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: Child
This, would you believe, is a true story. I am not going to tell you who told it to me, but be assured, it really happened, in the year of 1939. (Do you mind historical stories?) Schools in England at that time firmly believed that a caning was an appropriate punishment for naughty boys.
The Shooting
By
Valerie Meilong <VMeilong1@excite.com>
Mrs. Sheldon was not amused, not that I blamed her. After all, I had shot her son.
I suppose I shouldn't have taken that darned gun to school, but I had. And I should have made sure it was not loaded. I suppose the result was inevitable. In my na�ve way, I assumed that I'd got away with it, but in the afternoon the headmaster's secretary came to the classroom and said he wanted me. Miserably,I accompanied her.
Mrs. Sheldon was there with him, looking grim-faced. He was looking stern. Goodness knows how I was looking.
The gun lay on his desk. I suppose it was designed as a starting pistol for it fired blanks. It made the most frightful noise when it went off, loud enough to satisfy even a fourteen-year-old brat like me. The barrel was solid, of course, and the gases escaped from a small upward-pointing hole. I'd stuck the gun in Hedley's chest and growled "Stick em up." Somehow it went off, and the spent powder flew up and covered his face in black patches. He was whisked off to hospital.
There was the usual stupid interrogation. Why did I do it? What was I thinking of? Why was it loaded? Then he ran out of questions.
Mrs. Sheldon spoke. "I want to see that he is caned."
"Of course, Madam," said the headmaster. "I'll attend to it personally." "I want to see that he is caned," she repeated woodenly.
"He will be, madam," the head repeated, slightly mystified.
"I want to see that he is caned," Mrs. Sheldon said emphatically.
At last he worked out what she meant. There was conflict in his mind now. It was an old-fashioned school, run on traditional English Public-school lines Headmaster's beatings were given on the bare bottom. Problem. If he acceded to her demand could he ask me to bare my bottom? Should he simply cane me over my trousers against normal practice and against tradition? He made up his mind. "Oh, very well, Madam," he snorted. Turning to me he said, "You know what to do."
I did indeed. This was not the first time I had been in trouble. Reluctantly I moved to the black over-stuffed club armchair in the corner, and pulled it clear. Miserably I unfastened my belt, undid my fly, and my trousers fell to my ankles. I looked at her, hoping she would protest. Nothing. I pushed down my underpants and bent over the chair. He crossed the room, cane in his hand, and tucked up my shirt. I was embarrassingly aware my bare bottom was facing Mrs. Sheldon.
He gave me four. God! I have never felt pain like it. How I kept silent, I don't know.
She watched me pull up my pants and trousers, smirking contentedly. I went home, and examined my vivid bruises in the mirror. "I hope you're satisfied, you old cow," I said aloud. My sister, who was watching with considerable interest, burst out laughing.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
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Reviews
Michele <mcasson(at)telus(dot)com>
One of Valerie's talents is an ability to get into the heads of her characters, and to give them voices that make their emotions and motivations believable to readers. She uses first person narration to good effect, particularly in this story.
Needy Wench <needywench(at)hotmail(dot)com>
This is a pretty interesting twist on school shootings. Perhaps if we'd just cane the offenders on a regular basis, the problem would go away? This is a pretty complex story, written in 500 words, I'm impressed.