To recap: in a remote Scottish college of further education in the 1960s, the two principal students, John and Susan, both 23 years old and in their fifth year, had been given the responsibility for carrying out caning of students who misbehaved or broke any rules. Both John and Susan were good at sports and had athletic physiques. John was 5 foot 11 with short brown hair. Susan was 5 foot 7 with straight blonde hair reaching down to the top of her medium size breasts. They were both confident intelligent students. John was a little quieter and more thoughtful, while Susan was more gregarious and naturally very caring. Coming from remote Scottish villages, most students, including John and Susan, had little or no experience of sex. Most had never even seen another naked person.
Now they were meeting together in Susan's private rooms at the end of the term to discuss the new arrangements. So far they had both been engrossed in talking about their own personal sexual histories. Now they were about to share their experience of actually carrying out the caning. To their surprise they had each discovered within themselves a very kinky, even sadistic pleasure in wielding the cane.
It was beginning to get dark outside on the cold wintery day. "I'll make us a pot of tea and then we ought to get down to actually talking about how we've got on with the caning" said Susan. She turned on the table lamp in the corner of the room, which was less harsh than the ceiling light, and set about making a pot of tea. John stood and looked thoughtfully out of the window at the darkening landscape as he mulled over what they had been saying. He was worried about his own sexuality after having been wanked by a male teacher in his first year. But he'd been excited hearing about Susan's sexual encounters both with boys and with girls. He closed the curtains and sat back down as Susan laid out the teacups, milk, sugar, and tea on the table in front of the small sofa.
John broke the silence. "You keep saying I'm not a homosexual, but I haven't told you everything yet."
"I know you're worried about that word," said Susan, ", especially as it's illegal. Even if you are they can't lock you up for thinking things. As I said, I think a lot of people are sexually aroused by both men and women. If this place is anything to go by, it's quite common."
"Well, I'd better tell you about the caning," I said John. "It took a while to get used to. I don't know about you but they all called me 'Sir' which felt a bit strange as we're only a few years older?"
"Yes, they all called me 'Miss'," said Susan, "I think the teachers tell them to."
"At first it was very straight-forward," John continued, "they'd come in and I'd lock the door as Professor Craddock had told us, to prevent interruptions. I'd get to say what rules they'd broken. Then I'd get them to strip naked."
"Yes of course," interrupted Susan, "you were getting them to strip completely naked to be caned weren't you."
"Yes I did. Then they'd bend over, straight legs, hands on their knees, staring straight ahead. I've got three canes on the wall same as you have here, so I'd tell them to stare at those. Then I'd carefully select a cane, taking lots of time like the Professor told us, to really let them get scared. I wasn't expecting that caning the boys would have any effect on me, I mean sexually, but after the first two or three boys, I think it was the feeling of power, when I was standing there fully clothed with the cane in my hand, seeing their naked penises and thrashing their backsides, I found that I was getting an erection in my trousers each time."
"I guess the boys were all different shapes and sizes?" asked Susan. She was trying to get John to open up a bit about his experience, but she was also curious, imagining all the naked boys.
"Yes, very different," John responded, not thinking that Susan was asking about their penises. "Tall, short, dark or fair, all sorts really. There's one boy, he's been twice in the past few weeks, and he's like a bear. He's taller than me with broad shoulders, dark curly hair and thick hair all down his chest and back. He's only in the second year but he's a big lad."
"And his erm... you know" asked Susan with a slight smile, "is that in proportion as well?"
"Actually, yes. First time I saw it hanging there between his legs I felt quite inadequate. It's longer and thicker than mine. Thankfully, he didn't object to the caning, I'm sure he could have overpowered me but he just took it as fair punishment, he hardly flinched. And thankfully he's one of the boys who didn't get an erection during the caning."
"So do some of them actually get an erection, like Professor Craddock said?" Susan asked a little too eagerly.
"Yes, not all but a few of them do. Usually starts after the first couple of strokes of the cane and they start to swell. But some of the boys get full-on erections. Excitement and flow of blood to the area, like the Professor said I suppose."
There was a pause while Susan found herself imagining these naked boys with hard cocks, wondering yet again what it would be like if she was allowed to cane the boys. "And what do the other boys look like, apart from the big bear?"
"Well, I don't know about you but most of the boys coming to me are in their first or second year. I guess by the third year they've mostly learnt to keep to the rules. No-one from the fourth or fifth year. So at that age, 18 to 19, they are mostly still fresh faced. Some of them, like that bear, if he had a beard he could probably pass for 30. But some of the boys are skinny and pale and just look like teenagers. In fact, a couple of them were quite short, with such small penises and skinny bodies you would think they were just entering adolescence."
John paused a moment considering whether to tell the next bit. "But the first time a boy got a full-on erection in front of me when I caned him, I couldn't help starting at him, bent over staring ahead and his stiff cock sticking out in front of him, I got a full erection in my trousers myself and found myself caning him even harder trying to make his cock wobble when I hit him. And after he'd gone, I....... Oh no, it doesn't matter."
"After he'd gone, what?" asked Susan.
"No, I'd rather not say." Said John.
"Are you saying," asked Susan with a teasing smile, "am I a guessing that after he'd gone you played with yourself?"
John went bright red. He didn't say anything, but he looked sheepishly at her and nodded. Susan was getting very aroused again, imagining the lad with an erection and John masturbating afterwards. "Don't worry," said Susan, "I've done the same". John looked at her with wide eyes.
"So, here's the big question," asked Susan casually as she poured tea into their teacups and handed one to John, "did you ever play with any of them?"
John stared into his teacup going very red. "I can't lie, yes I have done. Twice. The first time was one of the boys who was smaller and looked less confident, I can't remember his name, and he got a full hard-on when I caned him. I think I felt the sense of power even more because he was smaller. He saw me looking at his cock and he said 'I expect you're going to touch it. You can if you want'. I know that the smaller and less confident boys get propositioned more often here at school, so I guess he was already used to being touched."
