Alistair dashed from the front door desparate to catch the bus to school. His eyes were red from crying, and his young bottom was still hurting considerably following his first ever slippering from his Dad only five minutes before. The boy just caught the bus in time, but didn't even attempt to sit down.
There was a hushed silence as the Headmaster strode into morning assembly. All the teachers and pupils were already seated. As the Head' climbed the steps to the stage everyone stood up respectfully. The Headmaster didn't even smile, but took his seat, the signal foreveryone to sit. Alistair was in the second row of chairs and his bottom was causing him considerable pain, every few seconds he lifted one cheek in a vain attempt to stop the burning throb, then he would 'swap cheeks'.
There was a long, long silence. The Headmaster looked with annoyance at the boy in the second row of chairs, constantly fidgeting and squirming on the seat. Finally his patience gave out and he turned to the master sitting beside him.
"Who is that boy?" he asked, pointing at Alistair.
"Richards Headmaster, Alistair Richards."
The Headmaster stood up and stared directly at Alistair then called out his name.
Alistair blushed bright red .
"Report to my office at once boy!..........wait outside the door!"
Feeling hot with embarassment the boy squeezed his way along the row, aware that every eye in the hall was focused on him. He quickly left the room and went straight to the corridor in which the Headmasters office was situated. He stood against the wall giving his bottom gentle rubs, the slippering his Dad had given him was still clear in his mind and his small bottom was throbbing. His mind wandered and he felt like crying again as he realised that Dad's big plimsoll was probably going to be used to punish him in future. It was while he was daydreaming that the Headmaster strode along the corridor his black gown billowing out behind him.
"Boy!......stop slouching against the wall!......stand up straight!"
The middle aged man approached the boy and firmly grasped his ear, squeezing it between thumb and finger. Alistair gave a howl! The man guided the boy into the study by his ear and positioned him in the middle of the floor facing the big desk. He then removed his gown and hung it on the back of the door before sitting down behind the desk. He cooly inspected the boy.
Alistair was now crying softly, tears slowly running down his cheeks.
"That ridiculous snivelling will not make me feel sorry for you boy so stop it! I will not tolerate bad manners......your fidgeting distracted the other boys and girls during assembly, what have you got to say for yourself?"
Alistair looked at the big man sitting behind the desk. It was the first time he had been so close to the Headmaster and he was totally overawed.
"Sir, please Sir, I, I............" then he burst into a flood of tears.
The Headmaster looked at the boy totally unmoved by the spectacle. At forty six he had been punishing boys for over twenty years, he was used to tears.
"Well lad, Im waiting........I've a jolly good mind to cane you boy......have you been caned before?"
"Sir, no Sir........I got the slipper this morning, my bu...bottom hurts."
"Does it indeed!, well it will be hurting even more very shortly!"
And so saying the man stood and crossed the room to pick up the plimsoll from the on top of a cabinet by the door. Pointing the slipper at the boy he asked,
"Who gave you the slipper?"
"My Dad Sir" he let out a gentle sob, "It was the first time Sir"
"Well when you get home today you can tell your Father you've had your second can't you!.......come here!"
The Headmaster pulled a chair slightly into the room and sat down. The boy stood in front of the man.
"Trousers down lad, quickly!"
Alistair slowly fidgeted with his shorts then slid them down his legs to his feet. He couldn't take his eyes off of the plimsoll the Headmaster was gripping in his right hand. He felt himself being guided down across the mans knees. The Headmaster adjusted his right leg, raising the boys bottom even higher, then he pushed the shirt back to expose Alistairs underpants clad bottom. He noticed with satisfaction that they were slightly too small, the thin cotton stretched and hugging the boys small bottom, the leg openings were high on the buttocks leaving the lower part of the cheeks bare and the exposed flesh was still bright red from the earlier slippering. Without further ado the Headmaster raised the slipper high and crashed it down onto the small bottom, right across the middle.
"AAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH.......HHUUUUHHHHUUUUUHHHHUUUUUHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Alistair squirmed in attempt to get up but the man was holding him firmly around the waist. He gave the second stroke to the left buttock then swiftly the third to the right. The boy yelled, crying loudly, almost hysterical. He then stopped for a few moments and Alistair assumed the punishment was over, he attempted to push himself up, but the grip was tightened and the slipper whacked down onto his bottom. Alistair screamed!
"AAAAAGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
On top of the slippering he had already had, the pain was unbearable and the boy kicked his legs furiously, his body writhing and wriggling. The Headmaster was infuriated, he had slippered hundreds of boys but had never experienced a boy so unruly! with a loud sigh he roughly stood the boy up. Alistair, tears streaming, immediately rubbed furiously at his backside. The Headmaster rose and flung the pimsoll onto his desk, then crossed the room and opened the door into the adjoining school office.
"Mrs. Trent, could I have your assistance please!"
A moment later a middle aged woman came into the room, she was the school secretary. If she was moved to see a small boy standing in his underpants, crying, she certainly didn't show it. Meanwhile the Headmaster had opened a tall cupboard and selected a junior cane. Turning, he swished it at Alistair.
"Your behaviour is disgraceful boy!........you have earned yourself a caning!"
Then addressing the sceretary he said,
"This boy will not accept his punishment sensibly, therefor will you please hold him while I complete his thrashing"
Mrs. Trent smiled at the Headmaster.
Placing his big hand on the back of Alistairs neck he guided the boy across to the desk and pushed him down. The secretary walked to the other side and took a firm grip on Alistairs shoulders. The sobbing boy could not escape, then to his horror he felt his underpants being tugged down at the back, just enough to expose his bottom.
SWISH........'CRACK!'
The cane landed across the middle of the already burning buttocks. The Headmaster had really laid it on, much harder than he normally caned a younger pupil.
"AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"
SWISH.........'CRACK!'
The second stroke of the cane landed perhaps half an inch lower, causing Alistair to emit another peircing scream.
"OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"
SWISH.........'CRACK!'
The third stroke was even lower, right at the bottom of the buttocks. The Headmaster grunted as the cane swished down.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The Head' stood back and surveyed the red buttocks, now complete with three stripes from the cane. He was satisfied.
"Thankyou Mrs. Trent, you may let the boy up."
The woman released the grip on Alistair. Far from feeling sympathy for the boy she was looking with barely concealed admiration at the Headmaster. She had witnessed numerous slipperings and canings through the open door to her office and she admired the man and his absolute mastery over the boys as he thrashed their small backsides.
Alistair slowly stood upright. He was sobbing and clutching at his bottom. The Headmaster eyed him cooly.
"Get dressed and go back to class......tell your teacher I have dealt with you!"
With trembling fingers Alistair pulled his underpants up over his throbbing backside, wincing as he did so, he then bent and tugged his short trousers up letting out a small moan as he tucked his shirt in and his fingers brushed his bottom.
"If I see you in here again boy it will be 'six of the best' with the cane pants down........now get out!"
With jerky steps Alistair left the room.
"Mrs. Trent........would you please type a letter to inform the boys parents that he's been punished.......usual reply slip attached"
Having obtained the boys details, the secretary speedily typed the note which read:
'Dear Mr. and Mrs. Richards This note is to inform you that it was necessary to administer corporal punishment to your son today. A slippering was intended but the boy refused to cooperate and his reaction to the punishment was unnacceptable, therefor I had to resort to applying three strokes with the junior cane. May I stress that had the boy been willing to accept the initial punishment the use of the cane would have been avoided. I rarely cane younger pupils. Please do not hestitate to contact me should you have concerns over this matter. Please sign the attached slip and have Alistair return it to school on Monday. Yours faithfully
E. R.Simpson. Headmaster.
Mrs. Trent sealed the envelope then walked to Alistairs classroom. The letter was handed to the Teacher and at the end of the lesson Mr. Hind gave it to the boy.
"Make sure you give this to your parents Richards!"
With trembling fingers Alistair stuffed the letter into his satchel............