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Authors: Adrian Akers-Douglas
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to Jenny, pulling the elasticated
bottom of her white knickers down so that they lay stretched tautly
across her cheeks.
He went back to
his desk, picked up Stinger and smacked it against the palm of his
left hand.
He took up
position beside Anna. “You’re each going to get six.” He tapped
Anna’s bottom once with Stinger. Anna suddenly remembered the
headmaster’s nickname, ‘Three Taps’, and realised that she was on
the verge of experiencing the celebrated procedure. He ran the
brush up and down the curve of her cheeks, making Anna wince. “Keep
still until I tell you to get up.”
Tap. Tap.
“I won’t
tolerate girls who cannot show respect for their surroundings,
especially in chapel.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Anna dug her nails into her ankles. The smack, landing mostly on
her right cheek, made a noise like a thunderclap. It was followed
immediately by a burning sting. Anna cried out but held her
position. The second stroke came almost immediately, landing
symmetrically on her left cheek. Anna rocked forward on her
toes.
‘Three Taps’
moved across to Jenny. Anna was so absorbed in trying to manage the
pain which was radiating out from Stinger’s impacts that she hardly
heard Mr Masterson telling Jenny to stick her bottom right out, or
registered the distinct tap which followed. Then she clearly heard
a double tap and saw Jenny screw up her eyes.
“And as for
chewing gum - you know that this is not allowed anywhere in the
school.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Jenny bit her lip just as the first stroke landed athwart both
cheeks. She gasped. The second stroke produced a cry of “Oooww!”
and she rocked forward so much that Anna thought Jenny might lose
her balance.
‘Three Taps’
returned to his position beside Anna and whacked her hard, twice,
landing the hairbrush right across the centre of her bottom. Anna
bucked and wailed.
Jenny got the
same treatment a few moments later, howling rather more loudly than
Anna.
“Last two,
Anna. I hope you’ve learned a lesson.” It seemed to be a rhetorical
question, so Anna just hung on to her ankles for dear life as the
final two strokes were delivered, one to each side of her backside.
The first elicited an “Ooouch!” and the other an “Ooooww!” Both
delivered with feeling.
“You, too,
Jenny. Any more irreverence in chapel and it’ll be the cane. Now
stay still for the last two.” It was all Jenny could do not to
bounce up as the heavy wood twice struck the lower part of her
cheeks, sending a searing sting pulsing through her body.
Mr Masterson
walked slowly back to his desk, replaced Stinger and closed the
drawer. He took his seat.
“All right, you
can get up.” Both girls straightened themselves and adjusted their
skirts. Both were snivelling.
“Sign the
Punishment Book here, please, and don’t let me see you on report
again. Next time, it’ll be on the bare.”
The girls
signed their names opposite the entry which recorded for posterity
that on Sunday, 29 th September, 1957, they’d each
received six strokes of the hairbrush over their pants for offences
committed in chapel.
“You may go.”
The headmaster indicated the door. The girls slunk out, even
omitting the customary “Thank you, sir” as they left.
“Wooo!” said
Anna, rubbing her bottom furiously, “that really hurt!”
“Much more than
I thought it would,” agreed Jenny, clutching her cheeks. “Well
done. You were pretty brave!”
“Oh, I wasn’t!
You made much less noise than me! Let’s go and look at our
trade-marks.” ‘Trade-marks’ was the school slang for the visible
after-effects of any thrashing.
Jenny’s
dormitory was the nearest, so they went in, pulled down their
knickers, and examined in the long mirror the wide, red-purple
blotches which glowed across the pale skin of their backsides.
“Sitting down
isn’t going to be much fun”, Jenny observed, massaging her
still-stinging cheeks. “Let me look at yours.”
It was as she
was running her fingers
bottom of her white knickers down so that they lay stretched tautly
across her cheeks.
He went back to
his desk, picked up Stinger and smacked it against the palm of his
left hand.
He took up
position beside Anna. “You’re each going to get six.” He tapped
Anna’s bottom once with Stinger. Anna suddenly remembered the
headmaster’s nickname, ‘Three Taps’, and realised that she was on
the verge of experiencing the celebrated procedure. He ran the
brush up and down the curve of her cheeks, making Anna wince. “Keep
still until I tell you to get up.”
Tap. Tap.
“I won’t
tolerate girls who cannot show respect for their surroundings,
especially in chapel.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Anna dug her nails into her ankles. The smack, landing mostly on
her right cheek, made a noise like a thunderclap. It was followed
immediately by a burning sting. Anna cried out but held her
position. The second stroke came almost immediately, landing
symmetrically on her left cheek. Anna rocked forward on her
toes.
‘Three Taps’
moved across to Jenny. Anna was so absorbed in trying to manage the
pain which was radiating out from Stinger’s impacts that she hardly
heard Mr Masterson telling Jenny to stick her bottom right out, or
registered the distinct tap which followed. Then she clearly heard
a double tap and saw Jenny screw up her eyes.
“And as for
chewing gum - you know that this is not allowed anywhere in the
school.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Jenny bit her lip just as the first stroke landed athwart both
cheeks. She gasped. The second stroke produced a cry of “Oooww!”
and she rocked forward so much that Anna thought Jenny might lose
her balance.
‘Three Taps’
returned to his position beside Anna and whacked her hard, twice,
landing the hairbrush right across the centre of her bottom. Anna
bucked and wailed.
Jenny got the
same treatment a few moments later, howling rather more loudly than
Anna.
“Last two,
Anna. I hope you’ve learned a lesson.” It seemed to be a rhetorical
question, so Anna just hung on to her ankles for dear life as the
final two strokes were delivered, one to each side of her backside.
The first elicited an “Ooouch!” and the other an “Ooooww!” Both
delivered with feeling.
“You, too,
Jenny. Any more irreverence in chapel and it’ll be the cane. Now
stay still for the last two.” It was all Jenny could do not to
bounce up as the heavy wood twice struck the lower part of her
cheeks, sending a searing sting pulsing through her body.
Mr Masterson
walked slowly back to his desk, replaced Stinger and closed the
drawer. He took his seat.
“All right, you
can get up.” Both girls straightened themselves and adjusted their
skirts. Both were snivelling.
“Sign the
Punishment Book here, please, and don’t let me see you on report
again. Next time, it’ll be on the bare.”
The girls
signed their names opposite the entry which recorded for posterity
that on Sunday, 29 th September, 1957, they’d each
received six strokes of the hairbrush over their pants for offences
committed in chapel.
“You may go.”
The headmaster indicated the door. The girls slunk out, even
omitting the customary “Thank you, sir” as they left.
“Wooo!” said
Anna, rubbing her bottom furiously, “that really hurt!”
“Much more than
I thought it would,” agreed Jenny, clutching her cheeks. “Well
done. You were pretty brave!”
“Oh, I wasn’t!
You made much less noise than me! Let’s go and look at our
trade-marks.” ‘Trade-marks’ was the school slang for the visible
after-effects of any thrashing.
Jenny’s
dormitory was the nearest, so they went in, pulled down their
knickers, and examined in the long mirror the wide, red-purple
blotches which glowed across the pale skin of their backsides.
“Sitting down
isn’t going to be much fun”, Jenny observed, massaging her
still-stinging cheeks. “Let me look at yours.”
It was as she
was running her fingers
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