This short story is an entry in the 2002 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
The following is a what going on here story. It is based on an image of a boy leaning over a music stand in what looks like a classroom that someone sent to me. The boy is wearing short shorts and knee socks. His sweater and shirt have pulled up exposing his back just above his shorts. He looks apprehensive and has long bangs. Unfortunately, I don't know about its copyright so I can not post it. By now it is surly obvious that this story is about school boy discipline.
Alfie -- Version 1
By
Y Lee Coyote <YLeeCoyote@juno.com>
Alfie was fearful. Alfie was worried as he watched the Master and Prefect talk. Yes, he should not have said what he had said, never in a million years, but he had. And everyone had heard him; everyone including the Master. He hadn't meant it the way it came out but.... What was said was offensive and required punishment.
Alfie continued to watch the Master and the Prefect discuss his punishment in low tones as he awaited his fate. Some possibilities raged though his young mind. His imagination did not have to search very hard for possibilities for there were many implements neatly hanging in the cupboard; the now open cupboard near the Prefect. There was a senior cane, a junior cane, a large tawse, a small tawse, a riding crop, a slipper and even an old plimsoll -- more than enough to turn him into a bloody pulp.
They had already lectured him and he had apologized as best he could.
"Very good, Sir." said the Prefect and the Master left. Alfie felt a little relieved for the Master was bigger and stronger than the Prefect.
Alfie gasped as the Prefect lifted one after the other of the implements of chastisement and torture and swung them. He already knew how the slipper felt but not how the others did. The upper form lads told stories of the havoc they caused to a boy's bottom.
Alfie was very fearful.
The choice was made and the Prefect approached him with the junior cane. Alfie relaxed a little bit for the items he most feared remained on their hooks. He grabbed the support with both hands and stared at the floor. Then he was looking at the Perfect's shoes.
"Four, Dickens. You are to count and not move."
"Yes, sir." They were not going to be on the bare.
The Prefect took his position and let the cane touch Alfie's seat before drawing it back.
CRACK!!
It was like a red hot bar slammed into the centre of his butt.
"One, sir." he squeaked. He was ashamed at how high his voice was.
CRACK!!
"Two, sir."
CRACK!!
"Three, sir."
The second one hit above and the third below. He gripped the stand even tighter. One more; only one more, mercifully.
CRACK!!
Alfie yelled as the white hot rod struck him on his bare thighs just below his shorts. "Four, sir." he gasped as the initial pain faded.
"You may go, Dickens."
"Thank you, sir."
He returned to his dorm room. His mates wanted to know what happened. "Four cuts." he said doing his very best not to let the pain show. He was quickly turned around and his shorts yanked down for inspection. They all felt the marks with admiration for he was the first in his class to get the cane. They were especially impressed by the tracks on his thighs.
The End
© Copyright July 26, 2002
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Reviews
Abrat4you <abrat4you(at)aol(dot)com>
I like this story...the words created very good visuals...I could not only feel the cane...I could hear it...I loved the ending...his stripes were his badge of honor...or dishonor as the case may be...kind of his test of manhood...good job.
Margaret <wessyLA(at)aol(dot)com>
Very nicely done. I appreciated the insight into the boy's emotions. Thank you for sending this along.
Kate <ecattiva(at)aol(dot)com>
Cute story and very cool tableau.
MollyB <mollyb(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Nicely captured moment.