Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Stroker
Title: The Branstone Academy
Part: Chapter 1
Universe: The Branstone Academy series
Summary:The story takes place in the English Midlands during the
Edwardian period, just prior to WW 1.  Mr.  Dibble, the founder and
Headmaster of both academies, caters to wealthy families who wish to rid
themselves of a troublesome child.  The offspring are trundled off to
Branstone Academy and the guardians wash their hands of all responsibility.
Many are bastards, the products of previous marriages, or just an annoyance
to the running of an orderly household.These wealthy guardians gladly pay
the tuition yet expect no further communication.  This arrangement suits
Dibble

   and his hand-picked debauched staff 'to a tee'.
Keywords: Mdom, Fdom,b,g,f,m, bi, ds, reluc, spank

   Chapter 1

   The Branstone Academy

   By Stroker

   "As if I haven't enough to do," Dobson mumbled aloud as he turned the
key within the rust-worn lock.  "Gardens do need attention Mr.  Dibble,
constant attention.  I'm after tending all the grounds for both properties
as you well know.  I've never a moment's peace.  Never a moment, sir.  Now
you call me from my duties to serve as turnkey.  It's not good enough. 
Never good enough" Once the heavy door swung open, Dibble, headmaster,
strode through the gateway connecting Branstone Hall with Greystoke House.
He brushed past old Dobson as if he did not exit.

   The door was set within a tall, grey, stone wall; a wall completely
surrounding both schools.  "Keep up, Rivers.  Keep up.  You're already in
disgrace.  Don't aggravate me further by dawdling.  It will not go well for
you my boy." As Dibble marched across the lawns towards Greystoke a student
followed close on his heels.  The headmaster brandished a bamboo cane and
used it to cut through the air menacingly.  He never looked back at the
somber David Rivers but the boy laboured to keep pace with the principal.

   Many of the boys in David's home room watched the scene through the
leaded windows of Branstone Hall.  Each concerned for Rivers' fate and each
relieved that the punishment had not fallen on him.  Most of the lads had a
vivid picture of what was about to unfold.  Once the pair entered the
corridor of Greystoke, Dibble grabbed Rivers by the scruff of the neck and
hustled him past the classrooms.  The voices of the girls in class sang out
their rote learning exercises: an exact duplicate of the regimen now in
progress at the neighbouring Branstone Boys' Academy.  The similarity was
not surprising since Mr.  Dibble served as Headmaster to both institutions.
His wife, Emilia Dibble occupied the chair of Dean at Greystoke: but, all
matters of consequence were presided over by Clarence Dibble himself: owner
and Headmaster of the Branstone and Greystoke Academies.

   Unannounced, Mr, Dibble flung open the Dean's office door and pushed
Rivers into the room.  Sitting on one side of the oaken desk sat Mrs. 
Dibble sternly eyeing the chastened Jessica Toller.  Jessica stood
completely naked with her hands clasped behind her back and her legs spread
to exactly shoulder width apart.  From the side view of the girl both
Mr.Dibble and Rivers beheld a prominent bush of red pubic hair jutting out
from the girl's mons and a chiseled young bottom still quivering from her
caning.

   .  "Don't you bat an eye Miss Toller or twitch a muscle until I can get
back to you.  Good morning Mr.Dibble and Rivers isn't it?  What can we do
for you?" The corners of her mouth curled upwards into a lascivious smile.
The reasons for her smile were twofold.  She enjoyed Jessica Toller's
shame: the girl's blush painted her cheeks, neck and chest beautifully. 
And, she anticipated the session that she and her husband were about to
impose on the young Rivers.

   "What has Miss Toller been up this time that she warrants your
correction, Mrs.  Dibble?" Dibble stared blatantly at the girl's nakedness.
Her firm young tits jumped deliciously as she tried to subdue her impulse
to sob from both humiliation and pain.  Jessica was fifteen.  Three years
older than David Rivers and the embarrassment of her predicament before the
lad tortured her.  David, on the other hand was hypnotized by the stunning
Miss Toller.  Both he and Mr.  Dibble sported erections as they ogled the
girl.

   "Nothing in particular Mr.  Dibble.  It's more a pervasive attitude: an
insubordinate look and a cheeky refusal to hop to it when given a command.
You know, Mr.  Dibble.  You have dealt with the child." Indeed he had.  The
fetching beauty had been singled out by both Mr.  and Mrs.  Dibble for
"special" attention since she had entered the school seven months ago.

   "I think Mrs.  Dibble that a session with both of us is in order for the
recalcitrant Miss Toller.  I will not broach insubordination in my school.
This is more serious than a particular infraction.  Insubordination is a
disease in a school Mrs.  Dibble: a disease I say.  You are right, as ever,
to nip this sort of thing in the bud.  I hope you warmed her backside
appropriately Mrs.  Dibble."

   At this, Emilia Dibble stood and rounded her desk.  She turned Jessica
such that her back was to Mr.  Dibble and the boy.  "Touch toes," she
snapped and Jessica bent over double instantly.  Mrs.  Dibble tapped at the
girl's ankles until she was spread wide enough to suit.  Miss Toller's
splendid ass protruded fetchingly.  Emilia ran the palm of her hand over
the red welted pattern which ran from top of Jessica's cheeks to an inch or
two down the back of her thighs.  "You can see that she was dealt with
meticulously Mr.  Dibble.  I can feel the heat rising off her bottom still.
I'm afraid that a few strokes fell upon her cunt as well.  But, these
things happen.  Come and feel for yourself sir."

   Mr.  Dibble crossed over to the girl and ran his hands sensually over
Jessica's stinging bottom.  "A commendable job Mrs.  Dibble.  You seem to
have missed nary an inch." As he said this he spread the girl's cheeks wide
to examine the extent of the canning.  He also caressed the welts which had
fallen on Miss Toller's labia.  He took this opportunity to run a finger
along the inside of her cunt while he performed his intimate inspection.

   David's breathing quickened as he watched the intrusion.  His cock was
now at full attention and he thought that his punishment might be worth
every welt in light of such a spectacle.  "Admirable, Mrs.  Dibble,
admirable." Dibble commented.  His wife covered his fondling hand with hers
and smiled up at her mentor.

   "Jessica,You can wait in the vestibule until we are finished with young
Rivers.  Then, Mrs.  Dibble and I will have a chat with you before you
return to your classes." Jessica popped up smartly and began to gather her
clothing which lay in a heap before Mrs.  Dibble's desk.  "You will have no
need of those Jessica.  Have you learned nothing, girl?  You will do as you
are told, immediately and without question.  Have I told you to dress?"

   "No, Mr.  Dibble." She dropped her clothing instantly.

   "Well then...  Do as instructed, only as instructed.  Go and wait in the
vestibule.  No, wait, Miss Toller...  I have rethought myself.  You will
stay for the beginning of Mr.  Rivers' punishment.  It is only fair since
he has been eying your nakedness since he entered the room.  Stand over in
the corner until we dismiss you."

   David swallowed hard as both the Dibbles turned simultaneously to glare
at him.  "And what has David done to be dragged not only to your office but
over to Greystoke for reprimanding?  Something utterly heinous I'll
warrant."

   Although she was addressing Mr.  Dibble she spoke directly to the boy.
She always frightened David not only with her authoritarian manner but with
her fine features and statuesque figure.  A comment from her had caused
many a boy to brave punishment for springing an erection without the
required permission.  David averted his eyes whenever he encountered her.
Emilia reticence in him and used it for her own amusement.  She taught
mathematics at both Greystoke and Branstone: indeed, all of the staff
members served double duty.  The schools were small and a teacher's
expertise was employed in both institutions.

   "Well, Mrs.  Dibble" he also looked at the boy as he spoke.  "This
morning, as classes were in full session.  I decided to inspect the
washrooms for cleanliness and order.  I was taking notes for Saturday's
cleaning details and as I passed through the cubicles.  There, sitting on
the toilet was our friend here Mr.  Rivers.  Since there are no doors on
the stalls he was in full view...  in full view Mrs.  Dibble.  The little
pervert had his cock in his hand yanking away at himself with such violence
that one would swear he intended to do himself an injury.  First of all, it
is against school rules to allow oneself an erection unless fully
supervised.  Secondly, it is against school rules to touch your privates
unless instructed to do so.  And finally, it is unthinkable to masturbate
alone, during class time, sitting on the toilet no less..."

   There was an expulsive snicker from Jessica Toller standing in the
corner, until all three sets of eyes clicked over to her.  She snapped back
to attention and became rigid once again.  "Just how hard was he going at
his cock Mr.  Dibble?" Emilia leered at David.

   "Well, I'm at a loss to describe it.  David, sit on that chair and show
Mrs.  Dibble the fury with which you were abusing yourself." David froze in
place and looked from Jessica to Mrs.  Dibble and back to Jessica.  He
heard then felt Mr.  Dibbles cane swish then bite into his leg, just above
the knee.  He yelped then immediately dropped his flannel shorts to the
floor.  None of the students at the Acadamies wore undergarments, so his
privates were on full display from this moment onward.

   Fear and shame had shrunk the boy's cock to finger size as he sat on the
straight backed chair and began to play with it.  "Now that is a poor
imitation of the fervour you employed when I observed your antics Mr. 
Rivers." As Dibble spoke these words he tapped the lad's pumping hand with
his cane.  "And this." He prodded the head of David's cock with the bamboo
"was lewdly stiff.  I want you to show Mrs.  Dibble exactly what
transpired. The friction from David's stroking was taking effect and the
boy's cock indeed hardened even as Dibble was provoking him.  Mrs.  Dibble
stepped up closer to him, so that her skirts brushed against the lad's
naked thigh.  She intended to take a close view of the proceedings.

   The Dibbles stood to either side of David, allowing Jessica and the boy
a complete view of each other.  Constant practice had taught the pair how
to effectively run their little disciplinary sessions.  The boy knew not to
allow himself an orgasm, despite the nearness of Mrs.  Dibble and the
miraculous vision of Jessica Toller.  He held his breath and tightened his
abdomen in an effort to hold back the flood gates.  "I do believe young
Rivers that you were going at yourself much faster than you are at present.
Pick up the pace, boy.  Pick up the pace." Mr.  Dibble punctuated his
remarks with slashes of the cane to the boy's outer thigh.

   Mrs.  Dibble reached her hand down and stroked David's pubic area.  "You
know Mr.  Dibble.  I do believe the child is beginning to grow pubic hair
about his cock.  It's only peach fuzz, but I see definite signs of pubic
hair.  Keep stroking Rivers.  No need to let my inspection interfere with
your presentation." Her hand wandered languidly about his nether regions.
"Does it extend to his testicles and about his anus?" She asked a
rhetorical question as her hand disappeared under David's balls.  She
carefully explored the areas she had mentioned.

   In order to facilitate her examination she brought her other hand into
play, raising the boys scrotum with her thumb and forefinger as she felt
about with her left hand.  "I'm not absolutely certain Mr.  Dibble but I do
believe there is the beginning of hair growth down here as well." She bent
over and brought her head to within inches of the boy's wanking cock. 
David could feel her breath on the back of his hand and on his cock head.

   "Faster...  harder boy...you were thrashing away at yourself with real
ardour when I caught you in the privy." Dibble used his cane to urge David
on.

   Then, it happened.  David began to shoot jets of warm cum from his cock.
the majority of his emissions hit Mrs.  Dibble in the face.  She remained
stationary until the young cock had expelled its total content before she
jumping up in mock surprise and storming back to her desk.  "The gall... 
The effrontery...  the lewdness of the boy....  Shocking...Despicable..."
As her back was to the others she licked away the thick gobs that covered
her mouth then used her finger to catch and deposit what she could of the
remaining load.

   From beside her desk, in an umbrella stand she withdrew a cane, the twin
of Mr.  Dibble's and returned to her position beside the boy.

   "Jessica," Mr.  Dibble called out.  "Please remove yourself to the ante
chamber and wait for the Dean and I to summon you." He flexed the cane and
stared down at young Rivers all the while.  As the door closed, he grabbed
the lad by the shirt collar and hauled him to his feet.  " Everything off.
Strip naked and get over the desk in preparation.  Never has such an insult
been hurled at Mrs.  Dibble.  Never has a boy deserved a caning such as you
are about to receive.

   Emilia reached for the boy's thigh and pulled his legs further apart,
stacking him up in the perfect position for a thorough caning.  Her hand
rubbed the inside of his leg then travelled up until it met with his
scrotum.  "He is growing hair Mr.  Dibble: hair about his cock and balls."
She fondled both once again.  "He is coming of age and will need to be
supervised and tended more closely from now on.  As you know Mr.  Dibble
boys of his age often become so randy that they are drawn to fucking each
other up the bum." She spread David's ass cheeks.  "Perhaps he has begun
the practice already, Mr.  Dibble." Her forefinger poked at and penetrated
David's rectum.  "Have any of the boys stuck their randy little cocks in
here David?  Hm?  Have they?"

   David squirmed and tightened at the intrusion.  "No Mrs." None of the
boys have done that to me." His humiliation and shame felt unbearable.

   Her finger began to penetrate and withdraw rhythmically.  "Not late at
night in the dormitory, when the prefects have stopped their rounds.  Not
one older boy has snuck into your bed and slid his stiff cock in and out
like this?"

   "No, Mrs.  Dibble, never." Tears ran over his crimson cheeks.

   "And did he pull on your cock as he fucked your little boy's bum?  Did
he pull on your cock like this?"

   "No, no, nobody has Mr.  Dibble."

   "And they filled your bum with their hot sticky cum.  And they wanked on
your cock and made you cum all over their hands as they did so."

   <"No.  I swear Mrs.  Dibble.  I swear it," David cried out.  Mr.  Dibble
now spoke up.  "Then, is it you who is sticking his cock in the other
little boys, fucking them to relieve yourself?  Are you buggering the
younger lads Rivers?

   "No, I am not sir."

   Then Dibble began to lay the cane to the boy's backside in earnest. 
They never counted the strokes: the Dibbles.  Rather they continued the
caning until the victim broke down and confessed to whatever crimes had
been decided upon.

   As Dibble flailed away he repeatedly asked the boy if he was fucking the
other lads.  He wanted names and times.  He would then step aside and
Mrs.Dibble would intercede.  She demanded to know which boys had slipped
into David's bed and fucked him.

   David's bottom and haunches were striped ruddy from the effects of the
two canes.  He refused to admit to either buggery or to being buggered; so,
they continued.  They stopped three times to intensify their questions and
then recommenced.  Finally, the boy began to sob and cry out and at last
fell to the floor.

   "Yes, yes, I did it.  I did it all...  and they...they did it to
me...they fucked me in my bum and I fucked the younger boys up their bums.
He called out every name that popped into his mind: friend or foe. 
Thompkins, Wallace, Stanley, Brown.  He would have rattled off the entire
school registry but for Mrs.  Dibble picking him off the floor and standing
him on his feet.

   Mr.  Dibble rounded the desk and sat looking at David.  "Do you see that
admission to your crimes brings a halt to the caning.  It is best young
Rivers to confess quickly and save yourself and your posterior.  I will
just jot down the names that you have given me and we shall arrange a
demonstration of this pernicious pederasty.  We must see how these acts are
carried out.  It is a necessary evil is it not Mrs.  Dibble?"

   "I must say it is Mr.  Dibble."

   We shall round up the offenders and Mrs.  Dibble, myself and selected
staff members will evaluate the seriousness of this behaviour.  Yes, yes a
demonstration is definitely in order."

   As Dibble constructed the list, Mrs.  Dibble cleared her throat for his
attention.  "Ahem..."

   "Yes, Mrs.  Dibble."

   "Have we not forgotten the lad's masturbation and the ramifications of
that deed?

   "Quite right, Mrs.  Dibble.  Quite right." He looked up at David Rivers.

   "Our youngest girls classes, Mr.  Rivers are the fifth forms: our ten
year olds.  They are now being taught....." He looked to Mrs.Dibble for
assistance.

   "Music appreciation with Miss Davenport."

   "Indeed, Music Appreciation with Miss Davenport.  When a boy is so
intent on self abuse we have found that shame is the best antidote Mr. 
Rivers.  Shame.  You will be escorted by Miss Jessica Toller to Miss
Davenport's classroom and you will show the fifth form girls your
masturbatory shenanigans.  Miss Davenport will supervise your display for
the girls then you will join the fifth form girls for the remainder of the
day, taking all their classes and participating fully.  Each teacher will
decide how best to incorporate your naked shame into their lesson plans. 
For, Mr.  Rivers.  you will wear no clothes until you leave Greystoke after
breakfast tomorrow morning.  Then, you will be returned to Branstone. 
Mrs.Dibble would you be so kind as to summon Jessica Toller."

   Mrs.  Dibble stepped out and quickly returned with Jessica in tow: still
naked, still disgraced.  Dibble handed the naked girl a note for Miss
Davenport.  "Here..  deliver the note and the boy to Miss Davenport's class
and return to the waiting room smartly.  We have yet to deal with you."

   No sooner had the students left the office that the pair flew at each
other.  His hand rammed up her skirts and hers flew down the front of his
trousers.  They panted, wheezed and puffed as they dug at each other. 
Their tongues trust down each other's throats and they moaned and groaned
frantically.

   "Oh Mr.  Dibble, don't stick your big hairy cock in my little girly
cunt. Please don't Mr.Dibble." She pleaded.

   "I'm going to split your sweet cunt wide open Mrs.Dibble.  Fuck you
until you scream.  Fuck your tight little asshole too.  Stick my hot cock
so far inside that you will feel it in your throat."

   Mrs.  Dibble hoiked her skirt up over her hips and bent herself over the
desk.  "Oh please, Mr.  Dibble don't do it.  Don't fuck an innocent little
thing here in the office.  Don't stick your thick, hot fuck pole up my
tight maiden's cunt.  I won't be able to bear it.  It is so big, Mr.Dibble,
so monstrous."

   Mr.Dibble with cock in hand, approached then entered her.  She held
herself open for his entrance.  "Take that up the cunt, you little slut. 
Fuck that cock.  Ride it."

   "You are hurting me Mr.Dibble.  Oh...  Oh...  you shall kill me...Oh
please..Fuck me...fuck me harder Mr.Dibble.  I want to suck on your big
fuck stick...."

   He collapsed on her back in very short order as she did on the desktop.
They breathed out the end of their mutual orgasms, then stood together and
straightened out clothing and hair.

   "Now," he addressed his wife.  " Go and fetch young Jessica Toller,
Mrs.Dibble.  We have work to do...."
   TO BE CONTINUED