note: Im my imagination, my stories are set in the 1950's 1960's when c. p. was viewed in a different light by most adults. This explains the somewhat unconcerned actions and attitudes of the characters........ the disciplinarians anyway !!!!
Part II.
Mr. Flint picked up the gymshoe and stood up.
"You heard what your Father said last week Philip. I'm afraid by now you should be able to play that piece, I don't believe you've practised very much have you?"
Philip looked at the piano Teacher.
"I have Mr. Flint......well, quite a bit"
The piano Teacher, gripping the slipper in his right hand felt a glimmer of compunction for the boy, he knew that he would never be a pianist, but after the instructions from the boys Father the previous week, and because he had never whacked a boy before, the man was determined to give Philip a slippering.
"I'm sorry Philip, we'll have to see whether your fathers method works. Please stand over there and bend over"
Sadly the boy obeyed, he walked across to the middle of the room and bent down, touching his toes.
Mr. Flint surveyed the bending boy noting how his short trousers stretched tightly across his young bottom. Stepping forward he paused for a moment then swung the slipper in a wide arc. There was a pleasing 'THWACK' as the rubber sole landed on the boys bottom.
To Philip's surprise, the sting of the slipper, although unpleasant, was not nearly as bad as a strapping from his Dad. The piano teacher, new to this, wasn't quite sure just how hard he should hit. The sound certainly seemed to indicate that he was doing it properly, but the boy made no movement or cry. After a pause of several seconds he swung the slipper again. Another 'THWACK' sounded through the room, but the boy again remained silent. Philip was stoically biting his lower lip in an attempt to remain silent. The slipper hurt but not too badly.
At that moment the door opened and Philip's Father appeared. He stood still, watching impassively the sight of his son bending over and the piano Teacher standing with a gymshoe in his hand. Mr. Flint, a little embarassed at his audience, swung the slipper again.
"For heavens sake man!........is that supposed to be a slippering!!!!?"
Striding across the room Philip's Father grabbed the gymshoe from the Teachers hand.
"Stand up Philip!.....for a start you can take your shorts down!"
Philip rose and obeyed his Dad. Once his shorts were at his feet he bent over again. His Father reached down and with one swift pull, tugged his sons underpants down at the back, enough to expose the already pink cheeks. Stepping back he raised the plimsoll high above his shoulder, much further back than the piano Teacher had done. Then, with tremendous force he swung the slipper down.
'THWACK!'
Philip yelled as a new and totally different sensation surged through his already tingling buttocks. A tremendous sting was followed by a deep burn. The boy bent his knees and gave a small bounce as the pain took hold.
"KEEP STILL!"
'THWACK!'
Philip squealed.
Mr. Flint could see at once the difference between his own efforts and those of the boys Father. Whereas a slightly pinkened bottom had been exposed, there were now two vivid red blotches where the sole had landed.
'THWACK!'
Philip yelled again, and tears streaming, he immediately stood up, assuming his 'six' was now over.
"Get back down Philip.......you don't possibly imagine that Mr. Flints taps count do you boy?........you've another three AND two extra for standing up before I told you to do so!"
The boy touched his toes again. He waited for his Father to give him the extra strokes. What he didn't see was his Dad hold the plimsoll out to the piano Teacher.
"I suggest you try again Mr. Flint"
The piano Teacher took the proffered slipper and took position. Emulating his employer he raised the plimsoll high above his shoulder then, staring at Philips bottom he aimed for the red spots already inflicted.
'THWACK!'
Philip yelled. The piano Teacher was hitting as hard as his father.
'THWACK!'
The boy clutched at his ankles and yelled again.
'THWACK!'
"OOOOOOWWWWWW SIIIIIIRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!"
The piano Teacher, normally a mild mannered man, had never felt such a sense of absolute control. He was actually enjoying what he was doing. Any feelings of pity for the boy had vanished as he relished the sensation of total mastery. He glanced at the boys Father and was gratified to see an encouraging nod.
'THWACK!'
Philip yelled again as an unendureable agony possessed his whole bottom.
'THWACK!'
The final stroke, applied with full force was so hard that Philip stumbled forward. Despite the intense pain he remembered his fathers words and stayed in position. Mr. Flint breathing heavily gripped the gymshoe even tighter. He was only sorry that the slippering was over.
"That's what to expect in the future Philip!"
The boys father nodded in approval.
"Very well, you may get up"
Philip stood slowly and wiped his eyes with his fingers. He gingerly pulled his underpants and shorts up.
His Father who had been smacking and strapping his sons bottom for many years had never seen another man thrash the boy, he had really enjoyed the sensation. He decided that he would arrange to be at home on 'piano lesson' day every week. He was fairly confident that there would be plenty more slipperings to enjoy. As an expert at summing up business rivals, he had soon realised that the piano Teacher had clearly enjoyed the experience.
This event changed Mr. Flint's whole teaching method, thereafter the gymshoe was introduced to most of his lessons with male pupils. He would 'sound out' the parents of the boy and if they showed no sign of unhappiness with the concept of corporal punishment he would extol the virtues of 'the slipper' as a teaching aid. Consequently, numerous boys in the town became accustomed to bending over for a slippering from the otherwise gentle man. Six to sixteen, young bottoms were thoroughly reddened as Mr. Flints old plimsoll did its work...