Due to the efforts of a certain vocal group of bleeding hearts, corporal punishment was no longer allowed in the school systems of the island nation thus removing a valuable disciplinary tool from the hands of school officials to keep order in class, a tool that had proved its worth throughout the generations. As could be expected, without the possibility of misbehavior resulting in a sore bum, general rowdiness and vandalism increased rather dramatically during the next few months.
One school administrator was looking over the exact wording of the new law and wishing that it was still possible to treat these young offenders like they should be treated, it was long ago proved that the nerves controlling a boy's behavior and attention span are directly attached to the nerves in his bottom, stimulate one and you stimulate the other. Suddenly he realized that although the law prohibited spankings by school officials it did not in any way deny the same right to the parents of the misbehaving youngster, even the anti-spanking crowd did not dare go that far.
At first he sent a letter home to the parents of the misbehaving boy telling them his misdeed and also telling what would have happened to him if the new law was not in place and strongly suggesting that a similar punishment be exacted by the parent. At the bottom on the letter that had to be brought or sent back to school was a signature line that gave permission for the headmaster to inspect the site of the corporal punishment to see that the punishment had indeed been carried out.
For some boys this did indeed work well, the headmaster saw the signs of parental displeasure well demonstrated on some of the bared bums, wide stripes from the belt or narrower and raised welts from those whose fathers prefered to use the switch instead. The only problem with this system was the lag time between misdeed and punishment, in the days of yore a spanking administered in school had to be accompanied by a note home that had to be signed and returned, for most boys this note pretty much assured a second hiding to drive the point home, most fathers taking a fairly dim view of misbehavior in school and most all more than willing to express this with many and hard swats where they would do the most good.
He then figured that if the parent had to be more involved in the discipline of their wayward boys and be inconvenienced by the process it most likely would be more of a lesson learned so instead of simply sending home the letter to the misbehaving boy's parents in the hope appropriate action would be taken, he made a phone call instead. Now the parent, normally the father, would have to appear at the school to administer the spanking that used to be dealt with by the school officials.
"Mr. Jones, this is the headmaster of your son James' school," went the phone call, "I'm afraid that he has been acting out in class again rather badly and needs your guidance right now."
"Can't it wait until he gets home, I'll rip the hide off of him," said Mr. Jones, "I'm at work right now and it isn't really convenient for me to leave right now."
"I'm sorry, sir, but I must insist that you come to school and spank him now," said the headmaster, "I can't with a clear conscious send him back to class without this being taken care of, he will be back in the office almost immediately for he will figure if he is going to be spanked anyway it will make no difference to him if he acts up for the rest of the day. We need to strike while the iron's hot after all, that is the way it works the best."
"All right then," came the growl from the phone, "I'll be there in ten." There was a loud click as the phone was abruptly hung up.
Mr. Jones did arrive in ten minutes like he said and came into the office with a face like a thunder cloud.
"Where's that boy of mine, I'll straighten him out right quick," he said, unbuckling his thick leather belt.
"He's waiting outside the punishment room," answered the headmaster, "it's in use right now, though, so you'll have to wait a few minutes before the room is ready for you." He led Mr. Jones down the hall to a small office that had been put aside for this particular purpose. As you got closer to the room you could see James sitting on a chair outside of the room and hear the distinct sound of parental displeasure being visited upon the bare backside of a boy and his expressions of dismay at this treatment, loud wails of pain and begging came from behind the closed door.
"Who is it in there?" growled Mr. Jones, snapping the folded belt in his hand. His son's eyes grew wide at the loud popping noise the belt made.
"Er, Mr. Hobbs," said the headmaster, "his son was the partner in crime with James here."
"We're old mates," said Mr. Jones, "and it won't be the first time the two boys got a hiding together so I'm sure he won't mind. Come on, you." He took his son by the shoulder and opened the door to the room.
The sounds of tanned hide contacting boy hide paused for a moment as the door opened though the crying noises continued. Mr. Jones looked in and grabbed the chair his son had been sitting on and brought it into the room and closed it behind him.
"Hello, Bill," said Mr. Jones, "mind if we join the party?"
"Heavens, no," answered Mr. Hobbs, "there's plenty of room and boys that play together should pay together after all."
"Get your britches down," ordered Mr. Jones as Mr. Hobbs resumed explaining to his son about his behavior in school with many lashes of his stout belt across his bared butt cheeks. James knew better than to argue or try to wiggle out of it and quickly he was in a similar position to his pal, bared bottom raised up over his father's knees with his pants and underwear near his ankles.
Mr. Jones lost no time at all in turning his son's lily white behind first pink and then an angry red color with many strokes of his doubled over belt, each stroke landing clean and true with a loud 'crack' upon his rapidly heating target. It wasn't long before James added his voice to the litany of pain that his pal was singing very loudly.
Mr. Hobbs, having started first ended first, his son's bottom now a scarlet hue and very, very hot to the touch. Once again he had been reverted from being a snotty sixteen year old boy to a blubbering little boy who was learning a stern lesson from his dad. Mr. Jones took a bit longer, laying steady strokes of the belt down where they get the most attention, that special spot a boy has on each butt cheek where his butt meets his legs, most boys have a little frown crease there. That area of a boy's bottom is known for it's sensitivity and how it hits the chair when a boy sits down, spanks there will be noticed for some time to come. Finally Mr. Jones was satisfied that his son had learned his lesson, for now anyway.
The two men placed their boys in corners of the room, pants and shorts still around their ankles, hands behind their heads. Their freshly spanked bottoms glowed red like stop lights out into the room and were on full glorious display.
Mr. Hobbs opened the door to the room to find the headmaster standing outside.
"There you go, sir," he said, "you can see we did our part and the boys should behave themselves now. This should hold them until they get home, anyway, trust me when I say that they won't cause you any problems after we get done with them tonight. You can send them back to class when you think they are ready."
The two fathers walked away, putting their belts back on and discussing on how they would meet at Mr. Hobbs' house after supper that night, he had a big barn out behind the house and seeming as this was Friday the boys could be taught a hard lesson and still be able to sit on Monday in school, maybe not comfortably, but that was the payment due for misbehavior.
The headmaster looked at the two sixteen year old boys standing there, still sniffling a bit, their bottoms showing that they had indeed been taught a lesson with another due this evening after they ate. He smiled to himself, maybe this new law would work out well in the long run, by the old rules he was allowed to administer a maximum of twelve strokes of the strap across the seat of their pants, the fathers had no such restrictions and did a fine job with their belts. Maybe he should hang the old strap in the room in case one of the fathers decided it was useful, the sting of that piece of leather across bare bums was awesome indeed. Possibly he'd even put a wooden, American style paddle in the room, it is also supposed to be most effective and gets a boy's attention quickly and maybe some of the fathers will use it as a novelty.
"You boys can pull your pants back up and get back to class," he said, "but you might want to stop off at the boys' room and neaten up a little bit first."
It was two very subdued boys that followed his instructions and he looked as they walked stiffly by and saw the tears and snot smeared all over their faces, they would need a quick face wash before they resumed their classes. He bet they would love to be able to soak their bottoms in the sinks for a while as well. He'd check on them in a few minutes.
This new method of discipline was going to work out fine.