This short story is an entry in the 2001 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Adult
No English
By
Valerie Meilong <VMeilong1@excite.com>
Blodwen Pugh stared at the tightly stretched trousers of the ten-year-old boy bending over the desk in front of her, and savoured the moment. She enjoyed using the cane.
She'd just turned nineteen, but looked older in her bun, pince-nez glasses, and long black dress. Only two terms ago she'd finished six months probation under the eagle eye of old Mrs. Morgan. It was a small school in the narrow-minded town of Bangor, North Wales, a crammer for the local fee-paying school. Female teachers were paid less than males, and the penny-pinching board employed no men other than the headmaster, who, like everyone else in the town, was a firm believer in the cane. Miss Pugh had often been shown it in action.
She tapped the cane gently on the rounded part of the boy's bottom, as an aiming point, as she'd been taught, then lifted it high. There was a swish as it hissed through the air, followed by a loud crack. The boy gasped, and gave a faint moan.
"Was that a noise, Thomas Jones?" she said. The boy screwed up his face. "No Miss," he replied. "I should hope not, indeed," she said in her lilting Welsh accent. "You know what that would mean, don't you?"
"An extra one, Miss"
"Yes, an extra one. Complete silence, do you hear?" The boy sighed softly.
She was enjoying herself now, and there was warmth between her legs. "You're a stupid boy, Thomas Jones," she said. "You know full well it's forbidden to speak Welsh in school. English, boy. Only English. So I'll give you four." Suppressing the moan that sprang to his lips, he ground out, "Yes Miss."
She lifted the cane high, and once again it swished down and landed with a loud crack. The boy winced but kept silent. The two stripes burned across his bottom, and he longed to put his hands behind him and rub the weals, but he knew the penalty.
She looked at the tightly clad bottom again. "How many have you had, Thomas?"
"Two, Miss."
"Right. Ready for the third?" The boy said nothing.
She tried to imagine the stripes on the bottom underneath the tightly stretched flannel. One day, oh yes one day, she would find a boy naughty enough to deserve six, and she would take down his trousers as she'd seen Mrs. Thomas do on one unforgettable occasion. This was strictly forbidden, of course, but the headmaster turned a blind eye to an occasional infringement.
Unhurriedly she gave the boy two more, enjoying both strokes to the full.
Ten years later, she was in bed with Thomas Jones as his wife. "You were a bugger with the cane," he said suddenly. She grinned. "I still am."
"I love you," he said in Welsh. "Thomas Jones!" she said sharply. "You know what speaking in Welsh means?" He looked at her. "Yes, Miss. I do," and he took off his pyjama trousers. She reached for the cane standing in the corner.
The End
Author's note: Although this is fiction, it is based on fact. In North Wales in the 1930s it was forbidden for children to speak their native Welsh tongue at school. Only English was allowed. Boys, and girls too, were caned for breaking this rule, often much more severely than mentioned in this story. And many a young girl was employed as a teacher in the primary schools at low wages, and with the minimum of training. They were permitted, indeed encouraged, to use the cane. Marrying their ex-pupils was not unknown.
© Copyright Summer, 2001
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Reviews
Naomi Darvell <naomi_darvell(at)hotmail(dot)com>
A grimly funny little scenario with a classic sadistic schoolmistress figure. It kind of reminded me of of a caning scene in that hellacious movie, My Brilliant Career, only with a sense of humor this time. I love the jump forward in time at the end. Long live Welsh national pride!
Haron <aster(at)mail(dot)i(dot)com(dot)ua>
The situation created in this story could well be real. Many details of the plot and background are historically true, and it is entirely possible that at that time a young teacher and a boy could find themselves in the situation like this, brought into it by the laws, ridiculous from modern point of view, and a need to establish oneself as a teacher. And a spanking gene, of course - it always finds a way. This story is told well enough for us to _believe_ it could be real, and it is for each reader to decide whether they wish something like this happened to them.