Rigby Court took boys as boarders from aged eight and tended to their educational and bodily needs until they left, aged thirteen, to move on to Rigby School. Serious preparation for the rigours of a public school education did not really being until the boys were aged eleven and a number of boys were admitted to the school at this age. The unblemished buttocks being presented to the doubtful pleasures of Gee-Gee's cane were the property of just such a boy: Cedric Oliver Ingram-Lewis. Called Cedric, by his father and always Cedric Oliver, by his mother and paternal grandmother, he was known as Oliver to all his friends, but all versions will be used depending on who is speaking.
Prior to his entry aged eleven into Rigby Court, Oliver had not had a particularly pleasant life. The Ingram-Lewis's were an old family from Northumberland and had originally been owners of several coal mines just north of Newcastle. As such, they had become very rich and their main pit, Ingram Deep, was one of the most profitable in England. It produced some of the finest steam-raising coal in the country. The family had more or less handed the management of their business to a professional managing director and simply sat back and collected the proceeds, which were considerable.
Oliver's father, Patrick Ingram-Lewis, was in the Regular Navy where he had attained the rank of Commander. As the navy was his fulltime occupation, he was rarely at home and Oliver was brought up by his mother and grandmother in the family pile, Ingram House, located near Hexham in Northumberland.
Commander Ingram-Lewis had himself been left without a father, who had died when his son was still at school and had been brought up by his mother. He had trodden much the same path as his son was now embarking on and had run the gauntlet of life at both Rigby Court and Rigby School, where he had been introduced at the age of eighteen to the forbidden pleasures of male sex. Boys at Rigby had no contact at all with girls. Remember we are there talking about Oliver's father in late Victorian times and buggery, to give it its official name, was rife in such places as Rigby. Although strictly forbidden and leading to horrendous birchings for any boy caught in the act, the practice was unofficially tolerated. The powers that be, governors and teachers together, realised that they were wasting their time in trying to stop boys experimenting with sex. It should also be added that the teaching profession was a refuge for what we today would call closet homosexuals. It was not unknown for certain staff members to give certain senior boys what was referred to as anal stimulation. More crudely put, the boys in question got their arses fucked. On the whole, most of them enjoyed the experience, but even those who did not, never complained. So at Rigby, as elsewhere in similar establishments throughout the country, a culture of hypocrisy reigned supreme. Everyone knew what was going on, but eyes were closed and nothing was said.
Of course you have to remember that under the benighted laws of the UK, buggery and homosexuality were punishable by imprisonment; so everyone kept mum. And on the whole, things worked out all right. The public schools turned out outstanding young men, the proportion of homosexuals in which was much the same as the national average. Many of the boys were what might well be called "frustration buggers", boys who fucked their school mates out of frustration and who, on leaving school and finding themselves in mixed company, reverted to regular sexual relationships with members of the opposite sex.
Patrick Ingram Lewis was first introduced to the delights of buggery when he was eighteen. He had committed a slight misdemeanour, for which one of the senior prefects decided to cane him. Summoned by Ashton, the senior prefect in question, to answer for his piffling faux-pas, he was offered six bare or three bare and... Six bare implied that he would be given six strokes of the cane across is naked arse and the other option of three bare and... Well, the meaning of the word "bare" was left to his imagination. Knowing full well just how brutal the prefects were in wielding the cane across their schoolmates naked arses, Patrick had taken the second option in the spirit of "nothing ventured, nothing gained" without any clear idea of what was about to happen. He thought that it could not be worse than the pain from the cane, a pain with which he was already intimately familiar, for as in most public schools, the cane reigned supreme at Rigby, wielded by both the Headmaster and the prefects.
After three stingingly awful cuts across his naked arse, Ashton told him to stay bent over the chair over which he had been caned. He was pleasantly surprised when he felt a hand massage some oil into the cleavage between his buns and into his anus, to be followed by the insertion of Ashton's long, smooth cock into his fundamental orifice. Patrick found the experience quite pleasant, although when Ashton finally shot his load, Patrick had no idea what he was supposed to do with the spunk which had just been injected into his arsehole. Anyway, all's well that ends well. Ashton shook his hand, told him not to mention what had happened to anyone and sent Patrick on his way. So that was how Patrick Ingram-Lewis was introduced to the homosexual sex act. He had, in the official verbiage of the day, been buggered and had, like many before him, enjoyed it. And in the great tradition of the English public school ethic, it never even crossed his mind to report Ashton for gross indecency, as it was officially called; it just was not done!
We do not need to go into details as to where this new knowledge led the young man. Suffice it to say that in the remaining two years he spent at Rigby School, copulation became one of the key elements in his life. Initially confined to his school mates, where fucking was rife, Patrick allowed his curiosity to take him into the forbidden pastures of the town. He was an attractive young man, very well endowed where it mattered most and, as such, had no problem in finding willing female company. What the school authorities would have said about that and what they would have done had they known, remains a matter of conjecture, as they never did find out about Patrick's extramural sexual escapades.
Much to his surprise in his final year at Rigby, Patrick was made a prefect. Patrick had not been a bad pupil but even his kindest judges would not have rated his performance as stellar. Patrick had not been particularly rebellious in his time at Rigby, but he had, nevertheless, for one reason or another been a regular visitor to the Headmaster's study. There his "bare bum" .to use the vulgar expression common among the boys, had suffered regular roasting, all of which he had taken with a shrug as being part and parcel of public school life. But even worse had been the beatings dished out by the prefects whose job it was to maintain rule and order outside the classroom. Limited by the school rules to a maximum of six strokes of the cane across the recipient's naked arse, the prefects managed, by dint of constant practice, to deliver excruciatingly exemplary pain to the supplicant. It goes without saying that they much enjoyed making their schoolmates suffer and the word "maximum" might just have well not have been there, for not one prefect ever gave less than the six strokes. Indeed, a prefect's beating, even with fewer strokes of the cane, was quite often much worse than any that the Headmaster himself ever delivered. These boys were great practitioners of the "more from less philosophy" in that they all studied methods of applying the cane to the supplicant arses which came their way, to ensure that every stroke delivered s maximum pain. So with practice a prefect could achieve in six strokes what the Headmaster did in twelve; they were just very, very efficient.
But now, like a gift from heaven, Patrick was a prefect himself so that he too could now apply the cane to the naked arses of any miscreants. He thought of it as poetic justice; the ability to give to others what he had so often received him. He smiled inwardly to himself, as he composed what he thought was an apposite pseudo-biblical quotation on the matter, which ran:
"To him who hath so often received, so shall he in the fullness of time experience the joy of giving!"
And let us be quite clear, in his final year, Patrick Ingram-Lewis really experienced the joy of giving, as he dispensed his percussive generosity on every possible occasion. Not even the smallest infringement of the school rules escaped his attention. If he caught the miscreant in the act, six stinging cuts of the senior cane the bare arse were automatic. But the ability to administer corporal punishment opened up another joyous pastime to Patrick. As a sexual athlete, Patrick rapidly was acknowledged by his classmates as being "one hell of a shafter". If the occasion presented itself and conditions looked propitious, Patrick indulged in what was to become his greatest pleasure: fucking the arse of the boy he had just beaten. He found it unbelievably erotic, once his victim's arse was flaming with the weals of the cane, to provide the hapless lad with what he referred to as "anal stimulation" was the height of sexual pleasure. At buggery he was a past master, as were many of his schoolmates, but for sheer eroticism, nothing compared with fucking an arse he had just beaten. But he was careful in his actions and limited them to the boys in the last year at school all of whom were aged eighteen and were young men rather than boys. Of course, what he did was strictly forbidden, but so were all sexual activities: forbidden but tolerated. And if no one complained, which no one ever did, then where was the harm. Let's be frank; no boy was ever raped and once initiated into the joys of sex, no one ever complained, for the truth of the matter was that for those who indulged in it, anal sex rapidly became a pleasure, which few would forego.
