The Other Tom Brown's Schooldays Chapter 14
By Pueros

Copyright 2006 by Pueros, all rights reserved
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Chapter 14 – Newts

(Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, early January 1803)

Young James, heir to the Abernethy Barnotcy, had just been delivered in his father's stately carriage to board at Sodomhall School. The important new pupil was unprecedentedly met personally by the Headmaster, Dr. Stappem, and invited to have tea with him in his study.

"Are you sure, Abernethy, that you want to board here and not at some more prestigious school?" asked Dr. Strappem, whilst sipping his tea. The Headmaster still could not believe his luck in attracting such a star pupil to his own humble educational establishment. In his opinion, young James' stellar status did not just come from his wealthy aristocratic background and obvious superior intelligence but also from the fact that the red-headed 10 year-old boy was extremely pretty.

Red-headed boys were not usually an attraction to Dr. Strappem, who generally preferred blondes and brunettes. However, the Headmaster was more than happy to make an exception of young James Abernethy. Physically and sexually abusing a child of such a noble background would also add to the fun to be gained from the 10 year-old's body.

Nevertheless, Dr. Strappem was a cautious man and, as with his other catamites, such as Brown T, he always followed a pre-planned grooming process to lure, quite literally, such select boys into his arms. The Headmaster had already decided that he would take extra care with the young heir to the Abernethy Baronetcy.

"Absolutely, Headmaster," James answered in his posh accent, whilst displaying his sweet disarming smile, "and I am really looking forward to being educated here!" Dr. Strappem grinned in return on hearing this reply, appreciating that the boy would learn much more than he currently envisaged, especially in practical human biology, such as how to suck a man's cock to give the recipient of such attention the maximum pleasure.

"But, Abernethy, we do things a little differently here," advised Dr. Strappem in secret amusement, "compared with most other boarding schools. You and your father might not approve of some of our, er, practices."

"I am sure, Headmaster, that any differences are for the common good," James replied, "and anyway I have made my decision, which has full parental support. I am definitely therefore here to stay for almost nine years for better or worse, especially as you have kindly already agreed to the one precondition imposed by my father, namely that I am to be allowed to join the dorm and form shared by Brown T, West and Morton."

Dr. Strappem again grinned. The Headmaster appreciated that James' expressed 'common good' arising from the differences in school practices were not exactly enjoyed by the pupils but rather the reverse. The benefits actually only accrued to the sadistic pederasts, like him and his staff, who had full rein to do virtually anything with the almost 700 boys in their so-called care. He also realised that young Abernethy would not take long to recognise that his stay would not be 'for better'. However, by that time, the boy would have been irretrievably ensnared in Sodomhall life.

(Sodomhall School, Northumberland, England, a few hours later)

James, escorted by his dormleader, Jonathan, emerged into the winter chill and gloom of the main quadrangle just as the school clock chimed the hour. The newcomer was amazed at how many other boys were peering down from the candlelit windows above, which emitted sufficient light to illuminate the scene below nicely. A number of men were also taking in the view, including the Headmaster.

James had received the customary introduction to the school from the Headboy, Flashmember, including the assignment of his house and dormitory, shared with Tom, Christopher and Jonathan amongst others, and uniform. His associated new black shorts, as usual for all junior pupils, were brief and tight so that the curves of his cute bottom were obvious and as much of his lithe legs as possible were open to view.

Flashmember was now standing by the multiple central stocks in the main quadrangle, holding the customary long cane in his right hand. The Headboy's mouth dried and his cock became hard as he observed the approach of the delectable red-headed newcomer, who was currently dressed only in his brief tight white gym shorts in readiness for the traditional ceremony of initiation into life at Sodomhall School.

Nevertheless, Flashmember somehow managed to compose himself sufficiently to say "Welcome, Abernethy, to the first part of your initiation into school life. As you know, the second, spending the night naked in the woods, has been deferred and will take place later in the year in spring, as we don't want you freezing to death!"

James had already been appraised of these strange initiation rites by Tom before he had arrived to board at Sodomhall. His friend had hoped that this further revelation about school life might finally dissuade the boy from becoming a pupil.

James had, however, simply suggested, not without foundation, "I am sure that all schools have similar strange initiation rites." The determined boy then added "As I have said before, I am no coward. I therefore refuse to be put off boarding at Sodomhall because of such challenges, especially as you, Tom, with Christopher and Jonathan, have already bravely faced them!"

Flashmember now went on to explain the race rules to James, who was beginning to shiver in the external wintry chill, by advising "You are to divest yourself of your shorts. Starting in the northwest corner of the quad, you will then, at my signal, run naked and clockwise around the surrounding path. If you step onto the grass, you will automatically lose. As you're the only new boy, or 'newt' as we nickname such a chap, this term, you'll have to race alone and the challenge will be to make 10, commensurate with your age, circuits before the school clock strikes the quarter hour."

Flashmember cruelly intended to time the race to start at five past the hour. He fully appreciated that even the most accomplished adult athlete would have difficulty in running just one rectangular circuit of the large quadrangle in a minute.

Flashmember therefore realised that the challenge of running 10 circuits in 10 minutes was virtually impossible for a young boy. However, his motive for wanting the latest exceptionally pretty 'newt' to fail was evident by his next statement.

"If you fail," Flashmember happily announced, "you'll be placed naked in the stocks to receive 10 strokes, also commensurate with your age, of my cane across your bare backside. Any questions?"

Further evidence of Flashmember's motivation was actually currently evident in his trousers, where his hidden erection was throbbing. Such a phenomenon was matched within the garments of many of the spectators peering down from the windows all around.

"I have no questions, Sir," James answered in response to Flashmember's enquiry, with nervousness as well as politeness evident in his posh but angelic soprano voice. "Good," commented the Headboy before instructing "so now remove your shorts, give them to your dormleader and assume your starting position!"

James moved his hands to both sides of his shorts but then hesitated to proceed further, being acutely aware of the many eyes fixed on him. "Hurry up, as we haven't got all day and you've got nothing underneath your garment that I and anyone else watching hasn't seen before!" Flashmember consequently ordered impatiently, as he had had to do twice previously on such occasions.

Flashmember, as the new Headboy, had earlier had the honour of supervising the initiation of other 10 year-old 'newts' when the bulk had begun life at Sodomhall School at the start of the previous term and subsequently when the late arrivals, Brown T and West, had appeared. Doing so again with young James Abernethy was an unexpected but very pleasant bonus to his yearlong tenure of office.

James blushed but he nevertheless reluctantly finally complied with Flashmember's command and pushed downwards on the sides of his shorts, which slowly slid down his lithe loins. When the boy's delightfully proportioned and smooth genitals eventually popped into view, one of the members of staff, watching alone at the window of his rooms above with his own erect cock in his hands, immediately orgasmed.

Currently ignorant of the effect that the sight of his beautiful and now naked body was having on some of the spectators, James next walked gingerly across the quadrangle grass to the required starting position, where a white line had been painted across the path just before the corner. As the nude boy proceeded, he shyly kept his hands carefully in front of his genitals.

Flashmember followed the increasingly shivering James. The throbbing of the Headboy's own hidden erection intensified at the view he now had of the naked younger boy's lustrous virgin posterior.

Nevertheless, Flashmember had composed himself sufficiently by the time that he and James had reached the starting position to be able to advise the boy "I shall hold the cane in the air, Abernethy, and when I bring it down again, you can start your race against the clock!" The Headboy then raised the cruel implement as he had said he would and commanded "Ready!"

Flashmember was happy to observe that James was now compelled to remove the shielding afforded by his hands to his delightful hairless genitals in order to assume the requisite starting posture. The Headboy was even more pleased to note that the boy's small slim cock was somehow semi-hard.

"Steady," Flashmember next instructed, despite further drying of his throat caused by the delicious sight of James' incongruously excited genitals. The Headboy then brought his cane down and ordered "Go!"

James now showed that he not only had accepted the initiation challenge but also was making a real attempt to succeed, as he ran round the large quadrangle with as much speed as he could summon. The naked boy's efforts were boosted by loud cheering from many of the hundreds of exclusively male spectators, a few of whom actually wanted the 'newt' to win the race against the clock.

Amongst James' most vociferous supporters were, of course, Tom, Christopher and Jonathan. However, most of the cheering actually emanated from lips expressing happiness at the sight of a naked pretty boy running in an obviously doomed attempt to avoid being caned, and in eager anticipation of watching the 10 year-old failing and then being beaten.

Unfortunately for James, the desires of the majority of spectators were met. The naked boy had only completed a meritorious but sadly unsuccessful 8½ circuits when, to an increase in cheering from above, the school clock chimed the quarter-hour.

Flashmember immediately ordered the almost breathless and deeply disappointed and now frightened James to stop running and to walk instead towards the middle of the quadrangle. The Headboy advanced there too to lift up the top of one of the wooden stocks on its side-hinges.

Flashmember subsequently happily instructed the arriving James to place his head and wrists in the relevant narrow semicircles on the lower part of the stocks. The naked boy, who was now shivering with fright rather than cold because his lovely body had warmed considerably during his recent hectic run, reluctantly complied.

After James had obeyed to attain the required degrading stance, Flashmember lowered the top of the stocks and locked it in place, now to accompanying laughter from all around. The naked 10 year-old subsequently found that his head and hands were securely and irretrievably encased in the circular holes of the wooden apparatus, whilst he was slightly bent over, with his bare bottom nicely presented for punishment.

Flashmember next tied James' ankles, with pieces of rope produced from one of his pockets, to metal rings embedded in the stocks' wooden base, so that the naked boy's feet were about 30 inches apart. The Headboy then assumed his own requisite position, necessary to inflict agonising chastisement on another young 'newt'.

Flashmember, however, first cruelly tormented James by rubbing his cane up and down the sublime curves of the boy's bare bottom. The Headboy was simultaneously interested to note that the 10 year-old's little cock, which dangled nicely between his splayed legs, had now not only somehow been stimulated into full erection but also quivered visibly at the feel of the slender wooden instrument of imminent painful punishment caressing his lovely buttocks.

Flashmember would have liked to torment James for longer but a torrent of shouts from all around now repetitively demanded "Beat him!" The Headboy immediately felt obliged to grant what the bulk of the spectators were requesting.

Flashmember therefore temporarily withdrew his cane from James' bottom to a position high in the air, from where he intended that the wooden implement would soon fly back onto the boy's vulnerable flesh, this time with vicious and excruciating speed and venom. In anticipation of launching his strike, the Headboy teasingly repeated Ready……..steady…….."

James, who was currently only vaguely aware of a strange tingling in his groin and completely ignorant of the embarrassing cause, namely the development of an erection, clenched his bumcheeks tightly in order to try to prepare the delightful curvature to endure the imminent inevitably agonising shock. The naked boy had previously occasionally been spanked by his disciplinarian father for naughtiness but only with a hand applied to a covered posterior. Such chastisement had been both embarrassing and hurtful but the 10 year-old appreciated that what he was about to experience would be much more humiliating and anguishing. However, he was determined to face this latest challenge with as much bravery as he could. He did not want to shame himself by crying or shrieking too much, especially as other pupils, including his friends, Tom and Christopher, had courageously suffered here similarly.

James heard Flashmember finally shout "Go!" The naked boy then heard a loud whooshing sound, as the Headboy's cruel cane flew through the air.

James next experienced pain of unprecedented intensity, as the cane struck his bottom. The agony momentarily caused not only his buttocks to believe that they were excruciatingly ablaze but also his whole body to reverberate throughout with an acutely anguishing aftershock. Consequently, the naked boy could not prevent his original brave intentions from being thwarted. His sensuous brown eyes burst into copious tears and his sweet rosy lips emitted a loud distressed yelp, which was drowned by the sound of renewed vociferous cheering from all around.

James' original brave intentions were also sabotaged when the second accurate venomous blow from Flashmember's cane caused him to beg of the Headboy, between tearful sobs, "Please….Sir….don't….hit….me….anymore….as….I….can' t….take….a nymore!"

"Don't be silly, Abernethy," Flashmember retorted, as he raised his cane back into the air in readiness to inflict the third harsh blow onto James' bottom, which was now besmirched by two parallel vivid red stripes. "You can and will take more," the Headboy advised, "and, in fact, one more on top of the original ten for speaking without permission and another for being so cowardly!"

"You must also realise, Abernethy," Flashmember added, as he launched his third nasty strike, aimed accurately at James' buttocks, "that you'll undoubtedly receive many similar and some far worse punishments over the next nine years!" The Headboy then reinforced his point by landing his third excruciating blow on the boy's bare bottom.

James' original brave spirit now simply disappeared amidst an embarrassing exhibition of copious tears and loud shrieking, as Flashmember happily proceeded with the rest of the boy's punishment with his accustomed deliberation. The Headboy also now prolonged the gaps between each strike from his cane because he wanted the latest 'newt' to be chastised by him to appreciate fully every single blow. He was also aiming to decorate the lovely bottom before him with a neat pattern comprising a dozen parallel scarlet stripes.

The school clock had already chimed the half-hour by the time that Flashmember had accomplished his, for him, very pleasant task. He then gave his cane to the glum and sorrowful Jonathan, who had remained nearby and had been appalled at what had just been perpetrated on his new friend.

Flashmember next ran his fingers over his handiwork. The Headboy particularly enjoyed feeling the heat present all over the lovely pained buttocks in question.

"I'll leave you now," Flashmember eventually informed James, after finally reluctantly withdrawing his fingers from the boy's now striped bare bottom, "so that you can cool down after your excitement. While I'm gone, you'll probably find that some of the staff might just happen to stroll across the quad. They're sure to take the opportunity to introduce themselves to you. See you later!"

Flashmember then strode off with a reluctant Jonathan. The latter dormleader astutely realised that he was about to be appointed to the job of quickly satisfying the Headboy's accumulated sexual need.

Meanwhile, the still quietly sobbing James, humiliatingly marooned naked and in pain in the stocks in the middle of the quadrangle whilst being ogled by many eyes, was finally beginning to reconsider the wisdom of his decision to be a boarder at Sodomhall School. However, the hurting but proud boy also realised that he could not in honour now seek to change his mind, although the sound of adult feet currently approaching eagerly from behind sorely tempted him to want to do so.

(To be continued in chapter 15 – 'Birthdays')