Naughty boy has requested a good caning. His insolence has not improved despite 100 strokes of the cane.
He has received a telling off from his teacher more than once. He constantly plays up in class and pulls the girls’ pigtails. So, it’s the headmistress’ turn to educate him.
He stands in front of me with his head bowed down. He knows what’s coming.
” I hear you have misbehaved in-class yet again” sternly said to him. ” What is the matter with you? You horrible, nasty boy” Put out your hands. We started with a sharp smack on the hands with the paddle.
Already he was snivelling.
Stop snivelling and drop those trousers
With that he dropped his trousers immediately and was bent over.
He always had been an impudent boy. So, I started with the flogger, gently at first , and then building up, followed by the carpet beater and tawse.
Now, the moment he had been waiting for the cane.
He was already a nice shade of pink.
Naughty boy was whimpering. The first strokes of the cane were quite gentle, then, the intensity increased. The pink, gradually turning to red. Time to change to the thicker cane. Each swoosh of the cane getting more intense and louder. He was told in no uncertain terms his behaviour was to improve.
And if it didn’t, each time he was sent to me, another 15 strokes would be added. As I swing the cane for the last time, the stripes were evident.
He sheepishly stood up, and was made to stand in the corner with his hands on his head until he was free to go.