Chapter 21: The Ceremony at St Claire’s

The wait seemed interminable. Silence. Nothing to do. Nothing to read. No way to get my mind off what was going to happen to me. Then the bell. I was almost sure it announced the end of the school day. Laughing and screaming in the corridors. Girls running past my door, laughing. Slowly, the noise subsides and silence returns.

The bell sounds again. Was I so wrong about the time? But no, there are steps approaching. But they pass by my door. Silence again. Have lessons recommenced? I am beginning to doubt. Is a wait of another ninety minutes in store?

Approaching steps again. Now they get slower as they come closer. This must be it. Yes. A key is inserted into the lock and turned. The door opens. All four prefects and Isabella are outside the open door, looking serious. Isabella comes in.

“It is time. Please step outside the cell.”

I obey. Once outside, two of the prefects stand by my side and take me by the arm. Isabella leads the way, followed by the first prefect, then me being led, with the fourth prefect bringing up the rear. The theatre is not far from my cell, but it takes about five minutes at the measured, deliberate pace that Isabella adopts. I can smell the two prefects’ perfume. And I know that the wank I had earlier was in vain. I can feel how the blood rushes into my penis.

We are outside the fateful door leading to the stage. I recognise it from this morning. Isabella stops and listens at the door. I am trying so hard to get my erection down - but it’s no use. The muffled voice of the headmistress is audible, but I cannot make out what it says. Then silence.

Isabella opens the door carefully and peeks in. She then opens it wide, holds it open for us and waves us in. The four prefects take me onto the stage, where I see the headmistress, Mr Frost and Sue Lockwood. There is also a St Andrew’s Cross and a number of chairs and stools.

The two prefects holding me turn me to face the auditorium. There is a sea of faces ... the youngest girls seem to be at the front, and so on according to age, but I work that out later. There is not an empty seat in the house, with some girls having to stand in the back. The headmistress has been addressing them and now continues:

“You will all agree that, given the offences I just outlined, Mr Danvers needs to be punished severely. Today is the first of two punishment ceremonies he will undergo. The second will be at his old place of employment, Chatterley. Today, he will be punished by Miss Lockwood, Mr Frost and 13 pupil volunteers. We had over fifty applications from the sixth form, sorry we were not able to accommodate you all. The 13 pupils who have been selected have been undergoing training and are seated in aisle seats so that they can come to the stage quickly and without fuss.

Mr Danvers will receive the following punishments:

As you know, first Mr Danvers will be given orders designed to humiliate him. These have been submitted by many of you and selected by Miss Lockwood. Those who suggested them - you know who you are in in what sequence you can read out your order! An over the knee spanking by two volunteers from the Lower Sixth, Melanie and Stephanie. They will give him 20 slaps each on his bare buttocks. His penis will then have pain inflicted by three student volunteers who have been specifically trained for this purpose this afternoon and who are distinguished by their long and sharp fingernails! 50 cane strokes with the number 5 cane on his buttocks in sets of ten given by three pupil volunteers and Mr Frost and Miss Lockwood. 100 whip lashes on his back given by Miss Lockwood with the number 3 whip. 20 whip lashes on his back with the bullwhip, given by Miss Lockwood. Electroshock treatment to his nipples, testicles, penis and rectum, the intensity of which the audience will control by clapping. Ten kicks to his testicles given by five volunteer pupils in sets of two.

Mr Danvers will thereafter remain tied to the St Andrew’s Cross and girls are invited to inspect him closely. They are allowed to touch but should ask the Head Girl for permission to inflict any additional pain. She will only untie him once the theatre is completely empty, so please be patient, your turn will come!”

I was expecting bad, but this is worse than the worst that I imagined!

1. Humiliation 101

“As we haven’t got all night, we should now commence. Miss Lockwood will provide a commentary and generally lead through the rest of the ceremony. I will return to my chair to enjoy the show!”

A few girls laugh ... not that many, though. The headmistress hands the mic to Miss Lockwood and sits down in the first row.

“Ok, so I would now like Steph to read out the first order for Mr Danvers, please!”

A diminutive girl in the third row got up and piped: “Please take off your jacket and turn around a few times!”

I take off my jacket but do not know where to put it. I hand it to one of the prefects. I then turn around. Laughter in the audience.

The next girl’s turn: “Take off your shirt now!”

I take off my shirt and hand it to the prefect. Miss Lockwood comments: “Not exactly Arnold Schwarzenegger, is he?” Quite a bit of laughter, as I blush profusely.

Clearly, my lack of muscle has been well-known in advance, as the next little voice asks me to flex my biceps. I do, causing great hilarity.

And so it continues. I have to take off my trousers next, of course. The erection, which was visible before, but not obvious, cannot be denied now. My boxers form a tent. Again, laughter. This time, I have to do twenty squats ... not very dignified.

Then, inevitably, the boxers have to come off. I decide to be matter of fact about it and just slide them off. The prefects pretend not to want them, until one takes them, with very long fingers, holding them with her nails, essentially and tiptoeing out, making a disgusted face. The crowd roars.

I have not noticed, but the Headmistress has got up and wants to say something. Of course, Sue reverentially turns to her.

“I would suggest that he next do pushups. If he manages ten, the humiliation session is over. For each additional pushup we deduct one lash with the bullwhip, so that should really motivate him!”

The crowd cheered at this suggestion. I didn’t get my hopes up - I was not very sporty, and my upper body strength - well, least said. But I got down into position, sideways to the audience so they got the full benefit of my penis sticking down. The Headmistress had probably expected that the penis head would hinder my pushups - but my penis has always been more parallel to my body than sticking out, so it was not too bad. However, after three pushups I could feel my strength ebbing away, I managed another, and another, but then I just couldn’t go on. The humiliation session would continue, and I would get the full 20 bullwhip lashes. If only, rather than joining the gym and paying the subscription, I had actually done some exercise!

“Too bad, but thanks for trying”, giggled Sue Lockwood. “We now have a special treat in store. We recently had a cinematic projector installed that is capable of projecting footage from VHS tape onto our cinema screen. This state-of-the art technology will now be demonstrated for the first time, using footage from security cameras installed in our holding cell and cut and prepared by the members of the AV club - make yourselves known, girls! (a number of nerdy looking girls wearing silly director’s caps get up, grinning, and look around the auditorium) who have been watching the feed from the cameras and cutting the material into an almost professional little film right until the beginning of our ceremony.”

I have a bad feeling about this. Is she saying what I think she’s saying? Had the AV club girls be watching me all the time I was in my cell? The cell which I thought I was private in?

The screen is being wound down by a member of the AV club. I am still standing centre-stage, and two of the prefects move me to the side of the stage so that I do not obstruct the view of the screen. The projector is started ... the picture shows footage that was clearly used by the drama club of a production of a Shakespeare play ... odd. Then the picture flickers and disappears, is replaced by static. Suddenly there is me, lying on my bed in my cell, wearing my overalls. The picture is in black and white - clearly, the camera used infrared light. The resolution as very good for 1986. I know what is about to happen, I remember. It’s excruciating. I, along with hundreds of girls, watch me unzip my overalls and take out my stiff penis. I rub it a little bit, then stop and get out of my overalls. I then lie down again and start stroking slowly. I use my usual technique: both hands, quick rubbing motion. The girls watch me on the huge screen, mesmerised, with some giggles, some guffaws. The me on the screen comes to screams of delight and laughter from the audience, particularly as I am cleaning myself with toilet paper. I am mortified. To watch oneself do something so private and intimate along with hundreds of others on a huge screen is truly degrading.

Mercifully the film stops now. My second wanking session, just this afternoon, is not shown. Probably not enough time to cut it for the AV club. But something that is hanging over me...

2. Over the knee(s)

The humiliation session is now over. Well, sort of. Two girls my age are coming onto the stage. I remember that they are going to give me a hand spanking. The prefects are by my side again, take an arm each and lead me to the centre of the stage, between two chairs.

Miss Lockwood continues to provide the commentary: ‘We are moving to point 2 of the agenda - a hand spanking. Most of you have witnessed the punishment of St Cuthbert boys before, but for the benefit of those who have not I must explain something about escalations that are only applicable to boys. Developing (or having) an erection during punishment means an automatic escalation resulting in the potential doubling of the punishment, with the alternative that the boy masturbate in front of the disciplinarian so as to bring the erection down. For Mr Danvers we have changed these rules somewhat (after all, we have all seen him masturbate already!): while he has an erection, any punishment will first be inflicted on his erect penis. If that ends the erection, the punishment is halted and the planned punishment proceeded with. These rules will apply throughout the ceremony today. As you can see, Mr Danvers still has a prominent erection. He is due to be spanked over the knee of, in alphabetical order, Melanie and Stephanie. Melanie will therefore now give him up to 20 lashes on his penis with the no. 1 whip. She asked for the whip rather than use her hand. Should the ‘problem’ persist once it is Stephanie’s turn, she will administer up to 20 slaps to his penis with her hand.”

The crowd are cheering at this.

The prefects lead me to stand sideways in front of the first girl, Melanie, now seated on the chair. One of the other prefects hands her the small no. 1 whip. Sue gives the word (“Go if you’re ready!”) and she brings the whip down on my shaft. It is humiliating, also somewhat exciting, but not very painful. Though I’m a ‘grower’, I am lucky to have quite a lot of foreskin, so that it covers my glans even when I’m erect almost completely. Sue notices this and, half way through the 20 lashes, tells Melanie to stop.

“The most sensitive area of the penis is the glans - and that seems covered by skin. Isabella, can you please pull it back for me?” The head girl approaches me and, without hesitation, grabs hold of my penis with one hand, yanking the foreskin back further than is comfortable. My glans now fully exposed, Melanie starts whipping my penis again, now focusing on that most sensitive area. Still, the pain, such as it is, is bearable, and certainly does nothing to make my erection go down! So after another ten moderately unpleasant lashes, I have to get down over Melanie’s knee, or rather, as it should really more accurately be described, her thighs. The material of the St Claire’s school uniform skirt is not as coarse as Harris Tweed, but not far off, and as I settle myself on her lap Isabella makes sure that my penis is pointing towards my feet. This is unpleasant enough at the best of times, but on this occasion it is particularly chafing, with my foreskin down and my glans and penis rubbing against the harsh material. My discomfort is such that I do not even notice that she Melanie has started to spank me, and that’s not because she isn’t doing a good job. Far from it! By spank number 5 my cheeks are beginning to burn, but wriggling my bottom only chafes my penis further. So this is not very pleasant, borderline painful. But as everyone can see when I get off her lap, my erection is just as big as it was before. Just the glans is a little red.