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Date: Sun, 06 Nov 1994 17:02:00 GMT
Subject: Story - Contract - M/M - CP - Childhood relived
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My mother had been unwell for some years and my father had unexpectedly and mysteriously been sent abroad - he did some kind of Government work. I knew my Uncle moderately well. He was much older than my father, who was still a youngish man, in his early thirties whereas his brother must have been nearly fifty. Like my father and all their family they he had served abroad in the old colonial service in Africa and India variously in educational establishments. He was retired on a generous invalidity pension brought on my malaria and lived in my grandparents house which he had inherited.

His house was a fascinating place full of artifacts and objects collected from Africa and India - ivory and bronze statues, African shields and spears, animal trophies and all manner of curios and memorabilia. It had a large partly overgrown garden

I was given a bedroom up on the top floor - a smallish room with a sloping ceiling and just enough space for my few clothes and possessions. I continued to go to my local cathedral choir school but as the Summer holidays approached leading to my ninth birthday in the Autumn I moved in with my Uncle and his housekeeper.

I had never seen much of my Father nor of my mother recently so my contact with adults was largely with teachers, the parents of my friends and our housekeeper. My nanny had long since gone. I was not really lonely for them as I did not see them much anyway

I was not therefore too surprised that after a week at "The Plantation" which the house and large grounds was called, I had not set eyes on Uncle Henry. His housekeeper Mrs Allen kept me fed and watered and did all the necessary and the gardener and oddjob man Alfred was about most days. I went out on the long summer days on my bicycle into the country larking with my friends in woods and along canal and river banks.

One day into the second week I woke to rain that was clearly set in for the morning at least and for the first time had to amuse myself indoors. I decided to explore the house and it was then that I first began to appreciate all the strange and sometimes rather frightening things that the house contained.

There was larger long room full of books and so was a sort of library but it also had class cases with butterflies and other things pinned to cards with unpronounceable names to them. The walls were hung with the heads of game shot by someone with a case containing hunting rifles at one end. There were locked cupboards too although one very deep and large one which I could open contained items of sporting equipment, a croquet set, tennis racquets, cricket pads and bats and all other sorts of things which I carefully noted for future reference, although they all looked rather old and worn.

In one corner of the room nestled behind a tall book cabinet was a small desk with a lamp and on it were a number of things - penknives, pins, a pot of glue and a large opened folio book. In small card boxes I found more butterflies and clearly these were being catalogued, drawn and mounted for the collection. I though what fun it would be to mount one myself so picked out some of the card and began to have a go. Needless to say I was not very successful and the carefully preserved specimen of a lepidoptera that I was so clumsily handling soon disintegrated so that my eventual effort was a pretty bedraggled glue encrusted mess!

That was really rather dull so I decide to go in search of other things to interest me. In another part of this large room was a another cabinet. I couldn't see into it as I was just too short so fetched a chair and knelt on it leaning on the top.

Inside which were various native items, arrowheads, small knives and other implements. There was one beautiful looking wooden carved bamboo tube which to me looked just like a peashooter. That would be dandy for pelleting my friends I thought so decide I would rather like it. There was a lock but there was a key in it so it was no trouble to open it and extract the glittering prize.

Thinking of little else I return to my room, planning the afternoon when I could surprise my friends with my new weapon. This worked a treat. The large bore of the tube and its length made it a first class vehicle for launching dried peas at my friends bare legs as we circled each other on our bikes on the common.

They became so frustrated at their feeble efforts that they all ganged up on me and we had a grand chase all over the common, in and out of ditches and copses, until eventually they cornered me, got me off my bike and gave me a bit of a rough and tumble teasing and taunting in return. As I fell to the ground however there was a snap as the peashooter in my pocket splintered with my weight. It was a pity but I thought I might be able to glue it back together again - too good to waste!

I came home tired and pleased with myself. Mrs Allen was not her usual self. Very short with me and curt and uncommunicative altogether. I asked what was wrong and she said.

" The Master's not very pleased at all Master John - very displeased indeed. What have you been doing to his collection? "

I was not sure what she meant at all and answered " Nothing!"

" Now that's a lie - a wicked lie. He knows you've been in is African room and ruined a beautiful butterfly and stolen his blowpipe. There's no one else could have done it."

I said I hadn't stolen it only borrowed it and he could have it back when I'd repaired it and I hadn't meant to damage the butterfly only to do it like the others so it wasn't fair. I'm ashamed to say I grizzled a bit too!

At this Mrs Allen was even more incensed. " " Broken it" you say - "broken it" - you'll be broken before the Master finished with you - you naughty wicked little boy. You just go up to your room now and wait until the Master wants to see you! Go on hop it now! And no supper either!" And she slapped the back of my leg as I left the room.

I ran all the way upstairs crying in my dismay - how my happy time had suddenly turned to this! I threw myself on my bed and cried into the pillow.

This lasted for sometime and non-one came. No Uncle Henry and no Mrs Allen. The house was quiet in the still Summer evening air and birds twittered in the garden and under the eaves of the roof. I daren't leave my room. I knew I was in disgrace alright and must have imagined if I stayed there all quiet and pretended to sleep this awful nightmare would go away.

This seemed to work as not a soul came and eventually I changed into my night clothes, washed in the basin and slept too tired to confront the fear of the eventual consequences of my playful misadventure.

When I woke it was to Mrs Allen bustling and hustling and hastening me awake. It was very early I could tell.

" Come on sleepy head up you get and wash. The master wants to see you at eight o'clock sharp properly dressed and ready. So up you get now!" She hauled the bedclothes back and gave my bottom a smack as I lay curled up my nightshirt having ridden up exposing it to her.

Still half asleep I was soon dressed in what was my school uniform of shirt, tie, long socks and shoes - all a uniform grey except the shoes and which I seldom wore in holidays preferring khaki shorts and summer shirts and pumps with no socks. I was breakfasted in my room before being ushered down to the Master's study.

There Mrs Allen said. " You are wait outside here and face that wall when you are in disgrace." I stood facing the wall on the right of the door as she went in closing it behind her. I could catch conversation through it but not the words. I was beginning to collect my thoughts - yesterday had been a reprieve.

Eventually she came out and looked at me fiercely " You are to go in now and mind your manners."

In trepidation I went in. Uncle Henry was sat at a large desk facing a window looking out over the grounds. He swivelled his chair towards me and stared at me for some moments. I stood rooted to the spot, trembling. Then he spoke.

" Don't be frightened, I won't eat you."

His soft friendly tone helped and a I approached until I was stood directly in front of him between his knees. He grasped me by the upper arms in a light embrace and spoke again."

" This is all my own fault you know."

This broke a spell and out it all tumbled. I said how I was sorry and how I hadn't meant it and I'd repair everything and he could take it out of my pocket money and so on and son o tearful once again.

He nodded wisely through all this offering me a hanky but never losing his grip on me letting me gradually confess it all with simple gentle questions.

When I had subsided he said. " So you know you did wrong and that you have broken and ruined beautiful things that did not belong to you. "

I nodded tearful still.

" You did not do this deliberately but carelessly without thought and without thinking to ask did you not?"

I nodded again.

" Good. Now.....what should be the punishment for a silly careless little boy?"

I said I didn't know - ignorance is usual in these circumstances I recall. " Precisely - which is why I am at fault, for how can I punish you if you were unaware of the consequences of such misbehaviour. How can I punish you if I have not told you , as i should have never to enter my collection room without permission? We need a contract - we need to agree rules and the right and fair punishments if you break them don't we John? "

I could only nod and wonder what was to come.

"Tell me John when you break the rules or are naughty at school what happens?"

"Usually boys get lines or impots, and sometimes the cane on the hand but it doesn't happen often - I've never had the cane."

" Is that because you are never naughty?"

" Yes Uncle " I lied.

" Now come on Johnny I know you better than that - I know boys better than that."

" Well...sometimes I get horrid lines but mostly I don't get caught."

" Precisely so if you are sometimes naughty at school you are also bound sometimes to be naughty here too. "

I agreed and he went on. " Well you see John I don't have time for lines and impositions - I am a busy man and experience had taught me one thing - that the surest way to many a boy's head and heart is through here. " At this he patted my bottom firmly. " His bottom - it is through fair and proper use of corporal punishment that little boys and bigger boys grow up to be proper men. Have you had your bottom smacked before?"

" By my nana when I was little spanked me sometimes with her hand. "

" But not since."

" No Uncle"

" Well you will have to get used to it if we are to get along otherwise I shall have to find a full time boarding school as I will not have naughty boys about the house disturbing my work "

I did not like the sound of this at all. " Please don't send me away to school, Uncle I like it here with all my friends please don't."

" Well does that mean you agree that if you misbehave you accept I will smack you bottom?"

" Yes Uncle."

" Well we are making progress. We now need to agree some rules and for each rule how hard you should be beaten for offending."

" Beaten" - that didn't sound like "smacked".....I started a little.

" What's the matter John?"

" You said "smacked" not "beaten" Uncle."

" Well of course, you are a growing boy and you can't expect to be treated like a baby especially if you behave as you have just done, destroying one of my butterflies, stealing a precious artefact, breaking it and then lying to Mrs Allen about it. If our agreement had been in force you could have expected a very sore bottom indeed - a long hard caning with your trousers down!"

I must have looked very fearful. " Are you going to cane me Uncle?" My own word sent a funny goosey feeling through me as if I almost hoped he was going to say "yes" - it was odd.

" No I cannot - we have not agreed a tariff. But once we have and you offend you can be sure I will. Now lets draw up some rules shall we. There then followed a long exchange about bedtimes and rising, cleanliness, noise, not damaging things, truthfulness and deceit and many others besides where Uncle progressively got me to agree which things were more or less serious than others and so deserved milder or harsher punishments.

" So if you had say broken a window accidentally but came to tell em or Mrs Allen at once that would be less serious than if you had done it deliberately or if you then tried to lie about it....."

We also discussed what was fair and unfair of him to expect of me. " So we agree it would not be fair of me to punish you for doing something we had not agreed was an offence - at least not for the first time and we agree that It is not fair of me to punish you without letting you tell your side of the story first..."

At the end of it he had several sheets of paper with notes on it.

The next phase was about punishments. We agreed what the lightest thing could be - six whacks over my shorts with a hairbrush or slipper and what the most serious was - twelve strokes with a cane on my bare bottom, and a range of punishments in between roughly matching the number of offenses we had discussed.

" There that wasn't too difficult was it? Now I shall enter all this in a proper fashion in this ledger here and you and I will sign it like a contract. Then if you have broken one or more of our rules we can see what punishment was agreed. If there are several offenses we will agree if it deserves something more severe or several punishments. We will also record all of your punishments in this book so was have some case law. Now run along and play and come back to see me after lunch."

Feeling peculiarly relieved I went off to play upstairs. Inside I did not really believe I would ever deserve any of these punishments so when I returned and was asked to inspect and sign the entry in the ledger I did so fairly casually. I still have that ledger and its preamble is reproduced here.

Contract between My Nephew, John, and I

An agreement concerning the rules and appropriate punishments for breaking them during John's stay with me at the Plantation and the record of their application.

Rule One John agrees that he should get up and go to bed at the times set without having to be reminded - if he needs reminding - 3 smacks with the hairbrush over his pyjamas on the spot - six if it happens twice in a row.

Rule Two John agrees to be punctual for meals. - 3 with a slipper over his shorts - six if it happens twice in a row both on the spot.

Rule Three John agrees to make his own bed and keep his room reasonably tidy - if Mrs Allen has to tidy up after him - 6 with a hairbrush on his bare bottom at bedtime.

Rule Four John agrees not to make too much noise at times when it is agreed he should be quiet. - 6 with a slipper over his shorts.

Rule Five John agrees not to go into Uncle Henry's rooms without his permission - 6 with a thin cane over his shorts.

Rule Six John agrees to be polite and properly behaved when Uncle has adult visitors. - If Uncle has to issue more than one warning he will go early to bed or to his room and be given 12 smacks with the hairbrush on his bare bottom when the visitors have gone.

Rule Seven John agrees not to break useful and valuable things through carelessness - 6 with a cane over his shorts - 12 if he has been very careless.

Rule Eight John agrees not to break anything deliberately or in a temper. - 6 strokes with a cane on his bare bottom - 12 if he has been very destructive.

Rule Nine John agrees not to tell lies - 6 strokes on his bare bottom if found out in a lie.

Rule Ten John agrees not to tell lies in order to avoid being caught breaking a rule - 12 strokes with a cane on is bare bottom plus the original punishment.

Rule Eleven John agrees not to disobey instructions given by Uncle when he says it is important - 6 strokes of the slipper - 12 if he continues to disobey.

Rule Twelve John agrees to accept his punishments and to obey all the instructions given to him when receiving them. - Uncle may repeat the punishment or start it again if he is not satisfied.

John agrees to obey any instructions given when being punished - to bend over, go over Uncle's knee or take up any other position and to take down his trousers to bare his bottom if required even if there are other people present.

A. Uncle agrees not to create new rules or punishments without first agreeing them with John.

B. Uncle agrees not to punish John for disobeying silly, trivial or unimportant instructions.

C. Uncle agrees not to administer any punishments when in a temper.

D. Uncle agrees that when John has been punished that is the end of the matter.

E. Uncle agrees to stick to the punishments laid down for the offenses agreed.

F. Uncle agrees John may cry if he needs to when being punished.

G. Uncle agrees not to punish John before giving him a chance to have his say about the offence and to defend himself if he believes he is being unfairly accused.

This was a demanding charter it seemed to me as a young boy and still does even now but it also promised to be fair and it did reflect what I had agreed.

Now that I look at again I realise what I had let myself in for. Just look at the offenses I had committed that day! Rules five,seven and ten had all been broken warranting 18 strokes of a cane over my shorts and twelve on my bare bottom! What I know of Uncle now convinces me he would have had no hesitation in inflicting all of them and as effectively as he could, had the contract already been in place.

While Uncle's first opportunity to put these draconian rules into effect on my relatively untouched bottom did not arise that day or even the day after it was not long before an occasion did arise. I can remember the first the more vividly but later punishments are a blur, there were so many and for all that they are recorded in the ledger there are few I can recall so clearly as those first punishments.

That occasion came about a week later - as I check the ledger eight days. I was playing in the garden playing a game of one wicket cricket with friends. There was plenty of space for three boys a bat and ball to play without endangering vulnerable windows and greenhouses - so dear reader you may banish that thought. No, so large and unkept were the gardens that eventually it was inevitable we should lose the ball in some deep beweeded and uncultivated part. We searched and searched but in vain so I said I would fetch another.

I recalled I had found some sporting equipment in my Uncle's room so though there might be a spare ball in there. Mindful of my earlier interview with my Uncle I decided to ask his permission to enter the room so sought him about the house - for I knew he was in that day. I ran to the house eager to complete my errand, first trying his study, knocking , hearing no answer and entering - not there. then I tried the day-room - not there the pantry no - I hoped he was not in his room but would try it. But as I walked past the parlour hear voices. the door was open so I dashed in.

" Uncle He... "

He was there, stood by the fire place with another gentleman I had not met and turned to face me a look of cold anger on his face.

" Um er Uncle Henry please may I..."

" Not now John!"

" But I only want...

" I said not now John."

Eventually I got the message and left, thinking, " Well he's busy, I'll not bother him with this. " so went anyway to his room, straight to that cupboard full of sports gear and rummaged in it for that which I sought - and found - a bit battered and in a leather bound small case, rather like a jewel case was a cricket ball.

In my hurry I left clutching my prize which soon was put to good use hurling at willow and wicket for all our boyish efforts were worth.

Eventually we ceased our game and my friends left for their tea and I for mine. The bat which was my own with my stumps and the ball I left in the vestibule entrance top the back of the house for the next day's use.

As I was enjoying my tea in the scullery my Uncle entered. I noticed he had the bat and ball in his hands.

" Had a good day's cricket John?"

" Rather - lots of boundaries and I took their wickets three times each!! Papa taught me the googly!"

" Did he now? Pity he didn't teach you better manners. In my study after tea - and give yourself a wash first."

I assumed that he was going to tick me off for bursting in like that but I didn't know he had another gentleman there did I? In his study waited my Uncle, my little knowing the power he was about to exert and the pain to inflict on my unsuspecting bottom!

Having knocked and entered I found him sat at his desk which was bare except for the ledger. I approached the desk and saw that it faced me, page open at the contract. I stood still, hands behind my back trembling with fear. I realised now I was in for some kind of physical punishment at his hands, unless I talked fast and well.

"Do you know why you are here John?"

I thought hard and took my courage in my hands and said "Is it because of this afternoon, Uncle?"

"This afternoon - yes that's it this afternoon - what happened this afternoon?"

" Well I - that is - I - well you see - It's because I came in like that - I mean I didn't well I couldn't - I'm sorry I was rude Uncle."

" I think "sir" in these circumstances would be more appropriate don't you boy!"

" Yes sir!" Gone was friendly uncle!

"Well at least you have realised that. Now please read out loud rule number Six."

I read where his finger stabbed the page:

"John agrees to be polite and properly behaved when Uncle has adult visitors. - If Uncle has to issue more than one warning he will go early to bed or to his room and be given 12 smacks with the hairbrush on his bare bottom when the visitors have gone."

" So you understand what has to happen now don't you - I had to warn you twice !"

I looked down at my knees and feet not knowing what to say.

" However, I am not a cruel man. Perhaps you can tell me what was of such urgency and importance that you momentarily and uncharacteristically, although for most boys that beneficial modification would not apply, forgot your manners?"

"Sir?"

"If you have a good reason I may let you off - Lord you deserve a spanking just for being dense!!"

Ah he had me now because I knew I had broken a rule in going into his room without his permission. So I demurred.

" Oh it was uh - nothing important - I - I found what I wanted so it was alright. Sorry. Um - Sir."

" I see nothing important you bothered me about - I've a mind to punish you double for that - but let me see perhaps..." At this he produced from his pocket the cricket ball. " Was this not the cause of your dashing about the house in a great hurry interrupting adults in their important business?"

I nodded glumly. Then, fatally added " I wondered if you had seen my spare ball sir."

" Really - you wondered! Quite a wonder as this is my ball not yours!! Yes I recognise it because it was kept in this!" And he brought out the case. " This is no ordinary cricket ball for boys to bash about in a yard! This ball was hit by WG Grace when he made a famous century innings against our great grandfather at the MCC! And you - you have knocked it about just a little bit more! Rule Five - read"

" John agrees not to go into Uncle Henry's rooms without his permission - 6 with a thin cane over his shorts."

" Rule Seven - read!"

"John agrees not to break useful and valuable things through carelessness - 6 with a cane over his shorts - 12 if he has been very careless."

"Rule ten - read!"

" John agrees not to tell lies in order to avoid being caught breaking a rule - 12 strokes with a cane on is bare bottom plus the original punishment."

I was defeated alright - completely.

" Now if I have it right you require 12 smacks with the hairbrush at bedtime on your bare bottom -rule 6 - then two doses of six with cane across your shorts - rules five and seven and finally twelve strokes of the cane on your bare bottom for lying plus the first twelve all over again!"

A chasm opened up in front of me - four dozen whacks half of them bare!!

" This is of course very serious and I cannot possibly inflict this severity of punishment on you all at once can I?"

I nodded hopeful prayerful.

" But this is our agreement and Rule E says " Uncle agrees to stick to the punishments laid down for the offenses agreed." So what a I to do?"

He stood and cam from behind his desk and approached me holding me by the shoulders.

" I think a period of reflection is needed while I decide how best to inflict your punishment."

He then walked me over to a recess in the corner of his study where his bookcases ended prematurely before the corner of the room. there he placed me nose well into the corner.

" Put your hands on your head and face the corner. You can think on your punishment for a time."

He left me for some time and I tried to compose myself trying to think how it would feel and how I would cope. Would I cry - I hoped not but Uncle had said I could in the agreement. It was hard not to cry already at the whole thought.

While I waited I could hear noises. Drawers and cupboards being opened and movements behind. Then some ominous swishes and swoops. That must be his cane. I had never seen one up close let alone felt one. I knew boys who had. They said it hurt terribly - like a knife or a hot poker! I was trembling as I recalled their tales.

Then came his voice. " Turn around. Now come here."

There in the middle of the room was a lowish boy-waist-high padded stool and on the stool rested a gleaming yellow waxed cane. Lithe and limber did it look and fearsome to the touch.

" I have decided to space out your punishment - half your caning now and the rest tomorrow but in between you shall be soundly spanked and have an early bedtime. The est of your caning you will have tomorrow after breakfast in here. Approach the stool. You will take your caning over the stool."

I approached looking at the cane and the stool, my mouth dry and my tongue cleaving to its roof.

" I should give you twelve strokes over your shorts followed by six on your bare bottom but as I am allowing you to take them in separate doses you will take the second six over your underpants. Bend over gripping the rungs on the far side. Legs straight! Feet together, right over - now on tip toes! I want your bottom tight!!"

So I prepared - the muscles in my calves and thighs tensed as my rump waiting for three first stroke. I gripped the rungs with both hands But he had not finished schooling me in the punishment ritual yet.

" You will count each stroke out " One sir, two sir et cetera." and when you are ready you will try to stick your bottom right out after each stroke. These will hurt. You will cry, but you will take them all. Now stick out your bottom - that's it right out."

I tensed my bottom and held my breath. I heard a swishing sound then felt a slight touch then " Whoooosh - crack!!" and my bottom caught fire - searing pain across it and I yelled " OWWWW! - oh! - one sir!!" I could not hold my bottom out yet - my knees sagged and I yearned to rub it and heal it but gripped the rungs - hot tears already stinging my eyes. Then as the pain began to ease I pulled myself up and straightened up tensing and then slowly sticking out my bottom asking for the next terrible stroke. " Whooosh! - Crack!" This was no better and I yelled anew. It had landed in a different spot and throbbed just as badly and I felt it took as long to recover as before.

" Whoooosh - crack!" " Eeeeeeh! Ow! Oh! Three sir" This time it was easier or it seemed that way. Or perhaps my backside was now already so sore it was past feeling.

Number four was much worse as t must have landed where there was already a stroke and I sobbed at this " Oh! Oh! Uh! Ow! Oh! F-f-f-f-f-oour s-s-sir!"

Already a broken boy to last two just reinforced my tears and I struggled through them to complete the litany.

He let me lie there over the stool as I wept and as I subsided lifted me up gently and offered me a handkerchief.

" That was your first caning and so bound to be the hardest. Go back to the corner before I give you the next six." I moved towards it and stood there hands back on my head. I had not been there long when I felt hands reach from behind me and slowly unbutton my shorts tugging them down to my knees and then to my ankles. I felt my shirt pulled up and the tail curled so my underpants were exposed. These were then pulled up tight into my crotch and cheeks, I could feel the throbbing six cuts as the cotton drawers rubbed them.

This wait was long but not long enough for me when I was told to turn around again, step out of my shorts and approach the stool once more for more punishment from that cane. Over the stool my pants were pulled up even tighter and cruelly the lose drawers pulled right up exposing my bar bottom cheeks, so that only my crotch and bottom crack were properly covered. This way the cane was effectively hitting me bare anyway. He seemed to do this differently as the cane bit hard into my exposed bottom and while it hurt it did not seem as bad as the previous six. I took it better - yells but less tears, so that my third period in the corner seemed to come soon. By now my bottom felt numb and throbbing at the same time. And of course this time my pants were round my ankles and my bare bottom completely exposed. This was much worse and so humiliating. I really wanted to lower my hands and put them in front of me especially when he told me to turn around but dared not knowing that the next six were across my bare bottom completely.

So I bent once again and this time he pulled up my shirt so that it exposed me right up to my armpits - as naked as I could be from the tops of my long grey school stockings to my shoulder blades. He took his time now with each stroke, placing it slowly, rubbing the cane in as it landed, holding it into the weal, letting my sobs trickle out as he completed my humilation and punishment. Each stroke landed full across it seemed, and close together creating one broad six stroke weal some of them slightly cut and oozy and sore to touch afterwards.

By now I had little resistance in me and few tears either, just wails and bawls as his cane drove into my bare skin.

I finished in the corner again crying steadily and hardly able to stand with my exhaustion and pain.

It took no effort for him to escort me from thence clutching my pants and shorts up to my room where he made me prepare for bed a good two hours earlier than normal. Slowly I in the bathroom I washed my tear stained face and brushed my teeth a broken boy. Then as he led me back to my bed instead of putting me in it he sat down and pulled me over his knee. My pyjama bottoms he undid slipping them down. I had forgotten I was also to be spanked before bedtime. Before he did that he pause running fingers over my marks and weals, which stung to touch. I winced and yelped as this happened.

" A well whipped bottom my boy, and I suspect only the first of many if I ama judge of naughty boys. Before then your punishment must be completed for today, a good spanking to drive home the lesson and put you to bed so you sleep on your tummy all night."

I felt something cold and hard resting on my right cheek then a mighty swat as it landed square on it. I yelled anew at this assault only to find another landing almost at once in the same place. Before I had time to recover this it was repeated on the other side and again and again and again and again. Twelve hard swats with the hairbrush sent me top bed with my bottom throbbing again and I cried myself to sleep.

So that was my introduction to the contract!