Thinking back, my first homosexual encounter probably happened when I was at school, though I did not realise it at the time. It is was also the first time my bottom had had a cane applied to it.

I was a very naïve 14 year old and was in a P.E. class where we were being made to play football, which I hated. I have always played tennis and have never really been interested in participating in other sports. Anyway, we were outside on the playing fields for a double lesson of football, where I spent the entire time leaning against the goalpost chatting to the goalkeeper. At the end of the lesson, we all returned to the changing rooms for the compulsory shower. Whilst all the kids were showering Mr Price, the teacher: came out of his private changing room and told me that after I had showered and dried I was to put my p e shorts on and go to see him in his office. This I duly did.

He spent a good while explaining the benefits of team sports and healthy exercise. which gave the rest of the class plenty of time to get dressed and clear the changing room. Mr Price then told me to go into the changing room and wait for him.

He came out of his tiny cubicle of a room with a cane in his hand. he said that because of my attitude he had no option but to punish me and I was told to place my hands on one of the low benches and bend over. As I was only wearing a pair of thin white PE shorts with nothing underneath, I wasn't looking
forward to being punished.

So there I was, bent over, hands on bench, bottom offering a prime target. I felt the cane being rubbed against my bottom before the first stroke was applied. Not a hard stroke but enough to set my bottom tingling. Thinking that was it, I began to stand. Stay there, I was told; you have another three
of those to look forward to. Lowering myself back onto the bench I once again felt the cane being rubbed against my cheeks followed by a short pause, then the second stroke fell. This process was repeated for the third stroke, a much harder one this time.

Before the fourth stroke was applied, I once again felt the cane rubbing against my cheeks, only this time it also found its way in between my legs which were slightly apart and began to rub against my testicles before moving back to the cheeks of my bottom. This last bout of rubbing, both on my testicles and on my bottom seemed to last for quite an extended length of time, so by the time the fourth and final stroke fell I had a full erection and my cock was beginning to leak.

Being a naïve 14 year old (very naïve) I had never experienced any sexual activity, nor was I familiar with terms like pre cum. All I knew is that I was now facing Mr Price with a full erection that was clearly visible, pushing against the thin material of my shorts which now had a small wet patch on them from my leaking cock.

Mr Price was once again giving me a telling off for not taking part in the football, but he wasn't looking at me during his final speech, his eyes were fixed firmly on the front of my bulging shorts and the small wet patch which had made the white material somewhat see through. After he had finished his lecture, there was what seemed like a very long silence during which he kept his eyes focused on my shorts, when he seemed satisfied that my erection was on the wane, I was told to get dressed and go to lunch.

I never thought anything about it at the time. Being older and wiser now and thinking back, I suspect that he was more than likely getting some kind of sexual stimulation out of it. These days, that sort of behaviour by a teacher would be reported. Back then, it was merely considered to be all part of growing up.

What Mr Price never knew was that every time I had a p.e. lesson after that incident, I was hoping that he would repeat it, he never did.