A Collection of Short Stories for 2011
|by Y Lee Coyote|
Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 22 Aug 2011
The following story is fiction for the SSC. It is set a few years after the World War (either one) in a British Public School. The story contains a scene of an school boy caning. If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.
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Ackerley wanted to win the pool desperately. It was a tradition in the school that the fourth form have a pool for who would first to feel the Headmaster's cane. Winning would have been nice for all but for Ackerley it meant a lot more because he was attending on a regimental scholarship since his dad had been killed in action.
Ackerley was in a quandary. It certainly would be easy to break a few rules but that could have unpredictable and disastrous consequence that might risk his place even without achieving the purse. After long and hard thought he came up with a plan. A plan that assured that a merciful prefect wouldn't decide to slipper him rather than send him to the Head the first week of the term.
A few minutes before the Head was scheduled to leave for the weekend, he knocked on his study door.
"Sir, I am here for the cane. Six-of-the-best, I expect." trying to sound resigned.
"I was not expecting you. Come back on Monday, Ackerley."
"Oh, Sir, please don't make me wait all weekend. That would be most cruel. I've already gotten the lecture so this wouldn't delay you more than a couple of minutes, Sir. I know that I deserve them." With that remark, Ackerley slipped off his blazer and dropped his trousers and assumed the proper position over the armchair. "Ready, Sir."
The Headmaster was quite astonished. Never before had a boy been so anxious to be swished. It was somewhat strange but he had a few minutes before he had to leave. He extracted the junior cane from the cupboard. As always, it felt good to hold it in his hands and to flex it. The virgin canvas was properly in position waiting to be marked. Purposefully, he stepped to his place and tapped the lad's bum.
Ackerley tensed as he felt the gentle touch and knew what was to follow six times over. The cane retreated, then there was the swish and the fire as it crashed into his tender bum. It took all his will power not to jump up and scream for it hurt much more than he had expected. He tried to think of the bag of gold sovereigns that would soon be his.
Then came the second cut which was just as bad. One-third the way he thought. Ackerley did his best to find another place for his mind than the fire in his bum. The next three came his way and left their marks. The final cut was the worst for it cut across the other five making a gate.
"That's it, Ackerley. You may leave."
"Thank you, Sir." Quickly, he dressed and left.
It was when they were changing for bed that the marks were spotted. Nobody could dispute his claim to the prize with the Head's trademark gate emblazoned on his bum. All he would confess to was lying to the Head for which the penalty was six-of-the-best.
© Copyright A.I.L. August 22, 2011
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