As the boy ambled casually up to the door, he took note of the lettering on the brass plate:
Headmistress
Miss Elsa Svenson M.A. (Hons), Dip. C.P.
He knocked and received an immediate response. ìEnter!î
The blond lady sitting behind the desk awaiting him looked rather smart and distinguished dressed as she was in a black skirt suit and white blouse.
ìI was told to report to you and bring you this noteî, he said, handing her a sealed envelope.
ìAnd what is your name boy?î she asked quietly.
ìThomas, Missî.
ìI was expecting you fifteen minutes ago Thomas. You are late and I do not approve of tardiness. Now close the door please.î
Slightly taken aback at her stern tone the boy replied vaguely ìI guess I must have got side-tracked on the wayî, and shrugged his shoulders.
ìYou are fairly new here, arenít you?î she continued, ìI do not believe we have met beforeî.
ìNo Miss. By the way Miss, what do those letters behind your name on the door stand for?î
ìYou will probably find out later,î she replied with a little smile. ìNow let us see what this note is all aboutî.
The Headmistress opened the envelope and began to read the letter it contained. As she did so, her expression turned considerably more severe. Thomas, in the mean time, stared vacantly through the window and began to whistle.
ëSilence please,î she hissed, this time sounding very much less friendly.
ìAccording to your class teacher it seems you have persistently been behaving in an unruly manner during lessons. Is that so?î
ìWell, maybe I talk to my mates and muck about a bitî he replied carelessly.
ìShe tells me that she has tried to discipline you but now believes that I need to intervene with suitable punishment to dissuade you from continuing this way. What do you think?î
ìI suppose you are going to wallop me. Iíve had the slipper loads of times before so Iím not too worried about itî, said the boy with a cheeky grin on his face.
ìVery well,î replied Miss Svenson, ìI had no idea I was dealing with such a hardened criminal.î
Again a faint smile played about her lips.
ìPerhaps then we should get right on with it.î
She opened her desk drawer and took out a well worn rubber soled gym shoe.
ìUnbuckle your belt and touch your toes!î she commanded.
The boy, seeming to know what was expected of him, did as he was told, dropped his trousers and bent over. The Headmistress moved around beside the stooping figure and lifted his shirt tail up over his back. She noted with satisfaction the thin cotton material of his underpants stretched tight over his small but rounded bottom. The smile returned one more.
Gripping the slipper by the heel, she raised her arm over her shoulder and brought it down sharply on the left side with a satisfying slap. Quickly she repeated the blow with equal vigour on the right cheek and paused. The boy had not flinched. After a few seconds she repeated the treatment in reverse order ñ right then left.
The boy seemed unmoved and remained bent submissively, his fingers touching the floor in front of him. Somewhat surprised, the Headmistress put extra effort into the following two swings and detected a slight twitch from the recipient ìThatís betterî she murmured under her breath.
However, to her surprise, there had been no significant reaction from the boy to these first six. He started to lift his head.
ìStay downî came the harsh instruction. She then moved in front of the stooping figure so that her knees rested gently against his shoulder blades. In this position he looked as if he was bowing deeply in respect.
She placed her left hand on the small of his back, holding the shirt tail in place and, reaching forward slightly, delivered a further six smart strokes on the seat of his pants, alternating right and left as before. Because she was hitting straight down, the slipper seemed to have much more of an impact. She left a short pause between each blow to allow the full effect to be felt. The boy still did not move but she thought she heard a muffled grunt from him after the fourth stinging slap of this second onslaught.
Somewhat satisfied, the Headmistress stepped back.
ìYou may stand upî she said.
Thomas straightened and made immediate eye contact, but began vigorously to rub his buttocks to ease the undoubted throbbing pain.
ìWhat do you have to say for yourself now boy?î
Continuing to massage himself, Thomas looked directly at her. She thought he almost looked as if he was smirking.
ìIt wasnít too bad a whacking, but I think it was a bit hard for just messing about in lessons. Iíve had worse. Anyway, can I go now?î He made as if to retrieve his trousers but was swiftly interrupted.
ìJust a moment, I havenít finished with you yet.î
Miss Svensonís eyebrows were raised in astonishment. Admittedly the boy had taken his punishment well, but such effrontery from a pupil she had never before experienced. It was as if he were assessing her performance, judging her. Such an attitude needed nipping firmly and quickly in the bud.
ìI think we should avoid any misunderstanding,î she continued calmly. ìThe slippering I have just administered had nothing at all to do with your reported behaviour in class,î she said, pointing at the letter lying on her desk. ìI gave you that spanking for being late, for showing no remorse and for offering no apology. We still have to deal with your other misdeeds which demand that I punish you properly.î
She tapped the slipper thoughtfully against her hand and turned back towards her desk.
ìYou were asking about the letters behind my name. The honours Master of Arts Degree is authentic, from Oxford University some years ago. The other qualification is a little joke I have with my pupils. I decided to award myself an honorary self-taught ëDiploma in Corporal Punishmentí, which is a particular passion of mine. You have already gathered that I know how to use a slipper, which I will now return to its home.î
With that she replaced the shoe in the desk drawer and moved towards a wall cupboard.
ìWhen infants are sent to me for being naughty, I usually just put them over my knee and smack them with this,î she gestured with the open palm of her hand.
ìBut for older children or more serious matters we have other options.î
She opened the cupboard to reveal an array of sinister looking implements.
ìI suppose I could use one of my paddles or give you a taste of the strap.î Her fingers seemed to brush lovingly over each of the items as they were mentioned.
ìOccasionally I even use the birchî.
Then her hand shifted towards a row of long thin sticks arranged in a rack, the slenderest on the left and the most robust on the extreme right.
ìBut my real favourite is.….î
The boy had been watching and listening, dumbstruck and increasingly alarmed. Now he got his voice back.
ìThe c..cane, Miss!î he stammered. ìI didnít know you used the cane at this school.î
ìOh yes, when it is justified. As you see I have quite a selection. I pride myself on being something of a specialist. They say the expertise is in a flick of the wrist at just the right moment. But I donít really know.î
Her hand moved along the row, pausing in the middle and then moving again two positions to the right. Finally she seemed satisfied and removed one of the heavier ones from the rack giving it an exploratory flourish in the air. It made an ominous swishing sound and seemed remarkably flexible considering its relative thickness.
ìI am now going to give you a proper beating as I told you, so letís get you ready.î
Thomas was now extremely agitated.
ìNo Miss, please. Itís not fair. I didnít know.î
ìI think I will have you bent over there,î she continued, ignoring his protests and indicating an upright chair. ìI would advise you to get a good grip on the seat as I donít expect you to move until I have finished. Oh! And just to make it a bit more interesting, letís have those pants off. I prefer to see the results of my work. Neat parallel lines are what I like.î† (She had a mental picture of a pair of railway tracks side by side)
The boy stood still in defiant disbelief, his trousers round his ankles.
ìReally no, Miss. You canít cane me on my bare bum.….î
As the word slipped out he knew he had made a bad mistake. He turned his eyes to the floor and bit his lower lip.
ìThat does it Thomas,î said the grim faced Miss Svenson, now advancing on him with the fearsome looking cane.
ìAs you are new, I was going to be lenient and give you just four strokes. But as I now know you also have a sewer for a mouth, you will get the full six of the best.î (In her mindís eye she now saw a five bar gate perhaps with a diagonal strut). ìAnd remember, no moving until I say you may, and no more objections or you will get even more. And I promise you, you wonít want any more than six from this cane.î By the way she emphasized her words, Miss Svenson made it very clear that ëthisí cane was particularly to be feared. And she was not smiling at all.
The boy stood transfixed beside the high backed chair and the Headmistress saw his eyes beginning to moisten.
ìThomas, you are now being treated like a big boy.î Her tone had perhaps softened a little.
ìNow, pants down and over the chair please. Letís not behave like a baby!î