Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2021 21:40:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: steam_t2007@yahoo.com
Subject: Charles West 1 - Prefect Demoted An Archbishops College Series Story

Charles West 1 - Prefect Demoted
An Archbishops College Series Story
by Steam Train ( steam_t2007@yahoo.com )

Copyright 2020 by Steam Train, all rights reserved

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual
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I acknowledge that this story is influenced by one of my favourite fantasy
stories, Demoted by Robin Carter.


Charles West 1 - Prefect Demoted
An Archbishops College Series Story

Thirteen year old Charles Henry Spencer James West was in his last year at
Archbishops College Preparatory School, next school year he would be off to
the senior school.

Charles was proud to be a prefect and since the beginning of the school
year he had enjoyed the power and privileges that came with that position.

However as he stood at attention in front of the Headmaster Doctor
C.A.E. Lyttelton in his office, he suspected that he was probably is in a
great deal of trouble and his prefects status was probably in real danger!

"West last night, while you sat in your prefects study with the door closed
playing on your mobile phone, all of your senior boys dormitory, that you
are responsible for, snuck out onto the dorms balcony and proceeded to pass
around a cigarette and smoke it! You were obviously oblivious to this
occurring West and luckily Mr Turner, your dorm master was a darned sight
more alert than you were."

West felt a complete fool and could offer no excuse. Prefects were allowed
to keep in their private study their personal mobile phone and he had
closed his study door so the boys in his dorm who were all around his age
would not see him playing `Forge of Empires'. He had lost track of time and
never noticed that his dorm had become quite or ventured out to check why!

"West, I have lost my confidence in you and can no longer trust you with
the responsibility of a Prefect. Therefore I have decided to rescind your
appointment as a prefect."

West's worst nightmare was unfolding, he was going to be demoted from being
a prefect and suffer all the humiliating and embarrassing consequences of
such a demotion!

West could hardly bear the thought of the shame of being demoted to just an
ordinary prep school boy again. As he was a senior prep boy in his final
year he might still have a small amount of privileges but they were
minuscule compared to the special privileges he had enjoyed this year as a
prefect.

"After school finishes this afternoon West, you'll move your belongings out
of your prefect's study and return to shared accommodation in the
dormitories. I have yet to find you a bed, but you'll take whatever is
available, even if it's in a junior dorm."

"As you are no longer a prefect, you no longer have a prefect's privilege
of wearing prefects clothing and being excused from wearing a cap. I want
you to immediately go and see Matron to change into a senior prep boys
clothing kit. Matron is expecting you."

"Before you go West, I will remind you that once you have removed your
prefects clothing and before you change into your new senior prep boys kit,
make sure Matron inspects your body. As you know West, in the Prep school
only prefects are allowed, as a special privilege, to grow pubic hairs, if
they are able to do so. All other prep boys if they start growing pubic and
arm pit hair must be shaved at prefects bathroom inspection for hygiene
purposes. So if as a prefect you have been able to grow your pubes, Matron
will have to shave them off!"

"West, you also have a choice to make. You can accept six strokes of the
cane in front of your entire house or you can return here after visiting
Matron to receive the first six of twelve strokes. Which will it be West?"

West couldn't bear the thought of being caned in front of his entire house;
the shame of being back in shorts and no longer a prefect would be bad
enough.

"I will take the twelve stokes, please sir."

"Very well West, report straight back here when Matron has kitted you out."

Matron was usually a very hard no nonsense person but when Charles reported
to her as instructed, she seemed slightly sympathetic to his situation, as
Matron laid out the new kit she had assembled for him.

The new prep boys kit consisted of the black school blazer which was
trimmed in thin gold braid and had the school crest embroidered on the
pocket, short grey trousers and grey belt with gold buckle, grey vest, grey
long sleeve shirt, grey knee socks with the school colour bands of black
and gold on the turnover tops, the school tie with it repeat pattern of
black and gold stripes, a grey cap with the school crest embroidered in
gold on it and the regulation white briefs and singlet.

The new kits grey shorts were the longer ones worn by senior prep boys,
which came to within a few inches of the knee, not the very short ones worn
by more junior boys.

Prefects clothing was designed to make them instantly recognisable. What
Charles had worn up to this moment consisted of the normal black school
blazer but trimmed with much thicker gold braid, long grey trousers with
black belt with gold buckle, black vest, white long sleeve shirt, grey
short socks, the special prefects tie which was all black and had the
school crest embroidered in gold, centred in the lower half of the tie. The
regulation underwear for prefects was white boxer briefs and a white
t-shirt.

Prefects were exempted from wearing a cap except when formally representing
the school in public, where they then wore a black cap with the school
crest embroidered in gold on it. The only prefect who wore a slightly
different uniform was the Head Prefect of the Preparatory School, who wore
the standard prefects uniform but with a white vest in lieu of the standard
black prefects vest.

Matron then pronounced the words Charles had been dreading to hear since he
had arrived.

"West, remove all your prefects clothing!"

Reluctantly, Charles West began the process of stripping off his prized
prefects uniform. Charles was reluctant to strip off the last vestiges of
his prefectural status and Matron noticed his tardiness and urged him to
hurry up!

When Charles took off his white T-shirt, he was down to his last item of
prefectorial clothing, his white boxer briefs. Hurried along by Matron, he
reluctantly looped his fingers in the elastic of his underwear but then
stopped again!

Matron immediately noticed and commanded, "Hurry up West and get them off!"

So, blushing profusely Charles slid his prized prefect boxer briefs down
and off. One thing all boys learnt early on at prep school was never to
cover up any part of your body when you were told to strip, but as he had
recently been a prefect and had not had to strip naked for body inspections
all this school year, he was out of practice and so without thinking
instinctively covered up by putting his hands in front of his genitalia,

"West", Matron ordered, "Put your hands to your side."

Slowly he did as told and stood there with his genitals which had only
recently began maturing on full display.

Matron eyed him up and down inspecting his naked body.

"Well, well West, you are beginning to grow up, you have some pubic hair",
Matron acknowledged observing his very small sparse growths of fine dark
pubic hair that had only recently begin to grow on either side of his penis
but still didn't really cross over the top above his penis and join up!

"Those pubic hairs will have to be removed now you are no longer a
prefect. Have you any other body hair West?"

"Um, I don't think so, Matron", Charles replied.

Matron then started a closer inspection. She inspected his chest, arms,
looked at his armpits, rubbed his legs, and to his huge embarrassment even
got him to bend over for an arse inspection.

"Nothing there West except for those small growths of pubic hair on either
side of you penis which I will need to shave off. In the future West, you
will have your weekly prefects inspection from whoever will be your new
prefect at bathroom time, he will be responsible for keeping you shaved and
hairless!"

"Thank you Matron", Charles replied politely, but in his thoughts, he felt
that loosing his first growth of pubes was a devastating development, as
bad as being back in shorts!

Matron went to a cupboard and got the shaving equipment and then got
straight to work. Though Matron had said there was no hair growing there,
she lathered Charles' scrotum as well as around his penis with expert
precision. Very quickly she had totally removed his sparse growth of
adolescent pubic hair.

As much as he tried to resist, Charles could not suppress a full erection
whist Matron had handled his genitals as she was shaving him bald! By the
time Matron had finished shaving, Charles' penis was over 4 inches long,
about an inch and a quarter thick and was pointing almost vertically up in
the air. Embarrassingly it was also twitching up and down.

When Matron indicated that she was finished, Charles then quickly dressed
in his new senior prep boys kit in an effort to hide his boner. As he
dressed he could not help glancing longingly from time to time at the pile
of discarded prefects clothing, that he had until a few minutes ago, worn.

Although dreading what was to come next, as soon as Matron dismisses him,
Charles West made straight back to the Headmasters office to get the first
part of his punishment over with.

Charles knew the form and went to the table, placed his newly acquired cap
on it and picked up the cane which lay on it. He then walked across to the
headmaster.

Reciting the traditional response he said, "Please Headmaster, may I please
have the first six of my twelve strokes of the cane for failing in my
duties as a prefect."

He then bent over and touched his toes.

"May I please have the first stroke sir."

There was no doubt about the answer to this request as it was all part of
the form for being caned at Archbishops College by a master or
prefect. Boys had used the same formula with West when he'd been a prefect
and he had been the one applying the cane.

No longer would he have the privilege of doing that! Demoted he was once
again, just an ordinary prep boy and from now on would be on the receiving
end, not the giving end.

By the time Charles uttered the words "Thank you sir, may I please have the
sixth stroke", he was openly sobbing and tears were running down his face,
so agonising was the pain.

After the last stroke found its target, took took Charles some to compose
himself to say "Thank you sir as his body shook with sobs as he remained
bent over touching his toes till ordered to stand up.

When given the command to stand up, Charles took the cane when the
headmaster handed it to him, returned it to the table, donned his cap and
said ritualistically ....

"Thank you for caning me sir, I'm very sorry for my behaviour."

The headmaster signed and gave him a chit explaining his absence for his
teacher and then curtly dismissed him .

Charles headed straight for his next lesson, chit in hand, dreading having
to face his classmates in his new prep boys uniform.

On the way to class he passed in the corridor Alistair Maxwell-Jones, a
prefect, who had been his peer only a short time previously. Maxwell-Jones
first reaction was one of surprise as he noticed Charles dressed in shorts
and the prep boys uniform and not in a prefects uniform. As they passed
Maxwell-Jones gave him a smile and commented, "Nice legs West."

"Thank you Maxwe ... err .... Prefect", Charles ritualistically replied. He
realised that not all of the prefects would be so low key about his
demotion as Maxwell-Jones.

Charles knew that although he was in his last year at the prep college, he
would be under the authority of the prefects just as much as the junior
boys. Senior boys were usually allowed a bit more latitude but West knew
that boys he didn't get on with who were also prefects, would relish the
opportunity to be able to discipline him if the chance came.

The one prefect, he had already decided, that he would make a special
effort to avoid was Nigel Johns. Johns had not been one of the initial
appointments this year to the prefect cohort. Charles in fact had been
Johns dorm prefect this school year until one of the prefects, Harry
Watson-McRae has left the school to move with his parents to New Zealand.

Charles had never liked Johns since the early years of their time at
Archbishops and as this year, he was Johns dorm prefect, Charles had taken
great pleasure in caning Johns on a number of occasions and taken delight
in performing the weekly prefects bath time inspections on Johns naked
body.

Up until the time Johns had been made a prefect his body had still been
prepubescent and Charles had regularly made comment to his face about this
fact during the bath time inspections.

Comments like, .... Johns you're still hairless ... Its totally bald,
... you're still hairless like a little boy... you are a bit older than me
Johns, but your still a totally bald little boy!

Charles had been disappointed when Johns was promoted to prefect but as
peers Johns had no power for revenge on Charles. He had never ever
considered that the situation would ever be reversed, where Johns was the
prefect and he was a lowly prep boy!

With his recent demotion, Johns was now his senior and the opportunity for
revenge had completely opened up. That opportunity came all too soon for
Charles liking!

Archbishops College Preparatory School consisted of a number of scattered
buildings and boys were expected to wear their cap while walking between
them. Charles, having further to go than previously from his new dorm
accommodation, had rushed out not wanting to be late for the next lesson
but had soon realised that he'd left his cap behind. He was having trouble
getting used to needing to wear a cap again, as a prefect he had not worn
one except on special occasions!

As he'd rushed back for his cap, his socks had slowly made their way down
to puddle around his ankles. He had thrown away his gaiters when he'd been
made a prefect, thinking he would never be in shorts and long socks again!

Luck was not with him as he turned a corner and almost collided with Nigel
Johns .

"Sorry, Johns", Charles instinctively replied.

"Johns ! Johns ! It's `Prefect' to you boy!"

Charles noticed Johns heavy emphasis on the word boy, to remind Charles of
his new place in the school hierarchy.

"Sorry, sorry, `Prefect', it just slipped out!"

"No cap West, your socks are round your ankles, cheek to a prefect, you are
a disgrace, you can see me at the end of the day in my room, boy. I can see
you need some help adjusting to your new demoted status."

"Yes, prefect, thank you prefect" was all Charles could say; he could see a
grin momentarily cross across Johns face.

As instructed by Johns, Charles pulled up his errant socks and then went
and got his cap. Unfortunately he got to his next class late and Mr Tester
give the demoted former prefect, three slaps with the slipper in front of
the class for his tardiness!

All too soon the afternoon lessons ended and Charles was knocking on the
door of Johns study.

Entering only after he heard the call of `come', he felt humiliated,
standing there in front of another boy the same age as him, who not that
long ago had been in the reverse situation with Johns standing before him
in short trousers and knees socks and him wearing the longs. Now with his
demotion, Johns had full authority over him.

"Ah, West, so many offences. Not wearing your cap. Your socks dangling
round your ankles making you look a complete mess. And disrespect by
addressing me as Johns, when you know full well that at Archbishops prep
boys must call me prefect."

Charles was sure that there was a smile playing around Johns lips as he
listed his failures. Another prefect would likely have excused him given
the circumstances, but not Johns!

 He was clearly relishing now having authority over Charles. He had never
liked Charles but this year he had begun to hate him as Charles used his
new position of power as prefect to regularly punish and humiliate him.

Now the opportunity had presented itself for him to extract revenge with
West's recent demotion from the rank of prefect.

"West, I make it that there are three caning offences that you're due."
There was a pause. Charles knew that the punishment for each could be one,
two or three strokes and wondered how far Johns would go.

"Two sets of two strokes each for the cap and socks but it really has to be
three strokes for the disrespect! You need a good lesson boy!"

There was no court of appeal to Johns decree as Charles knew from his own
experience that the allocated punishment was within the prefects punishment
guidelines,

Charles did the only thing he could. He walked over to where Johns cane was
hanging and took the cane down from its hook and hung his cap in its place
and walked back to Johns .

"May I please have two strokes of the cane for neglecting to wear my cap,
prefect?"

The question was of course, a rhetorical formality so Charles turned and
bent over and touched his toes.

"May I please have the first stroke prefect."

Johns tapped West's bottom to get his distance, enjoying every second of
his revenge, then suddenly he whipped the cane across Charles's bottom.

Charles grunted, "Thank you prefect, may I please have the second stroke."

Again the cane came down hard and it was clear to Charles that his bum,
which was still recovering from the two sessions with the Headmaster, would
be on fire again by the time Johns was finished.

Charles then stood up and turned around to face Johns.

"Thank you for caning me prefect, I'm sorry for not wearing my cap."

"Go and stand in the corner West, it will give you a chance to think about
the uniform rules."

"Yes, prefect." Charles turned, went into the vacant corner and placed his
hands on his head as was tradition.

Johns was impatient to continuing the punishment so after only a few
minutes he called Charles back from the corner.

"May I please have two strokes of the cane for neglecting to keep my socks
in place, prefect? " Charles asked.

Two more times the cane slashed across Charles's bottom, Johns taking his
time between the two strokes, relishing his power.

"Back to the corner, boy." Johns commanded.

Another few minutes passed, though it must have seemed an age to Johns who
could hardly wait to continue the punishments. He was feeling a stirring in
his groin, which he was sure he couldn't long resist, so he called West
back from the corner for the final three strokes.

"May I please have three strokes of the cane for being disrespectful,
prefect?"

Johns seemed to slash the cane down even harder and Charles almost sobbed
as he asked for each stroke. The pain seemed unbearable coming on top of
the headmasters caning over the last days.

Finally the caning was over but it took Charles all his time to rise.

"Thank you for caning me prefect, I'm sorry for being disrespectful."

"Back to the corner boy and contemplate what happens when you're
disrespectful to a prefect."

As Charles stood in the corner with his back towards Johns, Johns went and
sat down behind his desk, glanced over to West to make sure he was not
peeking and then took a tissue out of the box on his desk and unzipped his
trousers. He'd couldn't remember ever having such an intense throbbing hard
on, it was undoubtedly being made that way by the enjoyable and exciting
revenge he was enacting upon West.

Only in the last three months had Johns noticed that his balls had finally
begun to drop and even more recently when he measured it, his cock was
growing longer and thicker. He still had no pubes and his bald look gave
him a much younger appearance which in the past West has tormented him
about, but now being a prefect he did not have to shower with other boys,
so his slower rate of development than some of the other senior prep boys,
that he supervised in the showers of his dorm, was no longer noticeable.

Charles was sure he knew what Johns was doing but dared not turn around to
confirm. He was left in the corner for a longer period of time, this time
around, which only confirmed further in his mind what he suspected Johns
was up to!

Johns was feeling much more able to continue the final part of his planned
punishment of West after having taken care of the stirrings in his groin,
so he again called Charles from the corner for the final humiliation.

"West remove your clothes, as you were recently a prefect and have claimed
to me in the past that you were mature enough to have your pubes, I want to
check your hygiene and ensure that you now are a hairless boy as the
college requires of all ordinary prep boys!"

Reluctantly, Charles began the process of stripping for his inspection. He
knew to defy Johns would result in a great deal of additional pain.

Johns openly smiled when Charles removed his last item of clothing, his
white briefs and for the first time, was able to see what Charles West
looked like naked.

Johns raised his eyebrows upon seeing that despite all his previous
tormenting of Johns, West was hardly more developed than he was. He noticed
immediately that West was hairless.

"Did you have any pubes West or were you a lier and really still a bald
little boy? You don't look like you had any pubes to shave off!"

"Yes prefect, I did have pubes, Matron shaved them off!"

The worst outcome then happened to Charles as Johns moved in close to him
and ran his hand over Charles's bald pubes.

Johns mused our aloud: "I can barely feel the stubble of a few sparse hairs
West, you mustn't have had hardly any pubes despite your boasting to me
when you were my prefect, that you had lots of pubic hair." As Johns ran
his hand back over Charles's bald pubes, he commented, "So soft West,
you're still very much a little boy!"

Johns then looked closely at Charles's hairless ball sack and dick, which
were there, totally exposed for him to inspect close up at his leisure!

"You know West, now that I can see what you've been hiding down there, I
know why you boasted you were so much more developed! Your actually not
very big down there at all, are you West? ."

Charles blushed profusely across his face and chest at Johns revengeful
comment, before politely replying "No prefect!"

Johns openly laughed at Charles, increasing Charles's humiliation even
further! After studying Charles's naked body for a short while longer,
Johns told him he was dismissed.

He quickly dressed back into his prep boys uniform, took his cap down off
the hook, placed it on his head and made a final, "Thank you for punishing
me Prefect, I'm very sorry for my behaviour."

As he closed Johns study door behind him, Charles knew that he would have
to watch his every step withh Johns to avoid a lot of further humiliation
and embarrassment!

The End