The Tyrant Headmaster 3. The prefects’ reckoning

The Tyrant Headmaster Dr Fortescue has set about taming his sixth-formers, Episode one is here. Episode two is here.   Bob Lender looked down at the seat cushion inches in front of his face. It was patterned in greens and browns. Autumnal colours. He concentrated carefully. He needed to focus on something. Such as the … Continue reading The Tyrant Headmaster 3. The prefects’ reckoning

The Choice is Yours

Cuckfield stood feet slightly apart on the worn rug in front of the desk, arms clasped behind back, head bowed, trying not to notice the thick, long curve-handled cane being flexed in the hands of the headmaster. Dr Fortescue leaned forward, his steely gaze burning a hole into the sixth-former before him. “Pah!” he excelled … Continue reading The Choice is Yours

A Fragment of a Memory

Fortescue unscrewed the cap of a new whisky bottle. More of the amber liquid splashed onto the table as into the glass. He raised it and gulped. It had been years since he had actually tasted the stuff. Somewhere in the room a wireless played inane disc jockey chatter. He leaned against the window and … Continue reading A Fragment of a Memory

How Many Strokes Will it Be?

Newbury wondered how many strokes it would be. He stood to attention, heart beating far too quickly, watching through rapidly blinking eyelids as the headmaster made his preparations. Dr Fortescue had been at the school less than two weeks. Already the boys had Christened him The Tyrant Headmaster. Newbury sucked in a lung full of … Continue reading How Many Strokes Will it Be?

The School Dance

Jay Collins’ cock pulsated against his snug cotton underpants. Just the thought of the girls he would meet that night gave him a terrific hard-on. He stared at the tentpole in his pants. It was no good he would have to polish one off. Quietly, he edged a straight-backed wooden chair towards his bedroom door. … Continue reading The School Dance

Remembering the Tyrant Headmaster

I shuffled down the passageway that led to the headmaster’s study. I was in no hurry to suffer the consequences of my actions. I still had a few seconds more before I faced that humiliation. I stopped outside the study door and pulled from the pocket of my school blazer a blue-and-white hooped cap. I … Continue reading Remembering the Tyrant Headmaster

The Tyrant Headmaster 9. Hawkridge in the study

  Other stories from The Tyrant Headmaster are here   Hawkridge stands at attention in front of the headmaster’s desk. His blue-and-white woollen school blazer is immaculate, fastened by all three buttons. His thumbs are in line with the seams of his mid-grey trousers, their creases so sharp you could cut yourself. His school cap … Continue reading The Tyrant Headmaster 9. Hawkridge in the study

The Tyrant Headmaster 8. The student master

For all the previous episodes of The Tyrant Teacher, click here Steve May slowly closed the door to the study behind him. He stood blinking the tears. Tears of humiliation; tears of pain. His backside throbbed like crazy. A minute or two earlier it had been intense agony, but it was easing a little. It … Continue reading The Tyrant Headmaster 8. The student master

The Tyrant Headmaster 7: The field trip

For previous episodes of The Tyrant Headmaster, click here Mr. Tyler, the geography master, did not like it. Not one little bit. He was nearing retirement age, he didn’t want change. What couldn’t things be left alone. He was too old to learn new tricks. “What’s up old man,” Jessop of History handed Tyler a … Continue reading The Tyrant Headmaster 7: The field trip

The Tyrant Headmaster 5: Back in short trousers

Previous stories from The Tyrant Headmaster The Boy in The Bar here. A new beginning  here. The prefects’ reckoning here. Smoking on Saturday here.   The steam train chugged along the branch line on its way to town. Aboard making their daily journey from the villages were thirty-two boys heading for St Septimus Independent Grammar … Continue reading The Tyrant Headmaster 5: Back in short trousers