By Endorphin
Copyright 2026 by Endorphin, all rights reserved
[2,618 words]
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
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A Good Hiding Can’t Be Hidden!
By Endorphin
Setting The Scene
It’s was a chilly January morning in 1959. In
the English East Midlands town of Lanchester, the boys were returning
to the Sacred Heart Catholic Grammar School for Boys for the first
school day after the Christmas holiday.
The school was well respected in the town for the high academic
standards it achieved and the polite behaviour and good etiquette that
it instilled in its pupils. Reports of boys ‘pushing and
shoving’ to board a bus before an elderly woman, or failure
to open a door for a teacher loaded with books, would inevitably lead
to some form of punishment – for which the school concurred
with the long‑standing motto that ‘the fastest and
most efficient route to an errant boy’s brain is via the
application of significant pain to his bare buttocks’.
The school had a strict policy regarding the boys’ school
Uniform, which they were required to wear smartly and correctly.
Uniform was:
1) A grey collar‑attached button‑down shirt.
2) A school tie, properly tied, knot centred in the wings of the
collar, and the rear part no longer than the front.
3) Grey short trousers whose legs do not touch the knees. It was to be
properly fastened around the waist with a belt and must be totally
hiding the boy’s underwear. The shirt was to be tucked
properly into the shorts.
4) Grey socks reaching up to just below the knee, top edges properly
turned over; the socks must be fully pulled up at all times.
5) Black formal lace-up shoes, properly polished to a shine.
6) Olive Green Blazer with Yellow piping at the edges and the School
Badge on the breast pocket.
7) Optionally a plain Grey Pullover could be warn over the shirt on
colder days.
During the colder months (from Autumn Half-term to Spring Half-Term) an
outer coat may be worn over the blazer, but must be removed and hung on
a hook in the corridor before first entering the form’s
classroom. It may only be worn again to go home after the last lesson,
unless (on that day) special permission was given to the whole class
for some specific reason.
Until the start of the previous school year, boys also had to wear a
school cap at all times when in School Uniform outside the School. In
accordance with good etiquette, they were required to remove it
immediately before entering any building. The Uniform Rules now imposed
no requirement to have a head covering at any time, but the requirement
to remove one on entering a building remained.
Misfortune for Gregory
It being a fairly cold day with a hint in the air that
it might snow, 16-year-old Gregory (Greg) Quincy decided that he needed
more substantial outer clothing than just his blazer. Although, like
most of his classmates, he owned a conventional overcoat, he decided to
wear his black ‘hoodie’ – a garment very
much favoured at that time by teens, like him, for recreational use.
He’d seen other boys occasionally wearing
‘hoodies’ to school without any adverse
consequences; the school seemed to have accepted these trendy garments
as ‘overcoats’ and so he didn’t expect to
have any problems himself.
Greg was well used to wearing his ‘hoodie’ around
town with the hood up – even in hot weather! Not fully
appreciating that the ‘hood’ of his
‘hoodie’ came under the ambit of a ‘head
covering’, although not being an independent item of clothing
like a cap, he walked into the building housing the 5th
Form classrooms with it still hiding his curly brown hair.
Before he reached the clothing hooks outside his classroom (where he
would have removed the entire garment) he was unlucky enough to
encounter Mr Anderson in the corridor. (Mr Anderson was the Deputy Head
with special responsibility for discipline.)
“You know full well Quincy that the School expects exemplary
manners from its pupils. Proper Gentlemen remove their head coverings
on entering any building and this is clearly required of you by the
school’s rules. Why are you still wearing your hood covering
your head although inside the classroom block?” the Deputy
Head demanded.
Greg replied that he was wearing the ‘hoodie’ as it
was so cold outside. He was so used to always using the hood that
he’d almost forgotten it was covering his head and anyway he
was completely unaware that the attached hood counted as if it were an
independent hat.
“That’s no excuse, boy. Report to my Office at the
start of Morning Break,” said Deputy Head, not willing to
compromise in any way on the sartorial standard he expected of his
pupils on behalf of the school.
Greg removed his ‘hoodie’ and, after hanging it on
a hook in the corridor, joined his friends in the classroom for the
first two 45 minute lessons – Maths and French.
At the start of the morning break, when he’d much rather be
kicking a football around the playground, Greg knocked on Mr
Anderson’s door but got no reply, so he stood in the
corridor, as they’d been taught, waiting for Mr Anderson to
return. Over half of Greg’s 20 minutes Break time
had thus been lost when Mr Anderson appeared and called Greg into his
Office.
“Tell me again why your hood was still up when you were
indoors,” said the teacher. Greg repeated that it was so cold
outside and he was so used to having the hood up that he’d
effectively forgotten that he was wearing it.
“Well,” said the teacher, “The school has
very good central heating to keep us all warm, but your body
– or at least part of it – clearly needs to be
warmed up still more.”
Mr Anderson, moved one of a pair of high‑backed chairs from
near the wall, placed it in front of his desk and sat down on it.
“Remove your Blazer and shoes, put the blazer on the other
chair and the shoes under it,” he instructed Greg –
who did as he was told.
“Come and stand to attention here in front of me.”
Reaching forward he undid Greg’s belt, followed by releasing
the button and clip that held up the boy’s shorts. As the fly
was unzipped, gravity ensured that the shorts started their descent
towards the lad’s feet, exposing his trendy pale blue boxers,
that bore the printed symbols and slogans of numerous
‘protest’ organisations (such as CND). Mr Anderson
was not impressed! – Symbols and slogans such as those would
not have been allowed on any other part of his clothing, but were not
actually proscribed for underwear, which is normally hidden from sight.
“That’s better now, isn’t it?”
said Mr Anderson rhetorically to the embarrassed boy, “We can
now ensure that your buttocks can get even warmer.” As he was
saying this, he pulled Greg over his knees, adjusting his position
until the lad’s bottom was suitably raised for chastisement.
After turning back the bottom of Greg’s shirt to ensure full
exposure of his bum, punishment quickly followed as Mr
Anderson’s right hand – well hardened by years of
spanking naughty schoolboys – made hard contact with the
lad’s backside, protected only by his thin underwear
– ‘SMACK!’
Greg had only just fully appreciated the pain when the hand made
further contacts, well distributed over the two buttocks and timed to
allow the effect of one to sink in before the next landed:
‘SMACK!’ … ‘SMACK!’
… ‘SMACK!’ …
‘SMACK!’ … ‘SMACK!’
… ‘SMACK!’ …
‘SMACK!’ … ‘SMACK!’
… ‘SMACK!’ As this was happening, Greg
was wriggling as much as he could to try to avoid the painful swats
– but Mr Anderson’s left hand was pressing on the
middle of his back holding him down firmly.
Mr Anderson instructed Greg to stand in front of him again, with his
hands on his head. He left the boy standing there for a couple of
minutes for the pain to fully infiltrate the lad’s bum. Greg
thought that his spanking was over, but Mr Anderson reached out and
pulled the boy’s underpants down so that they joined his
trousers around his ankles.
Greg’s cock and balls were now fully displayed to his teacher
and started to shrivel as the cool air hit them. The lad was extremely
embarrassed that Mr Anderson could clearly see his private parts, and
more so as they now looked so small – almost as if he were
still a pre-pubescent Junior School boy.
Mr Anderson turned round a bit and picked up a well‑(mis)used
size 12 gym shoe from on his desk. “Back over my
knees,” was the command that Greg really didn’t
want to hear, knowing that the teacher’s target would now not
even have the small amount of protection given by his thin pants.
No sooner was the lad in position than the shoe, powered by Mr
Anderson’s strong right arm, started rhythmically raining
down more fire onto Greg’s gluteus globes:
‘WHAP!’ … ‘WHAP!’
… ‘WHAP!’ …
‘WHAP!’ … ‘WHAP!’
… ‘WHAP!’ …
‘WHAP!’ … ‘WHAP!’
Greg’s legs were now furiously waving around in the air and
soon dislodged his trousers and pants onto the floor. The punishment
continued unabated: ‘WHAP!’ …
‘WHAP!’ … ‘WHAP!’
… ‘WHAP!’ …
‘WHAP!’ … ‘WHAP!’
… ‘WHAP!’ …
‘WHAP!’ Greg was sobbing and calling for Mr
Anderson to stop, long before the shoe ceased to amplify the fire in
his bum.
Mr Anderson instructed the lad to stand in the corner for five minutes
to reflect on his failure to show good manners. During this time the
teacher admired the boy’s large rounded bottom and the clear
red marks on it that proved he’d been well and truly
chastised!
As the 5 minutes were nearly up, the bell rang to signify the end of
the morning break and Greg had to dress rapidly and make his way to the
final two lessons of the morning – English Literature,
followed by Latin. With his bum aching so much, he found it hard to
concentrate on ‘A Tale of Two Cities’ and later,
conjugating Latin verbs.
Lunchtime added to the embarrassment as sitting on the hard wooden
benches of the refectory did nothing to ease the pain in his
derriére, but caused him to wriggle about –
unconsciously advertising, not only to his classmates but to the whole
school, that he’d been well and truly whacked!
Sitting in Social Studies and Physics after lunch was just as
uncomfortable as in the morning lessons. Greg was pleased to be able to
stand around on the ‘Yard’ (the school’s
term for the playground) just chatting to his friends during the
mid-afternoon break.
Of all the lessons in his timetable, the last two just had to be Gym
followed by Swimming! For Gym, in accordance with gymnasium hygiene
rules, he had to remove all his regular clothing and don only a white
cotton sleeveless vest, thin white cotton shorts – with an
elasticated waist – and a pair of black plimsolls.
The Physical Education master, Mr Williams, had planned exercises to
strengthen the boys’ abdominal muscles, so Greg had to spend
a lot of uncomfortable time lying, sitting or kneeling on the hard
floor as he did dozens of press‑ups, front curls and the like
– all of which re‑kindled the fire and sting in his
sore buttocks.
After gym, to remove all the sweat that they were expected to have
generated as a result of their exertions, everyone had to shower naked
in an open room, with showerheads all around the walls. Of course
he’d been naked with his classmates in the showers after Gym
every week since he started at the School. Today, however, there was
the matter of his well‑chastised backside. Being naked, all
his mates could see it was bright red with the welts showing up, some
starting to turn to blue‑black bruises. ‘How much
more embarrassment was he required to undergo?’ he wondered.
He soon found out, as Swimming was done naked – so rather
than
just the glimpses of his ruddy and bruised buttocks that his classmates
got in the showers, they were much more visible, and from closer up, at
the pool. Of course there were those open showers again after swimming
to get rid of the chlorinated water of the pool.
At the end of the day he headed home, hoping that his father would
never learn of his school thrashing and punish him still more.
Unfortunately for him, the school had already phoned to advise his
parents of his misdemeanour and the punishment he’d been
given (as was usual after any corporal punishment). Almost as soon as
he entered the house, and before he could hide away in his bedroom, his
mother called him into the kitchen for a good ‘tongue
lashing’.
When his father returned from work, he was informed of the news from
the school before his wife set off to meet up with a group of her
friends. They were going see Gilbert and Sullivan’s
‘Mikado’ at the theatre in the next town. (Somewhat
ironic in the circumstances as the Mikado attempts to ‘Make
the Punishment Fit the Crime’!) She said that she
wouldn’t be back until nearly midnight as they were going for
a meal together after the performance.
Greg was called down from his room and taken into his
father’s study. There he was required to strip completely and
show his buttocks for his father to see the
‘damage’, which was quite impressive with the
footprints of the plimsoll still clearly identifiable.
Mr Quincy hadn’t actually seen his son naked since he was
just over 8 years old and able to safely take a bath without having to
be supervised. He noted that, at 16, the lad was very well developed,
with a long, plump, circumcised penis and quite large testicles.
Greg was then made to bend over and hold his ankles to receive half a
dozen strokes of a short leather strap that his father kept in a drawer
of his desk. Not only did these swats sting horribly in themselves, but
they also re-ignited the pain from the morning chastisement at school.
“I should strap you more,” his father told him,
“But I think your backside has taken as much as it can for
one day. Since your mother is away for the evening, to compensate you
are to remain naked until bedtime. And, before you ask, I will not turn
up the central heating just for you!”
While his father cooked the evening meal, Greg was sent to his room to
do his homework. Despite putting two pillows on his desk chair it was
very uncomfortable to sit and work! Later, he found it more comfortable
to stand to eat the sausage and mash dinner that his father had cooked.
When bedtime came, Greg’s bum was still too sore to sleep on
his back (as he usually did), especially as the lad had got used to
being naked in bed – something he’d been doing
since he turned 11. However, now lying on his front, he had to remove
his winter‑weight duvet since its weight was just too much on
his sore bum.
The next day at school it was still uncomfortable to sit on the hard
chair at his desk. From his constant wriggling, his classmates could
easily guess that, to add to yesterday’s punishment at
school, he’d had more chastisement at home. A good hiding
just cannot be hidden!
Had Greg, on that fateful morning at school, worn a regular overcoat or
removed his hood, as he should have done, he’d have been
spared all of the pain and embarrassment. ‘Who would have
thought that something as innocuous as a hood could cause such
misery!’
[The End]