Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2002 20:02:17 -0800 (PST) From: Greg Schroeder 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.