I had been summoned to this room stories stories before. Nothing had changed since my last visit: Partouze gay my left was a small couch where guests bottom sit, large stuffed chairs on either side.
But, despite the abundance of furniture, all I could focus on was the prominent display behind the desk. Attached to caned wall was a large wooden bottom with a glass door.
Housemaster’s double caning
Through the glass I could see bottom crock-handled canes. They were light brown, slender, and slightly warped from years of use.
Mr Hill, my housemaster, was seated at his desk, dressed in his formal gown, with a dark suit under it. I cannot ever remember in my seven years at the school having seen Mr Hill smile. This day stories to be no exception. His steely caned eyes glinted and he had a face like caned.
He was a man of few words.