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SEDLEY, SCHOOLMASTER
“Who’s that fellow in the
picture” Submissive Stuart’s
Master Fenton asked him one day while
Stu was licking Fenton’s boots in his office. Stuart looked up and noticed Fenton looking
at the old painting of Stu’s bewigged ancestor.
“Oh, that’s my
great-great-great-great maternal grandfather, Sedley Codrington, Master Fenton.
I don’t know much about him except that he was
a Revolutionary
War hero, and later the first governor of this state…oh, and in his early
years, he was a log cabin schoolmaster.”
Fenton grinned. “I wonder if Governor Sedley
Codrington was as much of a submissive wussie as you
are, Stuart?”
Stuart blushed hotly. “I
think not, he was reputed to have tremendous character.” WHACK! Fenton’s
scourge lashed Stu’s back.
Stuart burst into tears. Fenton snapped his
fingers and pointed to his boots.
As Stu bent over to
return his attention to Fenton’s Doc Martens Fenton smiled to himself. “Well,
we’ll never know anything about the guy…but I wonder?”
Sedley gritted his teeth. The
fox-traps metal jaws still clutched Sed’s penis and
balls with a deadly vigor.
Father had put down a thin bed of hay for
Sedley to stand on while his arms were tethered to the rafters of the woodshed , but his feet were freezing, as the weather was
bitterly cold.
Snow had been dropping onto
Sedley’s naked shoulders through holes in the shed roof all morning.
Suddenly there was a bang on
the door, and the adolescent looked up as his father stalked in, holding the
birch, actually five untrimmed hazel branches bound together at the handle end.
Sedley looked up in terror as Josiah
Codrington, a red bearded fury of 220 pounds, took his son’s measure. “Hast
thou past thy night comfortably?” Josiah said sarcastically.
“Has thy filthy organ tempted
thou to massage it this past eve, Not likely, I
gather.”
Sedley looked at the ground
sullenly. He had spent the entire night locked in the shed, tied to rafters
with a vicious steel trap on his genitals, as a punishment for masturbation,
but did he really need his father’s sarcastic words?
Josiah quoted the verse that
Sedley knew so well “And Onan knew that the seed
should not be his; and it came to pass, when he went in unto his brother’s
wife, that he spilled it on the ground, lest that he should give seed to his
brother.”
And then Josiah said, looking
at Stuart closely.
"If thy right hand
causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away. It is better for you to lose
one part of thy body, than for your whole body to go into Hell" This from
the book of Matthew, Sedley.”
Sedley was quite subdued as
Josiah removed the fox-trap from his genitals.
That might be worse…punishing his cock was one
thing, but the idea that his father might cut off his right hand so there was
no more masturbation?”
Josiah, reading Sedley’s
thoughts said with a wry smile. “Fortunately, thy right hand is needed in the
spring planting and then the plowing, as well as for thy chores.”
Then Josiah turned serious
again, looking at his son with contempt.
Sedley’s hands were still bound up in the
rafters, and Sed suspected there was business coming
from the birch. He was not wrong.
Josiah’s eyes darkened. “Thou
hast been looking upon the Goodwin daughters our neighbors, perhaps, and touching
thyself?"
Josiah lifted the birch WHACK! Across Sed’s milky white thigh crashed the tied branches.
“From the book of John!”
thundered Josiah. “For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the
lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the
world.” The birch fell five more times.
Sed winced and wondered what his father would think if he
knew that it was Auberon Goodwin, the stalwart young
SON, that Sedley’s fantasies
were surrounded with. Father would probably hang Sedley…
Thinking of Auberon’s strong, muscular body, and the way Aubrie had bullied Sedley, for he was not a kind youth,
made Sed’s penis rise up, and Josiah did not miss
this.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The
birch hit Sedley’s penis harshly, again and again, and writhing from the
rafters, the teenager screamed bloody murder.
At the main house, Sedley’s mother raised her
eyes to heaven over the breakfast table, and his younger brothers and sisters
smirked, knowing the reason for this chastisement.
“FROM THE BOOK OF JAMES!”
roared Josiah. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Sedley could barely hear his father’s
quotes, as his penis was now bleeding from the tip of the glans.
Sedley cursed the day he’d
been born a male…his father couldn’t tell if he was aroused if he were a girl!
“But every man is tempted, when he is drawn
away of his own lust and enticed, then when WHACK lust WHACK hath conceived,
WHACK it bringeth forth sin and sin when it is finished WHACK! bringeth forth death!”
As Sedley squirmed, tied as
he was to the woodshed rafters, he realized it would be a long morning.
FEBRUARY 12,
Sedley, finally dressed, and
carrying his books, tramped to school in the snow drifts, munching a bit of
bread that his mother had slipped him.
Sedley’s brothers and sisters had run on
ahead, probably to tell the other children of his shame.
Suddenly Auberon
Goodwin jumped out from behind a tree, and following his example were his
friends Aaron Hopkins and Harold Blankenship.
“Ho, there,
sissy!” Aubrey laughed as he saw
Sedley’s flushed face. His sharp eyes noted a slight pushing on Sedley’s
trousers. “Off to school, are you? I don’t go anymore…I’m a big boy now…”
Sedley breathed calmly. “Will you let me pass, Goodwin?” Auberon’s beautiful grey-green eyes danced as he looked
upon the younger boy, and his friends snickered.
“Or are you going to knock me about and
snowball me as you did last week!” Sedley tried to keep the edge out of his
voice, but it was difficult.
“Oh, no…” Aubrey smiled at
Stuart, showing his teeth. “We just talked to Cecil Redfern,
and he told us about your adventures in his uncle’s haystack last summer…”
Blankenship chortled. “And
your activities behind the tavern on Thursday nights are common knowledge to
the young laborers…Sedley suck, you’re called.
“And Hoppy says you
are also quite the servicer to fellows at the
swimming hole when you sneak away from your father’s chores.”
“So we feel we have some
correcting to do! Sodomite!” Aubrey screamed it out so
the entire countryside could hear it!
The next few moments were a
nightmare. Goodwin, Blankenship and Hopkins advanced upon Sedley, and ripped
off his garments, there in the blistering cold.
Between this and the woodshed
last night, and it would be a miracle Sedley thought, as Blankenship and
Hopkins forced Sedley over a rock, that he did not contracted pneumonia.
Aubrey’s casual laughter
roared in the wind. “We must do this thing quickly, for old Eben’s
woodcart will be passing here soon. And then, for
Sedley, the nightmare became a paradise!
As Blankenship held Sedley’s head, Auberon Goodwin unbuttoned his own breeches
and a long, hard penis came out, and moved into Sedley’s mouth.
Certainly, at the back end, Hopkins, who was an
ugly, pimpled youth, was corn-holing Sedley’s buttocks with great energy, but
to have Aubrey’s glorious erection in Sedley’s mouth was something like he’d
never experienced!
Sedley had had much practice
in that which his fellows had accused him of, and quickly fellated Auberon to a juicy orgasm, and willingly took the other
boys penises in his mouth as well, licking his own fecal matter off Hopkins’s
dick.
Just before Auberon threw Sedley his clothes and ran off, he whispered
“Come to my stable this
FEBRUARY 12,
Septimus Pilge was a fat man…obese, and certainly unbathed. “When thou art not swilling spirits, thou art
feeding your face, and when you are not eating you seem to be talking.”
After his agnostic father had
made these observations, he’d offered to pay his son’s way to be an ordained
minister.
Then, after Pilge had been
expelled from
Horrified at the anticipation
of his impending participation in
agrarian enterprises, the young idealist dove in the sea just as the
ship floated into the
To Pilge’s relief, his indenturer
took one look at the pallid corpulent young drunkard, tore up the indenturement papers, and walked off in disgust.
Now Pilge surfaced several
colonies later in that other great occupation where one runs at the mouth
instead of lifting at the back…that of a village schoolmaster.
It had its moments of
pleasure, but often they seemed fleeting.
Pilge had just thrashed Mary Calhoun’s
buttocks, her bloomers pulled down for all the snickering class to see…for
making an error in her hornbook spelling lesson.
Certainly Pilge had enjoyed
this, and was still smirking as he watched her sob at her place, the tears drowning the marks
she made on her slate, as poor Mary re-did the hornbook lesson.
Pilge took a surreptitious
swig from a small bottle as he turned to the blackboard.
Young Felgate’s
Latin construe was awful, but he was too ugly to make Pilge interested in
punishing him.
Rich Lundell Pherries had slipped Pilge a shilling to ignore his abysmal
work, and spare him the rod…and Pilge needed those shillings to pay his
extensive ale tab
at Juddy’s Tavern.
Perhaps he could assign a study hour and enjoy a perusal of
his French postcards in the outhouse…no, perhaps the angelic pupil Pilge still
hoped to correct might come today.
But alas! The morning was
long…and Pilge’s favorite pupil was not here yet, though his siblings had trickled
in at the right time…where was Pilge’s beautiful boy?
Pilge had been itching to
give the handsome
Sedley Codrington some correction.
Pilge could imagine the
beautiful buttocks as he’d seen the boy prance in and out of his schoolhouse,
but unfortunately, young Codrington was an excellent student and gave scant reason for punishment.
Would Pilge be once again
content only to masturbate and dream of the lad in the schoolyard outhouse?
Pilge pouted…it wasn’t fair.
Perhaps the Emerson boy would make an error…his buttocks were plump, but
serviceable…
But the school door opened,
and in came a somewhat disheveled Sedley Codrington.
Tardiness! Of course! Pilge
smiled.
“So, Sedley Codrington…we are
so grateful that thou graced us with thy presence this morn.” Pilge nodded at
the clock. “We start our lessons at nine o’ clock, where has
thou been?”
The beautiful lad approached
the front of the room, his long lashes demure. “I am so sorry, Master Pilge, I
was assaulted along the road, and snowballed—“
Probably by that troublesome
Goodwin boy and his gang, Pilge thought. But Pilge’s penis began swelling under
his tremendous bulk.
“A likely story! Thou
were perhaps idling along a bit. Proverbs
The young man looked steadily
at Pilge. “Yes, my father quotes this to me often, Sir. I made haste to be here
and I am at the top of the class in my studies—“
Pilge laughed harshly, his
penis now almost bursting.
“So thou expects
special treatment because of thy studies? Did thou study last night? Can thou
construe the Latin lesson in Virgilius Maurus that I assigned last night?”
Pilge knew that Sedley hadn’t
studied the translation at all…as Pilge had masturbated for much of the
previous evening, staring through a knot hole in the woodshed at the bound
youth.
Pilge had darted off just
after enjoying Josiah’s whipping of Sedley’s penis, and was still a bit
stiff…but he would take it out of the boy.
“No sir.” Sedley said,
flushing. “I was unable to—“
“Ah, the genius does not need
to study!” Pilge laughed, and the class laughed with him. Pilge looked
longingly at his rattan cane on the desk. Oh yes…it’s almost time for us to
unite as we did on Mary Calhoun’s bum!
“So how is your arithmetic, Codrington..if thou are so smart?”
Pilge grinned, his yellow teeth an un-stunning match for his jaundiced triple
chins.
“Can thou—without the slate, divide 582 by 12?
If thou hast no need for study—“ “No, sir, I can do
it.” Sedley said hesitatingly.
Pilge smiled nastily.
“But I must punish thou for thy lateness. Take
down thy breeches and bend over the desk. If thy can do this problem whilst I
correct thee, I shall not punish you for your failure to study your Latin.”
The old pervert was in his
glory as he continued:
“Should thou make an error, I
will keep thee in after school for two weeks, which would anger thy father,
methinks. Agreed?” Pilge knew that Sedley would do anything to not incur his
father’s wrath.
“Agreed, Master Pilge—I-I am
to do mental arithmetic while being flogged.” The boy’s acceptance seemed dull.
Pilge smiled, his golden
teeth shining in the wintry morning. “Yes indeed.”
The fat schoolmaster pointed
at Sedley’s crotch. “Breeches down, please.”
Sedley was horrified. “Breeches—down? In front of the school?”
Pilge tried hard to keep from
laughing. Oh, how he would pull his penis over this later. “Now, or I keep thou
in until
Pilge noted Sedley’s face
turning bright red. Several of the older girls were laughing with contempt, and
the boy shamefacedly undid his breeches and under things and dropped them to
his knees.
Sedley’s penis was erect, and
the class roared. Pilge pointed to the table, and Sedley bent across it.
Pilge’s penis bounced again as he noticed that the boy was weeping.
Pilge lifted his beloved
rattan cane, but not before taking another swig of currant wine. “Now sir. Five hundred and eighty-two by
twelve. Commence!”
Sedley bit his lip. “12 times
20 is two hundred and forty” WHACK! Pilge’s rattan
cane resounded across the curving buttocks, leaving a long red welt. Sedley
gritted his teeth, and Pilge could see him trying to concentrate.
“And 582 minus 240 is three hundred and forty two.” As Sedley finished that
sentence, Pilge’s cane hit the tender spot just beneath the boy’s buttocks and
above his thighs. Sedley screamed.
“Get to thy mathematics!”
roared Pilge as he slashed the boy’s buttocks three more times with one hand,
while massaging his private parts through his pocket with the other.
Sedley’s voice came up.
“P-put two hun-hundred and
forty (WHACK!) into three hundred forty-two again, and WHACK WHACK WHACK it leaves one hundred
and two WHACK WHACK WHACK
and five times twelve WHACK is sixty WHACK and—p-please stop, Master PILGE—“
Pilge stopped for a moment to
survey the boy’s now quite battered rear end, covered in weals,
welts and scars, and Sedley finished the math quickly.
“102 minus 60 is 42, and 3
times twelve is thirty-six…remainder of six…so 20 plus 20 plus five plus 3 is
48 with a remainder of six, sir.”
Pilge’s Uncle Algernon had
once refused his hopeful nephew employment in the family general store after
finding the young PILGE “too stupid to make change from a sixpence” and so Pilge
decided to give Sedley the benefit of the doubt…
“Fine, thou has escaped thy detention…but for the rest of the day, thou
whilst stand naked in the corner, wearing the pointed Dunce cap!”
It was quite a bad day for
Sedley Codrington!
“Miles! Just a moment
please!” Miles Wallace looked around,
annoyed as the new master, Mr. Codrington was
beckoning to him. Jonas, Miles’s brother shook his
head.
“What on earth is he bothering you for? Class
is dismissed…but he’s been staring at you for a week, Miles. Hurry up, after we do chores we can meet up at Abner
Doubleday’s farm, he has a new ball game he wanted to show us.”
Miles snorted. “Anything that
Doubleday comes up with is probably not going to last. I think I’d better talk
to Mr. Codrington…he may be upset about the spitball fight we had this
morning.”
Jonas shook his tawny head as
he walked out. Miles knew Jonas had a filthy mind and was quite more cynical
than his older brother.
True, Jonas had spotted
Codrington watching Miles and the other boys swimming nude in the river several
times the month before.
Also true, Jonas was always nudging Miles to
point out how the young teacher stared at him in class…but Jonas had a
suspicious nature.
Miles walked up to the
smiling young teacher after the rest of the class left.
Miles rather liked Mr.
Codrington; he was such an improvement on old Pilge, who had been dismissed
from schoolteaching the previous June after being
caught having extramarital relations with a goat in Tanner Dill’s barn.
Mr. Codrington was gentle and
patient with the class, and never seemed to use the cane, though it was always
on prominent display.
Occasionally he rapped a child’s knuckles with
a ferrule, but almost always did it in such a light way that he was quite
popular, if not always obeyed.
“Miles…I must speak to you…I
trust I am not keeping you from your chores, boy?” Sedley Codrington smiled
gently. “I know there’s lots to do over there.”
“No Mr. Codrington, Father is
quite liberal about allowing Jonas and Sarah and I to have a bit of leisure
before we go home.
Is there something the matter?” Miles looked
strangely at the older man. He knew Codrington was only about twenty-five, and
just out of the University. Perhaps he was lonely.
“Miles, I was a boy myself,
and I understand the restlessness that comes on, but I was deeply grieved to
see you throwing spitballs at your younger brother.
It disrupts the classroom, and it’s not the
first time you’ve not paid attention.” Sedley Codrington seemed to be quite
sad. “I feel I must punish you, Miles.”
“Oh! How odd, sir. Usually,
Mr. Pilge punished us immediately after we offended. Do you want to thrash me?
I understand, and I’m heartily sorry for my actions.”
Miles was quite puzzled…he
did not imagine that Codrington would hit very hard, as Miles was eighteen
himself, and quite tall and muscular, taller in fact than Sedley Codrington.
Miles was only in school, in
fact, because Father wished him to get some practice at ciphering, accounts and
bills of lading as it would be needed when Miles took over the sawmill in a few
years.
“Miles, I think you are much
too thoughtful and considerate a lad to really benefit from me giving you a
whipping.”
Sedley Codrington breathed
hard as he said next,
“Besides, you are such a big, and
fit lad that I hardly think I could do much damage, as I once saw at the
swimming hole, you are rather big all over.”
Yes, Jonas would have quite a
bit to say over that comment, Miles thought. “Do you want me to write Latin
lines, sir? Or do some chores? I could cut wood for the coming winter, more
even, than the punishment would take.
I know the younger children
like to gather by the stove, and some are too poor to contribute wood.” Like in
many schoolhouses, those who brought the most wood were allowed to sit closest
to the stove, and Miles had often thought this unfair.
Sedley Codrington’s
eyes glistened as he spoke his next words: “Miles, you are a generous boy, and
quite sensitive…that’s why I thought the ultimate punishment for your
recklessness with the spitballs this morn would be if you punished ME.”
Miles blinked his eyes. “Sir?”
The young schoolmaster handed
Miles the cane. “I want you to give me a thrashing, Miles.
It will put you in mind of
what it’s like to be a schoolmaster, and how difficult it is to control
disobedient boys.” As Miles watched in astonishment, Codrington took off his
jacket and lay it on the chair.
He then undid his breeches!
Then, Sedley Codrington lay
across the desk, his bare buttocks on display while the breeches bunched around
his stockings. “Go ahead, Miles. Give me a whipping…it will do you good, son.”
To Miles’s horror, Codrington’s penis was full and erect underneath the man’s
slim stomach.
Miles later asked himself why
he’d not bolted at this time.
Surely he could have gone straight to Deacon
Grimes and called a school-board meeting…
But Miles did not. Instead,
he raised the cane and landed it lightly on Sedley Codrington’s
bare buttocks.
“No, Miles!” the teacher
spoke loudly. “You will not realize the gravity of your actions today unless
you hurt yourself by hurting me seriously…you know it will hurt you far more
than it hurts me.”
“Yes Sir. That is what Father
would tell me before he gave me a whipping, that it hurt him more than it hurt
me…very well!”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Miles
put his beef into it. The cane fell four more times, and then Miles looked in
horror at his teacher’s welted bottom.
My God, if Codrington
complains, I might be hanged! But Sedley Codrington was breathing in and out
quickly. “Continue, Miles! Make this a whipping to remember, sir!”
“Are you sure—“ But the teacher’s arm was waving, and so what else was
Miles to do? WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The cane rose and fell eleven times
before Miles tossed it down in exhaustion.
Sedley Codrington’s
buttocks were covered in welts now—fresh and blistering.
Twice Miles’s
cane had hit the young man’s scrotum from the back, and there were welts there
as well. A splinter of rattan was embedded in Codrington’s
left buttock, and Miles could tell that the young man was sobbing.
“I (sob) hope (Sob) you’ve
learned your lesson, boy!” But Miles could see that Codrington was rubbing his
penis against the desk with alacrity…and suddenly, Miles was mad.
“Learned my lesson? You are
some sort of pervert! My brother was right about you! This is your enjoyment is
it not?”
Miles reached over and
grabbed Sedley by the ear and dragged the young teacher to his feet, and
watched with some satisfaction as the man stumbled about with his breeches
bunched round his ankles.
“Look at your private part! I
know why it’s large!”
Miles picked up the rattan cane again and
swatted Sedley across the tip of his penis hard, and the young man squealed,
but the penis did not look as if there was any sign of abating the erection.
“I-I’m so sorry, Miles…you
are right…I did enjoy this!” Sedley Codrington sobbed. “I-I should be punished
further—“
“And you will!” Miles ground
his teeth and took the cane and began whacking Sedley across the buttocks.
“Take off your breeches and
dance for me!” As Miles slashed at Sedley’s shoulders, hips buttocks and
thighs, the teacher undressed completely and began jumping about, awkwardly.
Then Miles grabbed Sedley by
the shoulder and brought Sedley behind his own desk. Miles opened a deep drawer
and grabbed Sedley’s penis and testicles, shoving them in the drawer. “Lean on
the drawer, sinner!” Miles roared.
SLAM! Miles shut the drawer
on Sedley’s groin and the schoolmaster screamed SLAM! Miles shut the drawer
again, harder, and Sedley burst into tears.
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
Finally, Miles opened the drawer, and to his disgust, the teacher had had a
greasy orgasm all over the contents of the drawer.
Miles backed off and scowled
at the teacher. “What will you do to make up for your sins, Codrington?”
And later Miles wondered why
he’d not backed off when the young teacher had fallen to his knees and undid Miles’s own breeches, and taken Miles’s
lengthening private part in his own mouth….
THE END
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