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I resolved to remember some advice that dad gave me when I entered grammar school: \"Don't be a wimp. If you are, you'll find that every guy in the school is a bully. If you don't stand-up for yourself, everyone will use you as a doormat. If you fight and lose, they help you up.\"\n\nI had seen how Dick, make that Dicky now, let everyone push him around. Even the first form kids. I was not going to let that happen to me. I was going to stay Julian and not be regressed back to the baby Jules. The first challenge was in the playground. I approached my usual place where my mates were. They started in immediately.\n\n\"Well, another shorts, sissy boy.\"\n\n\"Too young to wear real trousers, little boy.\"\n\nA wolf whistle and \"My, my what pretty knees, Jules. I'll bet the girls will swoon when they see you.\"\n\nThat was the one. Smith was just an average guy -- neither a wimp nor sports star -- I grabbed him by his tie. I twisted and pulled it tight so that it was choking him. I used it to control him like one does with a dog on a short lead. (Alexander was absolutely right about not going into battle with a beard.) \"That's Mr. Wicks to you, boy. And the girls don't care about my knees but what inside the shorts.\" I pulled him down so that he was forced to his knees and shoved my crutch into his face and kept it there. Normally, I would have been a bit embarrassed to have a hard-on in the playground but not at this moment for it made me look more threatening. \"But you wouldn't know about that yet. It's not long trousers that make you a man, Smithee. Understand?\" I let go of the tie. The other guys started to laugh. \n\n\"Yes, Mr. Wilks.\" he said. I helped him up.\n\nI had won the first test.\n\nIt was the third period class that would get me an encounter with one of the teachers. The master was Mr. Locke and he was the least liked member of the staff. I even once overheard other teachers refer to him as a arrogant bastard. He had already hassled my brother so I was certain he was going to do the same with me. I hope my prepared speech would do the job. \"Another Wickie in shorts. Are you and your brother trying to start a fashion trend or are you just throwbacks to the forties?\"\n\nThis was going to be the most important speech I ever made in school. \"Mr. Locke, my parents have determined that this is the most appropriate attire for Richard and I to wear regardless of what other parents might decree for their sons. We are dutiful children, quite mindful of the commandment of Exodus chapter 20 verse 12. I will, of course, sir, convey your displeasure to them so that they can obtain any guidance necessary from the Headmaster, sir.\" I was also painfully aware of another verse that Dad had taken to heart: Proverbs 23:12. (That's the one about using a rod on your child.)\n\nAs I took my seat the class started to laugh. I had spoken respectfully, quoting scripture (as he liked to do) and yet put Deacon Locke in his place. He turned red. My mates now knew the fact that I did not have any choice in the matter. Then there was a rapping from the rear of the classroom. Silence swept the room as everyone turned and saw that Headmaster Williams had entered the classroom by the rear door. I hoped that he heard everything live rather than hear a twisted version from Locke later. I was not going to have to wait to find out if I was dead or a winner.\n\n\"Master Wick.\" he said.\n\nI rose and addressed him in my most genuine respectful tone. \"Yes, sir.\" I waited.\n\n\"My compliments to your parents. You may tell them that their decision about your uniform is well within the bounds of what is appropriate for this school. Also, that it was quite refreshing to hear a young gentleman referencing scripture in such a positive manner rather than blaspheming.\"\n\n\"Thank you, sir. I shall tell them this evening.\" You can believe me that I really meant that.\n\nHe spoke a few private words to Locke before saying: \"Carry on, Mr. Locke.\" and leaving. I sure hoped that he had chastising him. Regardless, I knew that in a couple of hours that there would not be any harassment for Dicky or me from the teachers because of the shorts. It certainly did not hurt my status with my peers having bested Locke and getting the head's commendation for doing so.\n\nLunch, surprisingly was fun thanks to a little first form kid, Timothy Brice. A tough, undersized kid, with an oversized vocabulary, who does not take any crap from anyone no matter how big. He claims that he is descended from admirals of the same name. In truth, he does look like Midshipman Brine as painted by Copley* back in 1782. My brother had joined me on the queue for lunch (he was still being shunned by his classmates) and when we were walking to a table the little pipsqueak made loud comments about the babies in shorts and their private table much to the amusement of his mates. I handed Dick my tray and yanked the little bastard out of the queue. Grabbing a chair I sat down and pulled him over my lap. \"Little boys need to learn to respect their elders.\" He started to complain bloody murder even before I did anything. \"Sometimes they need to be spanked to learn.\" He continued to complain but he did not yell. \"And if they complain, they lose their trousers and their PANTS and get it on the bare.\" Everyone went silent except this kid.\n\n\"You wouldn't dare, shorts-boy.\" he challenged. And I don't think I would have otherwise. I gave him a hard SPANK right on his longs and stood him up. He started to laugh thinking I was through. I was not though for I quickly pulled open his belt, slid down his zipper, lowered his trousers and yanked his pants down to his knees. His little rod was hard and he turned red. He went back over my lap and I spanked him some more. I never hurt him but he knew that I could. I stood him up and helped him dress. He was not crying and told him to get back on queue -- on the end. I got a round of applause which I ignored in favour of eating lunch with Dicky.\n\nA few minutes later, tray in hand, he approached our table and asked permission to sit. \"Why?\" I asked.\n\nTimmy paused a second. \"First, sir, so I can apologize properly.\" I nodded and he continued. Second, you will look good being kind to a lowly first former.\" I continued to nod now with a smile. \"Third, it will boost my image which has had, er, a very precipitous drop recently, sir.\"\n\nAfter Timmy sat down, he did apologize quite sincerely for teasing us and thanked me for not spanking him to tears. That would have been really horrid in front of all his classmates. We were then interrupted by the lunch duty teacher. \"Wicks, there was a report that you spanked this lad.\"\n\nAnd little Timmy spoke up. \"Certainly not, sir. If he had I wouldn't be sitting and certainly not at his table, sir.\" The teacher just smiled and walked away.\n\n\"Timmy, now if you feel that you did not get the spanking you earned, I certainly can give it to you.\" I told him with a smile.\n\n\"That is not necessary, sir.\"\n\nAfter we talked a while, I gave him a challenge. We would met after school tomorrow and he would apologize publicly and accept a spanking if he was wearing longs all day. If he was in shorts, no spanking. Then we'll see if you're a man or boy.\n\nHe thought about it for a few minutes and then got a couple of classmates. Jim, he explained, was a chum and Karl, well, just a classmate and he asked me to repeat the challenge. As soon as I did, he put out his hand and he said accepted as we shook on it. Everyone moved on to the next class. As I walked I wondered if Timmy thought wearing shorts as challenge would be easier if that fact was known or that he wanted to make it harder to back out.\n\nI did not see Timmy until the next day at lunch. He was in shorts and he broke out of the queue to join Dicky and me. That meant that he got served before any of his classmates and he was eating with higher form guys, who he tried to hang out with. I asked how he was getting along. \"A little teasing but since everyone knew that it was a dare from you, pretty good. You are quite the hero for what you said to Locke.\"\n\n\"I guess you won't be getting that spanking later.\" I said. He just smiled.\n\nAfter school we met in the back of the playground. He showed up with a batch of his classmates including the non-chum Karl. He gave me a very nice apology which I accepted and we shook hands. Then he continued: \"Mr. Wicks, I feel that my behaviour yesterday requires more than just words to atone for.\" With that he reached into his satchel, took out a plimsoll and handed it to me. \"Would you please oblige me with six of the best, sir.\" Then he dropped his shorts and pants and assumed the position.\n\nIt was certain that he was playing some game with his mates that I did not know about but I was not going to spoil it for him. \"Certainly, Master Brice.\" I gave him three moderately hard slaps on each check leaving his bum quite crimson. He stood up, pulled up his pants and shorts and thanked me.\n\nHis mates gave him a cheer. Then they went for Karl. Apparently there had been some wager and Timmy had won. It was time for him to pay up. \"Well, Karl, will you take twelve from Mr. Wicks or eighteen from me?\" asked Timmy. Karl went for the twelve from me. He just dropped his trousers and pants and assumed the position. Karl had an arse made for spanking. I proceeded to give him six slaps on one cheek hoping that he would not take it in silence. He broke on the sixth one on the same spot. I really was not fair to him but I really like the way Timmy was handling all of this. Timmy said that this was enough but Karl, to his credit, refused any concessions. I gave him the other six but spread them out on his other cheek. We all shook hands and I saw Timmy and Karl go off together like new chums.\n\nTimmy, now back in his normal uniform with longs, joined Dicky and me the next day at lunch. He thanked me for yesterday. He was particularly appreciative of how I made Karl yell with the plimsoll. He did not think anyone else noticed that I had given Karl six on one spot, since no one mentioned it, but when you're the littlest guy in the class you got to fight all the time not to be picked on. He had found his father's old shorts years ago in their attic along with lots of stuff that he had played with over the years.\n\nHe felt that the whole exercise proved to his mates that he was not just a little boy who followed everyone else but did as he wanted. The spanking here in the lunch hall made him look like a little kid but asking for the plimsoll showed that he was a man; well, at least not a kid. This was particularly true since he took better than Karl did.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "After what I observed happen to my big brother, particularly on his first day as a shorts-boy, I was determined not to let that happen to me.  I resolved to remember some advice that dad gave me when I entered grammar school: "Don't be a wimp.  If you are, you'll find that every guy in the school is a bully.  If you don't stand-up for yourself, everyone will use you as a doormat.  If you fight and lose, they help you up."

I had seen how Dick, make that Dicky now, let everyone push him around.  Even the first form kids.  I was not going to let that happen to me.  I was going to stay Julian and not be regressed back to the baby Jules.  The first challenge was in the playground.  I approached my usual place where my mates were.  They started in immediately.

"Well, another shorts, sissy boy."

"Too young to wear real trousers, little boy."

A wolf whistle and "My, my what pretty knees, Jules.  I'll bet the girls will swoon when they see you."

That was the one.  Smith was just an average guy -- neither a wimp nor sports star -- I grabbed him by his tie.  I twisted and pulled it tight so that it was choking him.  I used it to control him like one does with a dog on a short lead.  (Alexander was absolutely right about not going into battle with a beard.)  "That's Mr. Wicks to you, boy.  And the girls don't care about my knees but what inside the shorts."  I pulled him down so that he was forced to his knees and shoved my crutch into his face and kept it there.  Normally, I would have been a bit embarrassed to have a hard-on in the playground but not at this moment for it made me look more threatening.   "But you wouldn't know about that yet.  It's not long trousers that make you a man, Smithee.  Understand?"  I let go of the tie.  The other guys started to laugh.

"Yes, Mr. Wilks." he said.  I helped him up.

I had won the first test.

It was the third period class that would get me an encounter with one of the teachers.  The master was Mr. Locke and he was the least liked member of the staff.  I even once overheard other teachers refer to him as a arrogant bastard.  He had already hassled my brother so I was certain he was going to do the same with me.  I hope my prepared speech would do the job.  "Another Wickie in shorts.  Are you and your brother trying to start a fashion trend or are you just throwbacks to the forties?"

This was going to be the most important speech I ever made in school.  "Mr. Locke, my parents have determined that this is the most appropriate attire for Richard and I to wear regardless of what other parents might decree for their sons.  We are dutiful children, quite mindful of the commandment of Exodus chapter 20 verse 12.  I will, of course, sir, convey your displeasure to them so that they can obtain any guidance necessary from the Headmaster, sir."  I was also painfully aware of another verse that Dad had taken to heart: Proverbs 23:12.  (That's the one about using a rod on your child.)

As I took my seat the class started to laugh.  I had spoken respectfully, quoting scripture (as he liked to do) and yet put Deacon Locke in his place.  He turned red.  My mates now knew the fact that I did not have any choice in the matter.  Then there was a rapping from the rear of the classroom.  Silence swept the room as everyone turned and saw that Headmaster Williams had entered the classroom by the rear door.  I hoped that he heard everything live rather than hear a twisted version from Locke later.  I was not going to have to wait to find out if I was dead or a winner.

"Master Wick." he said.

I rose and addressed him in my most genuine respectful tone.  "Yes, sir."  I waited.

"My compliments to your parents.  You may tell them that their decision about your uniform is well within the bounds of what is appropriate for this school.  Also, that it was quite refreshing to hear a young gentleman referencing scripture in such a positive manner rather than blaspheming."

"Thank you, sir.  I shall tell them this evening."  You can believe me that I really meant that.

He spoke a few private words to Locke before saying: "Carry on, Mr. Locke." and leaving.  I sure hoped that he had chastising him.  Regardless, I knew that in a couple of hours that there would not be any harassment for Dicky or me from the teachers because of the shorts.  It certainly did not hurt my status with my peers having bested Locke and getting the head's commendation for doing so.

Lunch, surprisingly was fun thanks to a little first form kid, Timothy Brice.  A tough, undersized kid, with an oversized vocabulary, who does not take any crap from anyone no matter how big.  He claims that he is descended from admirals of the same name.  In truth, he does look like Midshipman Brine as painted by Copley* back in 1782.  My brother had joined me on the queue for lunch (he was still being shunned by his classmates) and when we were walking to a table the little pipsqueak made loud comments about the babies in shorts and their private table much to the amusement of his mates.  I handed Dick my tray and yanked the little bastard out of the queue.  Grabbing a chair I sat down and pulled him over my lap.  "Little boys need to learn to respect their elders."  He started to complain bloody murder even before I did anything.  "Sometimes they need to be spanked to learn."  He continued to complain but he did not yell.  "And if they complain, they lose their trousers and their PANTS and get it on the bare."  Everyone went silent except this kid.

"You wouldn't dare, shorts-boy." he challenged.  And I don't think I would have otherwise.  I gave him a hard SPANK right on his longs and stood him up.  He started to laugh thinking I was through.  I was not though for I quickly pulled open his belt, slid down his zipper, lowered his trousers and yanked his pants down to his knees.  His little rod was hard and he turned red.  He went back over my lap and I spanked him some more.  I never hurt him but he knew that I could.  I stood him up and helped him dress.  He was not crying and told him to get back on queue -- on the end.  I got a round of applause which I ignored in favour of eating lunch with Dicky.

A few minutes later, tray in hand, he approached our table and asked permission to sit.  "Why?" I asked.

Timmy paused a second.  "First, sir, so I can apologize properly." I nodded and he continued.  Second, you will look good being kind to a lowly first former."  I continued to nod now with a smile.  "Third, it will boost my image which has had, er, a very precipitous drop recently, sir."

After Timmy sat down, he did apologize quite sincerely for teasing us and thanked me for not spanking him to tears.  That would have been really horrid in front of all his classmates.  We were then interrupted by the lunch duty teacher.  "Wicks, there was a report that you spanked this lad."

And little Timmy spoke up.  "Certainly not, sir.  If he had I wouldn't be sitting and certainly not at his table, sir."  The teacher just smiled and walked away.

"Timmy, now if you feel that you did not get the spanking you earned, I certainly can give it to you." I told him with a smile.

"That is not necessary, sir."

After we talked a while, I gave him a challenge.  We would met after school tomorrow and he would apologize publicly and accept a spanking if he was wearing longs all day.  If he was in shorts, no spanking.  Then we'll see if you're a man or boy.

He thought about it for a few minutes and then got a couple of classmates.  Jim, he explained, was a chum and Karl, well, just a classmate and he asked me to repeat the challenge.  As soon as I did, he put out his hand and he said accepted as we shook on it.  Everyone moved on to the next class.  As I walked I wondered if Timmy thought wearing shorts as challenge would be easier if that fact was known or that he wanted to make it harder to back out.

I did not see Timmy until the next day at lunch.  He was in shorts and he broke out of the queue to join Dicky and me.  That meant that he got served before any of his classmates and he was eating with higher form guys, who he tried to hang out with.  I asked how he was getting along.  "A little teasing but since everyone knew that it was a dare from you, pretty good.  You are quite the hero for what you said to Locke."

"I guess you won't be getting that spanking later." I said.  He just smiled.

After school we met in the back of the playground.  He showed up with a batch of his classmates including the non-chum Karl.  He gave me a very nice apology which I accepted and we shook hands.  Then he continued: "Mr. Wicks, I feel that my behaviour yesterday requires more than just words to atone for."  With that he reached into his satchel, took out a plimsoll and handed it to me.  "Would you please oblige me with six of the best, sir."  Then he dropped his shorts and pants and assumed the position.

It was certain that he was playing some game with his mates that I did not know about but I was not going to spoil it for him.  "Certainly, Master Brice."  I gave him three moderately hard slaps on each check leaving his bum quite crimson.  He stood up, pulled up his pants and shorts and thanked me.

His mates gave him a cheer.  Then they went for Karl.  Apparently there had been some wager and Timmy had won.  It was time for him to pay up.  "Well, Karl, will you take twelve from Mr. Wicks or eighteen from me?" asked Timmy.  Karl went for the twelve from me.  He just dropped his trousers and pants and assumed the position.  Karl had an arse made for spanking.  I proceeded to give him six slaps on one cheek hoping that he would not take it in silence.  He broke on the sixth one on the same spot.  I really was not fair to him but I really like the way Timmy was handling all of this.  Timmy said that this was enough but Karl, to his credit, refused any concessions.  I gave him the other six but spread them out on his other cheek.  We all shook hands and I saw Timmy and Karl go off together like new chums.

Timmy, now back in his normal uniform with longs, joined Dicky and me the next day at lunch.  He thanked me for yesterday.  He was particularly appreciative of how I made Karl yell with the plimsoll.  He did not think anyone else noticed that I had given Karl six on one spot, since no one mentioned it, but when you're the littlest guy in the class you got to fight all the time not to be picked on.  He had found his father's old shorts years ago in their attic along with lots of stuff that he had played with over the years.

He felt that the whole exercise proved to his mates that he was not just a little boy who followed everyone else but did as he wanted.  The spanking here in the lunch hall made him look like a little kid but asking for the plimsoll showed that he was a man; well, at least not a kid.  This was particularly true since he took better than Karl did.
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