We used a plimsoll to aim at each other to determine who was ‘it’ (tagged). 1959, I was playing a game of ‘tag’ with other boys in the Assembly cum Dining Hall. The Bonk walloped me four-of-the-best on two occasions for failing to submit homework projects on time.
Someone was talking in the class, and because Shah did not know who it was he just took a group of us from the area he thought it was coming from, and this happened to me on a couple of occasions, and we all got six on the hands.įor Frank Tepper, the science master, who was a dead shot with either the blackboard rubber or a stick of chalk was “Belt up” or “Gurney” Gough. Could go on about canings but I will leave it there. Mr Sharr then duly gave us all six of the best. When no one would own up he asked Mr Neath what direction it came from as came from and Mr Neath pointed to where six of us were sitting.
Terry Eyles threw a tennis ball at Mr Neath while he was writing on the black board and as no one would own up to it he called up Mr Shah and he asked the same question. I showed my Dad what he had done and my dad when up the school in the afternoon and the Bonk locked himself in the office and when my Dad left he called me over the intercom and when I got there he told me my Dad had been up about the caning and told me he would do the same and I then told him if he marked my hands my Dad would be up again, to which the Bonk had no answer.Īnother time in the science lab being taught by Mr Neath. I got the cane on numerous occasions, the last time was from the Bonk for smoking outside by the little wall as I was on my way home for lunch. After THIS lesson, each time Trevor sits his hawt a-hole down at his desk, this guy's going to feel the marvelous, beet red burn of Sterne's rock hard hand.I remember getting the cane from the Bonk what for I can’t remember and who was that French teacher who used to hit you over the knuckles with the edge of a ruler and the science master who used to throw black board dusters at you for talking?įrank, it was Mayer the French teacher that hit us on our heads with the edge of his rule, he took pleasure the bastard by hurting us for his stupid fun. Jeff teaches the gay teen a smacking worthwhile lesson, paddling the beautiful lad's flawless ensuing in several hawt stages of disrobe. Sterne crashes into Trevor's smooth caboose, using enormous hands in varying alluring degrees of derriere discipline mixed with the fierce power of his wooden warden to dominate the devious delinquent into submission. Sterne too has a bad a-hole backhand and makes a decision to put his paddle-board of education to use on Harris' hind end, teaching the ballsy, class clown the value of a dollar and of discipline. His benefactor, Jeff Sterne has spent thousands of dollars on the gay-boy's tuition and craves to watch a respectable return during the time that teaching Trevor to respect his authority. Back at home, the stud with the specie realizes his rambunctious rule breaker needs to be broken down and this chab begins by bending him over Dad's desk. Privileged beautiful lad, Trevor Harris thinks the rules don't apply to him at his intimate prep school.