Glengreave College

Glengreave College was a college of further education set in the remote highlands of Scotland in the 1950s and 60s. The college, set in a crumbling ancient building, was home to around 120 students specialising mostly in engineering, bookkeeping or the classics. Students arrived at age 18 and studied for three years, or five years for those who went on to advanced studies. Students slept in dormitories of four to six, while the senior student representatives had private rooms of their own, consisting of a small living room with kitchenette and separate bedroom.

By 1965 the college had had the same Principal for over thirty years, an elderly religious man, who insisted that strict rules of behaviour and morality were observed. Prior to 1970 in the UK anyone under 21 years of age was not considered an adult and the college still operated a system of corporal punishment, or caning, for any student misbehaving or breaking rules.

However the Principal was short-sighted in every sense of the word and not aware of what went on in the building. Being quite isolated and with few visitors, the college had become a hotbed of sexual experimentation and pleasure seeking for students enjoying their first time away from their parents. Though isolated, the naïve and innocent students were well aware of the sexual revolution taking place elsewhere in the 'swinging sixties' and many were curious to experience erotic pleasures themselves. Many of the staff were elderly and conservative but there were also youthful staff members. These included a cock-loving Italian house-mistress and her muscular Greek husband, who was classics professor and sports coach, both in their mid-thirties.

John and Susan's story

John and Susan were the senior student representatives for the girls and boys at the college. Their duties were to consult with students and liaise with the Principal over any matters which affected students. John was tall, brown-haired and athletic. Susan was average height for a girl, slim and sporty with long fair hair, often in a pony-tail. In the beginning of the Autumn term of their fifth year the Principal, Professor Craddock, summoned them to his office.

After sitting them down the Principal began, "You may not have heard but the sports-coach, Mr Christos, along with his wife, known at school as Miss Gambatti, have left the college unexpectedly. You will be aware that it was he who had responsibility for administering corporal punishment. In previous years I have carried out this task myself but my strength no longer enables me to exercise a sufficient level of force. I have asked members of staff if anyone would be willing to take on this responsibility and no-one has volunteered. Under such circumstances it falls to the two senior students and I'm hoping that you two, being both conscientious and athletic young people, will be willing to take this on?"

John and Susan looked at each other and considered the request for a moment before accepting.

The Principal continued: "Thank you, I was hoping you would accept. The procedure is simple. Students for punishment will be sent to your individual private rooms. You will previously have received a note from the professor stating the misdemeanour. When the student enters your room you should lock the door to prevent any interruption.

"Firstly you will ask them to tell you what it is they have done wrong, to be clear that they fully understand why they are being punished. They should adopt the position, bending forward with straight legs and their hands on their knees, looking straight ahead. I will provide you with a selection of canes and I have found it useful to have these mounted on the wall. This gives the student something on which to focus their attention and is a reminder of why they are there. They should of course be suitably un-clothed so that the cane encounters bare flesh."

John and Susan looked at each other raising their eyebrows in surprise as Professor Craddock continued.

"I recommend that from the moment the student enters, you should remain aloof. Pace slowly around the room, swishing the cane to emphasise your authority. Once they have adopted the position, take time before commencing to allow the student to ponder the gravity of the situation and the pain they are about to experience. Part of the purpose of corporal punishment is to act as a deterrent against future infringements. I have found the anticipation of pain to be a powerful deterrent."

Professor Craddock paced slowly up and down as he spoke.

"When you are ready to start, take up a position one yard to the side of the bare buttocks, pull your arm right back and administer the first blow as hard as you can across the centre of the buttocks. This will almost certainly result in a sharp intake of breath from the student. Do not carry out the second strike immediately, but wait to increase the anticipation.

"As you continue, some students will remain stoic but you will encounter others who sob uncontrollably or who cry out loudly for you to stop. You should refrain from answering save to tell them that if they do not remain silent a further six strikes will be added.

"After three blows you are to pause and ask the student whether they intend ever again to carry out their particular infringement of the rules. Hopefully they will confirm that they do not. Do not yourselves become distracted by redness or even blood appearing on the buttocks. The punishment must be completed. Pausing, you may then carry out a further two strikes before asking the same question again before the final sixth strike. Only after six strikes may the student stand up, dress and leave."

Finally Professor Craddock left them with one further comment which opened their eyes even further. "I must also warn you," he said, "that some recipients of the cane may accidentally become sexually aroused before or during the procedure. This is entirely due to a rush of blood to the genitals. Certain administers of the cane have in the past also become sexually aroused themselves. Do not under any circumstances act upon such impulses or you yourselves might become subject to caning."

Throughout all of this John and Susan were taking in the enormity of what they had just agreed to do. The Principal's description was vivid. When accepting they hadn't appreciated that they would be inflicting severe pain on fellow students. Nor that they would be seeing naked flesh.

The principal then told them he would make all the necessary arrangements and they would be informed when their services were required. He suggested that the three of them meet up at the end of the first term to review how arrangements were going. And so that is what happened; it was agreed that at intervals John and Susan would receive notification they were to administer Corporal punishment.

Three months later towards the end of the autumn term they were summoned again to the principal's office. However, as they sat outside waiting, they were informed by his secretary that he had been detained elsewhere and it was suggested that the two of them meet alone in their rooms to discuss their experiences. And that is how it happened that John and Susan met in Susan's private rooms on a wintery Saturday afternoon.

As John sat on the small sofa, Susan made two mugs of cocoa on the small stove in the corner and then they sat together. They knew each other fairly well and had almost dated in their second year but had decided instead to be good friends. They met every few months and found that they could talk freely with each other about almost anything.

"So how have you found it?" asked John. "How many have you had?".

"To be honest, it took me awhile to get used to it. I've had nineteen so far. It seems a bit strange as we are only a few years older than them," replied Susan. "I've never considered myself a violent person."

"I know what you mean," said John. "I've never hit anybody in my life. I've had twenty-five this term. But I must say, strangest thing but I've felt my confidence growing. And not just when inflicting the cane but all the time, I felt more, well, confident during the day. I'm surprised you've had that many though I assumed girls would be much better behaved?"

"Maybe you're right, but I think there are additional rules for girls about the dress code and you know how much girls like to dress up and wear jewellery!"

There was a pause as they sipped their hot drinks and then, with a thoughtful expression on her face Susan blurted out, "Remember what the Prof said about what happens to some people, you know accidentally, when you're carrying out the caning? I was wondering, as well as feeling more confident and stronger, have you ever felt more, well... excited? Stimulated?"

John looked at her with a quizzical look on his face, "what are you getting at?"

She looked him meaningly in the eye, "I mean have you ever felt at all... sexually aroused?"

They stared deeply at each other for several moments in silence, taking in each other's expression. It was John who broke the silence. "Yes. I would never have admitted it if you hadn't asked, but yes I have. The sense of power seems to be a kind of aphrodisiac."

"Wouldn't it be funny if I caned the boys and you caned the girls," laughed Susan, "then we'd have a reason to be aroused."

They paused again, she imagining the boys with their trousers down and he thinking of girls with no knickers. They sat for a moment, embarrassed, sipping Cocoa and looking down at the carpet as these vivid images went through their minds.

This time it was Susan who spoke. "So how do you go about it, I mean what do you do when they come into your room?"

"Well I do it just like Professor Craddock said. They come in, I lock the door, I get them to say what they've done and make sure it agrees with what's on the slip of paper. Then I get them to undress and..."

Susan interrupted, "undress? You mean pull down their trousers?"

"No, undress. Everything."

Susan stared at him open mouthed. "But I thought the professor just told us to bare their buttocks?"

John was silent for a moment as he considered what she was saying. "Is that what he said? I've always thought caning was carried out naked?"

"Whatever made you think that?"

John suddenly became very introspective, staring into his mug and going very red. "What's the matter?" Asked Susan. She could tell John was feeling quite disturbed so she put a hand on his shoulder, "it's okay, you can tell me."

She waited patiently as John took his time. Eventually he looked apprehensively at her and spoke; "I've never told anyone but when I first came here, in my first term, I was caned for forgetting to do my homework on time."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, there are so many rules here it's difficult not to break one occasionally." Susan mulled over his answer. "And is that why you think caning has to be done naked? Did he make you take all your clothes off?"

"Actually, it wasn't just a he. It was that Greek man Mr Christos and his Italian wife the house mistress both together. I remember when I went into their rooms realising how big and strong he looked and he was holding the cane, I felt very intimidated, and his wife, well you remember her, she was very beautiful. I remember that she was wearing a really short skirt like she usually wore and a blouse that seemed incredibly tight and was unbuttoned further than normal. So I went inside, they locked the door, and then he ordered me to take off all my clothes."

John was looking almost tearful as he carried on. "I couldn't believe what they were saying but I was new here and I just did as I was told. I stopped when I got down to my underpants, but he told me to take those off as well. I was so embarrassed taking them off in front of another man and even more so with a woman. I can remember thinking to myself that nobody has ever seen me naked before and I've got to undress and be caned in front of this beautiful woman."

Susan sidled up closer to him and put her arm fully around his shoulder and her other hand on his knee. "Oh John, that must've been awful. Did it really hurt, which of them actually caned you?"

"He carried out the caning and she explained that as the house mistress she was there to make sure I was okay and not too upset. It felt weird bending over, being completely naked with her in the room, and both of them fully clothed. They both kept looking at me and I could see she was looking at my.. my penis. Then she stood by and watched as he struck me hard with the cane three times. Yes, it really hurt. But she seemed to have a sort of excited expression on her face as she watched, like she was enjoying seeing me getting caned, being naked. She was king of breathing deeply and biting her bottom lip as she watched."

He paused again as he recollected the events. "Then after three strokes he got me to say I wouldn't do it again. And then it was bizarre, she came over to me and started stroking my hair and my back saying, don't worry it's okay. It will be over soon. And it was so strange, he kept muttering things under his breath, saying things like 'pain and pleasure, after pain there must be pleasure'."

Although this was clearly distressing for John to relate, Susan found herself being turned on by the thought of John, naked, being caned, and the woman apparently being turned on as she watched. Having carried out canings herself this term she realised that perhaps she could understand Miss Gambatti's expression. Although they'd never dated she'd always fancied John physically and thinking of him naked was making her horny. But she realised that right now it was more important to be supportive to him as a friend.

"Then he gave me two more hard strokes and again I was sure she was enjoying watching, she was staring at my backside as he hit me. The Professor was right, the caning was sending blood to my...my penis and it was starting to swell. And whenever I flinched it wobbled from side to side and I could see her looking at it. I was really embarrassed. When he stopped I was doing my best to hold back any tears and she came and stood beside me again stroking my back and then.....then she reached underneath me and started stroking my tummy and chest. But her hands kept getting lower and.... And then. Then.... then she touched me."

"Touched your tummy?" asked Susan puzzled.

John looked her in the eye. "No! She touched me. She touched my penis."

Susan's eyes widened as she realised what he was saying. "Oh!"

"Yes. At first I thought it was an accident but then she did it again and this time she actually put her fingers around it and start to stroke it. I was frozen just staring ahead at the wall. And I couldn't help it, she was stroking my penis and it was getting hard. Nobody had ever touched me there before. Soon I had a stiffie and she carried on stroking. She obviously knew exactly what she was doing. Then I heard her husband again muttering under his breath, pain and pleasure. I looked round over my shoulder and I could see him staring at her hand stroking my penis, he was literally licking his lips."

Susan was dumbfounded, completely silent as she took in the enormity of what she was hearing. She also felt guilty that, although the story was horrible, she was getting very turned on by this graphic description, with the image of John naked, being masturbated by the beautiful Miss Gambatti while her husband watched. She remembered she was there to console and hugged John closer to her. "Do carry on if you want to."

John continued, clearly having come to some decision that having started he was going to tell his story. "She carried on stroking and I remember my penis was really hard and her hand felt so good. She was doing it slowly and carefully and she kissed my neck. I just stared ahead wondering how this came about that I was being caned and that I was naked feeling this beautiful woman's hand wanking me."

"Then I felt her hand tighten more firmly around my cock and she asked me, 'does that feel good?' and I said it did. And then I remember realising that while one of her hands was stroking my hair her other hand was also stroking my shoulder and I looked down and was shocked to realise that it was now his hand wanking my cock." John had started off using careful language in front of Susan but as he became more emotional, he was now using the most vulgar terms that came to mind. "That man was wanking my cock."

Susan hugged him all the more but found herself even more turned on by the image of the big Greek man forcibly masturbating John.

John continued: "Miss Gambatti saw the look on my face as I looked down and said to me, 'don't worry, you said it felt good when you thought I was stroking you even though you didn't realise it was my husband. Why should that make any difference if it feels good to you, huh?', and I realised she was right. It had felt good when I thought it was her."

"Then she asked me if I'd ever seen a naked woman and I said no and she said I needed some education to distract me. And then she stood right in front of me right in my view and said she wanted to show me something. And she stood in front of me and lifted her skirt and, and she had no knickers on. She had a big smile on her face as she showed me her, her, herself, there between her legs. She told me again that she wanted to educate me. Then she removed her skirt altogether. And then she began to unbutton her blouse. I remember thinking it looked so tight it was going to burst anyway. And she undid all the buttons one by one and she let it fall completely open and showed me her breasts. She didn't have a bra on. I'd never seen a naked woman before and she was really beautiful. I wasn't really listening but she kept saying I needed to learn. She was rubbing her breasts with her fingers and she took her blouse of altogether. She stood there totally naked in front of me posing like a model, inviting me to look at her tits and her pussy. I'd never seen anything like it in my life and I was looking at her beautiful tits, her nipples pointing out and she was rubbing her pussy between her long legs. And all the time he was still wanking me while she moved closer to me and put one of her breasts right in my face, pushing it against my mouth and telling me to lick her nipple, and so I did, I sucked her tits."

John paused and looked at the floor again. "And how did it end?" asked Susan gently.

"I couldn't help myself," said John. "I came. I spunked all over the carpet. Then she kissed me on the mouth and told me I had done very well. They told me I could get dressed but while I was getting dressed, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. She was still naked and kept telling him that after watching me she felt so horny. They hugged and kissed each other and then she started undressing him and before I even got my trousers on, she pulled his cock out. She kept saying things like. 'look John, look, doesn't my husband have a handsome cock'. She made me go over to him and she put my hand round it and told me to feel what it felt like. She made me wank it and told me because he'd wanked mine I had to wank his, I was in a daze so I just did what they said and I was wanking his cock and it felt hard like mine but bigger. I didn't know how to refuse so I kept wanking it and she got on her knees in front of him and she told me to go faster and then he spunked all over her face and her tits. After that they got interested in each other and she put his cock in her mouth and started licking it as it got soft so I got dressed as quickly as I could, unlocked the door and left."

"Good grief," Said Susan slowly. "That's awful. It must have left a huge mark on you."

"It has. I've never told anyone before, but I can't stop remembering what happened. And I keep wondering whether, whether this means I'm a homosexual. It was his hand that made me come."