foods. I brought the food through to the lounge and sat back down on the couch, giving the little boy his plate.

"It's hot so don't forget to blow on it my boy," I warned, he nodded and did as I said.

"It smells lovely Sir," he giggled quickly digging into a fork full of food, he swallowed and licked his lips. "Mmmm, its great! I love it!" David exclaimed, eating more and more of the pasta bake while I took my time, savouring the texture and taste. We spent our time in between mouthfuls David talked about how he was preparing for the mid year tests, spending every night before bed studying. "I'm going to get full marks Sir, I promise!"

I just smiled, taking a sip of pop. "I'm sure you will David, otherwise you'll be joining all the other boys who didn't make the grade in my office."

He giggled and blushed, the thought of being spanked in front of other boys must have given him the tingles, I looked down at his crotch and yes there was a little tent in his blue shorts. "You get the tingles from so many things these days David, maybe I should help you out with that. Lets finish dinner first."

And finish we did, very quickly indeed. I took the plates back into the kitchen and put them in the sink. When I came back David had taken off his socks. "What are you up too my boy?" I asked.

"Umm… I was getting undressed Sir… We are playing aren't we?" he replied with a little boy voice.

I knelt down in front of him, reaching out and undoing the buttons on his blazer, pulling it off to reveal his starch white shirt. David started to fidget as I undid his shirt buttons, starting to shiver again when I put my hand against his bare chest.

"S… Sir… I got big tingles…" the small boy moaned, pushing his crotch forward slightly. I pulled his shirt all the way off and threw it on the arm rest of the sofa along with the blazer.

"Have you now? Shall I free your dickey from his prison?" I said slyly, tweaking on of his small nipples.

Slowly and with the intention of keeping the little kid in suspense, I unfastened the button at the top of his shorts and pulled down the zip. Parting the opening I saw the bulge in the front of David's briefs, a little wet spot forming at the tip. "You are leaking my boy," I chuckled, stroking the tip of his bulge with a finger getting it wet with the boys pre cum.

"S… S… Sorry Sir…" he moaned, closing his eyes and starting to breath harder.

"I should spank your naughty bum for getting your underwear wet and sticky," I teased, prodding his bulge harder.

With no more invitation needed I gripped the waist band of David's briefs and tugged them down to his ankles along with his shorts, his hardened boy meat sprang up slapping the underside of his tummy. Now my little Pet was nigh on completely nude, he had gasped as he felt his underpants and shorts come off, opening one eye to see what I was doing.

As I nodded in agreement I pushed one of his slender legs to one side and took hold of his little stiffy with my other hand. "Yes, he is very happy to be free." I chuckled, pulling his tight foreskin back until it slipped back over his pink glans.

"Nnnn! Sir!!" I rubbed the tip of David's head, getting more and more sticky pre cum on my fingers. He moaned and sighed, little trickles of goo snaking down his hard boy meat to his tight balls.

I grinned, letting go of his penis. "Suck your penis David? Now that is very naughty! I like it!"

Saying nothing else I leaned in, opened my mouth and enveloped David's little stiff with my warm mouth, making the small boy cry out in pleasure. I ran my tongue over his glans slowly with no intent of bringing him to orgasm quickly, he small frame shook as I suckled his cute boyhood.

My Pet started to hump my mouth, his little hips jutting forward and back every few seconds, I guess I had gone too quickly even for my little David who could keep from coming for a long time by eight year old standards. I sucked the stiff boycock harder and harder, until finally David couldn't take it anymore.

"WAAAH!!!" my Pet cried as a little stream of boy juice spurted into the back of my throat. Removing the quickly softening penis from my mouth I spent a few moments swallowing, getting the salty taste out, David in the mean time had collapsed on the couch little droplets of cum still leaking from his boyhood.

"You came quickly today my boy." I said, stroking one of his bare legs. "Couldn't hold back huh?"

He looked at me, eye's half closed. "S… Sorry Sir… It just felt soooo good."

I stood up and checked my watch. "Well its just about time I go and get everyone to bed." I said, wiping my mouth. "When you have your energy back, take your clothes to my room and fold them neatly on my drawers. I'll bring back your nightshirt."

David mumbled a response, stretching himself out on the couch. "Then… Stand in the corner with your hands on your head."

That got his attention, he little eyes shot open and his mouth dropped. "S… Sir?" he stammered.

"You heard me David," I replied, heading towards the entrance hall door. "You wanted to go over my lap again didn't you? Well you will… Any problem with that?"

I didn't wait for him to reply, quickly I left the flat feeling very pleased with myself, getting to spank David bare over my lap was a treat indeed!

I headed back into the school and headed to the staircase ajent to the main hall, up to the boys dorm. I arrived at the top of the stairs quickly and was standing with two doors, one which led to the teachers' rooms and the other which led to the dorm. I waited outside the door listening to the laughs and loud chatter of the boys before opening the door and stepping inside. "Everyone! By your beds now!" I said sternly.

The talking died down immediately, the commotion of boys moving to the ends of their beds was the only sound which quickly went away too. The dorm was a very long hall of sorts, windows on the left and right above the beds, the bunk beds were placed pretty far apart from each other to make room for closets in-between the beds which the boys shared, one half each. I had made sure the age groups were separated so the youngest boys had their beds at the beginning of the dorm while the oldest were at the far end. I stood there and looked up and down the dorm, two boys for every bunk bed stood at the front of them hands behind their backs and heads lowered. Of course they all wore nightshirts, plain white things, which came in various sizes for the boys but all came down to their knees. That was the only thing they are allowed to wear to bed, no underwear at all; after all if I felt the need to give a boy a spanking in front of the others to remind them I am the one in charge it would be annoying to have to pull their briefs down. All I have to do is raise their nightshirts and there you go, boy butt ready and waiting.

I walked down the dorm eying every boy as I did, they all kept their heads down and some were trembling slightly. "It has come to my attention that some boys have been wetting their beds more often lately," I said very matter of factly. "All the boys who wet the bed, step forward!"

There was a quite sobbing from at least fifteen boys from across the age groups as they stepped forward.

"There is now a new rule," I said, walking slowly past the boys until I came to the end of the dorm. "Along with the spankings you receive for bed wetting, you will be hosed down in the playground in the morning and you will go to classes with nothing on except your shirt and a diaper!"

There was loud sobs from the boys, some starting to cry. "Please Sir… That's not fair…"

I only barely heard that, it had come from the nine year old section. "Who said that?" I said angrily. "Raise your hand right now! Or else I spank every bed wetter right here and now!"

A little hand went up, quickly I marched over to the boy. "So you think its not fair? Name boy!"

The little kid shook, he was very cute indeed; messy brown hair, a band aid on his cheek, slate gray eyes and of course he was very short even for a nine year old. "J… Jake Sir," came the shaky reply

"Well Jake, it seems you need to learn that my rules are absolute. How dare you question me!"

He started to cry, tears snaking down to his chin. "I'm… sorry… Sir," he managed to say, his voice braking.

"Report to my office in first thing!" I said, even more sternly. "You'll be getting the strap for questioning me! Oh and if you wet in the night you get another spanking AND the hosing down, also you can wear a nice diaper over your sore bottom!"

I think Jake could have just died there, his little body was shaking like a leaf with the tears dripping onto his nightshirt. "Y… Yes… Sir…" he sobbed.

Not wanting to have me yell at them every boy in the room scuttled to their beds, some hitting the bottom bunks and the other climbing up to the top. They quickly pulled the sheets over themselves and lay there, waiting for me to turn the lights. Before I did that, I went over to David's bed and opened his closet and retrieved his nightshirt.

"No, but you will be if you don't get your head down and get some sleep," I replied, to which the kid did as he was told. I walked to the door and turned back. "Goodnight boys," I said.

"Goodnight Sir," they all replied as I switched out the lights, leaving the room in darkness. As I left the room I made a mental note, must check the punishment books to see if I have punished the boy Jake before and check with the teachers to see if they have had problems with him before. The one thing I had overlooked was some boys in the dorm weren't there when I went in, but of course I knew why. Looking over to the door that led to the teachers' rooms I smiled. "They are going to have fun tonight," I said aloud to myself. As I walked back down the stairs I saw the janitor sweeping the floor.

I nodded. "Goodnight, see you in the morning," I replied, leaving the school building and heading back to my flat.

I entered the hallway of my flat carrying my boy's nightshirt, kicking off my shoes I headed to my room at the end of the hall and put my ear to the door. Perfect silence, well that would change soon. I quickly opened the door and walked in, slamming the door behind me. David was standing the far right corner of the room, hands on head as he had been told. He jumped when I slammed the door, but didn't look back knowing boys aren't to take their noses out of the corner until they are told. My room is pretty plain; I have a king-size bed at the end of the room with a closet on its left and a nightstand on the right. Of course I made sure there was plenty of room for boys to stand in the corner whenever I had any round.

"Good boy David," I said warmly, going over to the bed and placing the nightshirt over the end of it before sitting down on the soft mattress. "Come and stand in front of me."

The little boy turned away from the corner, slowly making his way over to me until he was right in front of me. I noticed his penis was stiff again, probably from thinking about sleeping with me or maybe the fact he was getting an over the knee spanking like old times, David didn't really seem to notice I was looking at his crotch.

"You're hard again my boy, how naughty you are." I teased, reaching out and tracing a finger up the shaft of his penis all the way to the tip.

"S… Sir…" my little Pet moaned, bringing his hands to his mouth trying to stifle the cute noise's he was making. I dug my finger under his tight foreskin and felt all around the hot glans, now that made David cry out, "SIIIR!"

"Well…" I said, taking my finger out of his foreskin. "Good boys have to earn a reward don't they?"

"Oh I left my punishment book on my desk, I'll give you the key to the office. You go and get it, then we'll see what delights are in store for you."

The small boy quickly rushed out once I had given him my office key, I watched as he ran down the little path too the front gate poking his head around to see if anyone was around. Then he opened the gate and ran even faster back to the main building. I lay flat out on my big bed and grinned to myself, the boy was probably trying to act like a spy trying to avoid the camera's. After a while I started to worry, he really shouldn't have taken this long, perhaps I should give him a spanking to remind him to be quick? Then I heard the front door open and I rushed there.

"David where have you…" my jaw dropped, the small blond was standing in the open door way covered neck to toe in mud! He gave me a little giggle and handed me the punishment book which had a few splatters on its cover.

"In what? A pit? How did you get so muddy?" I asked sternly, taken the book from him and putting it under my arm.

"Well… I was running and I thought I heard something behind me? I looked back an there was nobody there but I tripped and fell on the um…"

"Yeah! And I didn't think it'd be so wet!" David giggled, putting his hands behind him.

"Look at the book David, you could have damaged it because you weren't paying attention!" I angrily scolded.

"Your lucky it's not the cane David, perhaps a bare bottom strapping will teach you to be more careful?"

I stopped in my tracks; he was right, this was kind of my own doing. "Well… Yes I did…" I admitted. "Um… I guess I can let you off… This time."

I gave the blond a quick shower just to get all the mud off, all the time he grinned at me enjoying the feeling of my hands over his small body. After he was clean I got a towel and wrapped him up in it.

"Let's go back to my room shall we?" I asked, to which David nodded happily leaving his glasses on the toilet.

"Are you still gonna smack my bum Sir?" the child asked as we returned to the bedroom.

The little boy threw his arms in the air and yelled, "Yay!" but the consequence of that was the towel fell off him, leaving my boy nude again. He blushed and picked the towel up.

I took him over to the bed and sat down on the edge, reaching behind and rubbing the boys cute rear. It was still wet and that gave me a evil idea. "Give me the towel David." I ordered, he looked at me curiously but obeyed. I lay the towel over my lap and pointed. "Over my lap for your spanking boy."

I shook my head and winked at him. "This is a more interesting way for you to get your bare bottom spanked young man, now get over."

Like a good obedient boy David bent over my lap, his feet didn't even touch the floor which left him suspended over my legs in a position he hadn't been in for quite a while. I slowly rubbed the two orbs of lovely skin, making note of the cane marks that had turned to a light pink colour.

"Sir…" David sighed, bucking gently into my leg. "Please smack my naughty bum…" he begged.

"Patience my boy," I chuckled, but then raising my hand and bringing it down with a sharp Smack! on his wet bottom. This took David by surprise and he howled, bucking violently and kicking. "Oww! Sir!" he cried.

"Spanking on a wet bottom stings more doesn't it my boy?" I said, delivering another smack across his sit spot.

"OWWW!!! YES SIR!!" the boy yelped, his breathing becoming more ragged already. I just smiled and continued with multiple spanks all over the soft bottom Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

David starting crying again and yelled with every spank, his whole body shaking every time I slapped his cute rear.

Deciding not to go so far this time around, I stopped when the boy's bottom turned to a darkish pink and rested my hand on the two hot little orbs. "How does it feel boy?"

"Stings… Stings…" David sobbed softly, moaning as I started to rub his butt.

The small boy did as I said, though he did reach back to sooth his stinging behind. I lay the towel out on the bed, then picking up my boy I howled him over it and dropped him.

"I want to find out…" I told him as I undressed, throwing my clothes over the dresser, "… what sex with a wet boy is like."

I straddled the youngster and I looked into his eyes, he stared back into mine and wiped his eyes. "Are you ready?" I asked, hooking my arms under David's legs and holding them up.

"Yes Sir," he replied softly, I took my rock hard manhood and placed it right on the young boy's pink hole making him quiver. Then slowly but surely I pushed in, the child cried in surprise at the invading object but relaxed his muscles allowing me to go in as far as I could. We spent a few moments staring at each other before I started fucking him properly; my manhood jammed in and out of the little hole making David cry in pleasure. Every time I pulled out and went back in I felt jolts of ecstasy rush through my body, the boy must have felt the same because his little boy hood was standing erect and leaking trickles of pre cum.

"Then do it!!!" I cried, seconds later my boy gave a howl of pleasure and violently creamed all over himself with little splatters hitting me too. As for me I came hard in him filling the small boy up with my seed, I pulled out and fell beside him. David panted and cuddled up to me, putting a arm over my chest.

"Yes…" I replied, stroking his head. "You're a good boy David." I said, but he had closed his eyes and seemingly fallen asleep. A smile crossed my face; the boy had been through a emotional day so I understood but I still found the cute blond falling asleep after sex quite funny. I closed my eyes and sighed, its good to be Principal!

Chapter 2

Checking the clock I saw it was getting close to seven in the morning, another day was waiting to begin and I really should have been getting up and heading the teachers' room for our morning meeting.

I pulled the bed covers back and admired my pet's body; it seemed like it was just begging me to touch and fondle it, to enjoy every bit of it, and of course David being a submissive little boy would allow me to do so. He had been trained well to obey me, yet there were sometimes I wished he fought back, having a spirited boy to break makes things more enjoyable, at least for me that is. I rubbed my head, this was one of those mornings I didn't feel myself, it came over me from time to time where my more how can you say vicious qualities emerge? Those were the days all boys of Nintenga feared me even more than usual, even my Pets sometimes, but I had found being cruel to some little boys helped relieve some of those feelings, though I wouldn't express my bad mood on David… much.

My little pet looked so content sleeping beside me, but he should be back in his dorm before morning registration, so to make sure he got there on time and get a little agression out of my system too I started shaking David slightly.

With a huge yawn, David opened his eyes and rubbed them clean, when he saw me he grinned and squirmed.

"Of course I am my boy, you have a cute body, no-one in their right mind wouldn't want to look at it," I said, trailing a finger from his chest to his tummy.

The boy giggled softly, squirming more as my finger came close to the top of his private parts.

"Not today my boy, you had your fair share, it's getting close to registration time so I should take you back to the dorm."

To be honest I could have had sex with him right there and then but I wasn't in the mood for that, more like… I had a plan to kill two birds with one stone.

David was a good boy, but his caning yesterday suggested to me he needed an extra reminder to behave, also the new boy coming to the school today would probably have need of some one to one disapline. So a spanking for my pet it would be!

"Boy, I need to practice something with you before I take you back to the dorm."

"We have new pupil coming in today, his name is Miles and he's quite the tearaway, I have no doubt he will be in need of an introductory spanking when we meet. So I think I'll give my hand a quick test on your bottom, also it will serve as a reminder for you to behave!"

I found it funny he didn't want a spanking, given how he said it gave him the 'tingles', maybe it was too early in the morning?

"Good, now then since you're already naked we don't have to worry about pulling your underpants down. How about you come around to my side of the bed and stand in front of me?"

My little blond pet shuffled out of bed on his side and slowly walked around the bed, his tiny penis flopping about slightly, he looked the picture of a boy about to get a spanking.

I got up and sat on the edge of my side of the bed, watching David coming towards me.

"Now then…" I said, once the boy was standing infront of me "… I'm going to make a game of this, make up a reason for this spanking and such, should be more fun."

David nodded slowly, of course it was meant to be fun for me not him, but he was used to things like this.

"Look at me boy!" I said in my sternest voice, the blond stared me right in the eyes trying not to betray he was worried about the coming sting to his behind.

David whimpered softly "I'm… sowwy Sir…" he was acting his part perfectly, just what I had come to expect from my pet.

"Sorry isn't good enough boy! Well you can look forward to spending your nights in diapers until you learn to control yourself!"

I took hold of David's wrists and pulled him closer to me, this feeling of control was so intoxicating!

"And you will spend today with a sore, red bottom as a reminder to what happens to naughty, bed wetting little boys!"

My boy looked at me, then down to his crotch, when I followed his eyes down I saw that his little boyhood wasn't so little any more, I grinned evilly at him.

I lifted his arms and made him put his hands behind his head, the classic naughty boy pose, with my thumb I traced circles on his tummy.

"You can expect a good toasted backside boy, but I'll make it extra toasty for getting turned on!"

"Be silent boy! You think I don't know what's right for you? Well this…" I placed a finger on the tip of his penis, making him shiver all over "… this proves I need to train you to control yourself better! Now get yourself over my lap!"

David opened his mouth, obviously about to try and argue, but knowing it was better to obey he came to my side and draped himself over my lap, he grabbed my legs and waited for the first spank to crack into his soft little bottom. But… thanks to my mood I was feeling quite cruel this morning.

David whimpered, but shuffled off my lap and headed to the bathroom, he was a silly boy sometimes but he always did what he was told in the end, besides he probably did need to pee anyway, giving him two spankings for wetting would be perhaps too mean.

After about five minutes David returned from the bathroom, I stared at him with a scowl on my face.

"I don't want to know boy, all that matters is you kept me waiting! Now get over here before I decide to belt your bottom!"

With a squeal of fear, and a cute little jump, David rushed over to me and literaly leapt across my lap.

My little pet sniffled and grabbed my legs tightly, it felt nice feeling his bare skin against mine, I put one hand on his back and my other on his little bum, I gave it a squeeze several times, feeling David tense and relax send shivers of pleasure to my cock, and then… bringing my hand up… with one swift movement there was the sound of a crisp SMACK echoing through the room!

David yelped and trembled, yet kept his grasp on my legs, I gave him several more hard slaps to his two little orbs of perfection.

His little butt was quickly turning a nice shade of pink, yet David kept hold of my legs, I couldn't help but smirk slightly.

"OWWWWWWW!!! SIIIIIIR!!!" screamed little David, his back arching, trying despriately to keep hold of me.

"Bad boy!" I scolded, as I slapped the tops of his legs "You will be good! Say it!"

"See that you do!" I added with a hefty spank right on his sit spot, to which he howled loudly and went limp, sobbing like a baby.

Well that was fun! I rubbed his back for a while until he calmed down, helping him off my lap I gave him a peck on the cheek and smiled.

I chuckled, poking his nose "Oh silly me, I'd almost forgotten… There is something we need to do. Go get my punishment book."

David gave me a worried look and scooted off, quickly returning with my leather bound book, he handed it to me and stood there eyeing me curiously.

"Let me see…" I reached under my bed and found a random pen that still worked, flipping through the large pages I settled on a new page ready to write the details of David's caning yesterday.

To clarify there are several points on the top every page; there is the date of punishment so I filled that in first, next is the name of the boy who was punished and his age, after that is the reason for punishment, next the implement as in hand, slipper, strap, paddle or cane, finally is the number of spanks and my signature and the signature of the punished boy. Just so you know, if it's a hand spanking for a boy I normally don't count so I just make the number up.

Finally I signed my name and gave the pen to my naked pet, he signed with his little scrawl, handing me back the pen in good time.

"Yes I would David, you're not a little boy any more, any more bad behaviour and it WILL be the cane, not my hand!" I told the boy, who cringed slightly.

"No what ifs boy!" I said gruffly "Now I want no more talk on this subject, understand?"

"Y…Yes Sir…" David whimpered, shifting from foot to foot, still not even trying to reach back and sooth his sore bum.

With a re-leaved sigh my pet reached back and furiously rubbed his tush, sighing slightly, it was such a cute sight I couldn't help but prod his little penis.

David looked at me with that 'Sir, you said no playing' look and giggled, ruffling the pre-teen's hair I stood up, slipping the punishment book under my arm, giving my pet a little grin I said "Since you have been quite good, you can have breakfast with me, my boy, after that it's your turn to serve the staff drinks. You'll get some tingles out of that I'm sure!"

I made us some egg and bacon, with a glass of orange each, David gobbled his food up greedily like he always did and by the time we were finished it was half past seven.

Now breakfast time for the boys doesn't begin until nine o'clock, however the boys mostly woke up at eight to tidy their beds for my half eight inspection. And yes, any bed I find to be untidy I give the boy in question a good spanking on the spot! After that they are dressed and eating breakfast, then sent to class at half past nine, they work until half twelve with half an hour for lunch, then back to work until five pm where by they are given dinner.

The hours before bedtime the boys have to themselves, unless they are needed in my office for spankings, for the most part they play in designated areas, study, do homework, sometimes even play video games or watch television if they have enough good marks to their name.

David was back in his skimpy nightshirt by the time I had gotten myself fully prepared and we headed out to the main building, he held my hand tightly clutching his uniform in his free hand, a little smile crossing his face as I led him through the main hall and towards the teachers' lounge.

"Now remember little one, you are only to serve the morning tea, if the teachers want milk you know what to do correct?"

"Yes Sir!" David beamed, squeezing my hand tightly as we arrived at the door to the lounge.

We both entered the rather small room to find most of the teachers sitting on the three couches around a coffee table, all looking very prim and proper, there was a outburst of grins when they saw my boy pet enter with me. David left his clothes in a neat pile near the door and stood by me.

Max stood up, that being the science teacher not my other boy pet, and welcomed us, Syke the PE teacher just sat there barely raising an eyebrow, the other teachers seemed happy enough to see me and my pet.

"Ahhhh good morning Sir!" Max said happily, offering me a seat next to him on one of the couches, I sat down and placed my punishment book on the table.

"Indeed" I replied "Of course a certain little someone needed some fun before bedtime."

"Only a brat 'needs' fun…" Syke muttered "What that boy needs is a darn good thrashing!"

I narrowed me eyes at Syke "David has already been 'trashed' Mr Syke, tell everyone what happened before we came boy!"

David lowered his head slightly, putting his hands behind his back, the perfect little ashamed boy "Sir… Sir spanked me very hard…"

"No concern of yours Mr Syke, now can we please discuss the agenda for today? Boy, get me some coffee!" I ordered.

Once the other teachers had given David their orders he went to a little kitchen at the back of the room and started preparing our drinks, of all the boys I knew at the school it was my Pet who could make the best damn coffee!

"Now Sir, there is the problem of this new boy arriving today, Miles I believe his name is?" one of the other teachers said to me.

"Well…" the teacher continued "The Boys Dorm is completely full, no free beds at all, where will the boy sleep?"

"Gentlemen, I know most of you think it was a fool's idea for me to accept this new boy when we are more or less full…"

"… However this boy represents a chance for us, I read the report on his behaviour and I have to say he at seven years of age could be the greatest challenge we have ever had at this school, if we are able to turn this naughty spoilt brat into an upstanding well educated boy it will show just how good our school is!"

"That still doesn't change the fact he has no where to sleep!" Syke reminded me.

"Oh yes! I have a spare room or two, one can be converted into a boys room… Course I'll have to get the janitor to fit some bars to the window and a lock to the door, this kid will be a proper handful after all…" as I was saying this David came in with a tray of cups, the steam wafting blissfully into the air.

Looking into my cup I saw it was black coffee, unlike the normal milky coffee I liked, the other teachers didn't seem to have milk in theirs either from the unhappy looks on their faces.

"Oh… that was my fault Sir." Max piped up "I forgot to bring some this morning."

"Ah well…" I said, trying to suppress a grin "We have the boy here to give us some of his milk…"

All the men chuckled, even Syke, as David turned bright red; of course you see he was just playing along, my Pet had done this many times before but it was always good to make him look little and hopeless before the staff, gave them a pleasurable morning experience to start the day.

It was such a beautiful sight to behold, David gripped the hem of his nightshirt and raised it to just over his tummy, showing off his perfectly formed boy parts eliciting a hum of delight from the adults.

I got up, walked over to my Pet, and knelt in front of him, David looked down at me as I went to work.

Taking hold of his cute penis I started masturbating him slowly, very quickly his soft wiener had turned into a small rod in my hand, several minutes passed and the boy's penis starting leaking little drops of pre cum, I put my cup under the droplets and caught them, I grasped the rod tightly and began violently jerking David off, his eyes closed and he cried from the intense pleasure.

My fellow teachers all watched intently as I forced the young boy closer and closer to orgasm, then with a thrown back head and nigh on scream of delight, David fired a little stream of boy juice which I just managed to collect in my cup. I looked up and saw my Pet was sweating a little, giving him a pat on the tummy I turned to the others "He's all yours fellows!"

The next ten minutes were filled with my fellow teachers masturbating my Pet, him creaming in their cups, and taking huge gulps of the combined liquid.

I nodded, looking over to David I could see the boy was exhausted, he had to kneel down for the last few times so he didn't fall over, I smiled at him and said "Your work here is done boy, go back to the dorm now. Oh but take my book back to my office first understood?"

"Yes… Sir… Thank you… for the tingles…" my Pet replied breathlessly, letting the hem of his nightshirt return to its proper place and standing back up, he grabbed my punishment book from the coffee table, bowed to us and left.

We spent the time until 8:25 discussing the behaviour of the boys, the agenda for the day, and also a few… personnel issues.

After checking my watch I bade the others goodbye and left, after leaving behind my cup of course.

After telling the janitor what was required he left, with a huge grin of course, off to the playground to set up the first punishment for any bed wetters.

I ascended the stairs to the Dorm, once I was outside the door I composed my self and without knocking opened the door.

Every boy was standing beside his bed, still in their nightshirts, all with heads lowered and hands behind their backs.

I paced from one group to the other, checking their beds, all of which were perfectly orderly… apart from a few. It was the youngest boys, the seven year olds, who had the worst approach to bed making, but today only three of the whole year had badly made beds so it was just three little boys who had to bend over, nightshirts pulled up, and get a quick but painful spanking from their Principle!

Now, suppressing a grin as I watched three boys ruefully rubbing their sore bottoms after I gave them several hard slaps to their rumps, now determined to make their beds better tomorrow, I moved onto my favourite part!

For the fifteen young boys, all with a pronounced wetting problem, I had already a cruel method for dealing with them; whenever they wet the bed they had to stand by their beds naked holding their soiled night shirts in front of them. This showed their humiliation to the others boys, most of the kids at my school were toilet trained after all, bed wetting to them was one of the worst problems to have.

I walked up and down the lines of kids… of the fourteen I had checked so far only four had wet, seemingly my threat last night must have given them extra incentive not to pee themselves, for the boys who had wet they didn't look at me, but bright red faces and a few tears here and there was proof enough they were already dreading my new punishment regime!

Finally… the last boy, the one who had dared defy me last night, was standing in front of his bunk, and yes he was holding onto a very wet nightshirt indeed! In fact it was so wet it was dripping urine onto the floor!

I stood there, my arms crossed, my face the picture of anger, Jake tried to avoid my gaze but he couldn't help but glance at me.

Poor Jake cried and got on his hands and knees, using his nightshirt to clean up the mini puddle of pee.

"What are you doing boy?! Did I say use your nightshirt?!" I bellowed so loudly I bet the whole dorm shook "Lick it up!"

There was a general gasp from the rest of the boys, but a quick snap stare at no one in particular quickly silenced them, Jake in the mean time burst into tears.

"Silence! Now lick it up, or I'll be adding even more strokes from the strap for when you visit my office!"

Extra lashes with the strap obviously terrified the youngster, without saying anything more he lowered his head and began licking up what remained of the puddle, his face screwed up in disgust but he lapped up his own liquid with what I could only call zeal.

With a grin I placed my foot on his head, forcing it into the puddle, he cried out but kept on cleaning his mess, this little brat deserved this so I didn't feel bad at all.

Jake got up and covered his mouth, trying not to be sick I guess, he looked up at me with a tear streaked face and eyes full of terror.

"All of you brats who wet the bed……Get down to the playground right now!" I yelled "Once the janitor has hosed you down, report immediately to my office for spanking! Move!!"

Three horrified boys dropped their wet nightshirts and along with Jake ran from the dorm, crying their heads off, leaving me to collect their soiled nightwear ready to be sent for cleaning… but then a thought crossed my mind, I needed a pet to vent my bad mood on, but not little David.

"Max! Collect the nightshirts and come with me!" I called to my other boy pet, he rushed over and quickly picked up the soiled night wear.

The whole dorm was deathly silent, not daring even to draw breath, as I stormed down the long hall to the exit closely followed by my ten year old, on the way I caught a look at David who gave me a little smile, I couldn't help but give him a wink as I opened the door walked out and slammed it behind me, after Max had followed me out of course.

"Sir, have I done something wrong?" the black haired boy asked softly as we walked downstairs, his green eyes not betraying his worry.

I should explain, most boys at my school don't like being spanked at all, but Max takes the cake; when he first came here he was just about eight, another trouble maker who had no respect for his parents or school, so when he arrived in time to see me caning one of the older boys in the nude it really made an impression on him.

Normally I give a new boy an introductory spanking after their parents are gone, to show the kid who is in control, but poor Max thought I was going to cane him and begged me not to.

It was so cute; seeing that little boy on his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks, the pure fear in his eyes, in the end I realised this little brat really wasn't such a brat after all. His parents were away at work a lot of the time, so Max had to be babysat by various aunts and uncles, all of whom never liked him according to the boy, so he started acting out at home and school to try and get his parents attention. But it got out of control when he set fire to part of his school, burning down half the building, when he didn't get the attention he needed. No one was hurt in the fire but it was decided by his carers that Max needed to be sent to a place where he could be given attention but also harsh discipline to make sure he never attempted to do something like that again. So he was sent to us, this poor kid who had never been spanked or heavily disciplined.

Still… I gave Max the traditional bare bum spanking, to which he was very unhappy with, he kicked and screamed the damn house down!

It was at that moment that I thought of using… different means of punishing the boy, spanking boys is fun but I wanted more unique ways of dealing with this particular boy, so I figured making him my pet was a good place to start, he would still be spanked for any crime he committed but I would… resort to more interesting ways of deterring the boy from being bad.

I don't treat Max the same way I treat David, I am much rougher and far crueller with the ten year old, our first time having sex he was screaming for me to stop, but after a few times he started to get himself accustomed to having my cock deep in his boy hole. Still it does hurt him, but he handles it far better now, though sometimes I fuck him harder on purpose when I think he needs a reminder to be good.

"Not at all my boy, however I want to get a bit rough this morning, that's not a problem is it?"

"N… No Sir…" the ten year old replied softly "You… You won't hurt me in the bum will you Sir?"

"Indeed I do, but their 'cleaning' will take a little time, I told the janitor to make sure they were completely clean before sending them to me."

Max winced slightly, he did feel for the other boys, more he hated the idea of being around when they were spanked, just seeing the sight of a boys bum being turned red from repeated spanks makes his ten year old stomach turn.

Finally we got to my office and I opened the door, taking the soiled nightshirts from Max and ushering him in, Mel's work hours were about to begin so I left the nightshirts in a heap on the floor near his desk and wrote him a brief message to get them cleaned.

I went into my office and shut the door, Max stood in the middle of the room looking so very cute in his nightshirt, I strode over to him and knelt down.

"Did you think of me last night Max?" I asked, letting one of my hands drift over to his cheek.

"I bet you did, did you… play with yourself?" my hand crept down his neck to his chest, I enjoyed the soft fabric brushing past my skin.

"What a bad boy!" I teased "You know the rules; no playing with yourself unless I allow it!"

The boy whimpered as my hand came to rest on his crotch, already I could feel a little tent forming down there!

"I am going to punish you Max, but not with a spanking…" I let go of his penis, leaving him breathless from the intense feelings from his toy "Arms up!"

Dutifully Max raised his arms, gripping the hemline of his night attire I pulled it up and tugged it slightly, fully removing his nightshirt and allowing the boy the honour of standing naked in front of me.

The small boy dropped his arms but didn't try to cover his boyhood, now as stiff as a board, I think you all deserve to know the differences between Max's parts and David's; for starters Max's is bigger when hard, he is also uncut which means the skin around the glans pulls back much further showing the bright pink head and slit to anyone lucky enough to see it, his ball sack is only slightly larger but far tighter, one thing he hated was when I flicked it with my finger, so I do that a lot when I am in a really bad mood.

Oh and while he loved sport, Max wasn't muscular, but his legs and chest were very defined, one of his biggest enjoyments was soccer you see.

Max did as he was told, once I had a perfect view of his buttocks I gripped both of those tight orbs and pulled them apart, aside from David's hole Max had the cutest most adorable boy hole I'd ever seen!

I brought my face close to his bottom and sniffed it, I felt my pet tense, he took great pride in being clean and having me inspect his private places so thoroughly was rather embarrassing, it still stank but only of your typical boy smells.

Satisfied there was nothing wrong there, I then pulled him around to face me, he looked down at my hands as the took hold of his balls and penis, those emerald eyes shining in the sunlight that was leaking through my office window.

I squeezed his sack lightly at first, then hard, then started twisting it eliciting yelps of surprise and slight pain from the boy, with his penis I pulled back the foreskin completely and sniffed the pink head.

"Be quiet you, if I want to sniff your bits I will!" I replied, making my point by squeezing his sack harder.

Again my pet yelped, looking up I could see he was almost close to tears, that's when I decided to stop, he hadn't done anything wrong really, this was just play punishment.

"Come with me Max." I said, this time softly and almost fatherly, I stood up and went over to my desk, sitting in the chair and swivelling it to the left.

Max came over, his little hard on bobbing up and down cutely, and stood in front of me again.

Looking into his eyes I could see the boy was trying hard not to cry from my light ball torture, he could be brave when he wanted too, giving him a little smile I lent forward putting my hands on his shoulders and gently pushing him down onto his knees.

He looked up at me, a little grin flashed across his face, with a big nod he reached to my pants and tried to undo the zip.

"Not yet boy!" I scolded, slapping his hands away "Take care of your own first!"

Max sat back on his legs and gripped his boy hood in one hand, with the other he traced a finger across his glans slowly in a circular motion, all the while stroking himself slowly. The boy quickly started gasping for air as he stroked faster and faster, he whole body starting to leak beads of sweat, moaning loudly he pressed his finger on his pee hole which a little trick I showed him.

All the while I sat and watched my pet play with himself, Max was quite adept at this sort of thing I had found out early on, my own hard on pressed painfully against my pants, there was no doubt in my mind I'd be shooting a big load in the ten year old's mouth pretty soon.

His eyes closed and I saw a thin trickle of drool leak out of that cute mouth, that was a sure sign he was close to his limit.

Well maybe he was closer than I thought because in the next few seconds with a loud squeal of orgasmic pleasure, Max shot his load, but since he still had a finger on his slit the slightly thicker cum than say David's spread onto Max's hand, my pant legs and the carpet.

My boy breathed hard, wiping the sweat from his brow, bringing his stained hand to his lips and licking up as much as he could.

"But look, you got some on my pants!" I pointed to the little goblets of boy juice.

"Oh! Sorry Sir!" exclaimed the ten year old, his eyes flashing with worry, he looked like he was about to try licking up his mess but I stopped him, placing a hand on his head.

"Getting my clothes dirty is a serious offence Max!" I said coldly "You deserve another punishment!"

"Quiet! Get on your feet right now before I decide to whip that dirty bottom of yours!"

"Yes I do boy! I think you've forgotten who is in charge here! Well I'll just…"

The familiar sound of the intercom buzzer sounded, startling both me and my pet, I pressed the accept button.

"I saw the soiled nightshirts and have arranged for the janitor to take them to the basement."

"Yes Sir, he brought five boys here only a few moments ago, it looks like they all jumped in a river!"

I smirked cruelly "Those would be the bed wetters, send them in one at a time, but there is one boy I want to come in last… the one called Jake."

"Max I have had enough of your lip, you'll be getting a spanking too if don't stop now!"

The ten year old shook like a leaf, lowered his head and gave me a weak "Yes Sir…"

I went over to the punishment stool and placed it in the middle of the room, with a loud "Enter!" I called out for the first boy to enter.

I won't bore you with details of the other boys, but they all had two things in common; all were shocked to see Max naked as they were with a semi hard penis watching the punishments, and by the end they all had very very red bottoms thanks to my trusty slipper and paddle; the thick rubber soled slipper was old but always brought a horrible sting to a boys bottom and the mean plastic paddle that hurts like heck! Of course the fact they were still a quite wet meant that their bare behinds were extra sensitive, so every whack of my slipper or paddle must have felt like a stroke of the cane! It was totally enjoyable for me to punish these little worms, not so much for my pet to witness, but after my almost sincere threat of giving him a spanking he had no choice but to watch.

I decided to let them all go after their beatings, rather than do corner time, I wanted to get to Jake badly so I just filled out the punishment book and got the boys signatures and sent them on their way, the diapering part of their punishment would be given to them by the school doctor, so the boys headed off to the infirmary crying and rubbing their painfully sore behinds.

Max was looking quite pale I noticed, he had just seen some boys he knew be slippered hard and he hated it! But he just bit his tongue and watched throughout, he had winced every time I brought the slipper down on the wetters little bottoms, bit his tongue harder when he heard the wails of pain, and watched enthralled as the boys rubbed their sore bottoms.

My pet was a bad boy for sure, his little pecker had suddenly gotten harder when he saw those boys rubbing their butts, maybe in some way he liked watching that kind of thing, dirty habit I say!

Once the fourth wetter had left the office, crying and nearly screaming from pain, I barked "Next!"

Jake rushed in and stood in front of me, his hair still damp, and little beads of water running off his body.

"Stupid boy! Go back and close the door!" I yelled, Jake cried out in fear rushed back and slammed the door then ran back to me, keeping his head low and hands behind his back.

I could see the band aid on his cheek hadn't been washed off, but I didn't care about that, I crossed my arms and gave the terrified boy my best hard man act, all the while Max watched with a renewed hard on but not daring to touch it.

"So you little bed wetting brat, did you like your morning shower?" I chuckled darkly.

Jake shook his head sadly, sniffing, his grey eyes stained with tears already, his messy brown hair still slick from his 'shower'.

"Well I hope you're ready for your punishments! I haven't forgotten how insolent you were last night, I was tempted to cane your bare backside but I think two rounds with the Scorcher will teach you a lesson!"

Both Max and Jake gasped in horror and rightfully so; the Scorcher was the worst belt I had in my possession, perhaps you would like a description?

The belt itself it quite thick, several centimetres to be exact, the hitting part has leather balls jutting out but they are very very small and wouldn't break the skin but would leave little pock marks in a boys butt making it extra painful to sit down, and at the end the belt splits so two tongs would lash at some already tenderized boy bottom!

Jake openly cried in fear, he dropped to the floor and crawled over to me, grabbing my legs he looked up at me.

"Please Sir! Not the Scorcher! I'll do anything!!! Pleeeeeeeeeease!!!!" he half screamed.

"S…Sir…Jake was bad to question you but… the Scorcher? Twice?" Max exclaimed, obviously feeling quite ill over the prospect of watching the nine year old wetter get strapped with such a nasty weapon.

"SILENCE!" I bellowed "It's the Scorcher for you brat! And if you say one more word boy you'll be getting the same treatment as this bed wetter!"

There was a deathly silence, Jake didn't even dare to sniffle, and Max lowered his head submissively, happy the boys had been put in their place I pointed to the punishment stool "Bend over boy! Bottom up and legs apart!" I ordered Jake, who looked over to the stool then back to me but knowing he was getting the Scorcher he didn't try to argue, it was quite amusing to watch this naked moist boy crawl across the carpet to the stool, I couldn't see his face as he laid himself but I imagined the flood of tears and snot that were now mixing together. To the boys credit he did spread his legs as far as he could and raise that cute nine year old bottom high in the air, but that wouldn't save him!

"Max, retrieve the Scorcher, then go and get down infront of Jake!" I told my naked boy pet, he went over to my punishment cabinet and quickly found the implement, as he brought it to me I saw him eying it with no small amount of fear; this strap was almost as feared as the Number Three cane!

Quickly without saying a word Max handed me the dreaded strap and rushed over to little Jake.

"Hold him down by his shoulders!" I ordered, the ten year old knelt down and put both hands firmly on Jake's shoulders as I walked slowly behind the helpless child.

"You will be getting six strokes for the wetting boy!" I announced "And a further six for the back talk, I expect you to count every stroke and should you fail to count I will add an extra stroke!"

Jake wailed, but kept his trembling bottom raised, Max gave me a very worried look once I had delivered my sentence but he said nothing…

Getting into prime position I drew back my arm and brought the Scorcher down hard on the top of Jake's bottom, there was a loud snapping sound as the mean leather tore into the wetters bare rump, he screamed loudly and arched his back, I have no doubt he would have fallen if Max hadn't been holding him down.

"Be quicker next time boy!" I scolded, bringing the strap down again with a resounding CRACK! just below where the first lash had fallen.

"AIIIIIIE!!!!!!!" cried Jake, again arching his back in pain, throwing back his head and bawling like a baby!

The next lash fell right onto the middle of the child's bottom with another meaty CRACK!

I paused, the top to middle of Jakes bottom was now a deep red, with many little purple hole marks adorning the quivering mound.

"Sir… Please!" Max begged me, through tears of his own "He can't count any more! Please don't add more!"

I snorted, of course I'd figured that out already, but Max was right, we'd be here all day if this continued.

Smiling slightly, I raised the strap and brought it down once again, right on Jakes sit spot the most tender part of a boys bottom. This time the scream that came from the nine year old nearly made the windows of my office shake, and his whole body convulsed, Max was almost unable to keep the brat down!

Of all the boys who wouldn't want a strapping with the Scorcher Max was number one on the list!

"Cause… Jake is really hurtin'…" Max explained, looking down at the boy he was still holding down on the punishment stool.

Max's feelings on this subject made me stop and think; Jake had been very lippy and he deserved a whipping, but maybe I was being too harsh. I'd never given a boy more than six with the Scorcher or Number Three cane, unless it was under very special circumstances like the theft case I told you about before. I decided to let Jake off the other thrashing with the Scorcher, but he'd still be getting a spanking non the less.

"Take Jake to the corner." I told Max, who's face brightened up right away "His punishment isn't over, but he won't be getting more with the Scorcher."

"Yes Sir!" Max said gratefully, he gently helped the weeping Jake off the stool and guided him to a waiting corner, knowing the normal proceeder he placed Jake's hands on his head and warned the nine year old not to rub. That made me smile a little.

Max came back over to me, his ten year old body so tempting to fondle and kiss, and gave me a big hug.

I patted his head "I suppose my bad mood got the better of me my pet." I admitted "For snapping me out of it… I think my little Max deserves a reward."

Kneeling down to his eye level I placed a warm kiss right on his lips, after I broke the kiss little Max blushed and cringed "Oh Sir…"

However he returned my kiss, pressing his body against mine, rubbing his suddenly erect boy hood against my clothes, I kissed his sweetly back and darted my tongue into his mouth, sharing my fluids with him, his own tongue wrapped around mine as we both enjoyed the moment.

Then… to his dismay, I broke the kiss again, giving him a little smile I pointed to his nightshirt "I think you should be going now my boy, go have some breakfast."

Max gave me a look, then glanced over to Jake, figuring he was worried about the nine year old I pressed a finger to his nose.

"Don't worry, he won't be getting any more with the Scorcher, you have my word."

Not many boys would take my word and be happy with it, but Max knew me well and that when I promised something I meant it, he nodded and went over to his discarded nightshirt, quickly pulling it back on he headed to the door.

"Max, come to the office at lunch, like I said yesterday." I reminded him "I'll give you a treat I know you'll like."

"Thank you Sir!" Max replied gratefully, and with that the youngster left me and a still sniffling Jake alone.

I sat myself down on the punishment stool, not a bad little seat to be honest, and watched Jake for a while; he was still sweating, his bottom was a mess of deep purple tiny holes and the rest was a deep red, there was marks on the far left side of his bottom where the split end of the strap had connected, I had no doubt the pain would not fade quickly, however knowing the nine year old was going to the infirmary after this gave me a idea, but enough of that, I still had a spanking to give!

The little boy, keeping his hands on his head, hobbled over to me slowly until he stood in front of me.

"Now I want to make something clear boy; you owe Max a debt of gratitude, it is because of him I have decided to let you off the last two lashes with the Scorcher…"

Jake listened to me, tears still streaming down his cheeks, shifting from foot to foot to try and relieve some of the pain.

"… however you still need a spanking for the wetting, however I have decided to give you a hand spanking, after that I will take you to the infirmary and you will be diapered."

Jake's eyes widened, my words came as somewhat of a shock to me too, but he didn't need telling twice as his hands flew off his head straight to his bottom, he cried out as he tried to sooth his pain.

After a few minutes I raised my hand, and the boy stopped his rubbing returning his hands to his sides.

I gave his sore bottom a few rubs, there was no doubt the Scorcher would make sitting down for the boy painful for a while, and now I was about to deliver a further sting to an already pained backside.

My first spank was right on Jake's sit spot, he howled of course, but didn't try reaching back, just in case he did though I told him to grab my legs which he did, shortly after that…

There was a art to spanking you see; make sure you start slow then build up faster and faster until you covered every bit of a naughty boys backside, with Jake it was easy seeing as his bottom was quite small.

More and more I punished Jake's butt, until it turned a far deeper shade of red on top of the purple marks given by the Scorcher.

Jake was once again screaming the house down, I could feel him clinging to my legs for dear life, not wanting extra for blocking.

I raised him off my lap, he tried to rub his bottom but I grabbed his hands to stop that, looking at him I could see the face of a truly sorry little boy; his eyes were red from crying, mucus dribbling out of his nose into his mouth and down his chin, I was satisfied he had learned his lesson.

"Now go to the corner and think very carefully about the next time you even consider talking back!" I warned the broken child "Then… Then you know what happens next!"

After my dressing down, Jake went and stood in the corner with his hands on his head, sobbing quietly as I filled out the punishment book and signed it, I would have the boy sign it before we left for the infirmary. Oh but if you think this was the most interesting part of the day, then you'd be wrong!

Chapter 3

Looking at my desk clock I saw that breakfast was by now being served to the boys, so I decided it was time to get Jake's diapering over and done with.

Jake turned from the corner and limped, but not as badly as before, over to my desk, I pushed the open punishment book over to him along with a pen and he signed his name. Smiling slightly I stood up and walked round my desk to where Jake was standing, for a short time I enjoyed the sight of the pre teens body, then I regained my stern Principle stance.

"Now come along, its time we got you in a nice diaper, I think you'll enjoy it… after a while."

Jake sniffled and brushed his eyes with his arm, I could see a few stray strands of snot still dribbling down the boys chin.

With a little nod Jake wiped his chin, after which I grabbed him by the hand and led him out of the office.

"Oh Sir!" Mel said as we walked by his desk "I just had a call from the parents of the new boy Miles, they say they'll be here in… about one hour, but they say once the boy realises what's going on he will be quite a hand full."

"Thank you Mel, if there are any more calls take a message, I have to get this boy dealt with myself."

Our brisk was to the infirmary was slightly longer, but by my choice, there were boys heading to the main hall for breakfast and they all glanced to Jake and me as I pulled the boy along, I did hear a few gasps when they saw his bottom but that's to be expected, they had not seen a boys bare behind adorned by marks of the Scorcher in a long time, Jake was very upset by being seen like this and he covered his little privates with a free hand.

We passed the main hall, where the rest of the boys were having breakfast, I could see that already two of the other wetters were collecting their food, but instead of wearing shorts like their fellow pupils their lower regions were clad with a nice padded diaper, they had their white shirts on and maybe that made their faces stand out even more, both of them were bright red one even close to crying again, Jake followed my gaze and saw what I saw, I felt him shiver violently.

"That will be you in a few minutes boy!" I told the youngster as I pulled him away and back on course for the infirmary.

"You are wearing one and that's final! Perhaps a day in a diaper will teach you not wet the bed?"

Finally we arrived; there were a few chairs outside for waiting patients, the infirmary door had one of those 'Red Cross' plaques on the front with the name of our doctor underneath, his name is Samuel Weir.

Dr Weir is a man who feels the way I do, that's why I had the old doctor removed and Weir take his place, he never asks questions and has always been able to cope with the boys who get themselves into trouble, whether it be falling off a climbing frame to getting into a fight, he doesn't have boy pets of his own though… pity really, but he does believe in firm discipline.

Jake and I entered the room to find Dr Weir helping one of the wetters off the examination table, he was trying hard not to cry, he didn't have a shirt on so all he was clothed in was another padded diaper, the wetters were smart enough to return to the dorm and only put a shirt on, not shorts.

"Ahhh Morning Sir, I was just finishing up here." Weir smiled, sending the near crying bed wetter off with a little smack to his diapered rear "Oh I see there's one more?"

"Yes indeed Doctor, I had to give this one… a special punishment." I replied as I let go of Jake's hand and pushed him forward.

"That so? Well over here… what's your name?" Weir asked the shivering naked boy gently.

As Dr Weir helped little Jake up onto the examination table I took a look around; it was mostly a pretty normal infirmary, cabinets with medicine and band aids, for the worse injuries there were bandages, a desk strewn with medical charts and papers, one large closet that was open at the moment displaying many utensils and the like. Now we come to the examination table; it was of a size that most boys could fit on it without being overly large, my favourite part about it were the leather straps at either end of the table, those were used to tie down boys if needed. Dr Weir had told me he had to use the straps several times to take temperatures from some of the kids, he uses anal thermometers you see, they had a habit of putting up a fight so I said to him why not tie them to the table, he took my words literally.

Once Jake was laid out on the table, again he covered his privates, but Weir grabbed the boy's hands gently and started securing them with the straps, the doctor smiled at the frightened boy.

Weir pinned Jake's legs together and raised them high, putting the boy in the diaper position, he then checked the welted and sore bottom.

"Hmmmm, you spanked this one with the… Scorcher, yes?" Weir asked, turning to me.

"There will be swelling for a week or two, the bruises might take longer to fade. If you are willing Sir I can give the boy some ointment, it will help speed the recovery of his bottom."

Jake looked over to me with pleading eyes, with a quick roll of the eyes I nodded "Oh very well, I'll get it for you, where is it?" I asked.

"Cabinet Sir, second self down, blue jar." Dr Weir replied, running his hand along Jake's bottom while the boy groaned in pain.

"Shall I do it, or would you like to Sir?" the doctor asked, still holding Jake's legs high in the air.

As I opened the jar Jake watched me with a worried look, he squirmed around but was unable to move that much since Weir had his legs pinned and his wrists were fully secured, I scooped out a glob of cream and applied it to the childs bottom.

"Aiiiiiie!!! Noooo! It huuuurts!" Jake wailed as I spread the cold cream over his rear, Weir put a hand on the boys head while still holding onto his legs with one big hand.

That didn't stop the nine year old from crying and squirming though, his wails were rather annoying and I threatened to slap his butt if he didn't quieten down, that helped a lot because Jake put his hands over his mouth and sobbed as quietly as he could.

"There! Now lets get that diaper on him!" I announced as soon as I was finished rubbing the cream into the welted boy bottom.

"Oh not yet Sir…" Dr Weir said "… just to be on the safe side I'd like to take Jake's temperature, you never know he might be develop a fever from that cold 'shower' he was given, I did the same to the other boys and it wouldn't be fair for him to be left out."

I smirked, as Jake whimpered, giving the doctor a nod I replied "Of course, as long as I get to put the diaper on him!"

I took over holding Jake's legs in the air while Dr Weir went over to a small jar of thermometers, the jar was sealed filled with water and small bits of ice to make sure the temperature was always kept as low as possible for the best reading, he opened the jar and took one out.

Looking down at the tied nine year old I could see those eyes were about to tear up again, Weir just winked "Now now, don't worry Jake, it'll be over soon."

He then parted on of Jake's bottom cheeks with one hand an slowly slipped the instrument right into the boy's pink hole!

We waited for a few minutes, all the time Jake whimpered like a baby, until finally Dr Weir pulled the thermometer right out of the boy's bottom and looked at the reading.

"Hmmm, no his temperature seems normal, so good for you Jake. Here, have a lolly."

Weir set the thermometer back into its jar, no bothering to clean it I noticed, took a lollipop out of his desk and plopped it into Jake's mouth.

The nine year old sucked on it, though he didn't seem to appreciate it much, I let his legs drop back down with a soft thud on the table.

"Doc can we PLEASE get to the diapering? I do have work to do you know?" I said, not that I was in a mood any more, but I DID have work to do.

"Oh I'm sorry Sir." Weir scratched his head "Of course, of course, I will fetch his diaper."

While the good doctor rummaged around in his cabinet for a diaper that would fit Jake, I took the sight of this snivelling boy in; since his hands were still tied down he couldn't take the lolly out of his mouth, it was a very cute sight and of course he knew if he spat it out I might just whip his butt again, so he lay there sucking on his… I think orange lolly?

"So boy, you had best behave today, another spanking would really hurt don't you agree?"

"I will be expecting you in my office before bedtime, so I can check your diaper, the other boys will be there too and if any of you have a little 'accident' expect to be in diapers for the whole week!"

Finally Dr Weir returned to us with a fresh diaper for Jake; it looked so cute its not even funny, there were what I think were disney characters on the front, the waistband was baby boy blue and it looked like it was very well padded.

I caught a look at Jake and his mouth had dropped open so far his lolly fell out.

"NOOOO! PLEASE NOT THAT ONE!!" the boy finally screamed, trying with all his nine year old strength to break free.

I raised his left leg and gave his thigh a might SMACK, to which he howled, I dropped his leg back down and scolded "Quiet boy! This is the one you're getting and that as they say is that! Doctor, hand that to me."

"Here you are Sir." Weir replied, handing the diaper over "I'll just… write up Jake's notes for you to sign."

"Ughhhh… more papers?" I thought "Sign the punishment book, sign medical notes, sign your soul away while your at it!"

Without warning the boy I put my hand under his hips and forced him upwards, eliciting a surprised cry, quickly I slipped the diaper under him and let him back down, with one last look at the boy's delectable privates I brought the front up and fixed the tabs, leaving me with one fully diapered nine year old boy!

"Now get to the dorm and get dressed, but no shorts!" I reminded Jake as I untied him.

He slipped off the side of the table and onto the floor, landing with a soft thud, with a lowered head and blushing the deepest red you imagine little Jake trudged sadly off, his diaper making cute crinkling sounds as he did.

"Ah Sir, I've got his notes done, please would you sign?" Dr Weir asked, handing a piece of paper and a pen, quickly I scribbled my name and handed the paper back.

"Thank you Sir. Oh and one more thing, I don't think using the Scorcher on a boy as young as Jake is a good idea, perhaps next time you will consider just a paddle?"

I was tempted to scoff but I coolly replied "If a boy deserves a harsh punishment he gets it Doctor, you'd be out of a job if there were no boys to patch up after a thrashing."

And with that I left the good doctor, heading back to my office, along the way I saw the janitor heading in the opposite direction carrying a box of tools.

"Ah Sir, I did as you asked, I am pretty sure the new boy won't be able to get out of his new room, by the way I also removed the bed frame per your instruction and got the 'special' mattress set up."

"Thank you." I said "I'm sure you did a good job, sorry to cut this short but I need to head back to the office, the brat should be coming in soon."

After the little conversation in the hall with the janitor I returned to my office and got back to my… paper work… I checked the clock after a while and saw we were now in the full swing of a school day, I did wonder how the diapered brats were handling the inevitable ribbing they would be getting from their peers and smiled to myself, they deserved everything they were getting! If they didn't want to be humiliated they should learn to control their bladders!

The loud screaming of a very high pitched boy nearly blew my ears clean off, not only did he have an annoying whiny voice but he was swearing too? This was going to be… interesting.

The door opened and a very wealthy looking man and woman appeared, dragging a boy by an arm each, into my office.

"I am SO sorry about this Mister Roy," the male said, his voice shaking slightly "Ever since we told Miles he was coming here he has been out of control!"

"Please forgive his appearance too, he never wears the clothes we buy for him, just steals one's he thinks are 'cool'."

Miles sneered at his mother "Stupid cow, course I don't wear the crap you buy me!" he taunted in his high pitched voice.

Already this brat was trying my patience, I can easily say from the first few minutes meeting this boy he WAS the WORST case I have EVER had!

I took a few moments to look him over; he was wearing a black tank top, dirty sneakers, torn jeans and a red baseball cap, he seemed to have a normal complexion but I could tell he was slightly chubby but that was probably the remains of baby fat, his haircut was the kind you'd expect seeing on an army recruit as the cut was very close to the scalp, his hair was deep brown and eye's a deep almost blackish green.

He was struggling to get free, but luckily it seemed his parents were strong enough to hold him, but we couldn't go on like this, I stood up from my chair and strode over to the just turned seven year old.

"You have a very bad temper I see boy, I suggest you calm yourself." I said, sternly but calmly.

"Miles! Watch your tone! This is your new Principle, show him some respect!" the father said, but he wasn't sounding like a strict parent, more like he was BEGGING this brat to behave!

"You're not going home." I said, kneeling down as to bring myself into direct eye contact with this boy "You are staying here, there's nothing you can do about it so you had better start behaving!"

The boy kicked his dad in the shin and forced the man to let go of his arm, then the little brat spat in my face and made a dash for the door.

Well… that was it… I didn't care if his parents didn't approve, I was NOT going to tolerate some little spoilt kid swearing at me and spitting at me!

I bounded over and grabbed the boy by his arm, he tried to fight me off but I twisted his arm behind his back, that got his attention as he cried out in surprise as I forced him to the floor.

"Stay down!" I growled "One more word from you and I'll pull your pants down and spank you!"

Miles looked up at me in horror at first, but then his face took on a smug expression.

"You can't spank me! Mom and Dad don't spank me an' they'd never let you do it! School people can't spank kids anyway!"

"That… is where you're wrong son," said the father sadly, consoling his wife in his arms "We can no longer tolerate your behaviour, that is why we have brought you here, this is a school where spanking is allowed, the Principle has our full support if he decides… to spank you. I am sorry, but you don't leave us any options…"

"You will find your father is NOT lying." I assured "Now unless you want to be spanked in front of your parents you had better sit down and be quiet!"

Figuring there was no way I could control him while in this state I pulled the boy up and outside my office, Mel gave me a 'I know right?' look.

"Mel, I want you to take this… boy and put him in a quiet place, I don't care if its a utility closet, just lock him up for a while!"

Mel nodded and came over, grabbing the boy by the arm and leading him kicking and screaming down the hall.

With a sigh I re-entered my office, to see the two parents sitting on the two chairs on the other side of my desk, I took my seat on the opposite side and spoke.

"Ma'am, Sir, your son has a very… volatile nature, I am still willing to except him into Nintenga, however I feel he will need far more drastic measures to bring him under control. I need to understand how he came to be this way before we proceed, can you shed some light on this?"

"To be honest Mister Roy, my wife and I have… spoiled Miles badly. He is our only son and we wanted to give him everything we didn't have, our families were rather poor but we pulled ourselves out of that rut and have become quite well off. Miles has never had any real friends, not because he is a loner, but because he expects everyone to do what he says… That is indeed my fault, I hardly ever chastised him, my foolishness has led my boy to become a self centred brat…"

"Miles has been in several schools since he turned six, every one of them have expelled him due to his behaviour. The list of his… misdeeds go on forever. His first school expelled him for forming a gang and causing massive property damage, the second because Miles kept attacking other children, the third because…" she became rather choked up "… because he was selling his body to older children…"

I wasn't able to contain my shock at this, a six year old selling himself for sex? Most of the boys who started here in the beginning had NO idea what sex was, this kid must have been sent to some pretty rough schools.

"Ahem… Well… I see why you want him in my school. We have dealt with many badly behaved boys and I can assure you ever since I took over the day to day running of this place, nigh on ninety eight percent of the boys have completely turned their behaviour around."

"Mister Roy, we know of the reputation of this school, is it true you beat the boys for the smallest reason?" the mother asked.

"Ma'am, I can give you my word of honour I only give the boys here punishment when it is necessary."

Well that was a lie, but I did need to try and make these two feel better about having their kid in the school.

"Forgive my wife Mister Roy, she has never believed in spanking, the issue of our son being punished in such a way does worry her…"

Not spanked huh? Boys NEED spanking, I can see the first mistake they made right there!

"I… understand." I managed to force out "… However I will be punishing your son, it is clear to myself the boy needs a severe shock to bring him back under control. No other school can do this, I can assure you of that, but I can… if you trust me."

The father and mother conferred with each other for a few minutes, while I sat back and waited, finally they both rose and the man offered me his hand.

"He may be a handful, but yes I shall Sir. Now please, I have some papers for you to sign and there is the small matter of payment. I do feel we will be needing slightly more than normal to… look after Miles. We can discuss payment methods and the overall cost while you sign this waver."

What happened next was pretty boring so I will give you the basic overview; parents signed what needed to be signed, they wanted to pay the school fee in instalments so we set up a direct draw to their account for every month, and finally they said their goodbyes. However they didn't want to see Miles, they didn't even ask where he was, it just seemed they were happy to get shot of him if I'm honest, they gave me a case of Miles' clothes and with that they left.

Mel was back in his seat, going through his files, when I came out and waved Miles' parents off I went over to him.

"Oh I put him in one of the bathroom stalls, he tried breaking the door down but he couldn't, guess he stills trying to force it right now."

"Noooo I think you better keep it for the moment Mel, I have a few things to settle with the new boy, this brat has a butt whipping coming his way!"

Chapter 4

In this chapter I will show you how I deal with Miles, the new brat, and I will tell you about giving Max his gift… and the gift he gives me!

He was a tutor hired to teach me in his own home since my parents felt time away from school and other kids was help with my problems, it was in fact the tutor who suggested to them I stayed with him. I wasn't allowed to leave the house at any time and have no contact with my family, and that went on for a whole year. He was a very VERY strict man, perhaps more than I am now, the smallest thing he'd whip my bare butt with a strap, make me stand naked in a corner for hours on end, he'd give me cold baths too if I didn't clean my room every day. At night he'd spank my butt red raw with a senior cane and send me straight to bed, for the first four months my room was a dingy room in his basement with just a lumpy old mattress in the middle and nothing else. Every morning I'd have to pass a pop quiz or get smacked again and go naked the rest of the day!

His methods were harsh but they worked! Within a year I was a totally different kid, I went to a different school and did good on my grades and by the time I hit high school I was a proper gentleman. But as the years rolled by I couldn't help but think about my old tutor, I never went to see him… but when I was in my final year at high school I felt like I should go and thank him for helping me come so far, so one day I paid him a visit, he was quite pleased to see me and how well adjusted I had turned out. He had another bad boy in his care when I visited, about ten or eleven, in fact I'd turned up right at the moment the kid was being strapped hard, bent over the arm of a couch with his butt aflame with red lines. It was that moment I felt something, seeing a boy like that totally vulnerable and helpless, it was like I'd just released the most addictive drug into my bloodstream! I'd always felt attracted to boys, the younger the better, but this just brought it all out!

I asked if I could give the boy a few lashes, my old tutor found this rather amusing and agreed, commenting on how it felt like a million years ago since I had been bent over that exact same couch getting spanked. So I took up his strap and gave the kid one stroke, but he hardly even whimpered, my old tutor told me to put more strength behind my swing and not to hold back, so the next stroke I didn't.

When the leather instrument hit that kids bare bottom, there are two sounds I will always remember, the crack as it connected and the boys pitiful scream of pain.

After that, I really laid into the kid, so much so by the time I had finished his bottom was starting to bruise rather badly, but my tutor seemed rather… impressed with my skills and asked me to visit again some time.

We did this for a while, me visiting and all, but one day my old tutor had to go into town for supplies, his house was out in the country, so I was left alone with the boy.

He was still down in my old 'room' in the basement and… I shall admit… my fantasies got the better of me. I had spanked this little boy… now I wanted to fuck him. It had been a dream I'd had ever since that first strapping I'd given him, jacking off to the thought of his small body being pounded by my cock had given me so many enjoyable orgasms, now here he was for real and there was nothing to stop me fucking his tight little ass!

I made out this was my own kind of punishment for him, so yes I raped him and hard! When I'd finished he just lay there in a daze, a mix of blood and my cum leaking from his hole, I told him never to tell anyone. Lucky for me, he didn't, probably the threats of worse punishments helped him hold his tongue!

My old tutor gave me lessons in spanking, caning and much more aside for several months, all on the butt of the boy mind you, while I was studying for my final exams, he also told me there were many more boys out there who were extremely bad but could change, just as I had, it was then I made up my mind; I was going to become a teacher and use every method I know knew to turn bad boys good!

They all need to be broken down, then built back up, most of the kids have reacted very well to my methods. However when thinking about Miles, this new spoilt brat, I was wondering if I really did have what it takes to change him.

He would have to go through a far more intensive breaking then all the other boys here had, he is a proper bad case, and I must show no mercy!

While considering how to approach his first punishment the bell rang, it was time for the second morning lesson and all the boys started filing out of their class rooms, as I passed they all lowered their heads out of respect and fear giving me a very timid "Good morning Sir." as I passed.

As I got close to the boys bathroom near the main hall I noticed a small group of boys standing outside it looking rather worried.

"P… Please Sir, there is a really angry boy in there!" one of the boys stammered.

"Yes Sir! He's trying break out of a stall, he's screaming and swearing lots Sir!" another said.

They all took to their heels, maybe if they wet themselves in class I could make examples out of them too, that would be fun!

I entered the bathroom and right away I heard more slamming on one of the stall doors, and of course the yelling, I strode past the urinals and basins to the last stall where the noises were coming from.

Now your probably wondering why he couldn't get the door open, well there were locks on either side of the door, the janitor added those for some reason I never really asked, he's a funny guy.

"Hey! Your that asshole my mom and dad were talking too! Let me out! I wanna go home right NOW!"

"I think not boy, your not going anywhere until you calm down, if you want to stay there and rage all day please do, I won't let you out!"

I unlocked the door but as I was opening it Miles tried to fire past me, but of course he wasn't quick enough and I grabbed him by the arm.

"Get off me!" he cried, his face burning red with hate "I wanna see my mom and dad!"

"You… Your lying! They wouldn't just leave me here!" he replied, his voice full of self confidence.

"Yes they have, they decided they want you to stay at my school, as of now you are a pupil of Nintenga!"

"No… No they can't… This is a joke right? They're just driving around, tryin' to make me be sorry for what I've done, then their gonna come back, I'll say sorry, and they'll take me home…"

It really was rather cute, this seven year old thinking it was all just a game, I lowered my self to one knee and looked him dead in the eyes.

"You ARE my pupil now, boy, you will stay at this school until your parents decide you have progressed far enough or until you turn twelve, you will not see your parents until then, I am now your parent in a manner of words."

"Its true. Your parents signed a waver before they left, it was to their parentel rights to you, therefore I am now your mother and father, I decide what is best for you."

It was a look of horror unlike any I had seen before, here was this tough little guy being told he was going to be spanked and he had no idea how to take it!

Without saying another word I pulled him under my left arm, trapping him, and started tugging at his jeans with my right, it seemed he had gotten over the shock of my words and started screaming every curse word under the sun.

With one swift movement I pulled his jeans down to his ankles, revealing a pair of thoroughly dirty cartoon briefs, they looked like they hadn't been washed in forever.

Now the brat was starting to sweat, being bared like this must have been an even bigger shock to his system.

"Shut up you little brat!" I scolded "I have had enough of your attitude and now I'm going to change it!"

I gripped the waistband of his briefs and quickly tugged them down to join his jeans.

It was quite a sight to behold… … Mile's bottom was rather pale, there was a visible speedo line from just below his bottom to the top of it, it was tight and perfectly round, just the kind of butt I liked to spank!

"W… Wait! Just…" he pleaded, his voice turning rather pitiful, but I cut him off with one almighty SPANK right across the middle of the tight butt!

"Oh that's just the start you brat! You have lot of spankings coming for your rudeness!"

I delivered three hard slaps on the top, middle and lower part of Mile's bum, the pale skin was already quickly turning a light shade of pink.

"You are a very, very bad boy!" I scolded mercilessly "You deserve every spank your getting!"

To punctuate this I slapped his sit spot five times in quick succession, the sounds of my hand connecting with his bare skin bouncing off the bathroom walls.

I dropped the boy onto the cold floor, right away he curled up and started rubbing his burning bottom, his jeans and undies still around his ankles. After watching this little brat sob and sniffle for a few minutes I crossed my arms and put my best stern face on.

"From now on, you will obey myself and the other teachers, if you don't you will be spanked! And don't think that was the worst I have to offer either, I have a wide selection of things to spank you with, not just my hand!"

"It is obvious to me you need a few days of orientation before I can even consider letting you go to classes, I will take you to your temporary room until we bring in a new bed for you in the dorm, you'll be staying with me."

That caught his attention, he stared up at me, tears still streaming down his slightly chubby cheeks, snot trailing down into his mouth and down his chin.

Once more he broke into a fresh round of sobs, finally losing my patience with this pathetic show I reached down and grabbed Miles by the neckline of his tank top and pulled him towards the exit. I noticed his cap, which had fallen off during his struggles, but I didn't go back to get it, guess the next boy to come in here would take it to lost property, if he knew what was good for him!

When we exited the bathroom most of the other boys had gotten to their classes, but still a few were roaming around, when they saw me pull Miles out with his pants and underwear round his ankles they all stared. Miles of course saw them looking and covered his little privates, whimpering in embarrassment.

"Off to class now!" I bellowed to the on lookers, who all nearly jumped out of their skins before running off.

I dragged Miles down the corridors, he barely putting up any resistance, we passed several class rooms and I peaked in through the small windows in the doors seeing the various age groups all hard at work, then a twisted thought crossed my mind.

Remembering the seven year old's had Max the Science teacher for second period, I pulled Miles to the Science room and entered unannounced.

Every boy in the room gasped when they saw me bring Miles in, and he cried in shock, he was exposed in front of a class of twenty kids his age! I bet he just wished he could die right there!

"Ah good morning Sir!" Max said, looking up from his desk where he was putting together some scientific equipment for a practical test I guess "Is this the new boy?"

"Yes indeed Mr Max. I thought I would introduce him to the boys, if it doesn't clash with their work?"

"Of course Sir, I still need to fix this… darn thing…" he muttered as he tried to connect a glass tube to another.

"Boys, this is Miles, he will soon be joining you all. Say hello to him!" I ordered.

There were a few sniggers from the class at the mention of spanking, but they all fell silent quickly not to inter my anger.

"H… Hello…" Miles forced, looking down at the floor, not daring to make eye contact with anyone.

"What else?" I looked down at Miles, I was doing this to make sure the reality of his situation would sink in.

"The… slipper Sir… or the paddle… or if a boy is really naughty they get smacked with the strap Sir! B… But that's only for us, for the older boy's its the cane!"

"Do you understand now boy?" I said to the whimpering brat "Every boy in this room was once a bad, naughty little boy like you are now, but now they are changing, they will become upstanding citizens by the time they leave this school. And so will you!"

After the 'introduction' to his soon to be classmates, I dragged Miles out and straight out of the school, he did start struggling again when we entered the open air, but a few quick slaps to his legs stopped that.

We got up to my home, unlocking the door I forced the boy inside and shut the door behind me.

"This is my home boy, your room is just through here, but first take those pants and undies off, shoes too!"

I let the boy go, and he turned round to face me, those dark green eye's alight with fear.

"Because I said so you little brat!" I exclaimed angrily "Now do it or I'll introduce you to the slipper that boy told you about!"

Miles lowered his head, he could have tried to run of course, but remembering the butt blistering I had given him must have been on his mind as he slowly bent over and pulled his shoes off before moving onto his jeans.

"Oh yes your case, its back in my office, but you can forget about it boy. You will have no need of it!"

The boy's mouth dropped open, he was so horrified he didn't even cover his privates… … yes… his privates…

How cute they were, so very tiny, his pre-teen dick was only slightly bigger than his ball sack, they both complimented each other perfectly! He was uncut… of course… my favourite kind of boy dick!

"Will be kept until you leave!" I said strictly "You will be given a uniform and nightshirt but that is all!"

Miles sank to his knee's, those dirty undies still round his ankles, and buried his head in his hands.

"I… sorry… mommy… daddy… lemme… go… home…" he choked out inbetween sobs.

With more pathetic crying and sniffling, Miles pulled his little feet through the leg holes in his undies and stood there now nude from the waist down.

The boy did managed to follow me, totally dejected, as I led him to his room, the janitor told me it was the second guest room that he'd done up. Once we got there I noticed the lock on the outside, good that would make sure I could keep the boy in there all the time, I opened the door and ordered him in.

As we both surveyed the room, I was rather impressed, Miles on the other hand couldn't believe his eyes; there were five metal bars over the one window which made it look like a prison cell, no closet, one small class room table with a single old wooden stool, the best part was the bed or lack thereof, the janitor had removed the bed frame and just planted an old badly stained mattress in the corner of the room with a single thin blanked over it and no pillow.

Miles turned and dropped to his knee's again in front of me, grabbing my pants legs he begged "Please mister… let me go home… I'm real sorry for being bad… please tell my mommy and daddy I wanna go home?"

"If you ask me that one more time boy I will spank you! And from now on you will call me Sir! Is that understood?!"

"Good! Now I need to go and continue my work, I will lock you in and come back later."

"Silence boy! Your staying in here until I decide to come back. And run this through your head, when I DO come back you will be getting more spankings! You have been a horrible mean little brat to myself, your parents, and who knows who else! You will be punished for as long I think you deserve! And you can expect to feel some of my trusted implements across your hind quarters!"

I quickly pulled away and exited the room, shutting and locking the door behind me, as I walked away I could hear the brat crying "Please no! I'm sorry! Please let me out!"

When I got back to the hall I collected the brat's jeans and underpants, placing them in a pile next to his shoes… well… I admit I did sniff the inside of the briefs, the combination of boy sweat, pee and maybe a little poop filling my nostrils felt so good! I'd have to make him wear these again at some point!

As I left my home and headed back to the main building I wiped my forehead, well that was definitely a good workout, that brat had tried to act tough at first but after a little while with me was now nothing more than your average snivelling little boy.

Well to cut a long story short; I got back to my office, took my gift to Max my boy pet off Mel, and got back to work. Grade papers for the nine year old's… mostly good… a few stupid mistakes here and there, I made a note of those boys who had done less than average and made a clearing in my diary for a punishment session for them. The hours passed by briskly, then the bell for lunch sounded, I buzzed Mel and asked for a cup of coffee.

"Um… I saw Mister Mel bringing it here and… I asked if I could bring it to you." the boy replied, stepping into my office and walking slowly over, placing my coffee on the desk.

"I see, well then, you are here for the gift I promised?" I asked, standing and walking round the desk to the boy.

"Y… Yes Sir, I really wanna know what it is!" Max admitted, his eyes flashing with curiosity.

"Well then, its over there" I pointed to where I had placed it on my desk "Go ahead and open it."

The boy picked the package up and started tearing away the plain paper that it had been wrapped in, within thirty seconds he had got it all off and staring at what I had gotten for him.

"The correct term is dildo Max." I corrected as he took the object out of the box.

It was quite big, the colour of purple, with a large head, Max dropped the box back onto my desk and felt the shaft of the dildo quizzically.

"At my favourite site on the internet, I thought well seeing as you like playing with me a lot, and that there maybe times when you want to play on your own, I'd get you this!" I explained.

Max wasn't the kind of boy who liked to admit it, but he LOVED getting fucked, the nights I spent with him alone since he became my boy pet were always hot and steamy! He loved playing with me at first, teasing my dick and such, for the most part I let him. There were times though I didn't allow him to play around and I just stripped him, got him on my bed and pounded the living hell out of his amazingly tight ass! How many times I had fucked him hard, and how many times he was screaming "Harder! Harder!" by the end I have lost count, as I said I treat Max differently from David but I think playing rougher with him makes him feel more 'grown up' than my younger pet.

"Thank you Sir!" Max smiled warmly, jumping at the opportunity to give me a hug "Its a great present! But um… can I use it when… we're not playing?"

"I think so my boy as long as your alone, but be careful not to get too messy, else I might just have to spank your bare bum!" I joked, reaching round and giving him a playful slap on the back of his grey shorts.

"Hmmm… you can still get some lunch…" I mused, checking my office clock "… Tell you what my boy, since David took your spot yesterday you can come over to my place tonight, then we can play with your new toy. Would you like that?"

Taking a moment to look down at my boy I saw a little tent in his shorts, that was pretty much a yes then!

"Okay then!" I chuckled as I knelt down and undid the buttons on his shorts, pulling them down slowly "I'll show how this can feel good on your weiner, not just your bottom"

I took the dildo from my pet and while gripping the shaft ran the tip of the toy over the bulge in his tight white briefs, it wasn't too ridged or too soft, there was no doubt in my mind this toy would give Max many happy times in the future.

"Ahhh… Sir… it feels funny!" Max moaned, closing his eyes, raising the hem of his shirt and blazer.

"Almost as good as the real thing my boy?" I asked, tracing the tip down towards his sack.

Without saying a word Max turned around and bent over slightly, flipping shirt and blazer tails up so I had total access to his bottom.

Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his undies, I slipped them down to just below his cute bubble butt, quickly I spat a little on the business end of the toy and rubbed it against the boy's pink hole.

With a grin, I slipped the head of the dildo into my pet's bum hole, he cried out in surprise but quickly relaxed as to allow the dildo to fully enter, yet I didn't push it in further, just slipped the head in and out of his bum making little plopping sounds as I did so.

"I'm sure it does my boy…" I chuckled "… But I think that's enough for now."

By the time I turned back to my cute boy he had pulled his briefs back up and was doing up the buttons on his shorts, looking rather peeved at me for having stopped.

"What's that look about? I know you enjoyed that my boy but you need to go and have some lunch!" I reminded him, being a little bit stern.

"S… Sorry Sir…" said Max, finishing the last button "… It just felt really really good! Please let me play with it tonight?" he pleaded, his cute deep green eye's sparkling with desire.

"We will play tonight my boy, that you have my word on, now come along! I have… some business to take care of…"

"The little boy who was locked in the bathroom Sir, the one was screaming and swearing lots?"

"Yes he does my little Maxxy, but I think I am starting to get somewhere with him, he'll stay with me for a while so I can… break him in."

Before Max left the office he gave me a look and asked "Are… you gonna punish him lots Sir?"

I snorted slightly "Of course! Now get along my boy or you'll be getting punished!"

Max nodded violently and rushed away, heading to the main hall where lunch was being served. I went over to my punishment cabinet and took out the following implements: the slipper, the lexen paddle and a short strap. I carried them outside and closed the door.

"I'm going back to the flat for a while, will you tell the cooks to save me some chicken salad?"

Next time: you will read about my first of many punishment's delivered to Miles the brat, my play time with Max and learn a secret fetish that he has kept hidden until now!

Until next time, gentle readers!

Cho

Nintenga School For Boys

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4