Free Prodigal Son (Jensen Family #1) by Michelle Day Page B

two teachers holding him and was completely unprepared for the
sting of the cane as it hit his backside, he cried out in pain and shock at the
first blow but bit his lip and remained silent during the next nine lashes. “I
do not expect to see you in here again. What do you have to say to me?”
    Paul was thinking “Sadistic
bastard.” but as the school rules stated, he said “Thank you Sir.” and was
marched back to his room. Sneaking to the bathroom during the night, he pulled
down his boxers and surveyed his backside, he saw the red welts in his flesh
and he still felt the pain but boy was it worth it. Having checked the school
rules again, he noticed that boys were required to wear pyjamas to bed, as he
usually only wore his boxers at home, he had found the bedtime garments
uncomfortable and restrictive and after today’s punishment decided that
sleeping naked, refusing to go to lessons and smoking should put him well and
truly in the bad boy books.
    He received twenty strokes
the following morning after being forcibly dressed by the house master and
again spent his day at the desk outside the Principles office, shifting from
one cheek to the other to alleviate the pain along with two other boys from his
dorm who also seemed to have a knack for getting into trouble. He was allowed
out to his morning break which he spent flirting with the girls, he received a
further five strokes for this.
    That night, he stayed up
late, much to the annoyance of his room mate who had
begged him to tow the line, studying the rule book one again. He smiled to
himself before he turned out the light and whispered to his roommate that he
should get up early and get out of the room so that he didn’t get caught up in
Paul’s plans.
    “What are you going to do?”
“I can’t tell you Louis, if you don’t know what I’m up to then you can’t take
any of the blame, I’ll be out of here soon and hopefully you will get a decent
roommate.”
    He heard Louis leave the room
an hour before breakfast and quickly stripped off his boxer shorts before
sliding back under the covers. He had discovered that a major infraction of the
school rules was masturbation, hugely frowned upon in this institution, he
realised he may have hit upon the one thing that would indeed get him expelled.
As the bell for breakfast sounded, Paul lay back in his bed and turned his
thoughts to Suzanne and all the things she had taught him in their month
together.
    “We’d better get the Jensen
boy up.” Mr. Roberts, Paul’s science teacher said to his colleague, Games
Master Shore, a large brute of a man. He felt for the boy and hated that the
task of getting Paul out of bed and dressed had fallen to him, having been sent
to boarding school himself he knew what the boy was going through, he despised
himself for working here but needs must, a wife, child, another on the way and
a hefty mortgage had necessitated him taking this job.
    Opening the door to the room
that Paul and Louis shared he couldn’t believe that this boy appeared to be
breaking each rule in order.
    Paul had kicked off the
covers as his thoughts of Suzanne aroused him beyond belief, he didn’t realise
at first that he wasn’t alone until the Games Master growled and hauled him out
of the bed by his hair screaming at him to cover himself up.
    Paul shook off the hand
holding his hair and stood up straight both hands at his sides making no
attempt what so ever to cover his engorged penis. He knew the kind natured Mr
Roberts wouldn’t do a thing about this but he hadn’t counted on Games Master
Shore being his back up that morning. Realising he had made a huge error in not
checking the duty rota, Paul had two choices, cow tow to this man, apologise
and cover up or tough it out. His need to be at home in his normal surroundings
gave him the courage he needed to keep his hands at his sides and his gaze
fixed on the large man screaming at him.
    Mr Roberts was sent to get
the Principle while the Games