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01 - Tied in prep school uniform
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By Paul D
Sunday, April 17th 2005 - 09:16:32 PM
Before I start to tell you about this rather embarrassing little incident I need to give you some background.
I lived in Greenwich, London until my Dad remarried. He and I moved into his new wife's house in a rather nice part of Sussex. Dad, at this time, had also got a promotion in his work and was going to be backwards and forwards to Europe. His new wife was Stephanie, I got on okay with her and also with her son, David. I was, at that time fourteen and he was eleven and three quarters. He went to a posh prep school and would be there until he went up into the senior section at thirteen and a half. Because it was convenient to my dad, as he would be away a lot, I was sent to the senior section of David's school. Both the prep school and the 'big' school were on the same site. I had not been away from home before but I soon settled into the system of boarding schools. Everything was different to what I was used to in my London school but it was okay. The uniform was actually quite like the one I had been used to previously: Basically it was a white shirt, grey trousers, striped tie and navy blue blazer.
Now the start of the trouble was David's 'preppie' uniform. It was everything any self respecting boy would hate. The classic English prep-school boy uniform. It was Grey shirt, Grey shorts, Long grey socks with red stipes round the tops, a bright red wool blazer with gold braid all round the edges and pockets and the gold school badge on the pocket. The tie was red and gold stripes. All this was finished off with an old fashioned school cap also in red with a gold badge. The uniform had to be worn in its entirety except for the cap which would be removed indoors only.
Clearly it was usual for boys in the 'Big' school to tease the preppies about their uniform and that they were rather inferior to us older kids. I had a slight problem in terms of my own status as I was a comparitive newcomer and I have to admit that I was a bit of a short arse at that time. In fact David measured half an inch taller than me and he was only not yet twelve!!!
To compensate for this 'size defect 'I tended to overdo the the jibing of the preppies (or 'shatters' as they were called for some reason that nobody seemed to know) David would get the worst of it from me, for obvious reasons and I would keep teasing him and his friends about the babyish uniform and their 'little boy' grey school shorts and their nobbly knees and of course the schoolboy cap. David just seemed to laugh it off and I have to say that we both basically got on very well.
In London at that time nobody would ever wear shorts past the age of about eight but the 'shatters' had to wear them until they were thirteen.
My two best friends Sam and Alan kept telling me to lay off the littluns a bit and said I was overdoing it. I put this concern down to the fact that they both had 'Shatter' brothers.
The school had a scout troop and because the scout age went from eleven, shatters and the seniors mixed in the scouting setting.
I enjoyed scouts (shorts were no longer worn)and once a month there would be a 'wide game' which was basically a flag raiding game or rescue the prisoner type of game. One way or another somebody would finish up tied up and gagged and invariably it would be the preppies, much to our delight.
It was a Thursday lunchtime when Sam and Alan asked me if I would be up for a widegame the following day after tea. They said that they had worked out a great game with their younger brothers and that mixed aged teams would be needed like in the scout widegames. They said it was nothing to do with the scouts and did I think it was a good idea. I said that it sounded great. Sam said that the teachers mustn't know or they would probably not allow it. We agreed to meet at Atkins Barn which was a disused barn on land left to the school when Mr Alfred Atkins died.
The barn was always the starting point of the scout wide-games and it was logical to start the 'unofficial ' game there. Sam, Alan and me went to the barn straight after tea taking our jeans etc with us . We had to have tea in uniform and we could not risk being seen slipping out in non uniform stuff.
We got to the barn a little late and the littluns were already there but there were only six of them. Even allowing for me, Sam, Alan and a couple of other seniors who were said to be to be taking part, there was only enough for one team. One of them said that the others will be here soon.
Sam started to get changed and me and Alan followed. I was about to put my jeans on when I was grabbed by my arms and legs and pulled to the floor. I was aware of Sam and Alan holding my arms and what seemed to be numerous littluns holding my legs. Something was pulled over my head and I was in total darkness. In that situation you become quickly disorientated and although I was aware of being dressed up by my captors, I was unclear quite what was happening as I continued to struggle but with little success. Suddenly the activity subsided and I was aware of what they had dressed me up in. My thoughts were interrupted by my hands being held together in front of me and being bound very tightly together. Similarly I felt ropes being bound round my ankles. The ropes were tightened by frapping turns (a scout term) which is the rope being tied vyrtically round the bindings of feet and hands and pulled tight and knotted off.
The hood was taken off my head and my worst fears were clearly a reality. I was trussed up helpless wearing the full prep-school uniform. The kids put the cap on my head, straightened my tie while they all laughed and jeered at me looking so infantile and stupid. I complained and threatened them, of course but Alan and Sam then told me that what I was about to get was the least I deserved as I had become a bully and needed a good lesson. I then started to plead and promise I would not do it again but was interrupted by my own school tie being tied into my mouth and knotted tightly behind my neck. Alan then told me to close my mouth a keep my little boy lips together. I obeyed and my mouth was securely taped up with strips of duct tape. The grinning face that sealed me up was that of David and he clearly enjoyed silencing me in this way. A little lad who I did not know except by sight carried a pole towards me that was about six feet long and two inches thick. 'we are going to take you on a little journey but you won't find it very comfortable', he said with a cute grin, showing the gap where he had lost his two front teeth. The pole was then pushed through my tied up hands and feet and with two lads holding the front and two, the back, I was lifted off the ground and carried off with the pole supported on the boys' shoulders. As I hung by my hands and feet from the pole, the pain was excruciating un. My discomfort did serve to some extent to obscure the taunts from my young captors and indeed my friends Sam and Alan.
I was carried into the copse which was about two hundred yards from the barn. I was put on the ground. Sam then told me that I was going to be a 'little preppie' for a few hours and will stay in the school uniform all the time. David then told me that the uniform I was wearing was his and made strong comments about how well it fitted me as a fourteen year old shatter. The smallest of the kids then told me to get up. I struggled to my feet and was told to go over to a large tree that was about 15 feet from where I was standing. With cries of derision from all the boys I bunny hopped to the tree. The little boy then told me to turn and face the trunk and to put my bound hands on my head. I obeyed him. Alan then said that I must keep my nose against the tree and stand still as if I was standing in the corner like a naughty little boy in the classroom. I stood there for what seemed like hours but was probably less than an half an hour. I listened to the boys talking about me, laughing at me and planning all manner of awful things for me to suffer. I knew that these were all being exaggerated but was worried about what they were going to do to me. At last I was told to take my hands off my head and was made to jump to a thinner tree about six feet away. A long rope was tied to the ropes binding my hands. The other end was thrown over a branch above me. They pulled on the rope and my hands were hoisted up over my head. David and another boy then pulled on the rope until I was lifted up on my toes. The rope was tied off and I dangled there helplessly. Andrew, a boy of about ten then........and you will have to wait a bit to find out what happened next
Paul D
UK
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01 - Tied in prep school uniform
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By Paul D
Sunday, April 17th 2005 - 09:16:32 PM
Before I start to tell you about this rather embarrassing little incident I need to give you some background.
I lived in Greenwich, London until my Dad remarried. He and I moved into his new wife's house in a rather nice part of Sussex. Dad, at this time, had also got a promotion in his work and was going to be backwards and forwards to Europe. His new wife was Stephanie, I got on okay with her and also with her son, David. I was, at that time fourteen and he was eleven and three quarters. He went to a posh prep school and would be there until he went up into the senior section at thirteen and a half. Because it was convenient to my dad, as he would be away a lot, I was sent to the senior section of David's school. Both the prep school and the 'big' school were on the same site. I had not been away from home before but I soon settled into the system of boarding schools. Everything was different to what I was used to in my London school but it was okay. The uniform was actually quite like the one I had been used to previously: Basically it was a white shirt, grey trousers, striped tie and navy blue blazer.
Now the start of the trouble was David's 'preppie' uniform. It was everything any self respecting boy would hate. The classic English prep-school boy uniform. It was Grey shirt, Grey shorts, Long grey socks with red stipes round the tops, a bright red wool blazer with gold braid all round the edges and pockets and the gold school badge on the pocket. The tie was red and gold stripes. All this was finished off with an old fashioned school cap also in red with a gold badge. The uniform had to be worn in its entirety except for the cap which would be removed indoors only.
Clearly it was usual for boys in the 'Big' school to tease the preppies about their uniform and that they were rather inferior to us older kids. I had a slight problem in terms of my own status as I was a comparitive newcomer and I have to admit that I was a bit of a short arse at that time. In fact David measured half an inch taller than me and he was only not yet twelve!!!
To compensate for this 'size defect 'I tended to overdo the the jibing of the preppies (or 'shatters' as they were called for some reason that nobody seemed to know) David would get the worst of it from me, for obvious reasons and I would keep teasing him and his friends about the babyish uniform and their 'little boy' grey school shorts and their nobbly knees and of course the schoolboy cap. David just seemed to laugh it off and I have to say that we both basically got on very well.
In London at that time nobody would ever wear shorts past the age of about eight but the 'shatters' had to wear them until they were thirteen.
My two best friends Sam and Alan kept telling me to lay off the littluns a bit and said I was overdoing it. I put this concern down to the fact that they both had 'Shatter' brothers.
The school had a scout troop and because the scout age went from eleven, shatters and the seniors mixed in the scouting setting.
I enjoyed scouts (shorts were no longer worn)and once a month there would be a 'wide game' which was basically a flag raiding game or rescue the prisoner type of game. One way or another somebody would finish up tied up and gagged and invariably it would be the preppies, much to our delight.
It was a Thursday lunchtime when Sam and Alan asked me if I would be up for a widegame the following day after tea. They said that they had worked out a great game with their younger brothers and that mixed aged teams would be needed like in the scout widegames. They said it was nothing to do with the scouts and did I think it was a good idea. I said that it sounded great. Sam said that the teachers mustn't know or they would probably not allow it. We agreed to meet at Atkins Barn which was a disused barn on land left to the school when Mr Alfred Atkins died.
The barn was always the starting point of the scout wide-games and it was logical to start the 'unofficial ' game there. Sam, Alan and me went to the barn straight after tea taking our jeans etc with us . We had to have tea in uniform and we could not risk being seen slipping out in non uniform stuff.
We got to the barn a little late and the littluns were already there but there were only six of them. Even allowing for me, Sam, Alan and a couple of other seniors who were said to be to be taking part, there was only enough for one team. One of them said that the others will be here soon.
Sam started to get changed and me and Alan followed. I was about to put my jeans on when I was grabbed by my arms and legs and pulled to the floor. I was aware of Sam and Alan holding my arms and what seemed to be numerous littluns holding my legs. Something was pulled over my head and I was in total darkness. In that situation you become quickly disorientated and although I was aware of being dressed up by my captors, I was unclear quite what was happening as I continued to struggle but with little success. Suddenly the activity subsided and I was aware of what they had dressed me up in. My thoughts were interrupted by my hands being held together in front of me and being bound very tightly together. Similarly I felt ropes being bound round my ankles. The ropes were tightened by frapping turns (a scout term) which is the rope being tied vyrtically round the bindings of feet and hands and pulled tight and knotted off.
The hood was taken off my head and my worst fears were clearly a reality. I was trussed up helpless wearing the full prep-school uniform. The kids put the cap on my head, straightened my tie while they all laughed and jeered at me looking so infantile and stupid. I complained and threatened them, of course but Alan and Sam then told me that what I was about to get was the least I deserved as I had become a bully and needed a good lesson. I then started to plead and promise I would not do it again but was interrupted by my own school tie being tied into my mouth and knotted tightly behind my neck. Alan then told me to close my mouth a keep my little boy lips together. I obeyed and my mouth was securely taped up with strips of duct tape. The grinning face that sealed me up was that of David and he clearly enjoyed silencing me in this way. A little lad who I did not know except by sight carried a pole towards me that was about six feet long and two inches thick. 'we are going to take you on a little journey but you won't find it very comfortable', he said with a cute grin, showing the gap where he had lost his two front teeth. The pole was then pushed through my tied up hands and feet and with two lads holding the front and two, the back, I was lifted off the ground and carried off with the pole supported on the boys' shoulders. As I hung by my hands and feet from the pole, the pain was excruciating un. My discomfort did serve to some extent to obscure the taunts from my young captors and indeed my friends Sam and Alan.
I was carried into the copse which was about two hundred yards from the barn. I was put on the ground. Sam then told me that I was going to be a 'little preppie' for a few hours and will stay in the school uniform all the time. David then told me that the uniform I was wearing was his and made strong comments about how well it fitted me as a fourteen year old shatter. The smallest of the kids then told me to get up. I struggled to my feet and was told to go over to a large tree that was about 15 feet from where I was standing. With cries of derision from all the boys I bunny hopped to the tree. The little boy then told me to turn and face the trunk and to put my bound hands on my head. I obeyed him. Alan then said that I must keep my nose against the tree and stand still as if I was standing in the corner like a naughty little boy in the classroom. I stood there for what seemed like hours but was probably less than an half an hour. I listened to the boys talking about me, laughing at me and planning all manner of awful things for me to suffer. I knew that these were all being exaggerated but was worried about what they were going to do to me. At last I was told to take my hands off my head and was made to jump to a thinner tree about six feet away. A long rope was tied to the ropes binding my hands. The other end was thrown over a branch above me. They pulled on the rope and my hands were hoisted up over my head. David and another boy then pulled on the rope until I was lifted up on my toes. The rope was tied off and I dangled there helplessly. Andrew, a boy of about ten then........and you will have to wait a bit to find out what happened next
Paul D
UK
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