Robert and Simon Trent were sitting at the table in the big bay window reading their comics, their Mother was sitting in her chair by the fire knitting. On the mantlepiece two sealed envelopes were propped against the clock. As Simon was digesting the antics of 'Dennis the menace' the door opened and the boys Father entered the room.
"What a dreadful journey home!.......the train was delayed and so I missed my bus from the station.......I don't know what the country is coming to!.....Ive had to walk home and that ghastly dog from number sixty was snapping at my ankles.......this used to be such a respectable road!"
Mrs. Trent jumped to her feet and kissed her husbands cheek.
"Never mind dear, I'll make you a nice cup of tea, sit down by the fire and have a cigarette"
Robert and Simon glanced at eachother, their Dad seemed in a bad mood and there were the dreaded school reports to be opened yet.............
Mr. Trent noticed the enevelopes and picked them up. Sitting in his chair he placed the envelopes on the arm then lit a cigarette. When his wife returned with the tea he placed the cigarette in the ashtray and removed his spectacles, rubbing his eyes vigorously.
"I hope these are satisfactory, especially yours Simon!"
Eleven year old Simon looked down at the table. This was his first report from Grammar school. He had no idea of its contents, but he was confident that he had worked hard during his first term. His motivation for doing so was the fact that he had witnessed his thirteen year old brothers severe spankings for reports that were not 'upto scratch' several times.
Robert, knew he had done well this term, many of his Teachers had praised him in class. There was only one doubtful result and that was for 'Physical Education', Robert loathed 'games' and the games master, Mr. Bevis, a young man of limited patience had taken a dislike to the boy from the very start.
Mr. Trent tore open the first envelope containing the younger boys report. The contents pleased him on the whole, but as a strict disciplinarian he felt obliged almost on principle to look for some fault. Carefully digesting each masters brief comments he came upon those of Mr. Green the Geography master. It read, 'Trent appears to show little interest in this subject judging by the standard of homework produced. Could do better'
"Simon!.......your geography master is most dissatisfied with your efforts! I am not at all happy to read such comments! I think a little motivation is required boy!........come here!"
The boy miserably rose from his seat and crossed the room to his Father. Robert and Mrs. Trent watched silently.
"Shorts down!"
With shaking fingers the boy undid his school shorts and allowed them to drop to his ankles. His Father took a firm grip on the boys arm and guided him down across his broad thighs. Flipping back the boys shirt to fully expose the underpants clad bottom, he raised his arm and without further ado began smacking his sons backside. Simon squealed from the first slap, his Father hit very hard, swiftly and methodically, reddening every inch of the boys buttocks. After a dozen slaps, the boy was crying loudly and squirming across his Fathers lap, but totally unmoved his Dad continued smacking. After two dozen hefty smacks had been administered the boy was lifted to a standing position.
"Its no good making that fuss!.......I trust you have learned a lesson!"
Sobbing, the boy nodded, then reached down to pull up his shorts.
"Leave those!, you won't be needing them any more this evening!"
Miserably the boy stepped out of his trousers and stood looking at his Father.
"Sit down"
Mr. Trent then opened Roberts report. It was excellent, most subjects marked with 'A' for both 'work produced' and 'effort'. Then he came to the final page, that from Mr. Bevis. Robert was marked with 'E'. The masters comments were terse, 'This boy is lazy. Any encouragement offered is met with insolence, I regret to report that corporal punishment had been administered on several occasions'.
Not bothering to praise the boy for his excellent efforts in every other subject, Mr. Trent merely read out the games masters comments in a voice tinged with disdain.
"Robert.......this is disgraceful! you have never informed me that you have been caned at school!"
The older boy blushed and stared at the floor.
"I, I haven't been caned Dad!.......old, I mean Mr. Bevis just doesn't like me!......he gives me the slipper for nothing sometimes!"
Mr. Trent held up his hand.
"I do not wish to hear your silly schoolboy excuses! no master punishes a boy 'for nothing'.......how many times have you been slippered boy?"
Robert shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know......quite a few times"
"If that is the case, it seems quite clear that Mr. Bevis must be singularly inept at applying the slipper, as it's obviously made little impression! I think I need to remedy that my boy!"
Robert sniffed, already feeling tearful. It wasn't fair he thought, far from being 'inept', the young games master swung the big gym shoe with considerable gusto, and each stroke applied to just a shorts clad bottom was excrutiating!
Mr. Trent stood up and left the room. He returned a couple of minutes later gripping a gym shoe in his right hand, it was one of the pair he wore when he played badminton. Dragging a dining chair into the middle of the room he ordered Robert to lower his shorts.
"Bend over the back and place your hands on the seat!"
Normally, he would have just made his son bend over and touch his toes, but he intended to slipper the boy extremely hard, and he doubted whether he would be able to remain 'down' on his own. Robert lowered his trousers and bent over the back of the chair, he placed his hands on the seat and lowered his head. tears were already pricking at his eyes, this would be his first slippering from his Father. He also hated the fact that his punishment was being administered in front of Simon and his Mother.
Mr. Trent surveyed the bending boy. He flipped the boys shirt back.
"Bottom right out!"
Robert thrust his backside out further.
'THWACK!'
The sound of the rubber sole of the gym shoe landing on the boys bottom sounded loudly in the confined space of the room. Robert yellped and gripped the edge of the seat. The pain was more than he had ever even imagined! The games masters slipper felt like a butterfly kiss compared to this! Mr. Trent put every ounce of his not inconsiderable strength behind each swing of the slipper, letting out a gentle grunt with each stroke. Roberts bottom was on fire, the dreadful initial sting turned to a deep burning throb, and the boy wailed with each stroke. His Father ensured that he slippered every square inch of the boys backside. After what seemed an eternity to the boy, but was in fact only a severe 'six of the best' Mr. Trent stopped. He was satisfied with a job well done, and he derived a secret satisfaction knowing that he had just given his son the most painful minutes of his life!
"Get up!"
Robert very slowly pushed himself up. Tears were streaming down his face and he just couldn't help jumping from foot to foot in a vain attempt to mitigate the incredible pain.
"THAT was a slippering........and as from now you will be slippered by me for any misbehaviour! and that applies to you too Simon........ now sit down!"
The boy could hardly bear to place his bottom on the hard chair, but he didn't dare disobey.
"I shall be writing to Mr. Bevis young man, so I suggest you change your attitude"
An hour later two soundly spanked boys were lying side by side in the double bed they shared. Both were on their stomachs, and both were appaled at the prospect of 'the slipper' in future.
The following term, Mr. Bevis, the twenty six year old games master, opened a letter handed to him by the school secretary, he read its contents with growing excitement.
'Dear Mr. Bevis. In response to Roberts report I would like to inform you that the boy has been soundly slippered by me as punishment for such lack of effort and respect. I am determined that the boy improves dramatically this term and I would therefor request that you keep a firm eye on the boy and when necessary apply the slipper. I would be obliged if you would administer a full 'six'. In my opinion, fewer strokes are of little effect. If it is not too much trouble I would appreciate being informed by note each time you find it necessary to punish the boy, thus ensuring that I can reinforce your 'lesson' with a further slippering from me. I hope you will agree that this action may inspire motivation to do better. Yours faithfully
D. E.Trent'
The games master stuffed the letter into his pocket, grinning widely. It was the first time he had been requested to slipper a boy by his own Father. Happily he made his way to the changing room, eagerly awaiting Robert Trents first lesson....................................