Lets face it. Little Marky was a pest, is a pest and probably always will be a pest. I remember the day his parents first brought him to my school and begged me to allow him to join. He had already been thrown out of two private schools and his parents were at their wits end. He was a tall fourteen year old with a spotty face and a smirk which did not endear him to me.
His dad could see that I was very undecided and tried to convince me by saying, " You can do what you like to him. You can spank him and cane his bare bottom to your hearts content but please take him in." His mother wiped a tear from her eye but did not dissent.
Actually, this did not impress me but I did store this information away in my mind. To tell the truth I was more concerned with getting boys into the school so that I could balance the books and pay my bills. I nodded my head sagely and finally agreed that the boy, Mark Lawrence, could start next week. They would have to buy him the full uniform and all the other things needed for the school and I warned them all that if he misbehaved they would have wasted all that money. Mr Laurence was not short of money and he leapt at the offer. He grasped my hand and shook it warmly and said he could not thank me enough. I looked at the boy again and had my doubts.
I was right to have my doubts. His first day was trouble free but by the second day he was being cheeky to his form master and he was outside my study at break time, having been told to report to me. I gave him one of my sternest looks and ordered him inside. "We do not tolerate rudeness of any kind in this school," I informed him, "and if you cannot keep a civil tongue in your head then I shall be using this on your bottom," and I produced a nice long cane from my desk. I brought it down hard on my desk, hoping to frighten him but he was made of sterner stuff and I do not think he would have been afraid if I had produced a branding iron or a hangmans noose! That faint but irritating smirk was still there on his face and it was if he were daring me to use the cane on him. I clasped my hands tightly and told him that the next time he was sent to me he would leave my study clutching a rather sore bottom. The smirk was just a touch worse but I pretended not to notice. I ordered him to apologise to his form master and I sent him back to his lessons.
The very next day one of the school prefects brought him into my study. The prefect had found him smoking behind the cycle shed and he had made no effort to do it surreptitiously it was as though he wanted to be caught. I thanked the prefect and told him he could leave and I would deal with the boy. " Do you have any more cigarettes on you?" I asked and he produced a packet of ten which was now half empty. "Any matches?" I enquired and he now brought out a matchbox which was two thirds full. "You know you are not allowed to bring these into the school, let alone smoke them," I said in a quiet voice.
"But, Sir," he said, "it doesnt say anything in the school rules about bringing cigarettes or matches into the school."
"It does not say anything about bringing bombs into the school either," I thundered," but you may be surprised to learn that you are not allowed to do that either!"
It was time for action. He had to be taught a lesson and quickly. I took my cane out and let it rest on the desk. "Remove your jacket and put it over that chair." He did as he was told. "Now lower your trousers and pants." He hesitated for a brief moment but again did as he was told. "Now bend over my desk with your hands stretched out in front of you." When he had obeyed that order I folded back the tail of his shirt and contemplated the scene in front of me. Well, his face might have been spotty but his buttocks were lovely and white and completely spot free. A very inviting sight. I clasped the cane by its curved handle and let it rest gently across the middle of his bottom. Whack! The first stroke landed. A thin red line appeared but little Marky barely moved. Whack! A second red line appeared just below the first one and this time there was a clenching of the buttocks and a little wriggle. Whack! A third red line but still no sound came from the boys lips. Whack! A fourth stroke landed and just a faint Oh! could be heard. The fifth stroke definitely hurt a little more and the sixth stroke brought forward a much louder Ouch! I let him stay in that position while I carefully put my cane back in the drawer. His bottom was wriggling in pain and what had been a pure white bottom was now stained with six red lines. Eventually I ordered him up and told him to dress himself properly and return to his class. He looked up at me and said, " Thank you, sir," and then he grinned and asked, "I dont suppose I can have my ciggies back?" The cheeky monkey. I glared at him and I think he took that as a no and left! But I was pleased to see that he was rubbing his bottom as he made his exit.
As the weeks and years passed he became a frequent visitor to my study and as I decided I could not cane him black and blue I eventually settled for having him over my knee and spanking his bare bottom until it glowed a nice red. It did nothing to improve his behaviour but it made me feel good! He was never going to be an academic but he was at heart a nice lad and although his teachers found him a pain I grew to like him a lot. He never complained of the punishments I dished out and really took it all in good part - even the joke I played on him one Xmas term. I had been to a party and I had come away with a Christmas cracker which was still intact. I carefully inserted a punishment slip into the centre of the cracker and left it on little Markys desk. Of course, he could not resist pulling it with his friend, little Geoffrey, and when he examined the inside there was my slip of paper which read: Report to the Headmaster for pulling crackers in class!
The two lads duly reported to my study and both of them looked very sheepish. I put the pair of them over my knee and gave them both a friendly token spanking and told them that as it was Christmas and I was in a good mood I would let them off the caning they both deserved!
I have to tell you that little Marky still comes round to my house most weeks for a regular spanking even though he left school a good many years now. We chat a lot these days and on one occasion he confessed that he really enjoyed being spanked and caned at school and the reason he got himself thrown out of his two previous school was that the heads of those schools did not believe in corporal punishment and little Marky just craved it. Now, I know, dear Reader that you will find it hard to believe but there are out there some guys who just love being spanked and caned. I am not pulling your leg it is true!! And little Marky happens to be one of them so I steel myself to oblige him every time he visits not that I enjoy it, of course.........