Arnold Thomson enjoyed a very privileged position at Scroll Valley School for Boys. Each of the prefects had their own study, but as head prefect , or more correctly, head boy, Thomson had an en-suite bedsit complete with an internal telephone and conciderable powers of discipline in the school.
One Saturday morning his telephone rang. It was the school secretary."Thomson, Mr Bradshaw of City Stores wants to speak urgently to the Headmaster. As the Head`s away will you have a word with him?"
"Certainly," said Thomson, "Put him through."
A pause, then "Who am I speaking to?" came the voice.
"I`m Arnold Thomson, The head boy, Mr Bradshaw," Thomson replied.
"A boy! I want to speak to somebody in authority. This is a very serious matter!"
"I`m sorry, but the Headmaster and the senior masters have gone to a weekend teachers conference, but let me see if I can help"
"They`ve left you in charge! Suppose the place caught fire or something!"
"No sir. There are responsible people here. A caretaker, secretary, matron and junior teachers all trained for such emergencies. How can I help you?"
"One of my staff has caught two boys from your school stealing chocolates from my shop. I had a good mind to go to the police, but I thought I would see what the Headmaster had to say first."
"Please don`t involve the police, Mr Bradshaw. I assure you I have the authority to deal with disiplinary matters. I am very sorry to hear that this has happened."
"Nonsense! These boys deserve a good thrashing and throughly humiliating!" snorted Mr Bradshaw.
"I can see that they get just that." said Thomson, "Have you got their names?"
"Yes, and I told them not to try giving me false names because I would recognise them again. One gave his name as Peter Collins and the otherWilliam Watson"
"Where are they now?" inquired Thomson.
"They are on their way back to the school"
"They are two thirteen year olds" said Thomson, "They`ve never been in trouble before. But I intend to teach them a lession. I am going to cane them!"
"You are allowed to cane other boys?" Mr Bradshaw asked incredulously.
"If they are over twelve. Under that it`s the slipper or hand. Rest assured sir, they will be dealt with."
"How do I know you are telling me the truth? How can I be sure that they have been adequately dealt with?"
Thomson thought quickly. A plan was forming in his head."I have an idea MrBradshaw." Thomson went on to speak at length. Mr Bradshaw seemed pleased with what he heard.
"Good! I look forward to hearing from you later this afternoon. Goodbye Mr Thomson."
MR Thomson! The head boy knew he had earned Mr Bradshaw`s respect. Collins and Watson! Mischievous- yes, but criminals- no! Neither were hard up. They must have got tempted out of sheer devilment, thought Thomson. He had often seen the two friends at exercise in the gymnasium and had thought what a lovely pair of wackable bottoms they had. This would be a "duty" he would tackle with relish!
There was always a roll-call at meal times, so Thomson knew that they dare not be missing for lunch - not that they would be feeling very hungry. The two boys would know that they were in serious trouble. He waited just inside the dining room entrance and watched the boys file in. The two culprits tried to hide behind other boys as they came through - but that made them all the more conspicuous!
"Collins! Watson! Come here! I want a word with you two."
The two boys, their faces deathy white, went over to Thomson. "I think youknow what I want to see you about, don`t you?"
"Yes Thomson" one of them muttered almost inaudably.
"I want to see you both in my study after lunch at a quarter to two - and don`t be late!"
At exactly one-forty-five came the knock on the door. On the order to enter the two boys went into the study, trembling from head to foot.
"Enjoy your lunch?" asked Thomson sarcasticly.
"We couldn`t eat anything" said Watson.
"I`m not surprised" retorted Thomson. "Well! A couple of little thieves eh! Why did you do it? Neither of you are exactly destitute, I know your parents don`t let you go short of money."
"It was just a sort of a dare. We didn`t mean any harm" said Collins.
"Oh was it! You are both old enough to know that stealing is a criminal act. You are lucky that the Headmaster is away. He would have given your parents the choice between expolsion or a public thrashing in front of the entire school. As it is, when he gets back he will accept the punishment I shall have given you as sufficient."
Thomson opened a cupboard and produced a long whippy cane.
"Six each!" he informed the terrified boys."For the cane you are allowed one item of clothing."
The two boys were pleading with their eyes but dare not say a word in case they made the situation worse.
"Remove your trousers and briefs and then put your trousers back on. Move!"
As they did so Thomson continued to lecture them. Finally he concluded with - "After your punishment I will give you a short while to stop crying - and you will be - then you will go straight to Mr Bradshaw and apologise. I have typed out two notes which say that you have apologised adequately. You will get them signed by Mr Bradshaw and return them to me. If you do not get them signed you will get another six of the cane when you get back! Understand?"
They both nodded, too nervous to speak. Thomson placed two chairs in the middle of the room.
"Get down over those chairs." Nearly in tears already each one got over a chair. "Right over! Elbows on the floor."
Their trousers stretched tightly around their bottom cheeks with the seams pulled into the clefts. Who could resist such beautiful targets!
"Don`t dare try to get up untill I tell you to!" he said as he tapped each bottom gently with the cane. He raised the cane above his head brought it down on Collins` waiting butt.
Swish! Crack! Collins` body shuddered. He made no sound but his face was screwed up in agony.
Swish! Crack! Watson reacted in much the same way
Swish! Crack! The second whack had Collins gasping, his fists clenched tight. Tears were not far away!
Swish! Crack! Watson burst into tears at the second stroke.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Aowl! Aowl! Aowl! Aowl!
Both boys were squirming and screaming out in agony.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Aowl! Aowl! Aowl! Aowl!
"Right you can both get up now" Thomson told them.
They did not need telling twice! Continuing their mirror image performance, they both clawed up from the chairs, arched their backs with their hands clutching their burning backsides, tears cascading down their faces. Thomson made them stand side by side facing the wall until they had stopped crying, which took about fifteen minutes. They were obviously still in conciderable pain.
"You will straight to Mr Bradshaw to apologise and return with those notes signed. I will call him and tell him you are on your way - I shall expect you to be there within fifteen minutes. Have you got that?"
Red eyed and still rubbing their rears the boys nodded.
"You can have your briefs back when you return. It`s probably more comfitable without them! Now go!"
At the shop they were led to Mr Bradshaw`s office. With him was the staff member who had caught them stealing. She was a girl about eighteen years old.
"Ah! Yes! My two visitors! You can stay, Betty. You caught them so you might as well hear them apologise."
They had got to grovel in front of her! They wished the ground would open and swallow them up. It couldn`t be more embarrassing! Or so they thought. There was worse to come!
Mr Bradshaw put on a big broad grin. "Did it hurt?"
"Er. Er. Yes sir!"
"Good! I can see you`ve both been crying! Now lets hear your apologies."
First collins and then Watson apologised humbly and profusely. They had no choice. Both avoided eye contact with Betty.
"Will you sign our notes please sir?" asked Watson.
It was at this point that Mr Bradshaw put Thomson`s plan into action. "Well I don`t know," he replied. "I understand that if I don`t sign them you will get another six strokes. Another six would do you both the world of good!"
Collins was nearly in tears. "Oh! Please sir! We really are very very sorry. We won`t ever do it again. Please sir, pleeeese!"
Mr Bradshaw smiled. "All right! I`ll sign them." A look of relief came over the boy`s faces. "After," he added , "I have inspected your stripes!"
The two already red faces turned crimson. Surely he would send the girl away first? But no!
"Turn round and drop your trousers!"
"Please sir, no..."
"You want these notes signed, dont you?"
They were trapped. They glanced nerviously at each other and turned round, unhitched their belts and pulled their trousers to the floor.
"Bend over and touch your toes!" Both hesitated. "Do you want my signature or don`t you?"
Reluctantly they bent over. Mr Bradshaw pulled their jackets up to the small of their backs, followed by thier shirt tails. Two well caned bottoms were now in full view!
"H`m. Yes! Mr Thomson has done a good job! I must congratulate him!"
Mr Bradshaw came to the side of Collins. "Now Collins, keep still. I want you to tell me if it`s sore when I touch it!" He put one hand on the right buttock and the other on the left one, then moving his hands in opposite directions pulled the two cheeks apart to reveal the boy`s anus! "Is that sore, boy?"
"Yes sir," wimpered Collins.
Watson got exactly the same treatment. "Right! You can both straighten up and get dressed."
Mr Bradshaw signed the two pieces of paper and handed to l them. They clutched them as if they were gold bars! He also handed a gift wrapped package to Watson.
"Give this to your Mr Thomson, will you? It`s in appreciation of services rendered."
It was two very sore and humiliated lads, feeling like naughty little boys half their age, who returned to Thomson`s study and handed in the precious signatures and the package.
"Ah. Yes! A box of chocolates! Honestly aquired! I see you`ve had some successful autograph hunting!" quipped Thomson. "I hope you have both learned your lession today."
"May we go now?" asked Watson, who had had enough for one day.
"In a few minutes. I hav n`t seen your stripes yet! Get your trousers down!"