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?"
FEBRUARY, 12, 1760 6:45 a.m.
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, 8:45 a.m.
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." Hopkins nodded his greasy head enthusiastically.
"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 midnight, for your services may still be required. While the other boys were not looking, Auberon kissed Sedley resoundingly on the mouth.
FEBRUARY 12, 9:30 a.m.
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 Cambridge Divinity School after being compromised with a fellow seminarian, he'd escaped censure and several pregnant girlfriends by signing for passage to the New World as an indentured servant.
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 Carolinas, but was fished out in time to meet his host.
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.
