ALLAN IN WHALLOPLAND - Part One - A FABLE

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Date: Sun, 13 Nov 1994 07:50:35 GMT
Subject: STORY - ALLAN IN WHALLOPLAND - Part One - A FABLE
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ALLAN IN WHALLOPLAND

1) A FABLE

Allan wanted to be alone. When he had reached his thirteenth birthday a few weeks before, he had considered himself now to old to be spanked. Unfortunately his father disagreed with this assessment and that morning the hard sole of his parental slipper had once more emphasised the high standard of good manners that was expected of the boy. Now, his bottom still tingling, he wandered through the woods wishing that he could get faraway. He little knew how his wish would be granted. Suddenly in front of him he saw a door. It stood, upright, and unsupported. Amazed, he approached. In the centre was written 'Headmaster's study.' Slowly he walked round to the other side which, to his continued surprise, was identical. Then he heard the approach of footsteps. Whether his desire to avoid human contact was still operative or he suspected that the newcomer might have something to do with the door, I do not know, but he quickly hid himself. Along the path came an amazing figure, a tall, angular, elderly but sprightly gentleman wearing a rather old fashioned costume topped with a black gown, mortar-board and a long, brightly coloured woollen scarf which was wrapped several times round his neck and hung fore and aft. He paused momentarily before the door then opened it - a thing which it had never occurred to Allan to do - there was a glimpse of something beyond, and he was gone. The boy returned, quite clearly the man was on neither side of the door. Allan, who was not noted for his lack of courage, took a deep breath, opened the door and entered the room before him. As the door swung to behind him he gasped in astonishment.

He was standing in an octagonal room the plain walls of which shone with a strange light. The man he'd seen previously, the long scarf now discarded, stood with his back to the boy before a panel of switches, dials and lights. He turned;

"Ah welcome, my boy."

"Er...er..who are you?"

"My name is Doctor Ohw! always spelt with an exclamation mark. I am a research worker in history - comparative techniques of physical penology is my precise field."

"Pee...what?"

"Corporal punishment to be more simple. I'm interested in the precise methods used throughout time and space to achieve the essential discipline of the young."

"Oh." said Allan, adding hurriedly, "I think I'd better be going."

"I'm afraid you'll find that impossible. I'd already actuated the transport field when you burst in on me. The door will remain locked until we arrive."

Desperately Allan looked round, the door was no longer distinguishable from the rest of the walls.

"Arrive where?" he enquired.

"Arrive when? Might be a more appropriate question. Unfortunately I am unable to answer it. The vectorial displacement control of my craft ceased to function some time ago and since my knowledge of magneto-geometrodymanics is that appropriate to a historian, I am unable to repair it. Fortunately I am unable to continue my investigations as the punitive homing device still functions and attracts the ship to suitable cases. Only this morning I was able to witness a most interesting.....why!.....now I look at you more closely I believe you were the boy concerned. Yes, indeed, that really was an excellent spanking."

"You saw it?"

"Oh, yes. I am able to witness all suitable occurrences without detection by means of the para-electro zero visibliser. Your parent would seem to be a most expert spanker. Do you consider, in your opinion, that it was particularly thorough ?"

"Er..yes.."

"Fine, now we will just note the elapsed time then if you will remove your lower garments I will be able to examine the chastised area." "Oh no !" objected Allan.

A chair like shape extruded itself from the wall behind the doctor. He sat down.

"Tell me, my boy, have you ever been caned ?"

"Er...yes..."said Allan, timidly.

"It would be most unfortunate if I had to cane you, valuable evidence on your recent chastisement being destroyed. However I believe that the Galactic Juveniles' Bureau would feel that by your precipitate action in joining me you have, effectively, put yourself in my care and made yourself party to my researches. Now take down your trousers and bend over."

Something very like the arm of a chair grew out of the wall towards the boy. With a sign he lowered his trousers and briefs and arranged himself across the protrusion. The Doctor busied himself writing in a little notebook before going on;

"It is most fortunate that you should have joined me, now I shall be able to make systematic comparisons of the effectiveness of different methods on the same boy." It sounded more than a little ominous.

After they had consumed an appetizing though unidentifiable meal that appeared from a slot in the wall, the Doctor returned to the study of his dials until a sudden subdued buzz sounded through the little room.

"Ah, said Doctor Ohw! "Here we are."

"Don't you mean NOW we are." said Allan, remembering his earlier correction.

"Don't be cheeky." said the Doctor snappily, then went on in milder tone. "Though you may find what's ahead of you ample punishment for impertinence. Let us see." He pressed a button, one wall of the cabin cleared and they were looking down into what, despite the television screens, typewriter keyboards and padded chairs, were obviously a classroom.

"Yes," said the Doctor, "2077, I think ---------------------------------------------------- TO BE CONTINUED

DR OHW! AND THE HOT PANTS