A Little Devil


by Skinpang

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Martin Rowley had four sons. Three of them were what most people would regard as normal youngsters, not perfect perhaps, but likeable and reasonably well behaved. The youngest, however, was a problem. Nine years old Austin was a little tearaway, especially at school, where he constantly disrupted classes, bullied other boys and made a general nuisance of himself. What is more, he had already been expelled from one school and seemed to be well on the way to achieving the same result at his present one!

Martin eventually came to the end of his tether one morning when he got a telephone call at his office from the school. He knew that the school would not ring him at his office unless it was something serious.

"Mr Rowley?" Martin recognised the headmaster`s voice; it was not the first time by any means that he had heard it!

"Yes speaking, Mr Raymond. It`s Austin again isn`t it?" said Martin, resigned to the inevitable!

"I would like you to come to the school immediately, Mr Rowley! Your son has kicked a teacher this morning! I am afraid I cannot tolerate this sort of behaviour!"

"Oh! My goodness! The little devil! I`ll come straight down to the school, Mr. Raymond."

The school, a state day school, was only a ten minute drive away. Martin parked his car and made his way to the headmaster`s office. Once inside the headmaster made it clear to him that he could not put up with Austin any longer and expulsion was the only course he could take!

"In my school days, Mr. Rowley," continued Mr. Raymond, "there were ways of controlling boys like your son. He would have got a very sore bottom in those days! Unfortunately we do not have that option open to us! We`re not allowed to touch him!"

"Perhaps you`re not, Mr. Raymond," said Martin, who was prepared to try anything rather than go through the trauma of finding yet another school which would take Austin, "but parents can spank their children! Would you be prepared to reconsider your decision to expel him if I gave him a good hiding?"

"Well I might! At least I would postpone expelling him while we see if it works! When would you do it? When he gets home this afternoon?"

"Good heavens no! I can`t spank him at home, Mr Raymond!" replied Martin, "My wife would have kittens and try to stop me! In any case, I wouldn`t want to do it in front of the other children! No! I meant here and now! In your office!

The headmaster was quiet for a few moments and looked deep in thought. Then a broad grin spread across his face.

"Why not, Mr. Rowley! Why not indeed! Shall I send for him?"

"Yes! Let`s get it over and done with!"

The headmaster picked up the handset of his telephone. "Bring Austin Rowley in here, will you please Mr. Callum? That`s if you dare go near him!"

Austin was ushered through the doorway. "What are you doing here, dad?" he asked.

"Can`t you guess!" said Martin, "You`ve been up to your tricks again, havn`t you? Kicked Mr. Edwards on his shin, I understand!"

"So what! The silly old fool asked for it!"

"Oh! He did!" answered Martin, "Well, I know a silly young fool who is asking for it! And he`s going to get it right now!"

Martin shot up from his chair as he was speaking, grabbed Austin around the waist and almost before the boy realised what was happening he found himself across his father`s left knee; his legs trapped between those of Martin.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"Aoool! Aoool! Aoool! Don`t dad! Dad stop it!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"Arrrgh! Arrgh! Arrgh! Arrrgh! Stop it! Stop it! Pleeeese dad! Pleeeese stop it!"

Martin stopped spanking. If Austin thought it was all over he had another think coming! Martin thrust his hand under the boy`s body and felt for the belt. It was not easy with one hand but somehow he managed to unbuckle the belt, unhitch the clip and pull down the zip on Austin`s trousers. Martin gave one long tug, bringing Austin`s trousers and briefs down together. He opened his own legs slightly so that he could pull the garments down to the boy`s knees. Austin`s cute little bare bottom was already looking red and sore!

Throughout this disrobing operation Austin was shouting out "No! No! No dad! Please dad! No more please! I won`t do it again!"

"Now I`ve started I`m going to make a job of it!" Martin told him.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"Arrrrgh! Arrrgh! Arrrgh! Arrrrgh!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"Arrrrrgh! Arrrrgh! Arrrrgh! Arrrgh! Stop! No! No! Stop it!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"I think that should do, Mr Rowley!" said the headmaster, who would not have considered giving the boy quite such a long and hard spanking himself, even if he had been able to!

"Perhaps you are right!" replied Martin as he lifted Austin to his feet, "I suggest that on this occasion you let him get over it before sending him back to his class, but if I have to come and spank him again send him straight back while he is crying his eyes out!"

"I quite agree, Mr. Rowley!" responded the headmaster, I hope a repeat will not be necessary!"

Austin`s trousers had dropped to his ankles, his briefs still at his knees. He stood there with his hands clutching his tender red hindquarters and the tears rolling down his face! Martin put his hands on the boy`s shoulders.

"You will apologise, properly, to Mr. Edwards, and from now on you will behave yourself or I will be back here like a shot out of a gun! Have you got that, Austin?"

The boy, in no condition to do much talking, just nodded. Martin left him in the care of Mr. Raymond and returned to his office. Later that day he had a telephone call from the headmaster to inform him that Austin had made a satisfactory apology to Mr. Edwards. He has been no trouble since that dramatic morning, and in fact, has become a model pupil!


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