Did you ever read Roald Dahl's autobiography "Boy"? It was deeply formative for me. I read it when I was about 6, and while I was immersed in it I carried it everywhere in a daze of excitement, confusion and anxiety. Pretending that I wasn't affected by it, that the pages describing his public school punishments at the hands of teachers and prefects didn't leave my mind whirling and heart pounding.
When I was 8, my junior school teacher read it to us in story corner. I remember at the start of the second or third chapter, describing his first school caning as a boy not much older than myself. The chapter is called simply "The Cane", and the teacher held the book up to show us all a distinctive Quentin Blake illustration of a long, crook-handled cane. I stared at the carpet, willing my face not to betray me, appalled that something so deeply personal to me would be made so casually public.
I still have a number of my favourite fantasies based on that book. I think the most lasting is the story of the punishment style of a dreaded teacher when Roald was an older boy. This teacher would deliver his canings to you at leisure in his study, pacing room while you waited, bottom bare, over the arm of his sofa, and lecturing you at length between each hard, slow stroke. He would give you ten, all in all, and afterwards a damp cloth to clean up the blood. This is still a fantasy I return to two decades on.
The other most memorable anecdotes are centred around the tradition of "fagging". Prefects would be assigned younger boys to act as their personal servants, the equivalent of military batmen. Thus boys of good breeding would learn humility and service for a time, but benefit from the system when their turn came around. Stories abound of the peculiar cruelties and abuses only teenage boys are capable of when given power over those weaker than themselves.
My favourite story was of the prefect who would set his fag cleaning his study, and then, to inspect the results, put on a pristeen white glove to run his finger along every surface in the room while the hapless boy stood, quaking in his shoes, waiting to hear his sentence. I've always wanted to make a film exploring this theme. When the chance came to shoot with Sebastian and Jimmy I couldn't resist, especially once I discovered that Sebastian has a big thing for service and boot-blacking as a sub.
Given the location, my budget and the boys' personal style I couldn't quite stretch to a full historical re-enactment in Etonian top and tails. (I did lend Jimmy my white gloves, but sadly they were too small for his large hands.) This is a modern public school in which such traditions are continued clandestinely, behind closed doors.
The resulting film is a rather bleak story of a mistreated school boy which comes right from the heart of my kink. The boys give brilliant performances, from Jimmy's patronising lectures and very, very hard spanking, to Sebastian's sulky submission and expert shoe polishing. Even if you don't normally watch M/M as erotica, I hope you can enjoy the atmosphere, emotions and CP-themed power play in this intense scene.