This short story is an entry in the 2003 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: Lines
Crawford's First Caning
By
Y Lee Coyote <YLeeCoyote@juno.com>
"You're Crawford, and you're late." roared the new master as the boy entered and approached the front of the classroom on Monday morning. "I'll be with you in a minute; just wait right there."
Crawford stood frozen in front of the class as he watched -- saucer-eyed -- the scene in the fourth form class. Bent over the desk was another boy, his trousers and pants lowered so that his bare buttocks were exposed to the intense stares of his classmates and the cane that was leaving red tracks.
"Boy, tardiness has it price. Your former master may have allowed you some slack but I will not."
SWISH!! CRACK!!
Crawford watched a cane in action up close for the first time. It was definitely more intense than when seen from the rear of the common hall during assemblies.
"Take your seat Forsythe." said the master. "Crawford, get into position."
"But, Sir...."
"That is an extra. NOW!"
Crawford hesitated and the master pointed to two first row students. "Put him into position."
Smithe and York jumped into action and in seconds Crawford was being held in position. His trousers and pants yanked down and his butt exposed as Forsythe's had been. The cane swished and thumped into Crawford's butt leaving four burning tracks.
"Take your seat Crawford." said the master pointing to the empty desk.
Crawford pulled up his pants and trousers. "Begging your pardon, Sir, but that is not my desk. I'm Crawford-minor and I just came by to give you my brother's -- he is Crawford-major -- assignment. He's very sick and mater is keeping him home." He handed the master some papers and quickly made his departure.
As Crawford-minor headed for his own class, he tried to ponder on how life was unfair. But then he realized about the advantages of being caned before any of his mates. He was sure he would be the center of attention in PE and especially the showers afterward. They all would be sure to inspect the marks and want to hear the story. How he would boast that he did not yell.
And then his brother would have to consider him grown up now. Especially since he never gotten caned even though he was a full sixteen months older and a form ahead.
Yes, life is unfair but sometimes there are compensations.
The End
© Copyright A.I.L., June 18, 2003
Reviews
Kent <kentls01(at)msn(dot)com>
Artfully done combination of the mistaken identity and making lemonades out of lemon themes. I was especially impressed with how the author concocted a believable scenario for the master believing the late coming student to be a tardy Crawford-major, rather than his younger brother. The only question I had (at first) was why the other students didn't set the master straight -- but then, I can imagine them eager to see another boy being caned (while, on the other hand, being not very eager to disobey a master who apparently has no hesitation about using the cane!).
Sir Hal <janhal(at)midsouth(dot)rr(dot)com>
I took three days to review this story. I have read it eight times. I enjoyed the story. I loved the twist at the end. I thought it was well written. It was easy to follow.
Now with all that said, I had a major problem with this story. Maybe being a military instructor came into play. I just could not get over the fact that the teacher did not know what one of his students looked like. How could he not know that Crawford minor was not Crawford major. Had it been his enrollment papers it would have fit. But the story clearly said that Crawford minor was there to deliver Crawford's major assignment. That part is what kept me from totally enjoying this story and the reason that I keep reading it. Maybe I am making just too much of a deal over a small point in a good story. I hope that I did not miss something. Yes, I read the part that this was a new master and maybe this was his first day. If that is correct, then how did he know the boy was Crawford when he came in the door. Maybe, Crawford was the only missing student and it had to be Crawford. I just don't know and I finally decided not to read the story one more time. I think that I was fair with this review. I hope the writer does also. I look forward to reading more of their stories. In fact, for some reason I feel that I have already read more from this writer. Keep up the good work.
Don A. Landhill <dlandhill(at)aol(dot)com>
I thought this was a well-written story which made good use of the first line. I have always liked school-boy (and school-girl!) stories and unjust punishment stories, and I can almost see the face of the master as he realized what he had done -- particularly as it seems that Crawford minor was too young to be routinely caned by the rules of the school. The point about making almost anything into a rite of passage was also quite well taken, IMO.
Thank you very much for this story.