Trained With Pain

by Mark Andrews

  “This morning gentlemen, I have the unpleasant duty of introducing to you School Inspector Donovan who is here to discipline one of our boys.

  “I have to say to you that this is the first time, in the six years of my tenure as headmaster here that this has occurred and I am both saddened and angered that it has happened at all. Mr Donovan, I hand over the assembly to you …”

  Paul Donovan rose in his place and moved over to the microphone. “Thank you Headmaster. I may say that I too am saddened that I have been forced to come to this fine old school for the purpose you have outlined. In fact I have checked our records. Never before, in the history of the inspectorate, has any of our inspectors had to come here so it is an historic occasion.”

  He paused now for dramatic effect but during the pregnant pause, not a sound could be heard. A sea of expectant faces all stared up at him … Then, “Craig Sedgman. Come forward!”

  Craig gulped, rose in his seat and moved up to the stage, standing looking down at the hundreds of faces, all staring up at him.

  “This boy, alone among you has consistently failed to achieve to his potential. As you know, he has already been punished once, at home and you have seen the evidence of that punishment. Now, he is to be punished again, in front of you all …”

  He paused once again for the same dramatic effect but then went on, slowly and deliberately. “Craig Sedgman, you will now remove your clothing — here and now, in front of your peers, the staff and your father …”

  Craig was no coward. Indeed, in every respect but this one peccadillo that he didn’t yet even recognise, he and his sister were perfect students at their schools. He gulped again and then keeping his eyes on the great lights above the centre of the hall, removed his uniform blazer, his tie and then his shirt and singlet, folding each item neatly and placing it on a convenient chair. That was the easy part. He wasn’t a proud boy but he knew his torso was athletic and he didn’t mind in the least showing it off to his peers or even his betters.

  But then he had to take off his shoes and then undo his trousers and slip them off his slender hips, fold them and place them on the growing pile of clothing beside him. His socks were next and that left only his underpants. He favoured the bikini-type briefs and he hesitated, his face turning a deep red as he contemplated standing up stark naked before all those school friends and lower class boys before him.

  But he knew it had to be done and he slipped them down, folded them and placed them on the top of the little pile, to now stand up, quite naked before all.

  Paul let him wallow in his shame for a long minute before he moved but he had noted a tiny anomaly… something that shouldn’t have been there. No-one else noticed it, not even the boy’s father, for it was too small but Paul Donovan had been trained to notice little things like this and had that first spark of understanding of what was wrong with this boy — and probably his sister as well for they were like twins and often, in such cases, their minds were so finely attuned that what went for one, more often than not went for the other as well.

  What he had noticed was that the boy’s penis was slightly — very slightly erect. It was twitching with the first signs of an incipient erection. It meant the boy was turned on by the events — even though he was also highly ashamed. Was the boy a masochist? If so, it would explain a great deal.

  But right now, he was going to be punished.

  “All right, boy, you know the drill now … Assume the pose!”

  Craig moved to centre stage, spread his legs apart and doubled his arms up so his hands were clasped behind his head and his elbows pulled right back as far as he could get them. In this position, his whole body was on perfect display — an utterly shameful display and everyone in the room, staff and student alike, stared at this paragon of male beauty in utter awe.

  Of course many of them had seen him naked before; in the changing room under the stand of the sports ground for example, but none had seen him so blatantly exposed as he was now. What a magnificent body, many of them thought, each wishing he possessed such a perfect physique. Just look at that cock and those fine balls. Yes, they had seen them before but then he had had his pubic hair and that tended to hide the genitals a little. Now they were so openly exposed, well!

  Paul Donovan knew down to the second just how long to string this part of the event out. He had had much practice at it, after all. Now he moved over to a side table on the stage and fetched his cane that he had already pre-assembled. He held it between both hands and advanced on the now trembling boy.

  “Last time you received ten strokes, boy. This time it will be fifteen. The same rule applies. Maintain the pose, or we begin again…”

  He took up position and raised the cane, admiring the boyish curve of the smooth, creamy, pristine flesh of his buttocks. But then, down it came, making a whooshing sound as it travelled through the air, to land with a neat ‘crump’ on that smooth, boyish butt.

  Craig’s middle regions moved forward a little, sending his genitals flying outwards towards his audience, his buttocks flexed tightly together and his belly muscles writhed — as did his biceps and thigh muscles; but he didn’t utter a sound otherwise and his hands didn’t move from their position behind his head.

  Of course it had hurt like hell. Paul Donovan might have looked slight but he was strong and he had been trained to make every stroke of the cane hurt a great deal — that was the purpose, after all.

  And then, one after the other, spaced about half a minute apart to allow the pain to sink in before the next stroke, the other fourteen strokes were administered. To his credit, the boy didn’t make a sound right through the punishment, a very laudable performance for an eighteen year old, Paul thought.

  At every other stroke, the inspector made Craig turn himself around so that the audience down in the hall could see first his reactions to the cane biting into his buttocks — and then, on the alternate stroke, how badly he was being abused.

  Of course he enjoyed himself. Not that he allowed even a flicker of that emotion to show on his face. He was a public officer, charged with the discipline of young citizens within his bailiwick. It wouldn’t do for even a hint of his delight in his work to become known outside the inspectorate … Within it, well, that was another thing …

  When the last stroke had been delivered, with the same full-blooded force of the first, and Craig’s buttocks were a right mess, the inspector informed him he could now stand up normally while he returned the cane to the table — and retrieved the pouch.

  Craig watched him covertly. His buttocks were raging at him but he was a stout young man and he kept the awful pain at bay, not allowing his face to show even a hint of it. It was a struggle but he managed it. Now he watched as the inspector returned holding the while pouch in his hand.

  It looked like the one he had worn last time but it wasn’t. This one was designed to make his life just that little bit more difficult.

  Built into its shape was a solar battery: a collector and battery rolled into one. Also layered into its material was a tiny electronic device that converted the electricity into special frequencies and voltages that would have him sweating as he tried to contain an erection that threatened to engulf him all the while he wore the pouch. The two little clips that went around the root of his penis and behind his testicles were not only restraining devices to hold the pouch in place; this time, they were also electrodes that delivered the little tingles to the appropriate places.

  He slipped it on and immediately felt the effects. It wasn’t painful; quite the contrary in fact. It was delicious as it instantly began to affect his libido, or rather, the nerves that inflamed it. Of course, as Donovan had begun to cane him, his masochistic excitement had quickly evaporated. It wasn’t yet that developed that such a horrible beating wouldn’t quickly destroy the excitement. Now, however, and even through the appalling pain raging in his
buttocks, it began to tell and he could feel his cock thickening.

  Mr. Donovan saw it too. “You have to control it, boy,” he said softly. “It’s another part of your punishment.” Then in a normal voice, so everyone in the room could hear him, “And you will wear this for the next week, boy. Nothing else — under pain of another punishment like the one you have just received …”

  Craig was then dispatched down to rejoin his fellows while Bill Sedgman went to take tea with the headmaster in his study.

  The head was sympathetic and later, when the inspector joined them and had voiced his suspicions about the boy, even more so. “You mean he actually likes the pain?” asked the boy’s father incredulously.

  “No. Not yet. I doubt he is even aware of it. Subconsciously, he likes the idea of the pain. The actuality of it was just as bad as the first time, at least at the moment. Later he may actually come to crave the pain itself. I suspect though, that they will both improve after today and then slide backwards again. I also suspect they will work hard enough to pass their exams, but certainly not at full potential. I think I am going to have to take them into custody in a few months and give them the full treatment in the inspectorate. I’m sorry, Mr Sedgman, but there it is …”

  Bill Sedgman still looked mystified. The implication that his children were goofing up because they wanted to be punished so painfully and so shamefully was beyond his conception, even if it was still only in the twins’ subconscious at this time.

  Craig’s school mates were very subdued as he joined them at classes. Not that he could sit down at his desk. His buttocks, now treated but still naked to their view were so badly marked: bruised, welted and bloody in parts, that they couldn’t believe he had taken it without even a whimper. They admired him for this but thought he was mad for misbehaving so uncharacteristically. None mentioned it, though. It was tacitly agreed between all the boys that neither the punishment nor his near-nakedness amongst them ever be spoken of.

  And so Craig now faced a week of almost total nudity — at school, at home and in public as he moved from place to place. All would be able to see his buttocks and know that he had been punished for his crimes. With the rest of his body on view also, he also had the shame of that exposure. A most salutary punishment and one that invariably achieved its aim.

  But while he was settling down to begin his week of purgatory, Wendy was now facing her own ordeal. Paul Donovan arrived at St Augustine’s at twelve and had lunch with the headmistress and her staff. None of them were comfortable in the inspector’s presence but the amenities had to be observed …

  After lunch, they assembled in the exclusive girls’ school hall and looked down on the girls ranged by their forms in rows on either side of the central aisle. Just as Craig had been in the front row at TSS, so now was Wendy here.

  The headmistress went through a similar spiel as had Dr Blount that morning and then handed over to the so feared inspector.

  This time, he went on in a little more detail about how lucky these girls all were to have the privilege of attending such a fine school; how so seldom did he ever have to come here; how sad he was to finally have to attend … and then he called on Wendy to come up to the stage.

  Now it was her turn to have to strip naked before her peers, the staff and her mother, who had also lunched with the staff. There was no suggestion that either Bill or Margaret had any culpability in the twins’ fall from grace. If there had been they would have faced disciplinary action themselves; as it was, those concerned were sympathetic towards them.

  “Very well, girl. You will now remove your clothing …”

  With Craig’s so public denuding of his body, it had been shameful; for Wendy it was doubly so. A girl is normally more modest about her body than a boy. She is very sensitive about her newly formed breasts, her pubic hair and the new developed mound down between her legs. But Wendy had one glaring difference. She had the new breasts and the mound all right —but her pubic hair was now gone.

  She had spent a long time examining her recently bared nether regions in the mirror and she had felt a wash of shame that they were now so openly displayed, the gash between her lower lips now so obvious! That wash of shame had been electric.

  She hadn’t realised it, but there was an element of deliciousness in it. A delicious thrill that was still in her subconscious and hadn’t surfaced into her sentient mind yet. She thought it was all part of the horror, but it was there, just as it had been with her brother—in his case, evidenced by the gleam in his eye that Paul Donovan had recognised …

  Just as he had that morning, he spoke calmly and deliberately. “You will now remove your clothing, Sedgman …”

  There. The fateful words had been uttered. She now had to strip naked before the hundreds of girls down there in the hall. She blushed a bright red but, knowing there was no hope for it, and avoiding her mother’s eye completely, she unbuttoned the school uniform skirt, removed and folded it and then put it down on the chair beside her. Her long, smooth, highly athletic thighs were now on full view to her fellow students and her blush deepened. But she had now resolved to get this horrible event over and done with and she didn’t hesitate, unbuttoning her blouse, removing it and folding it just as neatly as she had her skirt and then placing it over the first garment.

  She raised her left leg and then her right, removing the shoes and socks from both and then, with a last, audible sigh of horror, stripped her singlet up and off her upper body, revealing a physique equally as splendid as her brother’s. A very different shape of course, but one that was utterly lovely — and yet incredibly athletic as well.

  She too favoured bikini style briefs and in total shame, misery and mortification, and staring only at the floor between her feet (and nowhere else), hooked her thumbs into the elastic and, with her face now a bright red, pushed the panties down off her hips, down over her thighs and legs and then stepped out of them.

  All this, Paul had watched with a face as impassive as it always was; but inside, his emotions were raging. What sheer loveliness! he thought. He doubted a girl could be built better. The tall slender physique with its small waist, smallish but beautifully formed breasts, a slender neck and so innocent-looking face. Perfect complexion; skin as smooth as peaches and cream …

  But also the physique of an athlete! Her muscles were quite perfect. Clean, clear but not too pronounced; certainly not too big. Strong thighs but still very feminine with nicely rounded calves. A flat belly with just a hint of her abdominal muscles showing as she moved. Nicely formed shoulders and arm muscles … Oh yes, this girl was a paragon of beauty in every respect.

  His face was impassive but he wanted her. Oh how much he wanted her. But his cock didn’t even quiver. He knew he was turned on by her but all the inspectors were trained to keep such emotions under total control. And he was ruthless with himself.

  Now, as he had with Craig, he let her wallow in her shame for a few moments. And as with the boys at TSS, the girls down there in the seats below them all stared up at their naked colleague in awe. Nobody had ever been punished here before. Nobody had ever been forced to strip herself stark naked up there on the stage like this; and certainly no one as beautiful and as athletic as Wendy Sedgman.

  Some of the older girls had a strange feeling down there between their legs as they stared up at the naked Wendy. Few, if any of them, recognised it for what it was but it was there and they felt a faint embarrassment at it—especially as Wendy was so popular. How could a person delight in another’s shame and humiliation, was the unspoken — and largely unrecognised thought.

  But then the inspector spoke again. “This girl has already been punished once. She has an extremely high potential, perhaps among the highest at this school but she has now chosen, twice in fact, to fail to work to that potential. On the last occasion, she received ten strokes of the cane to her buttocks but then it was in t
he privacy of her parents’ home. This time, there will be fifteen strokes each delivered as hard as I am able, and now in front of you all.

  “There are two reasons for this. The first and most obvious one is to increase her shame. Being punished at home in front of her parents was bad; this will be much worse. But it is also to impress upon you, her school friends, the danger of slacking …

  “Now it is time to begin …”

  He strode over to the little table holding his cane and returned holding it between his two hands.

  “You will face your fellows, Sedgman, and assume the proper pose …”

  She did, her eyes now fixed on the cornice of the far wall. Paul raised the cane and lashed it down, as hard as his muscles permitted, right over the crown of her shapely bottom. Her middle arched forward a little but she had determined that this time, she wasn’t going to utter a sound and while she bit hard into her tongue, she didn’t even whimper.

  “And now turn around, girl. Show your peers the mark …”

  Her blush deepened but she obeyed and after giving them a good look at the white stripe that was already turning pink and would then turn red and finally assume a greenish-purple hue, the inspector raised his cane again and lashed it down once more, this time so that her fellows saw the stroke actually delivered and so they could watch as it formed into another welt about an inch above the first.

  Again he let the audience stare at the pair of nasty welts on her bottom for a few minutes then ordered her to turn around and face them once more.

  Paul Donovan was a master of the dramatic. All the inspectors were good at staging these events to maximum effect but Paul could play his audience almost like puppets on a string. He could judge their mood and knew exactly how long to pause and when to resume the drama. He did this now, walking to once side and looking at her thoughtfully as she stood there, her hands clasped up behind her head, raising her lovely breasts even higher and displaying her so naked body so perfectly.