Date: Fri, 01 Sep 2006 12:33:24 +0000 From: Robert Arnold Subject: The Bored Boarder (Part 7) The Legal Stuff: - We must keep everyone happy so here is the mundane warning that if you are not old enough to read the following type of stories or it is illegal in your area to read such things DON'T. 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. If you enjoy it please let me know at doctor_nobody@hotmail.co.uk because there could be plenty more if you want it! 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. Are you enjoying it so far? Either way please let me know at doctor_nobody@hotmail.co.uk where I will answer all comments and gleefully relegate all flames to the recycle bin.