I had barely replaced the cane in the corner cupboard after delivering 18 strokes to the sixth-former Smythe, when Miss Lewis entered,
"Yes, Miss Lewis?"
"The maths mistress has sent Owens for punishment, Headmaster. He was caught cheating in a test."
I knew Owens, a tall attractive 17 year old with small buttocks. I had not had the pleasure of beating him but I immediately got hard at the prospect. The recently-thrashed Smythe could hardly have been more dissimilar. Smythe was a fat, pasty boy and sexually unappealing. I had not given him the option of selecting between 6, 12 or 18 of the best. No wonder he had left my office clutching his hindquarters blubbering.
"Show him in at once, Miss Lewis."
Miss Lewis left the room and Owens entered. His face was pale with terror which actually complemented his dark hair rather well. I waited until he was standing in front. I returned to the corner cupboard and removed the cane. The rattan was a third of an inch thick, with a curved handle. I held it between both hands, flexed it and addressed Owens.
"Well, Owens, what is it to be? 6, 12 or 18?"
"I beg your pardon, sir?"
"6 of the best, 12 of the best or 18 of the best?" I responded impatiently.
"But I don't understand."
"You are to address me as 'Sir'. That'll be an additional two strokes for insolence."
"But I don't understand, sir."
"Come now, Owens! An attractive boy like you must have heard of my disciplining? You can elect to receive 18 strokes. Alternatively, I can administer 12 strokes after which I sodomize you. Finally, you have the option of escaping comparatively lightly with 6 strokes, a sodomizing and fellatio."
Owens look truly horrified at this choice before replying.
"Eighteen strokes please, sir."
I must confess that I was disappointed that I would not be relieving myself in Owen's arsehole but have to resort to masturbation. Nevertheless, I would make the best of a bad lot by taking my time over caning his naked arse.
"Very well. Lower your trousers, bend over the desk and hold on to the far end of tne desk."
Owens did as instructed. I laid the cane next to the boy, ran a hand over the taut material of his underpants before pulling them down to expose his tight buttocks. I picked up the cane, swished it rapidly through the air a few times. The sound of the rattan cutting through the air and the breeze that must have been felt by Owens' naked arse was, as usual, highly stimulating. I tapped the long rod high up on Owens' arse where I intended to lay the first stroke.
"Count off the strokes, Owens." I commanded.
I raised the cane to shoulder height, then brought it whistling done with full force followed by a loud crack as the wood bit into tight flesh. Owens gasped but managed to regain his breath.
"One, sir," he whispered.
I had laid the stroke beautifully. Two angry red welts had appeared on the left and right buttocks. I leant forward and rand my hand over the raised ridges. Owens winced.
"Don't move, Owens or I shall add to your tally."
I tapped the cane just below the welts. Raised the cane and brought it down with even greater force. Again, the bullet-like crack was followed by a gasp. The blood had drained completely from Owens' face.
"Two, ...sir," he managed to get out after a delay.
The new welts were quarter of an inch beneath the previous ones. I admired my handiwork. Owens had a beautiful arse and the strokes added to its beauty. How I would love to fuck it. Again I ran my hand over Owens' arse, this time I tugged every so slightly at the left buttock so that I could glimpse the previously hidden arsehole.
I raised the cane rapidly again, and slashed it down into Owens' arse. Owens shrieked, released his grip slightly on the edge of the desk before trying to regain his composure.
"Three, sir."
I flexed the cane in both hands as I peered at the latest welts. My cock strained at the sight and a few drops of precum escaped. I ran the cane lovingly over Owens' buttocks and then let it lightly prod his arsehole. Since Owens could not see me, I spent several minutes fingering my own hole while looking at the perfect buttocks.
Reluctantly I ceased my anal fingering, raised the cane and brought it cracking violently down.