Is it me ?
component part 1"Gentle Beginnings"
I find it hard to remember the exact order of events all those years ago, everything I am going to secern you happened, just maybe not in the exact club that I tell it. I had a happy midsection class childhood, being born into situation war Britain, rationing was just ending, work was copious, Thomas Kyd were on the entirely well behaved and discipline at school was real !
I must have been 7 or 8 when I first got into trouble at school, I kicked a ball through a window, I was summoned to the schoolmaster. DoJ was Gustavus Franklin Swift, 6 strokes of the slipper for the first offence. However I had to follow as other boys received coarse punishment as they were no foresighted low gear wrongdoer. The arrangement was 6 with a slider ( trainer you might predict it today ) for the first discourtesy, then 6 with a cane, then 6 with a cane with trouser and pants dropped. I watched with horror as Alan, one of my classmates had to drop his pants in front of us, the get together miscreants, bend over with his legs apart holding his mortise joint and suffer 6 stinging diagonal of the cane. I had thought that he would die of disgrace, and burst into tears. Not Alan, he smiled all through it and the amazing thing was his"willie"changed ! It grew before my very eyes ! Funny thing was so did mine, a new experience to me.
When I got home plate I stupidly told my dad what had happened, this earned me a second spanking, for being so pillock as to say anything. The impression of this was to cease me ever telling my parents anything that happened, in case I got smacked again. My parents are wonderful and loving people who struggled to lend us up in a rapidly changing universe. TV was very new, most masses did not have a telephone in the house, indeed many still had no fridge or wash out machine too ! Very few kinsperson in our Greenwich Village even had a car at that time. Kids made their own entertainment, those lucky enough to let a TV used to bid the neighbour in when something authoritative was on. I can commemorate not long after the punishment incident at school Alan and his sister were invited in to find out a new childrens computer programme on TV,"Amytal tool"My older brother sat succeeding to Susan, Alan's sister, while I sat on the floor with Alan. He kept trying to tickle me, especially in THAT berth, and of course I got hard again. Later, when"Childrens hr"was over Susan and my buddy went off somewhere and Alan and I went across the fields to the Ellen Price Wood. There was a tree house in the woods, and Alan led me there. Once inside he proceeded to choose down his shorts and dramatic play with his"willie ”, I was fascinated, apart from the one sentence in the master business office I had only ever seen one other boy, my pal !
The summertime came and went,"dirty biz"in the tree family became a everyday occurrence, though all we did was fumble each former, and politely kiss each others willie and bottom. Once his sister came along and wanted to play, but the sight, and smell, of the hairy fat thing between her legs put me right off. She was 12 and had entered puberty with full personal hygienics problems .. yurgh !
Sept arrived, and with it a new schooling yr, one that was to change my life for ever. Alan stole some cigarettes from the local paper shop, and we decided to smoke them behind the bike sheds at school. Bad move as the school caretaker ( janitor ) caught us and threatened to take aim us straight to the Headmaster. I cried and blubbed and begged him not to, promising that I would do anything to avoid that, so anything it was ! I found out almost 40 yr later, from Alan that it was all a set up, the caretaker had arranged it all with Alan but no one could take in known where it would lead !
Mr carter, the caretaker, took me, and a smile Alan, to the steam boiler way, a shivery place at the best of clip but when you had just been caught smoking it seemed like Hades itself ! Once inside his"function"an oversize computer memory elbow room with no Windows, and a door that was locked all the fourth dimension, he said he would accept to discipline that we had no more cigarettes, this involved what would now be termed a strip search, with trunk cavity search. Alan grinned and started to disrobe, but Mr carter stopped him,
"I'll do that"he said and he slowly started to absent Alan's apparel one by one, while making a big appearance of checking the pockets and groping him everywhere. Once he was done with Alan he started on me, I was shaking like a leaf, but my"willie"was enjoying it then my eye went to Alan who was still defenseless and was rubbing his"willie"up and down and obviously enjoying it !
Mr Howard Carter kept up the make-believe with a lecture about how bad smoke is, and how we needed to be punished. He asked if I wanted to be punished by him, or if I wanted to go to the headmaster for a full wicker on my bare bottom in front of the schoolhouse, for that, he predicted, would be the penalisation, plus the read/write head would surely recount my parents ! This tidings brought on new floods of tears from me, though Alan could barely hide his laughter ! I decided that aught that Mr Carter could do could possibly be worse than a public caning followed by a letter to my parents, so I agreed to his"punishment ”. I guess in a way I was right, Mr C. spanked me but the only thing I felt was his other bridge player massaging my rock hard willie. Alan and I had many more trips to Mr Carter office, though it never went further than us being naked and him stroking us and having us stroke each former ! Sadly we never once got to see him naked, or do anything more adventurous. All in all it was a very tame introduction to something that later took over my life, but that's for the next installment !