Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2002 20:02:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg Schroeder <unclegreg_1999@yahoo.com>
Subject: ST: 'Another Browning Version' by Greggie (Gay Authoritarian,
     M/b spank, anal)

(Fiction. Usual disclaimers apply).

Percy Briggs slipped the black academic gown over
his three-piece suit. The new teacher, fresh from
university, checked his tie's Duke of Windsor
knot in the cloakroom mirror and then joined the
other teachers. The men were waiting to climb the
steps onto the stage of the school auditorium for
the first assembly of the year. It was 1947. The
country was still experiencing food shortages
after the devastating European war which had
claimed the lives of so many young men from the
small Dominion.

"Percy?"

The new teacher turned at the sound of his name
and saw Ted Perrin smiling at him.

"I put a few canes in your cupboard". Perrin
taught Science but he was also responsible for
the corporal punishment implements.

"Mr Yee sold me some lovely whippy rattan. You'll
find it will do the trick". He grinned at Percy.

The new teacher just had time to mumble his
thanks when the headmaster swept up the steps and
the queue of men ascended into the auditorium.
Percy looked down at the rows of boys. The music
teacher played a chord on the pipe organ and the
hall was filled with the sound of 600 boys
singing "Fight the Good Fight".

The headmaster introduced the new teachers. Then
there was a bible reading from a serious looking
youth named Barclay who was the head prefect. The
concluding hymn was in remembrance of the fallen:
"For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest".
Then teachers and boys dispersed to their various
classrooms.

Highgrove School for Boys catered for lads from
the town. There was also a small boarding
establishment for those country boys who were
unable to commute to the school by bus. Percy's
classroom was in the 'new' block, built half a
century before. Form 4 B trooped in and surveyed
their new English teacher. Percy was a gifted
teacher and kept the boys' attention for the
forty minute period.

In those days teachers maintained control with
strict, authoritarian methods. Boys sat up
straight at their desks, arms folded. They spoke
only when they were spoken to by the teacher.
Misbehave and the boy was either given detention
or beaten. It was an age-old method which placed
the emphasis on learning.

The hours flew by until Percy had his last class
of the day. Form 4 G were mostly farm boys or
under achievers. These lads were not keen to
learn. Most would leave on their 15th birthday
and go to work on their father's farm. 4 G could
read, write and add-up. Now they were simply
marking time.

Percy tried his best. He ignored the boys'
attempts to un-nerve him until late in the period
when an obscene, thunderous fart sounded from the
back of the room. Boys roared with laughter and
rushed to open windows. When they had settled
back down at their desks again the teacher told
the culprit to stand up. There was a shuffling of
feet until a fresh-faced boy with red hair and
freckles got to his feet.

"Stay after class".

A few minutes later the bell rang and 4 G noisily
trooped out with the exception of the red-headed
tyke whose name was Lawson.

"Why did you make that disgusting noise, boy?"

Lawson shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno, Sir".

"Have you got an upset stomach?"

"No, Sir".

"Do you have an abnormably large sphincter? A
loose fundament?"

"F-fundament?" Lawson looked puzzled.

"Obviously not".

Lawson scratched his bottom, anticipating a
caning. The teacher sat at his desk and wrote out
a chit. He gave it to the boy who looked at it.

"Detention?"

"Yes, Detention. Off you go".

"Oh, Sir!"

Disappointed at being deprived of his liberty,
Lawson trudged off towards the Detention room.

Percy noticed a new boy called Walker waiting in
the corridor. The teacher had forgotten he'd told
the lad who had misbehaved in class eariler, that
he wanted to see him after school.

"Come in, Walker", the teacher said, shutting the
door behind the 12 year old, pre-pubescent boy.
He walked over to the cupboard and selected a
junior cane.

"Bend over that desk".

No one had told young Walker to keep his shorts
up for a school caning. At home he got hidings on
the bare bottom and, innocent that he was,
thought the same would apply at school. So, he
dropped his shorts and underpants before bending
over the desk.

The sight of that little pink bum was too much
for Percy. He'd had a hard-on all day as a result
of being surrounded by beautiful, unattainable
boys. Feverishly he unbuttoned his flies and his
big member flopped out. He positioned the bulbous
head on Walker's puckered hole and gave an
almighty shove. His shaft disappeared up young
Walker's fundament. The boy had been expecting a
rod across his bottom, not one going inside it.
He squealed as the teacher's bloated flesh-pole
swelled inside his narrow chute.

Percy felt the muscles in the boy's hot,
incredibly tight tunnel spasm around his shaft,
drawing him even further inside. The knob
massaged Walker's love-nut which meant the boy
experienced pleasure as well as pain, from his
sorely-stretched sphincter.

The teacher lost all control and pumped into the
squirming body under him. Long, hard strokes
until he ejacqulated, spraying high into Walker's
rectum. Then he pulled out abruptly and used his
handkerchief to clean both Walker and himself.

"You'd better get dressed" he told the boy.

Walker stood up and turned around to face the
teacher. He made no attempt to cover his little
hairless willy. Now the teacher had drained his
balls, sanity returned and guilt overwhelmed him.
On his first day as a teacher he had yielded to
temptation. Ruin faced him. He was dimmly aware
the boy was speaking.

"Please Sir, are you going to whack me or not?"
Walker looked appealingly at Percy. "It's just
that I promised to show the other boys my
stripes".

The teacher could not believe his ears.

"But what about that thing I just did to you?"

"You mean the browning?" Walker shrugged his
shoulders. "My stepdad browns me every time Mum
gets her period". He grinned. "You're widdler is
much bigger than his. Squirts more too".

The teacher looked at the stains on his
handkerchief and thought the schoolboy slang
'browning' most appropriate. He wrapped the
soiled linen in paper and threw it in a waste
paper basket.

Percy told the boy to turn around and bend over
the desk. He inflicted three strokes of the cane
which made young Walker cry out loud. Then he
jumped up and furiosly rubbed the fiery weals.

"Thank you, Sir!"

"Mind you keep your shorts on in future".

"Can't wait to show off my stripes to the other
lads", chirped young Walker. "And if you ever
want to brown me again, I won't mind".

He smiled affectionately at the teacher and then
ran out of the room. Overwhelmed by the turn of
events Percy slumped down in his chair. Maybe he
WAS cut out for teaching, after all.