Date: Fri, 01 Sep 2006 12:33:24 +0000
From: Robert Arnold <doctor_nobody@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Bored Boarder (Part 7)

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The following is a complete work of fiction, borne out of my over
imaginative mind.

The story revolves around young boys and covers all aspects of sex
between them.

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THE BORED BOARDER

by

doctor_nobody@hotmail.co.uk





THE BORED BOARDER (part 7)



Harris had been so engrossed in carefully administering the jelly that he
had not heard the door open and was frightened out of his life when
suddenly a voice boomed out "And what, pray tell me, is going on here
then?"

A startled Harris spun round to see who it was and was greeted with the
sight of Mr Baxter, the geography teacher.



"It's not what you think sir" Harris said as Jevons hurriedly pulled
up his pants and did up his trousers as much frightened as Harris was at
being discovered this way.

"Nice try Harris" Mr Baxter said. "Unfortunately your reputation
precedes you and I was wondering when the day would come when I
discovered you up to your sordid little ways and with one so young as
well!" Mr Baxter added.

"It's not what you think sir" Jevons said trying to explain things but
Mr Baxter was having none of it.

"Shame on you Jevons for trying to stick up for Harris here when he was
about to do some despicable thing to you." Mr Baxter boomed out. "As
you are the innocent party here I will not be dealing with you, Jevons,
so you are free to go but Harris here has to go and wait outside the
geography room for me to finish my rounds and then I will deal with
him." With that Mr Baxter turned and left the toilets deaf to the pleas
from both boys that it was not as it looked.

"S-s-s-sorry about getting you into trouble" Jevons said on the verge
of starting crying again.

Seeing the young boys discomfort at the ordeal Harris put a arm around
the boys shoulders. "Don't worry, it's not your fault." Harris said
and this seemed to pacify Jevons sniffing back his tears. "How is your
bottom now?" Harris asked.

"It's a lot better now, thanks." Jevons responded realising that he
had not felt any pain there since Mr Baxter had discovered them. "You
had better take this" Harris said to Jevons as he handed him the tube of
KY. "You will have to find a way to administer it to yourself but it
will help if the pain returns." Harris added.

"Now you had better scoot in case Mr Baxter is outside, we don't want
any more trouble than we are in, do we? And if that buffoon Butler tries
anything with you again just knee him in the bollocks, that will stop him
dead." Harris added trying to cheer Jevons up. It seemed to have done
the trick because Jevons tried a weak smile of thanks at Harris and with
a "See you later" Jevons left the toilets.

Mr Baxter was not waiting outside when Jevons left nor was he in sight as
Harris also left the toilets a few moments later. It was with heavy heart
that Harris made his way to the geography room and awaited his fate.
Harris was only too well aware as to how Mr Baxter was a great advocate
of the cane. As he slowly dawdled down the passages towards his
appointment with fate Harris thought to himself that he would rather be
fucked than caned but unfortunately that was not an option open to him.

Harris reached the geography room and it was locked so he knew that Mr
Baxter had not yet finished his rounds so he stood there waiting for the
teacher to arrive. Harris had never been this way unless he was going to
lessons here and it was kind of eerie standing there with nobody else
about.

It seemed like an eternity that Harris had been standing there but
actually it was only a few minutes as he kept looking at his watch. He
hoped Mr Baxter would not keep him too long as it was getting near
teatime and if he was not one of the first few boys in the dining hall
there would not be a great deal of selection left for him to choose from.

Suddenly Harris could hear approaching footfalls. From the sound of them
he judged them to be Mr Baxter's. After all, who else would be in this
area out of lesson time? Sure enough as the footfalls got closer Harris
spotted Mr Baxter heading towards the geography room.

Mr Baxter did not utter a word as he pulled out the great bunch of keys
that every teacher in the school seemed to have to cart about with them
and opened the door to the geography room. Once Mr Baxter had the door
open he stood to one side and motioned for Harris to go in, which the boy
obediently did.

Harris went and stood in front of the teachers desk while Mr Baxter
crossed over to the cupboard where he kept his vast array of canes. Some
of the implements of torture housed therein were even older than Mr
Baxter who had inherited them from previous teachers who had occupied
this room before him. The majority of them were greatly distorted from
frequent usage and Mr Baxter took his time as he deliberated over which
one to opt for. Finally selecting one he swished it a few times to make
sure it usable. The noise of the cane swishing through the air caused
goose bumps to form all over Harris.

"You know the drill boy" Mr Baxter said and without needing any further
instruction Harris went over to the corner of the room where the
punishment stool was. The stool was just as old as the majority of the
canes that were used to administer punishments on it and the place where
the boys leant over and gripped the legs were well patinated with the
many years of usage. Harris pulled out the stool and bent over it in
preparation of what was about to happen to him.

"Drop your trousers and pants boy" Mr Baxter instructed Harris.
"Gawd" Harris thought, "the sadistic old bastard is really going to
make me pay for this." It was only on special occasions that the boys
got caned bare arsed. This was normally done to humiliate the recipient
as he had to stand there, normally in front of his class, with his naked
buttocks exposed ready for his beating. And also it fucking hurt more to
be caned without the pleasure of having a few layers of clothing between
you and the cane to cushion the blows.

As Harris repositioned himself on the stool after dropping his trousers
and pants as requested he heard Mr Baxter swishing the cane again, this
time more energetically. The sound of the cane seemed even more menacing
as there was nobody else in the room besides the two of them. There was
normally the normal hum of whispers as the others boys who were normally
witnessing such a spectacle talked amongst themselves.

"So you like to bugger little boys do you then Harris?" Mr Baxter said
as he walked up behind the boy bent over the stool. "I'm sure Mr & Mrs
Jevons will be highly delighted to discover that I foiled your seedy
little plan. I had heard the rumours that you were somewhat of a
cocksucker and like the occasional dick in you but I never suspected you
of lowering yourself to these depths." Mr Baxter added.

Harris knew that it was hopeless to try and explain what really happened,
Mr Baxter would certainly not believe him. And it might even anger him
more if Harris spoke back to him. Harris just wanted to get the whole
episode over and done with and he gripped the legs of the stool as hard
as he could steeling himself for the inevitable.

"So I am going to have to teach you a lesson you wont forget in a hurry
to show you the error of your ways." Mr Baxter informed Harris. Harris
heard the cane swishing again and waited to feel the thin wooden rod bite
into his exposed buttocks.

Instead of feeling the cane across his arse Harris felt something
penetrating his anus and he realised that Mr Baxter was about to root
him.

"See what you think about having a real cock inside you." Mr Baxter
sneered at Harris as he began to force his way in and out of the
Harris's anus. Although it was a surprise to feel the cock of the
teacher inside him, Harris realised that he was no bigger downstairs than
Blake, if anything a little smaller, so his anal canal could easily
accommodate the intruder.



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