Mr. Thompson came towards me and lifted my head up with the cane and said
"Now boy I have a job to do and one of my responsibilities is to ensure your proper development. As long as you are within these boundaries in my school, then severe corporal punishment will be meted out towards you as I believe that this is the best way to ensure your proper upbringing."
"Yes sir"
A sadistic smile then appeared on his face and he said
"Now young Gordon you will kindly ask me to discipline you and to give you a very severe whipping as a sign of proper respect. If I feel that you are not being sincere then this will only result in additional suffering on your part. I am doing you a favor by ensuring that you receive special treatment with regards to your discipline. Is that clearly understood?"
A favor I thought. My God he was going to whip me mercilessly and this was his favor. Not only was I going to get my ass caned each week but I also had to thank him for it. I did not argue and replied
"Yes sir"
"Well then I am listening"
"Please sir, I realize that I need strict discipline. May I have a very severe caning on my bare buttocks to ensure my proper development?"
"Of course you can my boy and a most severe thrashing it will be. Unfortunately I am not sure that you really meant what you just said. You said the right words, however I felt that there was a lack of conviction in your remarks which means that you were trying to deceive me"
"No I wasn't sir"
"And now you dare to contradict me. Not only are you a liar but you also contradict me. This shows the utmost disrespect and the inability to face the consequences of your actions. Well I assure you we will change that. First you will suffer additional punishment for trying to deceive me and then you will suffer additionally for arguing with your headmaster. Unfortunately for you I am going to have to hurt you a great deal in order for you to realize your faults but hopefully a number of broken blisters will show you the error of your ways."
"Yes sir, I am sorry sir"
"There you see. Better behavior already. Now when I tell you to assume the punishment position you will bend over this desk grasping the ends of the furniture. Furthermore you will elevate yourself nicely by standing on your tiptoes. This will allow me to strike your poor defenseless buttocks in a more accurate manner causing greater pain. And you have to suffer immensely don't you boy? After all we must ensure that the pain teaches you a good lesson and for that I must prolong your agony for as long as possible. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir"
"Very well, assume the punishment position"
I bent over the desk grasping the ends of the furniture with both hands and I elevated my buttocks by standing on tiptoes. I felt completely helpless and terrified with regards to what will happen next, especially considering the fact that I did not know the number of strokes that would be given. Furthermore I knew that the headmaster was intent on breaking my skin and causing damage.
"No boy, you will elevate yourself higher, that's it, I want to see your soles. Keep your legs apart further, further, that's it. A perfect position for a most severe caning. I intend to cane you very slowly so that you appreciate the absolute maximum amount of pain delivered by each cut. Slow and very painful suffering is key. Now young Gordon, I am going to tell you about the responsibilities that you must fulfill during your punishment. I have to warn you I am very picky about details. You will count each stroke aloud by asking me for the first number. Upon receiving the cut you will thank me for that number and ask for the next number. If you miscount, wait too long to count, do not count properly or do not maintain the proper punishment position then you will repeat that stroke. In addition I will give you an extra two cuts of the cane on the naked soles of your feet. That means two cuts on each foot. Extra strokes will also be awarded for any incidence of your heels touching the floor even for a split second. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir"
"Very well. You may begin"
"Please sir, may I have cut number one sir?
The headmaster came behind me and started swishing the cane in the air. It made a most terrifying noise and he knew how to put fear into a boy. He then walked to the end of the room and I realized that he was going to take a run up before striking. I then heard 5 steps in quick succession and on the 6th I heard a
Swish
Crack
I felt the cane but there was no pain for the first few seconds and then I felt a terrible burning sensation. The pain was terrible. All my muscles clenched and I gritted my teeth whilst simultaneously closing my eyes as a throbbing red blood blister was forming on my buttocks. It was as if somebody had placed a red hot poker on my buttocks.
"Thank you sir. That was cut number one sir. Please sir, may I have cut number two sir?"
I heard the headmaster's footsteps. As the footsteps increased so did the speed in which he ran until I could no longer hear the footsteps but a vicious
Swish
Crack
Another unbearable cut was aimed just below the first one and just above my thighs. I could feel the blister forming but I maintained the position and whilst simultaneously closing my eyes to endure the pain, I said
"Thank you sir. That was cut number two sir. Please sir, may I have cut number three sir?"
Swish
Crack
"Thank you sir. That was cut number three sir. Please sir, may I have cut number four sir?"
The next four were aimed above the first one. I thought my buttocks are on fire. Then on the 8th cut I was unable to hold my position as my heels had touched the floor.
"Well I see disobedience is a prevalent factor of your personality. Very well but in this school such behavior only merits additional suffering on your part therefore you will repeat that last stroke but first I want you to lift up your left foot"
Mr. Thompson gave me two very hard cuts on the feet which made it harder for me to maintain the spanking position whilst standing on blistered feet. The next stroke kept coming without mercy and I was in tears by the 12th stroke as one of my blood blisters was broken.
"Thank you sir. That was cut number twelve sir. Please sir, may I have cut number thirteen?"
"I am sorry boy but if you continue to be rude then I have no choice but to cane you even harder. I expect you to address me as sir when asking for the cut and you failed to do that so now you will kindly lift your right foot again for me please"
Another vicious foot caning took place. I did not know how I was going to survive this. The next strokes were delivered on my thighs and Mr. Thompson broke four more blisters. By the 18th cut he stopped and said
"You may now stand in the middle of the room with your hands behind your head. I want your feet well apart and no rubbing."
I limped my way into the middle of the room. Tears kept flowing down my cheeks and I felt the blood on my buttocks. Mr. Thompson came around behind me and observed the damage. He then sat behind his desk, lit a cigar and smiled sadistically whilst observing me in the middle of the room. After about 30 minutes he said
"Young Gordon, you failed to thank me for the caning. I am providing you with such discipline and once again you failed to show me adequate respect. Since you are new here I thought I may give you a little bit more time to thank me whilst standing in the middle of the room but I see to no avail. Therefore you will reassume the punishment position and I will have to cane you some more until you learn proper respect"
I could not believe it how I was going to survive more pain. I limped back towards the desk and reassumed the position now so familiar to me. Mr. Thompson delivered four more cuts each one breaking the skin but I maintained my composure. After being permitted to stand I thanked him for the whipping. "Thank you for a most severe whipping and for disciplining me sir. I am eternally grateful and I hope that you will cane me equally hard or even harder next week."
"Now that is much better. You are learning already. As you can see my whippings are severe and you will suffer them each week. Yes I will cane you equally hard or even harder next week. Your wounds should heal just in time for me to open them up again. Now you may go to your room and I shall see you here next week"
I put my pyjamas on and limped back to my room where my roommates treated my wounds. This was the beginning of my school year with Mr. Thompson. A year of slow pain and true agony.