Date: Thu, 7 Jun 2012 00:13:57 +1030
From: Philip Whitney <pmwhit2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sexual Awakening 3: The Floggings Begin

My guilt got worse before it started to disappear. In the mean time Jamie
had virtually given up on me and I think he had found a new lover.
He had tried to squeeze my dick each time we stood up from meals, but I
always stood back and put my hands there. He also came to my cubicle a
couple of times during the week following the retreat. Each time I told
him to leave me alone, so leave me alone he did. As the days became weeks
our friends wondered what had happened. We had been so close, always seen
around the grounds with arms around each others shoulders, so now they
couldn't understand why now we hardly spoke to each other. Ironically I
was starting to feel guilty about the way it had happened. Each night in
bed I thought about him and my dick got rock hard, but I could still not
touch myself, let alone wank it. However, the wet dreams had now
resurfaced and it was always Jamie in those dreams.

For some reason I had become quite popular with my classmates and two in
particular hung off my every word. I did not mind their attention as I
was not attracted to either of them. I would not say they were ugly, but
awesome looking they were not. This meant I did not have to fight my
sexual thoughts, so I was happy that they had befriended me. After class
one day we headed to the johns, the school name for the toilets. I was
desperate for a piss (yes another new word for me, much better than wee)
and the three of us followed a line of boys to relieve ourselves. I was
busy talking and ignored the rule of "No Talking in the Johns or
Dormitories". Tommy one of my new mates went through the door and held it
open. I was too busy talking to notice his facial expression and eye
movement until it was too late. I held the door for Josh, my other
friend. As I let it go to close, I was still chattering away when my eyes
focused on The Prefect hiding behind it. At least he allowed me to take a
piss before I had to go to his room for my punishment.

The Prefect was not an older boy like you have at normal schools. He was
one of the teacher priests and was in charge of the discipline in the
junior part of the school. There was also a Prefect of Studies, and
another one in charge of Student Welfare. I waited outside his room
contemplating what my punishment would be. I had heard talk of
'Floggings', but had never been punished before, so was unsure what to
expect. I was getting nervous as I waited for Father Riley and the scowl
on his face as he approached me did nothing to relieve that nervousness.
He lectured me for some time about following rules and that he was going
to keep a closer look at my behavior. Then he picked up a cane about 1.2
meters long and as thick as my little finger. I held out my hand to
receive the punishment, but he told me to turn around and bend over his
bed, which was in the corner of his room. This had the effect of
stretching my thin khaki shorts tight across my bum. He used his foot to
spread my legs open a little, which stretched my shorts even more. I
heard a swishing noise and looked under my arm to see him standing near
his desk about three meters away loosening up his arm. I expected him to
walk over to me and start the punishment. Instead I heard his feet skip
across the floor and a loud whoosh as his weapon cut through the air and
cracked across my waiting bum cheeks. I bit my lip trying to stifle a
scream, as the searing pain ripped across my flesh, sending blood rushing
into my shriveled member. Tears welled up in my eyes as the second and
third struck home. Each time he delivered his blow, he expelled a loud
grunt and then walked back to his desk. My bum was burning and my dick
was throbbing against the tightness of my shorts. So this is a 'Flogging'
I momentarily thought, before the next missile reached its target. By the
time the seventh hit home, my bum was hot and numb, but by the tenth he
must have been getting tired as he slipped one lower and hit across the
top of my legs and just clipped the back of my balls, sending a searing
pain throughout my body. Blood trickled down my chin, as my teeth
breached the defenses of my lower lip.

Father Riley was gasping for breath as he told me to stand up and turn
around. I found it hard to straighten up, so as I turned I easily noticed
the prominent bulge in his black priestly garb. I had never hated anyone
in my life, but as God is my witness I hated him at that moment. He gave
me a tissue to wipe my tears and the blood from my lip and reminded me to
remember the rules, as he would be watching me very closely. There was no
longer any pain, just a searing heat surrounding all of my rear end. I
wanted to be alone and hurried as best I could to the dormitory,
collapsing onto my bed and burying my face into my pillow. My sobs were
stifled, but my whole body shook with each sob. I wanted to go home. I
wanted someone to cuddle me. Why was Jamie not talking to me?

I needed to see the damage and searched in my drawer for a small mirror
that I used to check my face for zits. I stood and removed my shorts, but
as I tried to lower my underwear, my bum started to sting. The back of my
underwear was stuck to my skin. I eased it off slowly and saw that it was
streaked in uneven red lines and the front was wet with cum. I didn't
recall the orgasm and I never wanted to repeat it. I lay on my bed and
lifted my legs, trying to get the right angle with the mirror. I easily
counted ten large welts and five showed signs of blood.

I missed lunch and was late getting to class. There was a buzz as I
entered and Tommy mouthed: 'How many?' I held up both my hands as I
gingerly lowered myself into a seat next to him. Word got around quickly
and I sort of became a hero, as no one had ever got more than six before.
Later after tea, when we were in study hall my name was called out to see
Monsignor Conroy. He was like the Principal of the lower school. I knew I
was in trouble as he locked the door after I had entered. He told me that
my Latin teacher had said i wasn't doing very well and needed an
incentive to improve. He then got out his cane, which was only about half
a meter long, but very thin like a knitting needle. He told me to drop my
shorts and underwear and lie across his knee. I told him I had already
been flogged today and asked if he could punish me some other time. He
lowered my shorts and underwear, took off his cassock, sat down and put
me across his knee. Lifting my shirt he counted the weals across my bum
and stroked my cheeks gently. He then leaned over, opened a drawer and
took out some cream. By now my dick was hard and poking between his
thighs. I could feel a large lump pressing into me as he very gently
rubbed the cream into my aching rump. This went on for quite some time
and he had to renew the cream on his hands several times. I suddenly
realized that the head of my dick was rubbing up and down the material of
Monsignor's trousers, caused by him lifting his hips up and down slowly.
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but knew I was close to orgasm.
I could hear his breathing getting heavy and he suddenly
started gyrating faster. I had reached the point of no return, when the
Monsignor lifted his hips right off his chair, gave  out a guttural moan
and stopped rubbing my bum cheeks. My own orgasm was quite intense as he
started to relax back into the chair. After a while he told me to stand
and pull up my clothes. He remained seated and as I bent to retrieve my
clothes I saw my cum slowly dripping  down the leg of his black pants. He
said we would have another chat in about two weeks to see if my work had
improved.

The following morning at breakfast Jamie arrived a bit late and as he sat
down he asked how I was and that he was sorry that I had been punished so
badly. He said he really missed being friends with me and hoped we could
get it sorted. As it was Saturday we had free time in the afternoon and
Jamie said a few of them were going for a walk through the fields and did
I want to join them. I asked if Tommy and Josh could come as well and he
nodded his agreement.

We had great fun on the walk. Mostly just messing around throwing rocks,
telling jokes, jumping on people's backs and stuff. We stopped for a
break and all lay down on the grass. Tommy had a large bottle of Coke and
Bazza, one of Jamie's friends had a few packets of chips that we all
shared. Jamie brought out a pack of Winfield smokes. I had smoked before
at home with my cousins and even though I didn't inhale it felt good to
try it again. Everyone had a go and as I handed the pack back to Jamie he
told me to keep it as he had a few back at the school. I guess he just
wanted me to have something of his. We started heading back and the fun
started again, tripping people up, chasing around and generally just
being stupid. It felt good to be out in the fresh air. A few of the group
had chased on ahead and I was just ambling along when I was forcibly
tripped over. I twisted around as I fell and landed on my back, just
seconds before Jamie landed on top of me. He straddled my body and held
my arms out to the side, then leaned forward and gently kissed me on the
lips. As he let go of my arms I wrapped them around him and we just lay
there holding each other. My dick was beginning to chub up and I could
feel that Jamie was also  hard, but before anything could happen we heard
our names being called and we reluctantly got up and chased after the
others.

Getting changed for dinner I sat and wondered what to do with the fags.
Smoking was just not allowed and even the few priests that smoked had to
hide in corners. I had a wooden box that I kept my letters from home and
a few interesting bits and bobs, so I decided to hide the Winfields under
the letters. I had forgotten all about them until around two weeks later
when I was getting changed I noticed the lid of my box was off. I went
over to it and couldn't find the cigs. Someone had taken them. I thought
it was strange as stealing wasn't an issue at the school, but continued
getting changed and headed to dinner. Talking wasn't allowed at dinner or
afterwards, so I couldn't tell anyone about it. However, as we lined up
to leave the refectory Father Riley tapped me on the shoulder and told me
to report to his room. My heart skipped a beat and all my friends looked
at me with deep concern on their faces.

I sat outside his room for nearly an hour before he arrived. All the
staff went to the Common Room after dinner. I presumed  it was for tea
and coffee, but several guys had said they had seen decanters of port
being taken in there. Father Riley flung open his door and ushered me in.
My packet of Winfield was sitting on his desk. I stood with my head
bowed, as I was informed that he had noticed I  smelt of cigarette smoke
last time I had outdoor leave and so he had searched my belongings. I
could not deny the evidence and said they were mine. When he said that he
would be lenient on me if I  told him who else was involved I just stood
silently. I certainly could not dob in any of my friends. So I remained
silent. This must have really annoyed him, because he became quite
aggressive.
I expected the same as before, but it didn't stop at ten. After ten you
don't really feel anything, but thankfully the fifteenth one didn't hit
my balls.

I was still sobbing when Jamie came into my cubicle two hours later. I
was naked as I had just stepped out of my clothes and slipped into bed.
Jamie kissed my eyes and stroked my hair. Then as he slipped under my
covers I realized he was naked as well. He cuddled me until I stopped
sobbing. My dick was rock hard as it pressed against Jamie's. This time
there was no denial. I needed Jamie to make love to me. We lay wrapped in
each others arms, gently kissing and rubbing dicks together. As we kissed
Jamie slowly stroked my stinging bum as if he was stroking a pet cat. I
was being comforted and I liked it. In fact I purred like a kitten until
the stroking stopped and the humping began in earnest.

I awoke with the  noise of activity and realized Jamie must have left
during the night. My belly was still wet with cum, though some had dried
in my pubes. I wiped myself on the sheet, something for the laundry girls
to giggle about. As I moved to sit and get some clean clothes reality set
in. I felt the stinging from the flogging and wondered why Father Riley
was singling me out.