Beatings at British Boarding Schools (Naked Jonathan manips)

For almost as long as I can remember, I’ve fantasized about being an unfortunate schoolboy back in the Good Old Days, made to bend over by a strict headmaster for Six of the Best across the seat of my drum-tight shorts… which are of course then lowered for a further six strokes of The Cane on my bare bottom!

It’s been an obsession ever since I first learned there was a thing called The Cane that was used to beat naughty boys back in the Olden Days. And society seemed eager to feed my obsession – tales of older relatives being caned on the stage, gleeful accounts of unfortunates being given the belt (and the buckle end at that!), school history books packed full of references to corporal punishment, teachers showing off antique canes and even making a medieval birch to hang on the wall, the caning scenes in Roald Dahl’s Boy, the Horrible Histories series – all contributed to my fascination with having my bottom roasted and no doubt led to my current submissive sexual tendencies.

Clearly school corporal punishment was the foundation for my fantasies, and as I grew older I regularly masturbated in my school uniform while imagining being thrashed with a headmasterly cane or patriarchal belt. Eventually I developed a fantasy universe where young men continued to wear school uniforms and bend over for Six of the Best well into adulthood.

In my imagination, not only was corporal punishment never banned in schools, but eighteen and nineteen year olds were required to remain at school for two further years in the ‘Top Form’ and ‘Bottom Form’ – and the naming connection to Topping and Bottoming in gay sex was no coincidence!

Of course, even after the British government's short-sighted and much reviled ban on corporal punishment in private schools, Matron still continues to run her dorms with an iron hairbrush!

Any parents who complain are invited to have a chat with her, and Matron soon convinces them of the effectiveness of her methods...

I am lucky enough to have been able to indulge my fantasies of being spanked in school uniform many, many times. It’s interesting how the crisp white shirt and striped school tie is a precursor to the similar outfit I must wear to the office today – as if our school uniforms were preparing us for our lives as mild-mannered white-collar wage slaves (with those white collars buttoned to the top and the ties done up tightly enough to lightly choke us, training us for when we’re wearing slave collars and sucking on bigger men’s balls as they fuck our wives!)

Though of course, those drum-tight school shorts made very clear that we weren’t real men yet (if we ever would be). I read somewhere once that boys were regularly beaten with their own belts, and effectively wore them just for this purpose, so there was always something on hand to whip them with. While a strict Daddy taking off his belt is perhaps THE ultimate spanking image, the idea of a submissive male being spanked with his own belt also has its attractions. It would certainly provide a delicious psychological torment, wearing it around your waist all day (though would it be more of a torment that seeing your Dad’s big belt buckled around his waist…?)

Plus there’s the question of whether the unfortunate young man would be required to remove his belt and hand it to his spanker, or whether the dominant matriarch or patriarch would unbuckle it themselves while the hapless spankee stands there with his hands on his head, probably pulling his shorts and pants down too, and maybe taking the opportunity to have a quick grope of his exposed genitals…

Though of course there’s no reason why both belts couldn’t be used... I imagine my own, slimmer belt would be used to give a nice little warm up, with Daddy’s Big Leather Belt very much being the Main Course!

For me, no school uniform can be complete without knee socks and smart shoes. While it can sometimes be fun to change the colour combinations, I would almost always favour grey socks for naughty adult schoolboys (and white socks for naughty adult schoolgirls)…

I definitely have a fetish for smart shoes and socks and will happily wear them for spanking sessions even if I don’t wear any other part of the school uniform. And of course those smart black shoes better be absolutely gleaming so that the Headmaster can see his face in them, otherwise there’ll be extra strokes of the cane!

Though of course the nice thing about shorts is that they’re very easy to remove without taking your shoes off. In fact a great thing about the school uniform in general is that so little of it gets in the way… it’s perfectly possible for an unfortunate schoolboy to receive a sound thrashing (and dose of cock) without having to remove his shirt, tie, shoes or socks!

Though the idea of a well-thrashed young man kicking his shoes off in agony is rather cruelly appealing, so it does sometimes occur in my fantasies!

While a wristwatch isn’t an essential addition to a schoolboy outfit, it certainly doesn’t detract from it (and, as per the rules around who should wear which kind of wristwatch, it only adds to the submissiveness of the attire).

This outfit is of course only applicable to submissive, swotty schoolboys. In my alternative education system, the Top Formers wear blue ties while the Bottom Formers have pink ties, only further emphasizing their roles (both at school and in life!)

Big bullying jocks also somehow get away with wearing trousers rather than shorts (perhaps shorts would be too tight to contain their much bigger erections?)

And we haven’t even considered the teachers (or, to use proper boarding school terminology, the Masters). Their big black gowns certainly add to their terrifying aura as they slipper, strap, cane and birch the bare bottoms of endless helpless schoolboys!

Long ago I was rather taken with a story where a headmaster thrashes a boy in front of a pair of prospective parents to convince them of the school’s disciplinary credentials…

The parents sat. The Headmaster took out a wide black strap and began strapping the boy's buttocks and thighs. He was soon in tears and asking for mercy. The head continued until the boy's bottom was thoroughly red. He was sent to stand naked in the corner. 

"Thank you Headmaster," Mr Widows said. "We are entirely satisfied that your school will be ideal for our son."

No doubt the spectacle would take the father back to his own schooldays… apparently it was common for long-serving masters to thrash the sons of their alumni, so perhaps he received the same strap from this same headmaster! Perhaps he’ll be back for more, alongside his son… maybe his wife makes him squeeze back into his old school uniform and sends him back to his old headmaster when he’s naughty (or just when she needs some time alone with her lover)…

To keep the boys in their place, school uniforms would be worn at all times during the day… and then at bedtime would be replaced by striped pyjamas… one of the few outfits that can rival school uniform for submissiveness (and provides similarly easy access to quivering bare backsides…)

Though of course there would also be sportswear worn during PE lessons and matches. The standards of British Boarding Schools would need to be upheld on the sports fields as well as in the classrooms, and defeat would not be tolerated and result in sound punishment for all involved – remembering of course that most of these athletes would be Top-Form Jocks who would be a lot more accustomed to giving it out than taking it!

Though of course they’ll be taking out their frustrations on their fags and Bottoms Formers later... just as soon as the sports masters are done paddling their muscular asses!

The whole system seems set up to encourage sadism, both sexual and in life. Imagine the scene in a Finishing School classroom after the cruel Master has thrashed two unfortunate boys in front the class for some trumped-up misdemeanour. The Master would know that there would be a sea of erections beneath the desks (including his own) as he and the other boys enjoy the agony on the bottom-formers’ faces as they settle their scorched arses back onto their hard wooden school chairs. Their smirking classmates cruelly remind them that they won’t sit comfortably for days… especially after those tight grey shorts are pulled down once more in the dorms that evening, so those big jock erections can be plunged between their sore, chafing buttocks!

While The Cane is of course the king of school corporal punishment scenes (ably supported by the slipper and strap), before it was developed The Birch was synonymous with the roasting of unfortunate schoolboy bottoms. The brutality of a birching and the fact that (as every schoolmaster knows) it is only effective when applied to a bare backside makes it in some ways just as evocative as the cane, and something about the arrangement of the ‘twigs’ makes me suspect it would really torment and stimulate the inner cheeks and anus of the victim, leading us on to…