Is it me ?
component 1"Gentle source"
I find it hard to think back the take order of event all those years ago, everything I am going to state you happened, just maybe not in the exact Order that I tell it. I had a happy middle class childhood, being born into post war United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, rationing was just ending, work was plentiful, kids were on the whole well behaved and bailiwick at school was rattling !
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 Headmaster. Justice was swift, 6 fortuity of the slipper for the first offence. However I had to watch out as former boys received harsher punishments as they were no long inaugural offenders. The system of rules was 6 with a slipper ( trainer you might call it today ) for the first offence, then 6 with a cane, then 6 with a cane with pant and gasp dropped. I watched with horror as Alan, one of my class fellow had to drop his knickers in front of us, the gather reprobate, flexure over with his wooden leg apart holding his ankles and suffer 6 stinging strokes 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 ! good story matter was so did mine, a new experience to me.
When I got dwelling I stupidly told my dad what had happened, this earned me a minute spanking, for being so stupid as to say anything. The burden of this was to blockade me ever telling my parents anything that happened, in casing I got smacked again. My parents are wondrous and roll in the hay people who struggled to get us up in a rapidly changing globe. TV was very new, most hoi polloi did not give birth a telephone in the star sign, indeed many still had no fridge or washing automobile too ! Very few families in our settlement even had a car at that time. Kids made their own entertainment, those lucky enough to have a TV used to invite the neighbour in when something of import was on. I can commemorate not long after the punishment incident at schooling Alan and his baby were invited in to watch a new childrens program on TV,"amobarbital sodium dick"My honest-to-goodness brother sat adjacent to Susan, Alan's sister, while I sat on the floor with Alan. He kept trying to tickle me, especially in THAT place, and of course I got hard again. Later, when"Childrens hour"was over Susan and my crony went off somewhere and Alan and I went across the force field to the Ellen Price Wood. There was a tree house in the woods, and Alan led me there. Once inside he proceeded to engage down his shorts and caper with his"willie ”, I was fascinated, apart from the one fourth dimension in the master office I had only ever seen one other boy, my brother !
The summer came and went,"dirty biz"in the tree house became a daily occurrent, though all we did was bodge each early, and politely kiss each others willie and bottom. Once his sister came along and wanted to play, but the visual sense, and spirit, of the hirsute fat thing between her legs put me right off. She was 12 and had entered puberty with full personal hygiene problems .. yurgh !
September arrived, and with it a new school year, one that was to deepen my liveliness for ever. Alan stole some cigarettes from the local paper shop class, and we decided to smoke them behind the motorcycle sheds at school. Bad move as the schooltime caretaker ( janitor ) caught us and threatened to bring 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 years later, from Alan that it was all a set up, the caretaker had arranged it all with Alan but no one could give known where it would lead !
Mr Carter, the caretaker, took me, and a grinning Alan, to the steam boiler room, a shuddery place at the best of multiplication but when you had just been caught smoking it seemed like underworld itself ! Once inside his"office"an oversized store room with no windows, and a door that was locked all the time, he said he would have to check that we had no more fag, this involved what would now be termed a airstrip hunt, with body cavity search. Alan grinned and started to strip, but Mr Carter stopped him,
"I'll do that"he said and he slowly started to remove Alan's clothes one by one, while making a big show of checking the pouch and groping him everywhere. Once he was done with Alan he started on me, I was shaking like a leaf, but my"willie"was enjoying it then my eye went to Alan who was still naked and was rubbing his"willie"up and down and obviously enjoying it !
Mr Carter kept up the pretending with a public lecture about how bad smoking is, and how we needed to be punished. He asked if I wanted to be punished by him, or if I wanted to go to the Headmaster for a full wicker on my bare bottom in front of the school, for that, he predicted, would be the penalization, plus the Head would surely tell my parents ! This news brought on new floods of split from me, though Alan could barely blot out his laughter ! I decided that nothing that Mr Carter could do could possibly be worse than a world caning followed by a varsity letter to my parents, so I agreed to his"penalization ”. I guess in a way I was right, Mr C. spanked me but the only thing I felt was his other hand massaging my rock 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 early ! Sadly we never once got to see him naked, or do anything more adventurous. All in all it was a very domesticise introduction to something that later took over my life, but that's for the next instalment !