Monastery life and getting into trouble

     From then off, Charles got used to life in a monastery.
     He learned to always show respect to a monk and refer to them as "Father." I didn't take much time for Charles to learn that.  He had trouble with morning prayer.  Although Anglicans are not much different from Catholics. Both are Christians and use the Bible. But Catholics practice many rituals such as private confession while Anglicans use general confessions which are said as a group in public.
      So Charles was uncomfortable gathering with other boys to read from the Bible or say the rosary. But he went along and eventually became accustomed to morning prayer.
     Charles found the classes to be challenging. He was smart, but the monks demanded a lot more of him and other students. So he studied harder and became a better student.  The monks noticed and encouraged him to get even better.
     The trouble came on the weekends when there were no classes, but boys were expected to study.  One Saturday, Charles and his friends got mischievous. They had been playing soccer and were energized.
    

They all enjoyed playing soccer and sometimes one of the monks would play with them.  It was funny because the monks wore sandals and often their sandal would fly off when they kicked the ball. They all had a good laugh and the game would pause while the monk retrieved his sandal and slipped it on again.
     But this time the game was different. They had been playing hard and, before they knew it, they were wrestling on the ground.  Charles was more muscular than the others so he dominated. Then one boy was slammed into the ground and cried out.
"Owww! Owww!" the boy screamed. "My side hurts!" Everything stopped and some of the boys tried to help their classmate to his feet. "Oww! Leave me alone!"  Either someone squeal or the monks heard the yelling and several of them came running to the scene.  They cleared the boys away and examined the injured boy. One of the older monks said to call paramedics and they quickly arrived. They examined the boy, then carefully put him on a stretcher, rolled him into a paramedic van and drove away.
      The older monk demanded to know what happened. All the boys talked at once but the monk took each boy separately and heard their story.  Then he ordered the boys to go to their rooms. Charles talked a lot to his roommate who had not been there.  At supper, the boys were very quiet.  Before the end of the meal, the older monk appeared and announced that the injured boy had a cracked rib.  Everyone who had been there felt guilty.
      The next morning, the monks took the boys separately and asked who had slammed their classmate to the ground.  No one admitted but Charles knew it was not him and told the monk that repeatedly.  The monk said all the boys on the soccer field would be held responsible.

     Later that day, the monks returned and said it was decided that the boys would be confined to their rooms for a week except for morning prayer and classes. Their meals would be brought to their room and they would eat alone. Charles did not object and for a week, he did not see his classmates except for morning prayer and classes.
     Eating alone made him admit to himself that they were all at fault for round-housing. He felt very guilty and alone.  He was so lonely that he even cried a little.  It was an enormous relief when the week was over.
     For a time, Charles was very well-behaved and just concentrated on his studies.

Monk education

    

Charles was excited about transferring from public schools to a private school run by Franciscan monks.  His parents decided - and Charles agreed - that he would get a much better education from the monk who were well-known for producing excellent, college-bound graduates.
     Of course, his parents had other ideas.  David was a mischievous teenager who was always getting into trouble.  It wasn't anything serious, just breaking a window playing a game with his friends or surrounding a house with toilet paper during Halloween if he and his friends didn't like the "treats."
     The Franciscans were well-known for disciplining naughty boys so Charles thought they would succeed where he didn't. He even spanked Charles on his bare butt several times, even using a belt. Charles cried and promised to be good, but after a while, Charles was back to his bad ways.
     Charles didn't say anything about that, but he just knew that disciplining him was a major reason for sending him to the Franciscans. Besides, Charles knew he was often naughty and agreed with his parents that the Franciscans would teach him some discipline and turn him into a good young man.  After all, Charles wanted to succeed once he finished his schooling.
     Furthermore, he hated being spanked by his father.  It hurt so much to have his butt beaten hard and it was so humiliating to pull down his pants and undies or all of his clothes, even though his father hugged him afterward and showed him fatherly love.
   

Soon, his parents took him to the monastery where he would be educated with other teens. A monk in brown robes greeted them and took them inside. The monastery was an old building and next to a big church.
     Neither Charles nor his parents were Catholic; instead they were Anglican.  The monk assured his parents that they would not try to convert Charles but said he would be required to participate in morning prayer with the other boys before classes. This was designed to give Charles a moral background which he would need in his life.
     Charles asked if the classes were all-boy.  Yes, said the monk. They found that being exposed to girls as a teenager would be far too distracting.  Charles had a couple of girlfriends in his life but it was nothing serious. He and his girlfriends would simply hold hands and embrace and sometimes kiss.  But Charles had never touched a girl's breasts or seen one naked.  He was too young for that, although he was very curious about girls and wondered what sex would be like.  Sure, he and his friends would look at dirty magazines and lust after a girl's breasts.  Their cocks always got hard but at most they would grope their cocks through their jeans.
     After the talk, the monk took the family on a tour of the monastery.  There were two beds in each room so Charles would have a roommate.  He hoped the guy would be nice. Then Charles' parents left.  The monk showed Charles his room and reminded him that supper was promptly at 6 p.m. and lights out was at 10 p.m.

     From there, Charles looked around the monastery, looking for areas he had not seen during the tour.  He found the monks' quarters and was surprised at how sparse and spartan they were.  There was a simple bed, a chair and a chest that probably contained clothes. On the wall was a cross or crucifix.
     Promptly at 6 p.m., Charles showed up at the student
dining area. There were already other boys there, serving themselves from hot trays. The food was nothing special, just spaghetti, salads, bread, apple pie and lots of fruit.  
     Charles decided to take some fruit back to his room for later in case he got hungry again.  He ate well and chatted with other boys, introducing himself and learning about them.
     It was very enjoyable.  Charles learned that about half of the boys were Catholic and the other half were different kinds of Protestants.

After supper, most of the boys gathered in a lounge and just talked.  Most of the talk was getting to know each other better and about the monastery and the monks. Most of the monks were very nice and good teachers. But a few monks were not so nice.  This interested Charles so he asked about them. The boys would not reveal much, but just warned Charles to stay away from them. The boys seemed nervous and embarrassed about it which made Charles even more curious.  But none of them would elaborate.
     Still, Charles liked the place so far.