Michael spent a restless night thinking about his forthcoming ordeal. It would have been so much better if he could have been dealt with immediately after breakfast but it was going to be difficult to concentrate throughout the day knowing that after the school had finished he was going to have to present himself for punishment. Most of his classmates were sympathetic but one or two made a joke of his predicament by patting the seat of his trousers reminding poor Michael of how sore his bottom was going to be.
His friend Martin had an ambivalent attitude towards Michael's ordeal. Outwardly he expressed sympathy for Michael's predicament but there was another side to his character which found the idea of Michael having his bottom severly slippered quite exciting. During break when the two of them were alone in a corner of the playing field Martin turned to Michael with a strange request.
"Can I have a look at your behind before Fanshaw slippers it?" Michael thought it was a rather odd request but didn't really mind. He turned round lowered his trousers and underpants and exposed his bare bottom to Martin.
"I'm sorry you're going to be whacked Michael but I just wanted to see your bottom in its unpunished state before Fanshaw dealt with it.". He noticed that Michael's shoulders were moving up and down as he started to cry. He gently squeezed the left cheek of Michael's bottom.
"Dont cry Michael having your bottom slippered is not the end of the world. You have good firm well-fleshed cheeks which will soon recover from their beating. Try and be as brave as you can." Michael just nodded his head in mute acceptance of Martin's kind words. He knew that there was nothing he could do but accept what was coming to him. He pulled his underpants and trousers up and they both made their way to the next lesson.
James Fanshaw knew that he had over stepped the mark by increasing Michael's sentence fron 8 to 12 strokes of the slipper but his decision was final and none of the other prefects dare question his judgement. When Michael had dropped his trousers and he was faced with that milky white bottom his sole intention was to administer as many strokes of the slipper to it as he could reasonably get away with. It was not often you were faced with a bottom so obviously designed to be punished and he was not going to let the opportunity pass to give it as severe a slippering as possible. Poor Michael had no idea that James planned to administer the 12 strokes as hard as he possibly could but James had never looked forward to administering a beating with such relish.
The time for Michael's punishment finally arrived so at 5.30 he made his way to the room where prefects court was held. Punishments always took place after the days sentences had been handed down and he passed a slightly older boy walking disconsantly down the stairs clearly having been sentenced to a slippering. Two other miscreants were already waiting for their sentence to be carried out and Michael was instructed to stand in a line and not make a sound. Although he had tried to be philosophical about his punishment its close proximity caused his stomach to turn somersaults and he repeatedly ran his hands over the back of his trousers as if to comfort his small bottom. He was hoping that he would be first to be dealt with. Very soon the door opened and he was summoned inside. James Fanshaw sat at a desk flanked by two prefects with other prefects sat along the sides of the room. On the desk sat the slipper - a size 12 plimsoll with a thick rubber sole whose only purpose was to inflict pain on the bottom of a boy who in some way had transgressed. Michael had never felt so frightened and isolated.
"Your name is Michael Lee" Fanshaw announced," And you have been sentenced to 12 strokes of the slipper for theft."
"Yes Fanshaw" Michael replied in a barely audible whisper.
"Do you have anything to say before the sentence is carried out?" Michael just shook his head.
"Very well " Fanshaw continued "Remove only your trousers and bend over the vaulting horse." The vaulting horse was situated behind the desk which was now pushed to one side of the room. A bolster was laid on the top which ensured that the victim's backside presented a perfect target fot Fanshaw's slipper. Michael removed his trousers and folded them over a nearby chair. He was rather surprised that he was permitted to keep his underpants on but he carried out the instruction and made his way over to the vaulting horse. He took a deep breath before draping himself over the top of the horse ensuring that the bolster was secured under his hips. He felt extremely vunerable but in a curious way he had now reconciled himself to his forthcoming ordeal and the inevitability of his punishment.
James Fanshaw's eyes fixed upon Michael's small bottom clad in a pair of white underpants. He walked purposefully up to Michael and gently peeled his underpants down revealing the two small bottom cheeks they covered. In this pose Michael's bottom looked even more deserving of a severe slippering and James was certainly not going to disappoint. James returned to the desk and picked up the slipper in his right hand; it had already stung many of the boy's bottoms at St Justin's school and today Michael's was going to be next. James gently tapped the sole of the slipper on the palm of his left hand as he walked over to the vaulting horse where Michael waited for his ordeal to start. He tapped the centre of the waiting bottom and then keeping his gaze firmly fixed on the target took 4 steps backwards and 1 step to the left. James raised the slipper behind his right shoulder waited a few seconds before bounding in and with all his might cracking the slipper across the middle of Michael's bottom. The impact caused the cheeks to flatten and the noise completely filled the room. For an instant Michael felt nothing before his rear exploded in a flood of pain; he had never felt anything that hurt so much and he had no idea how he was going to take another 11 like that.
James surveyed the results of his efforts and was pleased to see the whole of Michael's bottom turn a dark pink. After allowing the sting to sink in he returned to his previous place fixed his gaze once again on Michael's backside and delivered the second stroke. His aim was perfect as number 2 exactly overlapped the his first effort causing the bottom to turn an even darker colour. As it landed on already sore flesh Michael let out a small cry testifying to the efficacy of the slipper. A smile played across James's lips; he wasnt going to be detered! James was really beginning to enjoy himself and he was determined that Michael would not be able to sit comfortably for a week after this slippering. He continued in the same way for strokes 3,4 and 5 as Michael's bottom took on increasingly deeper shades of red. Michael of course could not move. He had no option but to keep his bottom perfectly presented to be punished no matter how much it hurt. His face was screwed up in agony in contrast to his bottom which just protruded in order to be punished.
James decided in delivering the remaining 7 strokes that he should concentrate on the lower part of Michael's bottom and so he bent his legs slightly before administering the stroke. This ensured the plimsoll was travelling slightly upwards as it made contact with Michael's bottom causing it to distort before returning to its original shape. After 8 strokes Michael's bottom was starting to turn blue although curiously there were no individual marks on his cheeks other than a long bruise between the cheeks where the plimsoll had squeezed the tender flesh as it made contact. It also seemed that the cheeks had taken on a slightly bloated appearance caused by the swelling after 8 perfectly delivered strokes.
All eyes in the room were firmly fixed on those two swollen hemispheres wondering how they were going to take the remaining 4 strokes. They could hear whimpering noises coming from the other side of the vaulting horse indicating the level of discomfort that Michael was feeling. Some wondered whether James would reduce the force of the strokes but nothing could be further frm his mind. The fact that the bottom was somewhat swollen suggested to him that it was able to take even harder strokes and consequently numbers 9 and 10 were administered with all his strength. After each stroke Michael let out a cry of pain and despair and he even begged James to let him off the last two. By now his cheeks were almost visibly throbbing and had started thankfully to go numb. James waited for almost a minute before administering the last two to the now swollen purple hemispheres. Michael presented a very different sight to those present compared with ten minutes previously. The crack in his bottom now just appeared as a thin line and the contrast between his white thighs and lower back and his empurpled backside was nothing short of amazing. James had enjoyed himself immensely and would have loved to have administered a futher 6 strokes to Michael's punished bottom. As far as he was concerned the sole purpose of bottoms like Michael's was to absorb corporal punishment - the more severe the more satisfieed he was.
After the final stroke had been delivered James returned the slipper to the desk and retuned to where Michael was bent over the horse. He felt absolutely no sympathy for his victim who in his opinion had paid the price for stealing food. He ran his hand over the punished behind noting how hot it felt before pulling the underpants back into place. After a minute two of the prefects lifted Michael from the horse helped him put on his trousers and ushered him through the door. The two boys awaiting their fate looked on in astonishment as Michael staggered past them clutching his well tanned backside. They both knew they were in for very hard time.
Martin was waiting to meet Michael as he made his way down the corridor and narurally he suggested that they visit the nearest lavatory so that he could inspect the damage. It was obvious that Michael had received an extremely severe punishment and Martin could hardly wait to see the results of James Fanshaw's efforts. Even Martin was unprepared for the state of Michael's bottom and at its apparent increase in size.
"Please don't touch it Martin," pleaded Michael, "It hurts so much." Martin expressed sympathy for the state of Michael's bottom but secretly he would have loved to have seen it protruding from the vaulting horse as James Fanshaw's slipper whacked it again and again.
"Don't worry Michael it will soon return to its original state. "he said encouragingly "That part is very resilient."
It took 3 weeks before Michael's bottom returned to its normal state. His major problem was that James Fanshaw had enjoyed slippering it so much tha the was looking for any excuse to get Michael over that vaulting horse again for more therapy for those fleshy little cheeks.